Chapter I – A Chance Encounter
The crisp air of spring 1949 carried with it the scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers in a quiet Canadian suburb. Joyce had carved out an independent life for herself in a charming little house, all on her own, despite what the neighbors whispered over their fences.
Her husband had fallen during one of the final German assaults against Allied forces, leaving her a widow at an age when most women were just settling into marriage. But Joyce refused to be defined by convention. She’d weathered the gossip and tittle-tattle with grace, maintaining her home with meticulous care and living comfortably off her late husband’s provisions.
She hired local boys to handle the heavier chores, mowing lawns, painting fences, and had even learned to drive, treating herself to a gleaming black Buick two years prior. Her garden was her pride and joy; floral arrangements spilled from every window box, magnificently maintained and breathtaking in their beauty.
What struck people most was how Joyce seemed to exist outside the ordinary social fabric of the neighborhood. Men never lingered at her doorstep. The only visitors were women, mostly around her age or slightly younger, a tight-knit circle who came in pairs or small groups for tea and conversation. Joyce greeted everyone with a radiant smile, always impeccably dressed and elegant, turning heads wherever she went.
That spring brought change: the elderly couple next door had moved into a retirement home after decades in their house. It sold quickly, sparking no shortage of speculation among neighbors eager to welcome whoever might move into that lovely property.
Two weeks later, a moving truck rumbled down the street and pulled into the driveway. A young couple, no children in tow, began unpacking boxes and settling in. The neighborhood watched with curious anticipation.
Joyce didn’t waste any time. With her characteristic enthusiasm and boundless good cheer, she was the first to greet the newcomers. She’d dressed for the occasion: a lovely white floral dress with crinoline underneath, nylon stockings, black high heels, and a jaunty little black hat perched atop her curly blonde locks. Her makeup was bold, cat-eye liner and fiery red lips that complemented her striking appearance perfectly. She looked absolutely luminous.
Joyce knocked on the door, and it swung open to reveal an astonishing young woman with blonde hair swept up in an elegant bun. She wore a provocative little black dress, matching stockings, and heels, but what truly caught Joyce’s attention was that both arms were fully tattooed from shoulder to wrist. This woman looked like she’d stepped right out of a pin-up calendar, carrying herself with Hollywood glamour.
Joyce stumbled over her words: “H-h-hello, I… I…”
She took a breath and extended her hand more confidently. “My name is Joyce; I’m your next-door neighbor. I came to welcome you with this cake.”
She held up a beautifully wrapped box.
The young woman flashed a brilliant smile, dark lipstick against sparkling eyes, and replied warmly, “Hello! I’m Ruth! Come in, come in, we were just about to have tea! Join us; let’s get to know each other better!”
Ruth ushered Joyce inside and introduced her to her husband William. “William, this is our neighbor Joyce! She brought a welcome cake, get three cups and plates ready!”
The afternoon melted away as the three chatted easily. Joyce shared that she’d been alone since her husband died nearly five years ago. Ruth revealed that she and William had married two years prior, saving up to buy this lovely house and escape the hustle of city life. William traveled for work, three or four weeks on the road before coming home for a week.
Joyce asked with genuine concern, “But who looks after you when he’s away? Four weeks is such a long time!”
Ruth laughed and said playfully, “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself! And with these tattoos, I scare most men off anyway, so no real danger there!”
They burst into laughter.
Joyce pressed further, “But surely you must be bored to tears when he’s gone?”
“Not really,” Ruth chuckled. “We’re married, but we both need our freedom, and time alone. It works for us. I’m a seamstress and fashion designer with plenty of contracts!”
Ruth took Joyce’s gloved hand affectionately and said, “Come, let me show you my sewing room.”
But as their hands touched, Ruth felt an unexpected warmth wash over her. Was it the smooth nylon? Joyce hadn’t removed her gloves all afternoon, an oddity that fascinated Ruth. She couldn’t help but admire them.
Stroking Joyce’s hand with both of hers, Ruth murmured, “Your gloves are absolutely splendid, and so soft! I love how they feel.”
Joyce smiled warmly and asked, “So, about that sewing room?”
They laughed together while William watched, completely baffled by whatever was happening between them.
Ruth’s workspace took up most of the second floor: one bedroom converted to fabric storage, another housing her sewing machines and large worktable. Shelves overflowed with patterns for everything from simple trousers to evening gowns. Joyce’s eyes widened at a small shelf dedicated entirely to glove patterns.
“Do you make gloves?” she asked.
“Of course, it’s one of my specialties!” Ruth beamed.
Joyce let out a soft, delighted sigh that didn’t go unnoticed by Ruth, though she pretended otherwise.
After half an hour exploring the workshop, Joyce said it was time to head home.
“Thanks for everything! Let’s do this again, I’ll invite you over soon!”
She took both of Ruth’s hands and gently caressed them with her own gloved fingers. Ruth felt herself blush, warmth flooding through her once more.
Joyce bid William farewell.
He responded cheerfully, “See you in four weeks, leaving for the western provinces tomorrow to meet clients! Let’s have dinner when I get back!”
Ruth also said goodbye to Joyce.
As she turned to leave, Joyce asked, “I’m shopping in town tomorrow, would you like to come along?”
Without hesitation, Ruth replied eagerly, “I’d love to! Though we should make a stop, I need supplies and fabric!”
“Then look your best,” Joyce said with a smile. “We’re leaving early tomorrow morning!”
Chapter II – An Exquisite Day
The next morning, William bid Ruth farewell.
“I’ll see you in four weeks, my dear,” he said with a fond smile. “Take care of yourself, and I hope you and Joyce become the best of friends. Happy shopping, I’ll try to call over the next few weeks if I can get phone access.”
Ruth found herself almost relieved that William was leaving. She couldn’t wait to go out on the town with Joyce. Deep down, she felt giddy as a teenager about her first proper night out, and she practically rushed to get ready.
It was barely six in the morning when she decided to treat herself to a nice hot shower. As the water cascaded over her skin, an unexpected wave of excitement rippled through her entire body. She lathered up the soap between her palms and began washing, first her neck, then her shoulders and arms. She took more soap and felt that rush again, stronger this time.
Her soapy hands moved to caress her breasts, taking their time as she teased her nipples while continuing to stroke her firm, taut curves. Little sighs of pleasure escaped her lips before she slid a hand down to her pussy, which quivered beneath her touch. A pang of guilt hit her suddenly, and she stopped abruptly, then let out a nervous laugh.
“I feel absolutely strange this morning,” she whispered to herself in the steam. “It’s like I’ve turned back into a little girl, buzzing with excitement about going out!” She started giggling again as she finished rinsing off.
After her shower, Ruth took her sweet time perfecting her makeup, really making her magnificent blue eyes pop. She applied a glossy dark red lipstick and then assembled her outfit: a stunning tight black dress that hugged every curve, nylon stockings held up by a black satin garter belt, a matching corset, and black high-heeled shoes with ankle straps. She cinched everything together with a wide leather belt at her waist, styled her hair into an elegant bun, and felt almost complete.
But something was still missing from her look, something to make heads turn in town. She rummaged through her accessories for what felt like ages before inspiration struck. If she was going out on the town with Joyce, she might as well go all out.
She opened a small drawer in her bedroom dresser and triumphantly pulled out a magnificent pair of short white leather gloves reserved for special occasions. As soon as she slipped them on, a powerful wave of heat washed over her body for the third time that morning.
Instinctively, she raised her gloved hands to her mouth and nose, breathing in deeply the scent of the leather. She swayed slightly as the heat intensified even more, a feeling of pure joy sweeping through every inch of her being. She smiled, bit her lower lip, and suddenly realized what was happening. It had been ages since that happened to her, despite all the pairs of gloves she’d crafted over recent years. But there was something about actually wearing them that aroused her, and she could feel her panties growing damp with desire.
The memories came flooding back, marvelous sensations welling up from some hidden corner of her subconscious.
The front doorbell snapped her out of her reverie. She composed herself quickly, gave herself a final glance in the mirror, grabbed her handbag, and went to answer it. Standing there was Joyce.
Ruth’s heart raced at the sight of her friend. Another intense wave of heat washed over her body, leaving her breathless and thoroughly aroused. Honestly, what on earth was going on with her today?
Joyce was absolutely stunning in a magnificent yellow crinoline dress with white trim at the neck and cuffs, revealing glimpses of a white petticoat underneath and a garter belt holding up long black thigh-high stockings. She wore gorgeous white high-heeled shoes and a large yellow hat that perfectly matched her outfit. Her makeup was flawless, pink lipstick accented by black satin bands around her neck and waist. But what really made Ruth’s knees weak were the pair of small white nylon gloves with puffed cuffs that Joyce wore. At the sight of those gloves, Ruth felt another wave of intense heat surge through her body and sensed her panties becoming thoroughly soaked. She felt light-headed, dizzy with arousal. Maybe Joyce did turn her on after all, even if she’d been reluctant to admit it to herself!
“Ruth! You look absolutely breathtaking!” Joyce exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. “Wait!”
She pulled out a state-of-the-art camera from her bag and grinned mischievously. “Strike a pose, I’m going to take your picture! And in color too!”
Then, like an excited teenager at a school dance, she threw her arms around Ruth and planted kisses on both of her cheeks while giggling with pure delight. Ruth managed to pull herself together, but Joyce’s perfume sent shivers down her spine and made every inch of her skin tingle.
“You look absolutely phenomenal, stunning and gorgeous!” Ruth finally managed, admiring Joyce’s outfit. “If I were a single guy right now, I’d be wooing you hard! Want me to take your picture?”
Joyce smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling with joy, and replied, “We’ll get photos in town! Come on, let’s hop in the car—we’re off on an adventure!”
They spent their day shopping till they dropped, dining at charming restaurants, and sipping cocktails on outdoor patios while laughing and sharing stories by the dozens. They even took time to snap a photo of Joyce posing in front of her gleaming black car right in the middle of the bustling shopping street.
Ruth felt absolutely wonderful in Joyce’s company, happier than she’d ever remembered being. Her heart was racing, she hung on every word Joyce said, and she couldn’t make sense of what was happening to her at all. And she had no idea that Joyce was feeling exactly the same way. Ruth felt as though she were falling in love, which deeply unsettled her. On one hand, she was married to a man who was never around, and did she truly love him? But on the other, this was the first time she’d experienced such powerful emotions and profound sense of well-being in the presence of another woman. What’s more, a woman she’d only known for two days!
Chapter III – Repressed Emotions
They returned later that evening after an intimate candlelight dinner at an upscale restaurant. Both women were radiant, their eyes sparkling with joy; they felt absolutely magnificent.
As Joyce pulled her car into her driveway, she asked hopefully, “Want to come in for a drink and keep talking? I loved our wonderful day together and don’t want it to end just yet.”
She looked at Ruth with pleading eyes and added, “Say yes! Even if we get a little tipsy, your place is only a stone’s throw from mine!”
Ruth laughed and agreed.
Joyce poured two glasses of whiskey; they toasted to friendship and downed their drinks in one go.
“Another round!” Ruth said cheerfully.
Joyce laughed and refilled both glasses. Then, Ruth began speaking in a lower, more intimate tone.
“Joyce, we’ve only known each other for two days, but I feel like I’ve known you forever,” she confessed, her voice honeyed and earnest. “I’m going to tell you a few things, but please don’t judge me and don’t laugh.”
Ruth had followed Joyce’s lead and hadn’t taken off her gloves all day; deep down, she knew she loved wearing them and that they turned her on immensely.
Joyce looked at Ruth with tender passion and said encouragingly, “What is it, Ruth? Tell me everything!”
Ruth took a sip from her glass, sighed contentedly, and continued. “You know, I’ve felt strange all day. Actually, ever since you caressed my hands with your gloves on yesterday, I’ve felt… different.”
Joyce’s eyes widened slightly, but she remained silent.
Ruth took another sip and went on. “This morning, I couldn’t wait for William to leave. I felt like a teenager excited about her first proper night out. I went to take a shower; I put soap in my hands, worked it into a lather, and found myself caressing my breasts and then my pussy while letting out little giggles of pleasure. A wave of heat washed over me, but shame took over, and I stopped abruptly.”
She drained her glass and held it out for another; while Joyce finished hers and refilled both glasses. Then, Ruth resumed talking.
“After my shower, I got dressed and felt… light. Sexy. I couldn’t wait to go out and turn heads in town.”
Joyce let out a playful little laugh and said, “Oh, and you certainly turned heads, my dear! Mine included!”
Then she gestured for Ruth to continue.
Ruth took another sip, feeling the alcohol starting to weigh on her thoughts, though she kept talking without paying much attention to Joyce’s remark.
“I was missing one key accessory to complete my outfit. I searched everywhere but couldn’t find it. Then inspiration struck, and I grabbed my leather gloves. As soon as I slipped them on, a wave of heat washed over me, and I felt this inexplicable urge to breathe in the scent of the leather. It turned me on so much that I went weak at the knees, and my panties grew damp.”
Joyce grinned broadly and said, “Really? That’s absolutely fantastic!”
Ruth smiled back and picked up where she’d left off: “It was the doorbell that brought me back to reality! I had this irresistible urge to do things to myself. But when I saw you on the porch in your lovely yellow dress with those little nylon gloves, it made me climax a little bit, my panties got soaking wet.”
Joyce smiled warmly and said cheerfully, “I knew I had that effect on people, but this is the first time anyone’s actually told me about it!”
Ruth looked at Joyce thoughtfully, smiled, finished her drink, and went on.
She gazed at Joyce with tender, passionate eyes and confessed, “Joyce, today might be the best day of my short life. I’m only twenty-one, and I thought I’d already experienced a lot, but spending this wonderful day with you filled me with joy and stirred up emotions I never thought I’d feel. Throughout the entire day, I felt heard, respected, and, strangely enough, loved. I felt so good with you that it was almost like being in love. I never felt that way with William, and honestly, I don’t even know if I truly love him.”
She continued, “But at the same time, falling in love with a woman?”
Joyce placed her gloved hand over Ruth’s mouth gently before speaking.
“Beautiful Ruth, the moment I saw you open that door yesterday, I felt like I was walking on air. You looked so incredibly sexy in that lovely little dress and those tattoos, it was love at first sight for me.”
She kept her hand on Ruth’s face and went on, “I know I’m older than you, I’m past thirty, but just like you said, today was unforgettable; I have to admit, it was one of the best days of my life too. You know, I masturbated thinking about you last night?”
She removed her hand from Ruth’s face, cupped both of her cheeks with her gloved hands, and kissed her passionately.
Ruth was slightly surprised but allowed herself to be kissed.
Then, she gently pushed Joyce away and stammered, “We can’t do this. It’s wrong. I’m married. I… I…”
Her voice trailed off uncertainly.
Joyce replied softly but firmly, “You’re married, so what? Your husband isn’t here, and I seriously doubt he makes you feel what we’re feeling for each other right now. These emotions, these feelings, they’re stronger than anything! I can give you time; there’s no rush. I love you, my voluptuous, tattooed young woman!”
Ruth was shaken and didn’t know what to think anymore. Deep down, she wanted to surrender completely to the stunning blonde who had swept her off her feet, but she kept thinking about William and what would happen if he found out.
Finally, she said to Joyce, “I think I’ll head home. Alcohol isn’t helping us tonight, and I think I need to be alone to think things over. I’ll be in touch. Goodnight, my radiant blonde beauty.”
Chapter IV – To Completely Let Oneself Go
As Ruth stepped through her front door, her mind was racing with questions. She knew sleep would be a long shot tonight, her brain was working overtime. She stripped off her clothes, but in her distracted state, she didn’t even notice the gloves were still on her hands. There she stood, completely naked except for those impossibly soft leather gloves that had been clinging to her skin all day without a single break.
The whiskey’s effects still lingered, yet somehow she felt perfectly sharp, fully present.
On impulse, she brought the gloves up to her face and inhaled deeply, breathing in the rich scent of leather. The memory of Joyce and their conversation came flooding back, and a tidal wave of heat crashed over her body. This time, she didn’t fight it, she let the sensation wash right through her.
She settled at the foot of the bed, then slowly traced her gloved hands along her neck and arms before moving downward to cup her breasts. She pinched her nipples, crying out with pleasure, then gripped her breasts roughly, savoring every moment. Completely surrendering to sensation, she slid one hand between her legs and began gently stroking her clitoris while letting soft sighs of ecstasy escape her lips.
Feeling herself growing wet with desire, she slipped a finger inside, arching her back as her other hand continued caressing her breasts. In and out, in and out, she built up a rhythm that sent pleasure spiraling through her body until it all came crashing down in waves of ecstasy.
“Joyce!” Ruth cried out at the top of her lungs as an electric jolt shot through her young body. The orgasm was intense, just like the ones from her younger days. She drifted into a state of complete fulfillment, never bothering to remove the gloves that were now soaked with her essence. That night, she dreamed of her youth and all the pleasures she’d let slip away.
The next morning, Ruth woke up still on her back, naked except for those leather gloves she hadn’t taken off in nearly twenty-four hours. She pressed them against her mouth and nose, took a light sniff, and smiled. The intoxicating mix of leather and sex made her wet all over again, filling her heart with joy and a strange sense of pure contentment.
After showering, getting dressed, and having breakfast, the phone rang, it was William. Ruth cut him short, claiming she had a client meeting and work to do. He didn’t push back; he said he wouldn’t be able to call for at least a week. She hung up and finished her coffee.
Truth was, yes, she did have work. But that night of pure ecstasy had given her time to think, to gain perspective.
As she did the dishes, she mused aloud: “But why on earth isn’t there any hand protection for housework? There ought to be special gloves designed just for this!”
She put away the cleaning supplies and headed upstairs to her sewing room, ready to tackle a very special project.
Meanwhile, next door, Joyce lay awake, turning things over in her mind. She couldn’t stop thinking about Ruth and the effect she had on her. For the first time ever, Joyce had fallen truly, madly in love, and she desperately hoped that feeling was mutual. Her marriage? That had been an arrangement, a matter of obligation rather than choice. And while she’d had countless affairs with women after her husband’s death, she’d never actually fallen in love.
Joyce had been drawn to women since childhood. She felt more comfortable around them, and the mere sight of a penis made her skin crawl. But there was another secret: she was absolutely obsessed with gloves, every fabric, every length, every color. Her collection was impressive, and she wore them constantly, even in the shower. Sure, she’d give her hands a break for a few hours each day, but otherwise? Gloves were non-negotiable.
Whether she was gardening, washing dishes, or just indulging herself, Joyce always had gloves on. And nothing, absolutely nothing, got her more aroused than having sex or pleasuring herself while wearing them. The sensation drove her wild with pleasure.
When Ruth confessed how turned on she got from nylon gloves and how insane leather ones made her feel, Joyce had been stunned, and so aroused that she’d had to stifle an orgasm so Ruth wouldn’t notice. Oh yes. She’d fallen completely under Ruth’s spell, head over heels in love.
Ruth was digging through her patterns, searching for the perfect design. She remembered having large pieces of black lambskin, supple and incredibly soft. She’d picked up this gorgeous leather at a flea market for practically nothing but had never found the right project for it. Not enough for a skirt or pants, but for what she had in mind? Absolutely perfect.
As she sorted through the leather pieces, she discovered some smaller ones in a rich burgundy shade, just as supple and soft as the black. Her face lit up with a broad smile.
“Fantastic!” she exclaimed, turning back to her pattern shelf.
Ruth was an exceptional seamstress with an eye that could gauge measurements by instinct alone. She dove into her work with boundless passion and determination to do things right. She worked tirelessly all day and well into the night until everything was just perfect. And when she finally finished, she was proud of what she’d created. Exhausted but deeply satisfied, she went to bed.
Early the next morning, Ruth woke up smiling.
“I hope it works,” she said aloud.
She made herself some coffee and had breakfast, then looked up Joyce’s number in the directory. In a town with only about a thousand people, it wouldn’t be hard to find. She checked the time and waited a bit before dialing. A sleepy voice answered.
“Hello? Who is this?”
“Joyce? It’s me, Ruth. Am I waking you up?”
Joyce laughed warmly. “Yes, but I don’t care since it’s you! I’m so happy to hear your lovely voice! How are you?”
Ruth’s voice was soft and cheerful as she replied, “I’m fine. William called me very early yesterday morning, and I wasn’t thrilled about the interruption. He was cutting into my thoughts, so I ended the call short.”
Joyce cleared her throat. “Oh really? And what thoughts was dear William interrupting?”
Her voice sounded more awake now, more confident. She seemed to be hoping for a positive answer and waited patiently.
Ruth burst out rapidly, “I was thinking about critical things, very critical things, and also about a project I wanted to work on. It took me all day and part of the night. But this morning, I’m more than satisfied with the result. His call interrupted my train of thought, and it really annoyed me. I didn’t want to talk to him; I wanted to be alone with my thoughts.”
She continued, “And how are you doing?”
A hint of sadness crept into Joyce’s voice as she replied, “I’m okay. I haven’t been sleeping or eating much for the past two days, but I’m managing.”
Ruth asked, “Are you busy today? I’d really love to meet up and talk about some important things, very important things.”
Joyce paused briefly before answering, “Oh really? What time do you want to meet?”
Ruth’s tone brightened considerably. “Just enough time to shower and make ourselves look really, really beautiful? And when I say really, really beautiful, I mean stunning! It’ll lift our spirits a bit!”
Joyce sounded much more cheerful now. “Great, then! At my place at 11:00! We can whip up some lunch later.”
Ruth laughed delightedly. “That’s exactly the idea! See you later!”
Joyce jumped out of bed, giddy with anticipation at the thought of her beautiful, tattooed woman coming over to talk.
“She told me to look my best, she won’t regret it!” she thought excitedly.
She made herself some tea and took a refreshing shower. Wrapped in just a towel, she drank her tea before drying and styling her hair, then applying her makeup. She chose a bold bright red lipstick and created a sharp cat-eye look.
She was going to knock Ruth’s socks off with this outfit, Ruth wouldn’t believe her eyes. She pulled out long black nylon stockings and a black satin corset with garters that held her firm breasts in place while leaving them exposed. For her dress, she chose a long black satin evening gown with a side slit that reached mid-thigh, paired with stunning stiletto heels featuring ankle straps. And just in case, no panties. She put on long gold earrings and selected a pair of long, silky-soft black nylon gloves, she knew those would drive Ruth wild. Finally ready, she waited eagerly for Ruth to arrive.
Meanwhile, Ruth was rushing around getting ready, carefully choosing an outfit that would make her look absolutely irresistible. She’d been dreaming about that sweet kiss and wanted so much more from Joyce, the thought alone made her wet. She selected a gorgeous red dress that hugged every curve, paired with a black satin-and-lace corset that held her bust firmly while leaving it completely exposed.
Long black stockings and a black garter belt completed the ensemble. Her lips were painted a deep, dark shade that made them look utterly inviting, while heavy makeup created an air of mysterious allure around her eyes. Finally, a pair of short black satin gloves, which she’d found in her storeroom, perfected the whole look.
She checked herself in the mirror; she was flawless.
Chapter V – Surrender
Ready to head over to Joyce’s, Ruth carefully packed her finished work into small boxes, then placed them in a bag. She grabbed her handbag, locked up, and strolled next door. When she rang Joyce’s bell, the door swung open almost instantly, as if Joyce had been waiting eagerly for her arrival.
The two women locked eyes, jaws dropping in unison.
“You look absolutely stunning!” Joyce blurted out, while Ruth shot back without missing a beat, “No, YOU look gorgeous!”
Joyce’s eyes sparkled with delight as she gestured enthusiastically toward the doorway.
“Come on in! We’re not spending all day out here like a couple of statues!”
Ruth stepped inside, letting the door swing shut behind her. For several long minutes, Joyce and Ruth simply gazed into each other’s eyes, no words needed. Then Ruth broke the silence.
“Joyce, that kiss the other night, It really got me thinking.”
“I’m sorry,” Joyce said quickly, but as Joyce did to her the other night, Ruth gently pressed a gloved hand over her mouth with a sly smile.
“Hush. Let me talk.” She paused to let the words sink in. “I spent an unforgettable day with you, a day that ended with an incredible kiss that completely blindsided me. So much so that I may have overreacted.”
She removed her hand and continued, “Truth is, I can’t stop thinking about your kiss. It shook me to my core. That’s why I left so abruptly, I needed space to sort out what I really wanted, and frankly, I was getting a little tipsy and needed to be alone with my thoughts.”
Ruth’s satin-gloved hand caressed Joyce’s cheek before she went on.
“You want to know what I did when I got home? I was so stunned I felt like I’d stepped into a dream. I stripped down completely, went full-on naked, then plopped myself at the foot of my bed and realized I’d left my leather gloves on.” She chuckled softly.
“Brought them right up to my face, breathed in that scent… and whoosh! Another wave of heat washed over me. This time, I didn’t fight it, I let desire take hold.”
Ruth paused briefly before continuing with a mischievous glint in her eye.
“I touched myself like I used to when I was younger, and when I came, I screamed your name until the neighbors probably heard every syllable.” She laughed. “Then I passed out on my back. Woke up at dawn still wearing those gloves, and when I smelled them again, Leather mixed with pure sex… well, let’s just say it made me wet all over again.”
She placed both hands on Joyce’s cheeks and kissed her passionately. Joyce wrapped her arms around Ruth’s neck, returning that languorous kiss with fierce devotion.
Ruth pulled back slightly, gazing at Joyce with adoration. “My beautiful blonde flame, you’ve helped me discover who I truly am. Help me explore the pleasures between women, love me, fuck me, make me come!”
Unable to contain herself any longer, Joyce kissed Ruth even more intensely while working the zipper of her dress. The garment slid down her body in a hiss of fabric. She cupped Ruth’s breasts through her nylon gloves, then leaned in and licked those already-hard nipples. Ruth cradled Joyce’s head in her hands, crying out in pure delight.
After several minutes of gentle nibbling and licking, Ruth lifted Joyce’s head, eyes glazed with pleasure.
“I have a gift for you. I hope it’s as special to you as it was amazing to create.”
She fetched the bag she’d brought along and pulled out an elegant rectangular box.
“This isn’t just a token, it’s born from passion and pure love.”
Joyce stood frozen, tears streaming down her cheeks, and Ruth gently wiped them away with her satin-gloved fingers.
“Come on, open it!” She said softly.
Inside tissue paper lay the most magnificent pair of long black leather gloves Joyce had ever seen, incredibly supple, amazingly soft.
“You made these for me?” she sobbed, completely overcome. “But how did you guess my size?”
Ruth grinned. “Gloves are kind of my thing. I’ve got an eye for measurements, and between you and me, when I was caressing your hands the other night, I noticed we’re roughly the same size. Go on, try them on!”
Joyce slipped off her nylon gloves, and Ruth helped her slide into the new lambskin ones with sensual precision. Perfect fit. Joyce was ecstatic, running her hands along her arms before bringing the gloves to her face to inhale their scent. Overcome by a sweet wave of pleasure, she started laughing nervously.
“They’re fantastic! I don’t even know what to say!”
She grabbed Ruth’s head and kissed her fiercely.
Ruth broke free from the embrace with a playful smile. “Wait, one more surprise.”
She reached back into the bag and pulled out another box, opening it to reveal an incredible pair of short burgundy leather gloves, just as supple and exquisite as the black ones.
She slipped off her satin gloves and put on the leather pair, saying with a sultry tone, “These are for caressing you, making you wet, and driving you wild. I want to make love to you, teach me!”
That was all it took.
Joyce sprang into action, gripping Ruth’s head and tilting it back as she planted kisses along her neck, licking up to her chin before trailing back down. She cupped Ruth’s breasts in those soft leather-gloved hands, caressing them vigorously, to Ruth’s sheer delight. Ruth stroked Joyce’s head, begging for more.
Joyce slowly ran her gloved hands down Ruth’s body, leaning down to lick her tattooed lover’s ample breasts and caress her buttocks with tender precision. Ruth savored every sensation, letting herself be swept away by everything Joyce offered. Suddenly, Joyce straightened up and took hold of Ruth’s head, gripping her jaw between thumb and index finger.
She whispered into her ear, “You like this, you little minx, admit it!”
Ruth gave a slight nod of agreement.
Joyce continued, “I knew you’d let me do it, you tattooed little slut.”
She kissed Ruth while still holding her face, then moved her other hand down toward Ruth’s pussy. Her gloved fingers began to caress before sliding inside. Ruth moaned and closed her eyes, offering no resistance as Joyce got a bit rougher, making her wetter with every stroke.
Joyce pulled her hand away, bringing those soaked leather gloves close to Ruth’s mouth.
“Come on, show me what a naughty little pleasure-seeker you are! Lick up your juices!”
Ruth didn’t hesitate, she grabbed Joyce’s hand with both hands and began licking the glove clean before sliding a finger into her own mouth, sucking gently while letting out soft moans of pure delight. She surrendered completely to the heat spreading through her body.
Joyce felt herself getting wet too, a warm liquid flowing between her thighs. She hadn’t experienced this in years, and watching Ruth surrender to such divine pleasure aroused her intensely. She bent Ruth forward over the kitchen table, spread those gorgeous legs, and delivered the first smack, not too hard at first.
Ruth flinched slightly with a stifled sound but felt her pussy quiver and drip even more.
“Again,” she whispered.
Joyce smiled and obliged with another smack of equal intensity. Ruth felt the sting and wanted more.
“Again!”
Joyce was turning on by how much pleasure Ruth took from being spanked. She delivered a third smack, prompting a small cry of pure satisfaction from Ruth, who loved every second, the sensation making her wetter by the moment.
She said in hushed tones, “Again! And harder!”
Joyce didn’t hesitate, she dealt a slap that echoed through the room.
Ruth lifted her backside further over the table. “Again! I want it to sting!”
She stuck a finger sideways into her mouth, bracing for impact as another resounding slap rang out. Ruth cried out in satisfaction, her pussy dripping between her thighs while her butt cheek burned deliciously.
“Again! And don’t stop, you dirty little slut! Hit me! Hit me! Again!”
The harder Joyce struck, the more Ruth reveled in pleasure beyond measure, sensations that reminded her of childhood joys and early masturbatory experiments. Then Joyce leaned over Ruth’s magnificent ass, spread those buns, and began licking her anus. Ruth was surprised but welcomed it, turning slightly to place a hand on Joyce’s head.
“Yes, lick my ass. It feels incredible!” she said, surrendering to the sensations with little cries of pure pleasure.
Joyce loved watching her now almost girlfriend take such intense pleasure, it turned her on even more as she reciprocated with vigorous strokes of her tongue. Then she lowered her head and began devouring Ruth’s pussy furiously. Ruth screamed loud enough to wake the dead.
“Ahhhhh, yesss! Lick me! Harder!”
Ruth definitely preferred it rougher! Joyce straightened up slightly and thrust two fingers into that dripping pussy while Ruth let out sounds of sheer ecstasy. She moved those leather-gloved fingers in and out vigorously as Ruth’s climax built to a crescendo. Joyce slid another finger into Ruth’s anus, making her roar and shudder with pleasure.
“Holy shit, that’s incredible! Keep going! Harder! Fuck me! I fucking love it!” Ruth screamed.
Joyce kept up the rhythm for quite some time, savoring every cry from her beloved.
Then Ruth got back up, breathing heavily but grinning widely. “Now it’s your turn, you little bitch!”
She led Joyce into the bedroom without waiting a second, pulling off that dress and pushing her down to the foot of the bed. She spread Joyce’s legs and began eating her out while sliding two fingers inside.
Joyce sighed in bliss, cupping Ruth’s head and urging her on even more furiously. Ruth went at it harder and harder, relishing the taste of Joyce’s juicy pussy. She licked hungrily while thrusting those leather-clad fingers as deep as possible, varying speed and rhythm.
Joyce was in heaven, she pressed down harder on Ruth’s head. “Eat me harder, you little slut, I know you love it! Come on! Harder! Obey me!”
Ruth adored being called dirty names, they gave her even more conviction, and loved being treated like a naughty girl; it turned her on beyond measure! Joyce released her grip momentarily to pinch her own nipples while letting out heavy sighs. Ruth took the opportunity to catch her breath before going back at it with renewed vigor, attacking Joyce’s quivering pussy even more fiercely as it spurted freely. She slid a third finger into Joyce’s pussy and one into her ass simultaneously.
Joyce arched her back with a plaintive cry: “My God, you’re good! It’s like you’ve been doing this your whole life!”
Ruth stopped licking, though she kept fucking both holes, and said playfully, “You know, I’ve practiced on myself quite a bit! But don’t worry, I’m going to make you come, my beautiful blonde.”
She stopped the in-and-out motion and thrust two fingers deep into Joyce’s vagina while applying firm upward pressure, holding them there. Joyce propped herself up into a semi-seated position with wide eyes before letting out an earth-shattering roar, like some primordial demon unleashed.
“Holy fuckin’ hell!” she screamed at the top of her lungs just as a jet of fluid erupted from her pussy.
Ruth barely lifted her head in time to avoid getting hit in the face.
Joyce lay there reeling, staring at Ruth in astonishment: “But how did you manage that?! Never in my life have I climaxed with such intensity!”
Ruth kissed Joyce and burst into hearty laughter.
“That’s my little secret, darling! But if you want, I’d be happy to teach you.” She winked playfully. “Did you really think I’d never experimented on myself before meeting you? Masturbation and I have been best friends since I was five or six, we tried all sorts of tricks in my bedroom and our hideout!”
And she started laughing even harder. Joyce joined in, shifting back to lie down fully as she patted the mattress for Ruth to join her.
“Come here, my dear. come close, share this moment with me.”
Ruth climbed into bed beside Joyce, caressing her leg, then her arm and cheek. They kissed tenderly before Joyce broke the silence.
She smiled mischievously: “Our gloves are pretty messy now, aren’t they? We should probably take them off!”
Ruth laughed. “No way, let’s keep them on! And don’t worry, I’ve got a foolproof cleaning method.”
She took Joyce’s gloved hand and inhaled deeply that sweet scent of leather mixed with their combined fluids.
“I love this smell, it gives me shivers every time!”
Joyce did the same with Ruth’s hand: “Isn’t it wonderful? Pure delight in leather form!”
They both burst into laughter again.
Then Joyce brought up the spanking. “Seriously, I had no idea you’d enjoy getting spanked so much! The first time was just a test to see how you’d react, and you kept begging for more! And harder! What gives, you little vamp, this definitely isn’t your first rodeo!”
Ruth blushed and smiled, her eyes sparkling mischievously.
“It was absolutely divine! Reminded me of when I was young, a little girl, really.”
Joyce looked curious: “What? How so? Tell me, I’m dying to know!”
Ruth laughed, hiding behind a pillow before continuing with a delicious story.
“When I was little, I had quite the temper, adventurous, rebellious, constantly getting into trouble. My mother would punish me regularly.”
She started laughing again: “I got spanked all the time and never once flinched, which drove my mom crazy! She’d hit harder and harder until she finally sent me to my room.”
Ruth paused as if lost in memories before continuing with a mischievous grin.
“What Mom didn’t know was that spanking gave me these strange, incredible sensations that I absolutely loved. And the harder she hit, the more I enjoyed it.”
She laughed harder now. “She’d send me to my room for hours as punishment, but for me, It was a gift! I’d lock the door, pull out my little white Sunday gloves, and touch myself all over!”
Ruth buried her face in the pillow again, laughing uncontrollably while adding: “When I confessed earlier that I started masturbating young, well, it all began with spanking! I used to get wet before I even had my first period!”
Joyce was stunned but utterly charmed.
She replied playfully: “You dirty little girl! So you’re a glove lover too, huh?”
Ruth smiled: “Actually, yes, but for some reason, when I started dating William at sixteen, all that went away. I took up sewing instead, specializing in gloves.”
She paused thoughtfully. “Strangely enough, making gloves never gave me any thrill, it was like my passion for wearing them got buried deep inside… until two days ago when I held your hand and felt those amazing nylon gloves. Suddenly I was hit by a wave of heat just like when I was young, and all my memories came flooding back, including my deep love for gloves and the pleasure they used to bring me.”
Joyce looked at Ruth in silence for several seconds before smiling warmly.
“So I was the spark that reignited your passion for gloves!” She realised.
Ruth smiled too, twirling a lock of Joyce’s hair around her finger: “You’ve been the spark for so many things, my beautiful curly-haired blonde. And by the way, I absolutely love it when you talk dirty to me, it seriously turns me on! But tell me…” She grinned mischievously. “…do you have a dominant side?”
She watched Joyce blush before continuing: “Because I love being your submissive, your naughty little girl who deserves a good spanking!”
They laughed heartily at that, the innuendo hanging in the air with promises of future steamy encounters.
As she got dressed, Ruth mentioned casually: “I’m going to have some big decisions ahead in the coming weeks.”
Joyce looked up: “Oh? What kind of decisions?”
Ruth gave her an exasperated look and continued: “Well, obviously, my divorce! I need to figure out how to handle it without losing the house or creating a massive headache.”
Joyce’s expression shifted to concern, so Ruth quickly added: “What? Don’t you want me? Because I want YOU, and to make that happen, I need to get divorced. It’s not like I love William or that my life depends on him; I actually earn more than he does with my sewing anyway!”
Tears of joy rolled down Joyce’s cheeks as she sniffled: “Do you really want to get a divorce just to be with me?”
Ruth sighed, smiled warmly, cupped Joyce’s face in her hands and kissed her tenderly.
She said cynically: “Pfft, you’re supposed to be the Dominatrix here, yet I’m the one being all tough!” She burst into laughter again. “You’re the one who owns my heart, Mistress! If you’ll have me, that is!”
Joyce smiled through her tears and replied: “Of course I want you, you dirty little tattooed pervert!”
Ruth returned home exhausted but incredibly happy. She’d need to think carefully about how to get rid of William, though he’d always been kind to her and probably loved her, she didn’t feel much for him anymore. He was more like the teenage boyfriend she’d married for social reasons than an actual partner.
No, she couldn’t stay with him if she wanted to truly blossom. She needed a solution, but what?
Ruth was deep in thought when the doorbell rang. Joyce? She jumped up excitedly and rushed to open it, only to find police officers standing there instead.
One removed his cap politely: “Ma’am, are you William Brown’s wife?”
Everything went black within seconds, and when Ruth came to, the officer explained about the accident, the plunge into the ravine and the car explosion that left no chance of survival. Ruth was strong, she didn’t cry. After thanking the officers politely, she picked up the phone and dialed Joyce’s number.
“Joyce, it’s me. It’s not a divorce I need to deal with, but a funeral. William died in a car accident this morning.”
She hung up abruptly, sat down heavily on a kitchen chair, and began trembling despite her best efforts to stay composed. The coming weeks would be difficult, but she was strong and knew Joyce would support her.
A new life had just begun.