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Spring 1949. Joyce lived alone in a small Canadian suburb. Her husband had died during the war in one of the final German strikes against Allied troops, and she had never remarried, ignoring the neighborhood gossip and tittle-tattle. Admittedly, in those days, a woman nearing thirty\u2014and a very pretty one at that\u2014did not remain single for long. It was frowned upon and gave people plenty to talk about.<\/p>\n
Joyce looked after her charming little house on her own and lived off the income left by her late husband. She would hire young men\u2014minors\u2014to mow the lawn, paint the fence, or handle any other tasks generally assigned to boys. She had learned to drive and had even treated herself to a gleaming black Buick two years earlier. In short, she lived alone, did her own shopping, and took good care of her house and grounds. She particularly enjoyed gardening, and her floral arrangements were magnificent and beautifully maintained.<\/p>\n
The neighbors found it surprising never to see men coming to visit her or loitering nearby. The only visitors she received from time to time were women of her own age or slightly younger; sometimes two or three would visit at once, and it was mostly the same circle of women who came to her home. She was friendly to everyone and smiled all the time. People said she was elegant, always very well-dressed, and classy.<\/p>\n
That spring, the house next door went up for sale; the elderly couple who had lived there for decades could no longer look after the property and were moved into a retirement home. The house sold very quickly, and a buzz of excitement ran through the neighborhood as everyone wondered who would be moving into that charming, well-maintained home.<\/p>\n
Two weeks after the house was sold, a moving truck pulled into the driveway, and the new neighbors appeared to be settling in. From a distance, they looked like a young couple without children, but it was too early to draw any conclusions. In any case, introductions would happen in due course, and the neighbors would come to meet them with the customary welcome dishes and barbecue invitations.<\/p>\n
Joyce, with her boundless zest for life and eternal good cheer, was the very first to come and welcome the newcomers. She was dressed in her finest attire: a lovely little white floral dress with a crinoline skirt, nylon stockings, and black high heels; a small black hat perched jauntily atop her curly blonde hair; and short black nylon gloves with puffed wrists. Her makeup was striking, featuring cat-eye liner and luscious, fiery-red lips. She looked simply dazzling, radiant, and magnificent.<\/p>\n
She knocked on the new neighbors’ door, and a radiant, stunning young woman with blonde hair styled in a high bun came to the door. The young woman was wearing a very sexy little black dress, black nylon stockings, and black high heels. Her smile was magnificent, set off by dark lipstick, and her eyes sparkled with joy. But what truly captivated Joyce was that both her arms were fully tattooed from shoulder to wrist. The young woman looked like a pin-up and had the bearing of a Hollywood star.<\/p>\n
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Joyce stammered when she saw the young woman: “H-h-hello, I… I…” She caught her breath, held out her hand, and said more confidently, “My name is Joyce; I\u2019m your next-door neighbor. I came to welcome you and brought a cake as a housewarming gift.” The young woman gave her a big, lovely smile and said, “Hello! I’m Ruth! Do come in\u2014we were just about to pour ourselves a cup of tea; join us to taste this wonderful cake and get to know each other better!” Ruth brought Joyce inside and introduced her to her husband. “William, I\u2019d like you to meet our new neighbor, Joyce. She\u2019s brought us a welcome cake! Get out three cups and three plates\u2014we\u2019re going to get to know each other!”<\/p>\n
The three of them chatted for much of the afternoon. Joyce explained that her husband had died nearly five years ago and that she had been living alone ever since. Ruth, for her part, revealed that she and William had married two years ago and had saved enough money to buy this lovely little house. They had wanted to leave the big city for a quieter area and had found a great opportunity to purchase the home. In any case, since William was a traveling salesman, he was generally away for three or four weeks before returning home for a week.<\/p>\n
Joyce ventured a question: “But who looks after you when William is away? Four weeks is a long time!” Ruth laughed and said, “I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself, and with my tattoos, I scare men off anyway, so there’s no real danger!” The three of them started laughing, and Joyce continued, “But what do you do when William is away? You must be bored to tears!” Ruth replied with a chuckle, “Actually, not really. Yes, we\u2019re married, but we both need a certain amount of freedom\u2014and, above all, time to ourselves. It\u2019s an arrangement that works for us. I am a seamstress and fashion designer, and I have a lot of contracts!<\/p>\n
Ruth took Joyce\u2019s gloved hand and said, “Come, I\u2019ll show you my sewing room,” but as she held Joyce\u2019s hand, she felt a wave of heat wash over her. Was it the softness of the nylon that had stirred such sensations? She had noticed that Joyce hadn\u2019t taken off her gloves all afternoon and found it curious, yet at the same time, she couldn’t help but admire them. Then, stroking Joyce\u2019s hand with both of hers, she said, “Your gloves are splendid\u2014and so soft; I love the way they feel.” Joyce smiled and asked, “So, what about that sewing room?” They both burst out laughing, watched by a puzzled William who hadn’t a clue what was going on.<\/p>\n
Ruth\u2019s sewing room took up a good part of the second floor; she had converted one bedroom into a storage area for fabrics and various materials, and a larger bedroom into a space for her sewing machines and large table. In the main room, there were shelves filled with patterns and designs for all kinds of garments\u2014from simple trousers and skirts to shirts and evening gowns. Joyce was amazed, and what caught her eye was a small shelf holding several patterns for making gloves. She asked Ruth, “Do you make gloves?” Ruth replied, “Of course\u2014it’s one of my specialties!” Joyce let out a soft sigh of delight, and Ruth noticed it, though she pretended not to.<\/p>\n
After a good half-hour spent poking around the workshop, Joyce told Ruth it was time for her to head home. She said, “Thanks for the guided tour and for the lovely afternoon we spent together! Let’s do it again sometime\u2014I’ll invite you over to my place!” She took both of Ruth’s hands and gently caressed them with her gloved hands; Ruth felt herself blush and experienced another wave of warmth.<\/p>\n
Joyce said goodbye to William, who replied, “See you in four weeks; I have to leave for the western provinces tomorrow morning to visit potential clients! Let’s have dinner together when I get back!” Ruth also said goodbye to Joyce. As she was leaving, Joyce turned back and asked Ruth, “I’m going into town tomorrow to do some shopping\u2014would you like to come along?” Ruth didn’t hesitate for a moment and replied, “I’d love to! Provided we make a stop along the way\u2014I need to buy some supplies and fabric!” To which Joyce responded, “Then get ready to look your best; we’re leaving early tomorrow morning!”<\/p>\n
The next morning, William said goodbye to Ruth: “I’ll see you in four weeks, my dear. Take care of yourself, and I hope you build a wonderful friendship with Joyce. Happy shopping\u2014I’ll try to call you over the next few weeks if I have access to a phone.” Ruth was almost glad that William was leaving. She was really looking forward to going shopping and out with Joyce. Deep down, she felt as joyful as a young girl being taken out for the first time, and she hurried off to get ready.<\/p>\n
It was nearly six in the morning, and she decided to take a nice hot shower. As the water prickled her skin, she felt a strange wave of excitement wash over her. She picked up the soap, worked it into a lather between her hands, and began to wash herself\u2014first her neck, then her shoulders and arms. She took more soap and felt that wave again, though this time it was stronger. She caressed her breasts with her soapy hands, taking the time to pinch her nipples while continuing to stroke her beautiful, firm, and taut breasts. She let out little sighs of satisfaction, then slid a soapy hand down to her pussy, which she could feel quivering under her touch. She felt a pang of guilt and stopped abruptly, then began to laugh nervously. “I feel really strange this morning; it\u2019s like I\u2019ve turned back into a little girl, excited out of her mind to go out!” She started giggling again as she finished washing up.<\/p>\n
After her shower, she took her time applying her makeup to perfection, highlighting her magnificent blue eyes. She applied a glossy, dark red lipstick and then chose her outfit: a beautiful, tight little black dress, nylon stockings held up by a black satin garter belt, a black satin corset, and black high-heeled shoes with ankle straps. She fastened a wide leather belt around her waist to complete the look and styled her hair into a pretty bun atop her head. She felt like something was missing for her to look her absolute best and turn heads in town. She rummaged through her accessories for several long minutes without finding what she was looking for. Then, a stroke of genius crossed her mind. If she was going out with Joyce, she might as well go all out.<\/p>\n
She opened a small drawer in her bedroom dresser and, triumphant, took out a magnificent pair of short white leather gloves that she wore on special occasions. She slipped the gloves on and felt, for the third time, an immense wave of heat sweep through her body. Instinctively, she raised her gloved hands to her mouth and nose and breathed in the scent of the leather deeply. She felt herself sway, and the wave of heat returned even more intensely, a feeling of supreme joy washing over her. She smiled, bit her lower lip, and realized what was happening. It had been a long time since that had happened to her despite the number of pairs of gloves she had crafted over the past few years. But the very act of wearing them aroused her, and she felt her panties growing damp. This brought back marvelous memories welling up from her subconscious.<\/p>\n
The front doorbell rang, snapping her out of her wonderful reverie. She composed herself, glanced in the mirror, grabbed her handbag, and went to open the door. It was Joyce. Seeing her there, she felt her heart race and was overcome by another wave of intense heat. Honestly, what on earth was wrong with her?<\/p>\n
Joyce wore a magnificent yellow crinoline dress with white bands at the neck and cuffs; beneath it, one could glimpse a white petticoat and a garter belt holding up long black thigh-high stockings. She wore stunning white high-heeled shoes and a large yellow hat that matched her dress. Her makeup was exquisite, featuring pink lipstick, and she had coordinated a black satin band around her neck with a matching one at her waist. But what really sent Ruth reeling was the pair of small white nylon gloves\u2014puffed at the wrists\u2014that Joyce was wearing. At the sight of the gloves, Ruth felt once again a wave of intense heat and sensed her panties becoming soaked. She felt light-headed and incredibly aroused. After all, perhaps Joyce *did* turn her on, even if she had been reluctant to admit it to herself!<\/p>\n
Joyce exclaimed, “Ruth! You look absolutely stunning\u2014breathtaking! Wait!” She pulled a state-of-the-art camera from her bag and said, “Strike a pose\u2014I\u2019m going to take a picture! And in color, too!” Then, like an excited teenager, she threw her arms around Ruth and planted a kiss on both her cheeks, giggling with delight. Ruth pulled herself together, but the scent of Joyce\u2019s perfume gave her the shivers and made her skin prickle. She said, “Just look at you, Joyce! You look phenomenal\u2014stunning and incredibly beautiful! If I were a guy and unmarried, I\u2019d be wooing you! Do you want me to take your picture?” Joyce smiled at her, her eyes sparkling, and said, “We\u2019ll take the photo in town! Come on, hop in the car\u2014we\u2019re off on an adventure!”<\/p>\n
They spent the day shopping, dining out, and having a drink on a terrace\u2014laughing and sharing a thousand and one stories. They even took the time to snap a photo of Joyce in front of her gleaming black car, right in the middle of the shopping street. Ruth felt wonderful in Joyce\u2019s company; she felt happier than she had ever been. Her heart was racing, she hung on Joyce\u2019s every word, and she couldn’t make sense of what was happening to her at all. Nor did she know that Joyce was feeling exactly the same way. Ruth felt as though she were falling in love, and it deeply unsettled her. On one hand, she was married to a man who was never around\u2014and did she truly love him? But on the other, this was the first time she had experienced such strong emotions and a sense of well-being in the presence of a woman. What\u2019s more, a woman she had known for only two days!<\/p>\n
They returned later that evening after a wonderful, intimate candlelight dinner at a luxurious restaurant. Both women were radiant, their eyes sparkling; they felt absolutely marvelous. As she parked the car in her driveway, Joyce asked, “Do you want to come in for a drink and keep talking? I loved our wonderful day and don’t want it to end just yet.” She looked at Ruth with pleading eyes and said, “Say yes! Even if we get a little tipsy, your house is just a stone’s throw from mine!” Ruth laughed and agreed.<\/p>\n
Joyce poured two glasses of whiskey; they toasted to friendship and downed their drinks. Ruth said, “Another one!” Joyce laughed and poured two more. Then, Ruth began to speak in a lower, honeyed tone. “Joyce, we\u2019ve only known each other for two days, but I feel like I\u2019ve known you forever. I\u2019m going to confess a few things to you\u2014but don\u2019t judge me, and don\u2019t laugh at me.” Ruth had followed Joyce’s lead and hadn’t taken off her gloves all day; deep down, she knew she loved it and that it turned her on immensely. Joyce looked at her with tender passion and said, “What is it, Ruth? Tell me!” Ruth took a sip from her glass, sighed, and replied, “You know, I’ve felt strange all day. In fact, ever since you caressed my hands with your gloves on yesterday, I’ve felt odd.”<\/p>\n
Joyce\u2019s eyes widened, but she said nothing. Ruth took another sip and continued, “This morning, I couldn’t wait for William to leave. I felt like a little girl excited about an outing. I went to take a shower; I put soap in my hands, worked up a lather, and found myself caressing my breasts and then my pussy, letting out little giggles of pleasure. A wave of heat washed over me, but shame took over, and I stopped.” She drained her glass and asked for another; then, while Joyce finished hers and refilled the glasses, Ruth resumed the conversation. “After my shower, I got dressed and felt light. I felt sexy and 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 let Ruth continue.<\/p>\n
Ruth took another sip, feeling slightly weighed down by the alcohol, yet she continued speaking without paying much heed to Joyce\u2019s remark. “I was missing a key accessory to complete my outfit. I searched high and low but couldn’t find one. Then, inspiration struck, and I grabbed my leather gloves. As I slipped them on, a wave of heat washed over me, and I felt an inexplicable urge to breathe in the scent of the leather. It turned me on so much that I felt myself go weak at the knees, and my panties grew damp.”<\/p>\n
Joyce grinned broadly and said, “Really? That’s fantastic!” Ruth smiled and picked up where she had left off: “It was the doorbell that brought me back to reality! I had an irresistible urge to do things to myself. But when I saw you on the porch in your lovely yellow dress and little nylon gloves, it made me come a little, and my panties got soaking wet.” Joyce smiled and said cheerfully, “I knew I had that effect, but this is the first time anyone\u2019s actually told me so!” Ruth looked at her thoughtfully, smiled, finished her drink, and went on.<\/p>\n
She looked at Joyce with a tender, passionate gaze and said, “Joyce, this might be the best day of my short life. I\u2019m only twenty-one, and I thought I\u2019d already experienced a lot, but spending this wonderful day with you filled me with joy and stirred up emotions I never thought I\u2019d feel. Throughout the day, I felt heard, respected, and\u2014strangely enough\u2014loved. 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\u2019t even know if I love him.”<\/p>\n
She continued, “But at the same time, falling in love with a woman?” Joyce placed a gloved hand over her mouth and spoke in turn. “Beautiful Ruth, the moment I saw you open the door yesterday, I felt like I was walking on air. You looked so sexy in that lovely little dress and with your tattoos\u2014it was love at first sight for me.” She kept her hand over Ruth’s mouth and continued, “I know I\u2019m older than you\u2014I\u2019m past thirty\u2014but like you said, that day was memorable; I have to admit, it was one of the best days of my life. You know, I masturbated thinking about you last night?” She removed her hand from Ruth’s mouth, cupped her face with both gloved hands, and kissed her passionately.<\/p>\n
Ruth was slightly surprised but let herself be kissed. Then, she gently pushed Joyce away and said, “We can’t do this. It’s wrong. I’m married. I… I…” She trailed off. Joyce replied, “You’re married\u2014so what? Your husband isn’t here, and I doubt he makes you feel what we’re feeling for each other right now. These emotions and feelings are stronger than anything! I can give you time; there’s no rush. I love you, my voluptuous, tattooed young woman!”<\/p>\n
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 her husband and what would happen if he found out. Finally, she said to Joyce, “I think I’ll head home. Alcohol won’t help us tonight, and I think I need to be alone to think things over. I’ll be in touch. Goodnight, my radiant blonde beauty.”<\/p>\n
As she returned home, Ruth\u2019s mind was teeming with questions. She knew she would struggle to sleep, given how intensely her brain was racing. She undressed, and without even realizing it, she had kept her gloves on. She was naked yet still wore those incredibly soft gloves\u2014the ones she had kept on all day without once taking them off. She was still feeling the effects of the whiskey, yet she was in full control of her faculties. Then, instinctively, she raised her gloves to her face and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the leather. She thought of Joyce and what she had said to her, and felt a massive wave of heat wash over her. This time, she didn’t resist and let herself be swept away by the wave.<\/p>\n
She sat at the foot of the bed, then caressed her neck and arms before moving down to her chest. She pinched her nipples, crying out with delight, and then fondled her breasts roughly, taking real pleasure in it. She surrendered completely to pleasure, sliding a hand down between her legs and gently caressing her clitoris while letting out soft sighs of ecstasy. Feeling her pussy grow wet with desire, she slid a finger inside, arching her back as she caressed her breasts with her other hand.<\/p>\n
She slid a finger in, then pulled it out to stroke her pussy, before slipping it back inside and moving it in and out. She felt the pleasure building and loved it. She kept up the rhythm until ecstasy washed over her. She cried out “Joyce” at the top of her lungs and felt an electric jolt race through her young body; she had experienced an intense orgasm just like the ones she got when she was younger. She drifted off into a state of complete fulfillment, without removing the gloves that were soaked with her juices. That night, she dreamed of her youth and the things she had let go\u2014things that had brought her so much pleasure and joy.<\/p>\n
The next morning, she woke up still lying on her back, naked, wearing the leather gloves she hadn’t taken off for nearly twenty-four hours. She pressed the gloves against her mouth and nose, took a light sniff, and smiled. The scent of leather mingled with the scent of sex made her wet and filled her heart with joy, bringing a strange sense of pure well-being. She took a shower, got dressed, and had breakfast. The phone rang; it was William. Ruth cut the conversation short, claiming she was with a client and had work to do. William didn’t make an issue of it and told her he wouldn’t be able to call her for at least a week. She hung up and finished her coffee.<\/p>\n
In reality, yes, Ruth had work to do. A night\u2019s sleep following that moment of pure ecstasy had given her time to reflect and gain perspective. She did the dishes and thought out loud. “But why on earth isn’t there any hand protection for doing housework? There ought to be special gloves for that!” She put away the washing supplies and went up to her sewing room to work on a new, more-than-special project.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, next door, Joyce lay awake, turning things over in her mind. She was constantly thinking about Ruth and the effect she had on her. For the first time, Joyce had fallen truly in love, and she hoped that love would be reciprocated. She had never loved her husband; it had been an arranged marriage\u2014a matter of obligation rather than choice. And although she had had countless affairs with women after his death, she had never fallen in love.<\/p>\n
Joyce had loved women since her earliest childhood. She felt much more at ease with them, and in any case, the mere sight of a cock completely repulsed her. She also had another secret: she was passionate about gloves\u2014gloves of every fabric, length, and color. She owned an impressive collection and wore them constantly, even in the shower. She would let her hands rest for a few hours a day, but as a rule, she always wore a pair of gloves for every occasion. Whether gardening, washing the dishes, or simply for the sheer pleasure of it, she always had a pair on.<\/p>\n
She loved having sex or masturbating while wearing gloves more than anything. It drove her wild with pleasure, and she absolutely loved it. When Ruth confessed to her that she got a huge thrill from her nylon gloves and nearly lost her mind at the feel of leather ones, she had been stunned\u2014and so aroused that she\u2019d had an orgasm she had to stifle so Ruth wouldn’t notice. Oh yes. She had fallen under Ruth\u2019s spell and was head over heels in love with her.<\/p>\n
Ruth was rummaging through her patterns to find the ultimate design that would best suit what she wanted to create. She remembered having large pieces of black lambskin\u2014supple and incredibly soft. She had picked up this luxurious leather at a flea market for a pittance but had never had the chance to use it for anything. She didn’t have enough for a skirt or trousers, but for what she had in mind, it would be absolutely perfect. As she sorted through the pieces of leather, she found some that were smaller but a shade of red leaning towards burgundy\u2014just as supple and soft as the black ones. Her face lit up, and a broad smile appeared. She exclaimed, “Fantastic!” then turned back to the shelf where she kept her patterns.<\/p>\n
Ruth was an exceptional seamstress with a keen eye. She could gauge measurements by instinct. She set to work with boundless passion and a desire to do things right. She worked tirelessly all day and into the night until the work was satisfactory. And her creations were more than satisfactory; she was proud of them. She went to bed, exhausted but highly pleased with her meticulous work. Only one step remained for everything to be a success.<\/p>\n
Early in the morning, Ruth woke up with a smile on her face. “I hope it works,” she said aloud. She made herself some coffee and had breakfast; then, she looked up Joyce’s phone number in the directory. It wouldn’t be very difficult, as there were no more than a thousand inhabitants in the small town. She checked the time and waited a little while. Then, she dialed the number and let it ring. A sleepy little voice answered on the other end of the line. “Hello, who is this?” Ruth replied, “Joyce? It’s me, Ruth. Am I waking you up?” Joyce laughed and answered, “Yes, but it doesn’t matter since it’s you! I’m happy to hear your lovely voice! How are you?”<\/p>\n
Ruth replied in a soft, rather cheerful voice, “I’m fine. William called me very early yesterday morning, and I wasn’t too happy about the call. He was interrupting my thoughts, so I cut the call short.” Joyce cleared her throat and replied, “Oh really? And what thoughts was dear William interrupting?” Her voice sounded more confident and alert. She seemed to be expecting a positive answer but waited patiently for Ruth to reply. In an uncontrollable, rapid-fire burst, Ruth replied, “I was thinking about important things\u2014very important things\u2014and also about a project I wanted to work on. It took me all day and part of the night. But this morning, I\u2019m more than satisfied with the result. His call interrupted my train of thought, and that annoyed me no end. I didn’t want to talk to him; I wanted to be alone with my own thoughts.”<\/p>\n
She continued, “And how are you doing?” Joyce replied with a hint of sadness in her voice, “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 like for us to meet up and talk about some important things\u2014very important things.” Joyce paused briefly before answering, “Oh really? What time do you want to meet?” Ruth replied cheerfully, “Just enough time to shower and make ourselves look really, really beautiful? And when I say really, really beautiful, I mean stunning! It\u2019ll lift our spirits a bit!” Joyce sounded much more cheerful and said, “Great, then! At my place at 11:00! We can make ourselves some lunch a bit later.” Ruth laughed and said, “That\u2019s exactly the idea! See you later!”<\/p>\n
Joyce hurriedly got up, growing giddy at the thought of her beautiful, tattooed woman coming over to talk. “She told me to look my best\u2014she won’t regret it!” She made herself some tea and took a nice, invigorating shower. She drank her tea wrapped in just a towel, then dried and styled her hair before applying her makeup. She chose a striking bright red lipstick and created a cat-eye look.<\/p>\n
She was going to dazzle Ruth with her outfit; Ruth wouldn’t believe her eyes. She took out a pair of long black nylon stockings and a black satin corset with garters. The corset held her firm breasts in place while leaving them exposed. She chose a long black satin evening gown with a side slit reaching the thigh, along with stunning stiletto heels featuring ankle straps. She deliberately chose not to wear panties\u2014just in case. She put on long gold earrings and selected a pair of long, silky-soft black nylon gloves. She knew those gloves would turn Ruth on. Finally ready, she waited patiently for Ruth to arrive.<\/p>\n
For her part, Ruth was getting ready in a flurry, carefully choosing an outfit that would make her look as arousing as possible. She had dreamed of that sweet kiss and wanted even more from Joyce; the mere thought of it made her wet. She chose a lovely, form-fitting red dress that accentuated her beautiful curves, along 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. She applied a very dark lipstick that made her lips look inviting, while her eyes were heavily made up to create a mysterious allure. Finally, a pair of short black satin gloves\u2014which she had found in her storeroom\u2014perfectly rounded off the outfit. She looked at herself in the mirror; she was perfect.<\/p>\n
She was ready to head over to Joyce’s. She gathered her work, carefully packed it into small boxes, and then placed them in a bag. She grabbed her handbag, locked up, and strolled over to the house next door. When she arrived at Joyce’s door, she rang the bell, and the door opened almost instantly\u2014as if Joyce had been eagerly awaiting her arrival. The two women stared at each other in amazement; Joyce exclaimed, “You look radiant and magnificent!” to which Ruth replied, “No, *you* look resplendent and absolutely incredible!” Joyce\u2019s eyes were sparkling as she said to Ruth, “Come on in! We aren’t going to spend the day standing on the porch!” Ruth stepped inside and closed the door behind her.<\/p>\n
Joyce and Ruth looked into each other’s eyes without saying a word for several long minutes; then Ruth spoke. “Joyce, your kiss the other night gave me a lot to think about.” Joyce said, “I’m sorry,” but Ruth placed her gloved hand over Joyce’s mouth and, with a faint, wry smile, said, “Hush, let me speak. I spent an unforgettable day with you\u2014a day that ended with a wonderful kiss that took me by surprise. So much by surprise that I may have overreacted.”<\/p>\n
She paused, removed her hand from Joyce\u2019s mouth, and continued: “I\u2019m still thinking about your kiss\u2014I can\u2019t get it out of my mind; it shook me up so much. I left abruptly because I was starting to get a little tipsy and needed to be alone to think about what I really wanted.” She caressed Joyce\u2019s cheek with her satin-gloved hand, then went on. \u201cDo you know what I did when I got home? I was so stunned that I felt like I was in a dream. I went into my bedroom, stripped off all my clothes\u2014got completely naked\u2014and sat at the foot of my bed, only to realize I hadn’t taken off my leather gloves. I brought the gloves close to my face and breathed in the scent of the leather. A fresh wave of heat rose up inside me, and instead of suppressing it, I let it rise, and desire took hold of my entire being. I let myself go and caressed and masturbated like when I was younger, and when I came, I screamed your name at the top of my lungs through the house. Then, I fell asleep on my back. When I woke up at dawn, I realized I was still wearing my gloves, and I smelled them. The scent of leather mixed with the smell of pure sex made me wet; I smiled and made my decision.\u00a0\u00bb<\/p>\n
She placed both hands on Joyce\u2019s cheeks and kissed her passionately. Joyce wrapped her arms around Ruth\u2019s neck and returned that passionate kiss\u2014one so languorous and filled with fierce love. Then Ruth looked at Joyce and said, “My beautiful blonde flame, with you I\u2019ve discovered who I am. Help me explore the pleasures of sex between women\u2014love me, fuck me, make me come!” Unable to hold back any longer, Joyce kissed Ruth even more fiercely as she undid her dress and let it slide down her body. She cupped Ruth\u2019s breasts with her nylon-clad hands, then leaned down and licked her nipples, which had hardened with desire. Ruth cradled Joyce\u2019s head in her hands and let out a cry of pure delight.<\/p>\n
After several minutes of having her breasts gently nibbled and licked, Ruth lifted Joyce\u2019s head and said softly, “I have a gift for you. I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed putting it together.” She went to fetch the bag she had brought along and took out a rectangular box, which she presented to Joyce. “Open it; this isn’t just a token of friendship\u2014it’s a gift born of passion and pure love.” Joyce was speechless, and tears streamed down her cheeks. Ruth wiped the tears away with her satin-gloved fingers and said, “Go on, open it!” Joyce opened the box and saw something wrapped in tissue paper; she unwrapped it and was stunned by what lay inside.<\/p>\n
It was a magnificent pair of long black leather gloves\u2014incredibly supple and incomparably soft. “You made these for me?” she said, sobbing and visibly moved. “But how did you figure out my size?” Ruth smiled and replied, “I told you gloves were my specialty. I\u2019ve always had a keen eye for measurements, and to be honest, when I was caressing your hands the other night, I noticed you were roughly the same size as me. Go on! Try them on!”<\/p>\n
Joyce removed her nylon gloves, and Ruth sensually helped her slip on the new lambskin ones. They fit perfectly; Ruth had got the measurements exactly right. Joyce was ecstatic and utterly delighted. She caressed her hands and arms, then raised the gloves to her face to breathe in their scent. Overcome by a sweet, intoxicating wave, she began to laugh nervously. “They’re fantastic! I don’t know what to say!” She took Ruth’s head in her hands and kissed her fiercely.<\/p>\n
Ruth gently broke free from Joyce\u2019s embrace and said, “Wait, I have another surprise.” She reached into the bag and pulled out a small box, which she quickly opened. Smiling, she unwrapped an incredible pair of short burgundy leather gloves\u2014just as supple and exquisite as the long black leather ones. She slipped off her satin gloves and put on the magnificent leather pair, saying, “These are for caressing you, making you wet, and driving you to the purest ecstasy. I want to make love to you\u2014teach me!”<\/p>\n
That was all it took for Joyce to spring into action. She grasped Ruth\u2019s head, tilted it back, and planted kisses along her neck, licking her way up to her chin before trailing back down. She cupped Ruth\u2019s breasts in her soft leather-gloved hands and caressed them vigorously\u2014to the sheer delight of Ruth, who stroked Joyce\u2019s head and begged her to keep going. Joyce slowly ran her hands down the length of Ruth\u2019s body, leaning down to lick her tattooed lover\u2019s ample breasts, and caressed her buttocks with great delicacy and tenderness. Ruth savored every caress and new sensation, letting herself be swept away by everything Joyce offered her.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, Joyce straightened up and took hold of Ruth\u2019s head, gripping her jaw between her thumb and index finger and squeezing gently. She whispered into her ear, “You like this, you little minx\u2014admit it!” Ruth said nothing but gave a slight nod of agreement. Joyce continued, “I knew you\u2019d let me do it, you tattooed little slut.” She kissed Ruth while still holding her face, then moved her other hand down toward Ruth\u2019s pussy. She began to caress her, then slid a finger inside. Ruth moaned and closed her eyes. She offered no resistance; she felt Joyce getting a little rougher, and it made her wet with desire. Joyce stroked Ruth\u2019s pussy with a bit more vigor, then pulled her hand away, saying, “You\u2019re already soaking wet, you little rascal!” She brought her wet hand close to Ruth\u2019s mouth and said in a soft but firm tone, “Come on, show me what a naughty little pleasure-seeker you are! Lick up your juices!” Ruth didn’t hesitate; she grabbed Joyce\u2019s hand with both hands and began licking the glove, which was soaked with her own pleasure. Then, she slid a finger into her mouth and sucked on it gently, letting out soft moans of pure delight. She let herself be overcome by the wave of heat spreading through her and surrendered completely\u2014no matter what might happen or what Joyce might do to her.<\/p>\n
Joyce felt a warm liquid flow between her thighs and felt incredibly good. She hadn’t experienced this in years, and seeing Ruth surrender to such divine pleasure aroused her intensely. She bent Ruth forward over the kitchen table, spread her legs, and delivered the first smack\u2014not too hard to start with. Ruth flinched slightly and let out a small, stifled sound; she felt her pussy grow soaking wet and quiver. Ruth said in a hushed voice, “Again.” Joyce smiled and delivered another smack with the same intensity. Ruth felt the sting of the slap and wanted more. “Again!” Joyce was aroused by the pleasure Ruth took in being spanked. She delivered a third smack, and Ruth let out a small cry of pure satisfaction. She loved the sensation of being spanked, and she was getting wetter by the moment. She said, “Again! And harder!” Joyce didn’t hesitate and dealt a smack that echoed through the room.<\/p>\n
Ruth lifted her backside, leaned further over the table, and said, “Again! I want it to sting!” She stuck a finger sideways into her mouth, bracing for the slap. It rang out even louder, and Ruth let out a stifled cry that betrayed the sheer pleasure she was feeling. Her pussy was dripping between her thighs; her butt cheek was burning, and she was loving every second of it. “Again! And don’t stop, you dirty little slut! Hit me! Hit me! Again!” \u00a0The harder Joyce struck her, the more Ruth reveled in a pleasure beyond measure\u2014one that reminded her of her earliest childhood and the joys that had turned her into a compulsive masturbatrix.<\/p>\n
Then Joyce leaned over Ruth\u2019s magnificent ass, spread her cheeks, and began licking her anus. Ruth was surprised but let it happen. She turned slightly, placed a hand on Joyce\u2019s head, and said, “Yes, lick my ass. It feels so good!” as she gave in to the sensation, letting out little cries of pure pleasure. Joyce loved watching her little blonde take such intense pleasure; it turned her on, and she reciprocated that arousal with vigorous strokes of her tongue.<\/p>\n
Then, Joyce lowered her tongue and began furiously devouring Ruth\u2019s pussy; Ruth let out a scream loud enough to wake the dead. “Ahhhhh, yesss! Lick me! Harder!” Ruth definitely liked it a lot rougher! Joyce straightened up, leaned forward slightly, and thrust two fingers into Ruth\u2019s pussy as she let out sounds of sheer ecstasy. She moved back and forth vigorously, while Ruth let out her climax in a loud, breathless cry. Joyce slid a finger into Ruth\u2019s anus, making her roar and shudder. “Holy shit, that\u2019s incredible! Keep going! Harder! Fuck me! I fucking love it!”<\/p>\n
Joyce kept up her little game for quite a while, savoring every cry of pleasure from her beloved. Then Ruth got back up and said, “Now it’s your turn, you little bitch!” Ruth was smiling, and she was sweating. Joyce took her hand and led her into the bedroom. Ruth didn’t wait a second; she pulled off Joyce\u2019s dress and pushed her down to the foot of the bed. She spread Joyce\u2019s legs and began eating her out while sliding two fingers inside her. Joyce let out a sigh and cupped Ruth\u2019s head in her hands, urging her to eat her even more furiously.<\/p>\n
Ruth was going at it harder and harder, relishing the taste of Joyce\u2019s juicy pussy. She licked hungrily while thrusting her fingers in as deep as possible, varying the speed of her movements. Joyce was in heaven; she pressed down even harder on Ruth\u2019s head, shouting, “Eat me harder, you little slut\u2014I know you love it and want more! Come on! Harder! Obey me!” Ruth loved being called dirty names\u2014it gave her even more conviction in what she was doing to Joyce\u2014and she loved being treated like a naughty little girl; it turned her on to the max!<\/p>\n
Joyce released her grip on Ruth\u2019s head and pinched her own nipples, letting out heavy sighs. Ruth took the opportunity to catch her breath, then went back at it with renewed vigor, attacking Joyce\u2019s pussy even more fiercely as it quivered and gushed freely. She slid a third finger into Joyce\u2019s pussy and one into her ass. Joyce arched her back and let out a plaintive cry, saying, “My God, you\u2019re good! It\u2019s like you\u2019ve been doing this your whole life!” Ruth stopped licking\u2014though she kept fucking Joyce\u2019s ass and pussy\u2014and said, “You know, I\u2019ve practiced on myself a lot! I\u2019m going to make you come, my beautiful blonde!” Then, she stopped her in-and-out motion, thrust two fingers deep into Joyce\u2019s vagina, and applied firm upward pressure, holding them there.<\/p>\n
Joyce propped herself up into a semi-seated position, eyes wide, and let out a massive, guttural roar like a raging demon. She screamed “Holy fuckin’ hell” at the top of her lungs just as a jet of incredible force spurted from her pussy. Ruth barely had time to lift her head to avoid getting it full in the face. Joyce, still reeling from what had just happened, looked at Ruth in astonishment and asked, “But how did you manage to do that? Never in my life have I climaxed with such intensity!”<\/p>\n
Ruth kissed Joyce and burst into hearty laughter. “That\u2019s my little secret, my dear! But I\u2019d be happy to teach you, if you like! Did you really think I\u2019d never experimented on myself before meeting you? You know, masturbation and I have been great friends since I was five or six! We tried out all sorts of things in secret\u2014in our bedroom and in our hideout!” And she began to laugh even harder.<\/p>\n
Joyce started laughing too; she shifted back in the bed to lie down and patted the mattress, signaling Ruth to join her. “Come, my dear\u2014come close, share this moment with me, and let’s have a chat.” Ruth climbed into bed and settled beside Joyce, caressing her leg, then her arm and cheek. They kissed tenderly, and Joyce broke the brief silence. She said, “Our wonderful gloves are pretty soiled, aren’t they? We ought to take them off!” Ruth replied with a laugh, “No, let’s keep them on! And don’t worry, I have a foolproof way to clean them.” She took Joyce’s hand and inhaled the sweet scent of the leather and the fluids emanating from it, saying, “I love that distinctive smell\u2014it gives me shivers!” Joyce took Ruth’s hand and did the same, saying, “Isn’t it a wonderful scent of pure delight?” And they both burst into hearty laughter.<\/p>\n
Then Joyce broached the subject of spanking. “I had no idea you\u2019d enjoy getting spanked so much! The first time was just to see how you\u2019d react, and you came back for more! What\u2019s more, you wanted it harder and harder, and you were getting such a thrill out of it, you little minx! Admit it\u2014that wasn’t your first time!” Ruth blushed and smiled. Her eyes sparkled as she said, “It was simply divine! It reminded me of my youth, when I was just a little girl.” Joyce gave her a curious look and said, “What? How so? Tell me\u2014you\u2019ve piqued my curiosity!” Ruth laughed, hiding her face behind a pillow, and said to Joyce, “Promise me you won’t laugh!” Then she began to tell an astonishing story from her youth.<\/p>\n
She thought for a moment, then launched into a delightful story. “When I was little, I had a nasty temper; I was adventurous and, above all, a real handful. I was constantly getting into trouble, and my mother would punish me.” She started to laugh and continued, “I got spanked very often, and I never once flinched. That made my mother so furious that she would hit harder and harder, eventually sending me off to my room.” She paused, as if reminiscing about the past, then went on: “What my mother didn’t know was that spanking gave me strange sensations that I absolutely loved, and the harder she hit me, the more I enjoyed the sensations. So, to punish me even more, she would send me to my room for several hours. For me, it wasn’t a punishment; it was actually a gift! I would lock my door, take out my little white Sunday gloves, and caress myself all over!” She buried her face in the pillow again, laughing even harder, and added \u201cWhen I confessed to you earlier that I\u2019d started masturbating at a very young age\u2014well, it all started with spanking! I used to get wet with desire before I\u2019d even had my first period; by the time I was six, I was already caressing my little clitoris and sliding my fingers into my little pussy! And that\u2019s how masturbation became my best friend!\u201d<\/p>\n
Joyce was stunned but filled with admiration. She replied, “You little dirty girl! So, you\u2019re a glove lover too, just like me?” Ruth smiled and answered, “Actually, yes\u2014though for some reason, I\u2019d let that side of my life go when I started dating William at sixteen. I took up sewing, specializing in glove-making. Strangely enough, making gloves didn’t give me any thrill\u2014it was as if my love for the pleasure of wearing them had been buried deep inside me… until two days ago, when I held your hand and felt those amazing nylon gloves. I was hit by a wave of heat, just like when I was younger; all my memories came flooding back at once\u2014including my deep passion for gloves and the pleasure they used to give me.”<\/p>\n
Joyce looked at Ruth in silence for a few seconds, then smiled and said, “So, I was the spark that finally brought back your passion for gloves!” Ruth smiled, took a lock of Joyce\u2019s hair between her fingers, and replied tenderly, “You\u2019ve been the spark for so many things, my beautiful curly-haired blonde! And by the way, I love it when you talk dirty to me\u2014it turns me on! But tell me, do you happen to have a dominant streak?” She smiled as she saw Joyce blush and continued, “I love being your submissive\u2014your naughty little girl who deserves a spanking!” They laughed heartily, letting the innuendo hang in the air, hinting at future steamy encounters.<\/p>\n
As she got dressed, Ruth said to Joyce, “I\u2019m going to have some big decisions to make in the coming weeks.” Joyce replied, “Oh really? What kind of decisions?” Ruth gave her a comically exasperated look and continued, “Well, obviously\u2014my divorce! I have to figure out a way to handle it without losing the house or dealing with a huge headache.” Joyce looked troubled, so Ruth went on, “What? Don’t you want me? I want *you*, and to make that happen, I need to get a divorce. It\u2019s not like I love him or my life depends on him; I earn more than he does with my sewing anyway!”<\/p>\n
Tears of joy streamed down Joyce\u2019s cheeks as she sniffled and asked, “Do you really want to get a divorce just to be with me?” Ruth sighed, smiled, cupped Joyce\u2019s face in her hands, and kissed her. She said wryly, “Pfft, you\u2019re supposed to be the Dominatrix, yet here I am, the tough one!” She burst out laughing and added, “You\u2019re the one who holds my heart, Mistress! If you\u2019ll have me, that is!” Joyce smiled and, wiping her cheeks, replied, “Of course I want you, you dirty little tattooed pervert!”<\/p>\n
Ruth returned home, rather tired but extremely happy. She would have to mull things over and find a way to get rid of William. Even though he had always been kind to her and most likely loved her, she, for her part, didn’t feel much for him; she still treated him like the teenage boyfriend she had married for purely social reasons. No. She couldn’t stay with him if she wanted to truly flourish. So, a solution was needed\u2014but what would it be?<\/p>\n
She was deep in thought when the front doorbell rang. Was it Joyce? She got up and went to open the door. It was the police. One of them removed his cap and asked, “Madam, are you William Brown’s wife?” Everything went black within seconds, and when she came to, the officer explained the accident\u2014the plunge into the ravine and the car explosion that had left the occupant no chance of survival.<\/p>\n
Ruth was strong and shed no tears. After thanking the police officers, she picked up the phone and called Joyce. “Joyce, it’s me. It\u2019s not a divorce I have to deal with, but a funeral. William died in a car accident this morning.” She hung up, sat down on a kitchen chair, and began to tremble. The coming weeks would be difficult, but she was strong and knew she could count on Joyce. A new life had just begun.<\/p>\n
To be continued\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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