MY FIRST PAIR OF LEATHER TROUSERS[center]
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Well after becoming addicted to wearing my leather biker jacket just about everywhere. I even slept in it a few times! I realized that I wanted the whole head-to-toe in a leather look. I realized that it was one thing walking around in a leather jacket, which in the colder months practically everyone did. It was no big deal. But once you added the leather trousers, then you were in either biker territory or obviously a sex worker!
My First Encounter: Seeing A Glamorous Lady In Leather TrousersMy first proper sighting of someone wearing leather trousers in real life happened in all places, on a London bus. Back when I My first proper sighting of someone wearing leather trousers in real life happened in all places, on a London bus. Back when I was about 18.
Fur And LeathersI remember traveling home on a crowded bus one evening in November. It was cold and miserable (as most Novembers are in London lol). Suddenly on got this tall glamorous woman with golden blonde hair, somewhere in her late fifties, I would guess and she was wearing long a fur coat. Looking completely out of place on an old dirty London bus. As she fumbled with her purse to give the driver money for her ticket it became clear she was more than a little tipsy. She swayed and slurred, trying to explain to the driver that she had lost her way and needed to get home. “This ain’t no bloody taxi service madame,” said the cockney driver. “you need to get off at Fulham Road love”. He helpfully said as he picked out the correct money she was holding in her leather-gloved hand. He gave her a ticket and she moved down the bus towards the empty seat next to me. I could see that underneath her fur coat, she was wearing the most gorgeous-looking, butter-soft, black leather trousers. She looked amazing and I felt a flush as she plonked her bottom, rather loudly, down next to me.
“Ssssorry luv” she slurred. “Ive been trying to get home and couldn’t find my way as I've had a few drinks this afternoon and I can't possibly drive.”.
With the crammed seating there was no way she couldn’t help but have her leather leg touch mine. I did sneak a little touch with my finger. The state she was in, she wasn’t going to feel anything. She stank of booze and started to nod off as drunks do. She clearly wasn’t going to get off at the right stop. I kept an eye out for the stop the driver said. Hoping we wouldn’t get there too soon.
Get Off My Bus!As she drifted off with the movement of the bus. Her head Swaying from side to side, I could look more closely at her now. She was definitely not the kind you normally saw on a London bus. She had lots of gold jewelry on her wrists, ears, and neck. Her leather gloves were black leather, exactly the same as her leather trousers. But they weren’t short wrist-length ones as everyone else was wearing. No these were long, much longer as they disappeared up the arm of her coat. Probably elbow length I suspected.
“Here we are Queen Sheba, your stop, your majesty” the bus driver grinned. She didn’t move as she was in a drunken slumber. I nudged her several times. making full use of the opportunity to touch her luxurious leather trousers. This did the trick as she awoke.
“Isss thisss Me?” she slurred. “Yes it is” the driver shouted. ”Now are you getting off or sleeping it off haha” The rest of the bus seemed to join in with his laughter. She pulled herself up and staggered to the bus exit. She very gingerly stepped off, desperately trying not to stumble. I could see her peering confusedly at the street ahead trying to work out how to get home I presume.
I thought that I should have got off with her and helped. But I didn’t. A decision I still regret to this day. We might have struck up a friendship. She might have invited me into her house, and shown me her fabulous wardrobe full of leather clothes. Maybe even rewarded me with a pair of her leather trousers! But no, as the bus pulled away I took a last glance back at her. Her leather trousers looked amazing, even though she was as drunk as a monkey and god knows how that happened (it was only about 6.00 pm) I never knew.
My Mind Made UpEven though I took that bus journey every weekday for about 2 years I never saw her again. But I often saw her in those leather trousers in my dreams! And it certainly made my mind up for me. I was definitely getting myself a pair of leather trousers just like hers.
To Be Continued....
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