LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES

Going Up

It was a cold Friday evening in January. I had been working late (again) and was making my way to the train station, pushing past the crowds who were ready to party the night away. Working all hours didn't exactly leave me in the party mood.

I got to the station, showed my ticket to the inspector and made my way into the elevator. As I waited, a woman with greying hair entered. She was smartly dressed, in business attire, but slightly jaded. Maybe she'd been working late too.

As the elevator made its way down to the platform, she started searching frantically in her handbag, worried that she may have left something at the office. Then, she gave a sigh of relief as she seemed to find what she was looking for.

Suddenly, the lights went out and the elevator came to an abrupt halt. After composing myself, I made my way on all fours to see if my companion was ok.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"Nothing broken," she said calmly. "a bit of a shock though, wasn't it? I wonder if you could do me a favour."

"I'll try,"

"My lighter should be in my bag, but it's such a mess and my hands are cold. Sorry to be a nuisance."

"Not a problem," I said as I rummaged through the lipstick, the phone and the countless receipts before finding the lighter.

"Here we are," I said.

"Oh thank you, could you light it for me?" I obliged and was surprised to see a cigarette clasped in her leather-gloved hand. This aroused me deeply to the point where I started to shake all over. Instinctively, she placed both of her gloved hands on my shaking arm and guided it towards her. My heart was beating furiously as she took several drags of her cigarette before clasping it between her leather gloved fingers.

"God I needed that," she said. "You don't say much do you?"

"Well I thought that a game of 'I Spy' was out of the question," I replied. My lame attempt at humour was intended to distract my fellow captive from my growing erection.

"Seems to me as if you're playing a little game with yourself." she quipped. I'd been well and truly caught, and yet I couldn't take my eyes off her as she continued to enjoy her cigarette.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's come over me" I said, helplessly.

"Oh dear, I was hoping that you would last a little bit longer." Her knack of twisting my words and throwing them back in my face had gone past the point of embarrassment. As she reached the end of her cigarette, she reached into the packet and chain-lit a new one. This was too much. I ejaculated without a moment's hesitation. It may have been dark, but I had a horrible feeling that she knew. I feared the worst.

"Is my smoking bothering you?" she asked, somewhat sarcastically.

"No, quite the opposite really," I replied.

"Well I can't remember when I last had such an effect on a man."

"You do surprise me."

"Henrietta" she said, holding out her gloved hand as a form of introduction. I could feel my pulse racing again.

"Roger" I said. Not my real name, but why I picked that name, God only knows.

"Well if the cap fits" she sneered, before taking a double drag on her cigarette. "I'm getting cold, Roger. Feel free to snuggle up to me, I could do with some of your body heat."

Like a moth to a flame, I shuffled up to her. She began to caress my crotch. The humiliation was complete.

"Our little secret," she whispered, before kissing me on the cheek.

"Thank you, I'm most grateful" was all that I could say.

Then, in a split second, the lights came on and then an announcement was made over the tannoy apologising for the power failure. As the elevator restarted, I looked back at my companion. For a moment, it was like nothing had happened, until we said our goodbyes.

"Soon be home," she said.

"Yes. Have a nice weekend, what's left of it," I replied.

"And you. And thank you for coming to my aid."

Her train turned up on right on cue. Mine was cancelled, but for once I did not complain.