Re: Leather gloves experiences
Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2019 9:57 pm
My teacher was always very well dressed, I mean sophisticated mid 1980's fashion. She was middle aged but took very good care of herself. Always wearing coordinated outfits and always fine to do. I was smitten the first day of school when she walked in wearing pointy black leather boots, hearing her heels clicking as she taught us from the front of the class. Having a leather fetish and sneaking and fondling my mother's leather gloves, I was completely fixated on my new teacher's sexy leather boots. She must've owned about 20 different pairs of leather dress boots and pointed toe heels, never wore sneakers or flats once the whole school year.
Well about 3 months into the school year with winter approaching she comes into class wearing a long draping style black leather coat with gold accents. I'd never seen leather that looked that supple or shiny before. Must've cost a fortune. As she walked past me towards her desk the smell of her fine leather and perfume struck me like nothing I had experienced before. I was so focused on her luxurious coat that only at the last second as she walked past did I notice she was also wearing some sexy leather gloves. I was already enntranced before seeing those gloves omg.
I could do nothing but watch as she arrived at her desk only a few feet away from my seat, brought her hand up to her front and carefully pulled off her gloves, gently tugging the tips of each finger one at a time. Well if that wasn't enough for me to lose
it already, as she slid the glove off her hand from under the sleeve of her coat, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was expecting a standard wrist length glove but instead the glove just kept getting longer as she pulled it off. Her gloves were like nothing I'd ever seen at that age. They were 6 button length leather gloves with dark fur cuff and fur lining.
She placed those beautiful gloves not in her coat nor in her purse, but directly on her desk. To this day, I can't assume she was a leather fetishist but she was certainly very proud of her high end designer attire, and clearly just by the way she so carefully removed those luxurious leather gloves. I believe she kept them on her desk so she could personally admire them throughout the day. Which is exactly what I did. She was unknowingly taunting me with them and I was very grateful for it.
In the weeks leading up to Christmas Vacation, I noticed her wearing several different pairs of leather gloves, brown, red, dark green. She always chose ones to coordinate her outfit but none quite as nice as that first pair she wore.
It was on the last day of school before Christmas break and the teacher had us all in small groups crafting Christmas cards and Kris Kringle stuff. It was a free for all afternoon without any lessons. And there they were, those beautiful gloves, on her desk. With the entire class distracted, this would be my opportunity. Having stared at them all morning, dreaming about holding them, how supple they would feel and how intoxicating the scent would be, my determination was at it's highest point.
As the end of the school day approached, I knew I was running out of time. With about 10 or 15 mins before the bell rang, I began to accept that I may not be able to safely sneak those gloves unnoticed since my teacher was at her desk tidying up her papers and organizing all the Christmas cards the students had given her. I decided at the very least, I would go strike up a conversation with her about what toys I was hoping to get, just so I could get a better look at those horny leather gloves on her desk.
Then suddenly, a large commotion from the other end of the classroom. One of the students broke a glass ornament or something and there was broken glass all over the floor. I looked over and my teacher was bent down carefully picking up the broken glass and just as kids do, each student rushed over and gathered around her to witness for themselves the shattered ornament. Without hesitation, I swiftly took one of the gloves from her desk, turned to face the wall behind me and stuffed it down the front of my pants. My bold and sinister maneuver was perfectly executed in about 2 seconds flat. As I turned back around, I anticipated that one of the 30 potential witnesses in the room must have seen what I did. But to my relief, everyone was still focused on the broken ornament explaining to the teacher how it happened. I quickly joined the group and acted like I was there the whole time and just then, the bell rang. With my teacher still preoccupied with the broken glass, we all wished her a happy holiday and headed for our lockers.
I was euphoric. I couldn't even hear my classmates talking to me on the school bus home. My mind was racing and my body was shaking with anticipation and excitement. At the very least, I had in my possession, one of my teacher's incredibly fancy leather gloves.
When arrived home, I dropped my bag and coat and immediately went to the bathroom downstairs and locked the door. I took the glove and slowly unfolded it and held it with both hands. I still couldn't believe that leather gloves like this actually existed. I began to question the purpose for a leather glove to go halfway up the forearm.
I admired the beauty of the smoothest, glossiest leather I'd ever seen but I was getting nervous with my mother upstairs. I still had to get this large glove safely to my bedroom unnoticed. I hid the glove and checked to make sure it wasn't obvious. After a bit of small talk with my mother in the kitchen, I went to my room and stashed it in a safe place.
When class resumed after the Christmas break, my teacher addressed the entire class about her very expensive leather glove that went missing that day before break. She was really hoping that someone had found it or had seen it somewhere. I felt bad as she was visibly sad about it. She was quite fond of those beautiful gloves. I don't think she even considered that it was stolen. And quite possibly because I had only take one of them.
Well about 3 months into the school year with winter approaching she comes into class wearing a long draping style black leather coat with gold accents. I'd never seen leather that looked that supple or shiny before. Must've cost a fortune. As she walked past me towards her desk the smell of her fine leather and perfume struck me like nothing I had experienced before. I was so focused on her luxurious coat that only at the last second as she walked past did I notice she was also wearing some sexy leather gloves. I was already enntranced before seeing those gloves omg.
I could do nothing but watch as she arrived at her desk only a few feet away from my seat, brought her hand up to her front and carefully pulled off her gloves, gently tugging the tips of each finger one at a time. Well if that wasn't enough for me to lose
it already, as she slid the glove off her hand from under the sleeve of her coat, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was expecting a standard wrist length glove but instead the glove just kept getting longer as she pulled it off. Her gloves were like nothing I'd ever seen at that age. They were 6 button length leather gloves with dark fur cuff and fur lining.
She placed those beautiful gloves not in her coat nor in her purse, but directly on her desk. To this day, I can't assume she was a leather fetishist but she was certainly very proud of her high end designer attire, and clearly just by the way she so carefully removed those luxurious leather gloves. I believe she kept them on her desk so she could personally admire them throughout the day. Which is exactly what I did. She was unknowingly taunting me with them and I was very grateful for it.
In the weeks leading up to Christmas Vacation, I noticed her wearing several different pairs of leather gloves, brown, red, dark green. She always chose ones to coordinate her outfit but none quite as nice as that first pair she wore.
It was on the last day of school before Christmas break and the teacher had us all in small groups crafting Christmas cards and Kris Kringle stuff. It was a free for all afternoon without any lessons. And there they were, those beautiful gloves, on her desk. With the entire class distracted, this would be my opportunity. Having stared at them all morning, dreaming about holding them, how supple they would feel and how intoxicating the scent would be, my determination was at it's highest point.
As the end of the school day approached, I knew I was running out of time. With about 10 or 15 mins before the bell rang, I began to accept that I may not be able to safely sneak those gloves unnoticed since my teacher was at her desk tidying up her papers and organizing all the Christmas cards the students had given her. I decided at the very least, I would go strike up a conversation with her about what toys I was hoping to get, just so I could get a better look at those horny leather gloves on her desk.
Then suddenly, a large commotion from the other end of the classroom. One of the students broke a glass ornament or something and there was broken glass all over the floor. I looked over and my teacher was bent down carefully picking up the broken glass and just as kids do, each student rushed over and gathered around her to witness for themselves the shattered ornament. Without hesitation, I swiftly took one of the gloves from her desk, turned to face the wall behind me and stuffed it down the front of my pants. My bold and sinister maneuver was perfectly executed in about 2 seconds flat. As I turned back around, I anticipated that one of the 30 potential witnesses in the room must have seen what I did. But to my relief, everyone was still focused on the broken ornament explaining to the teacher how it happened. I quickly joined the group and acted like I was there the whole time and just then, the bell rang. With my teacher still preoccupied with the broken glass, we all wished her a happy holiday and headed for our lockers.
I was euphoric. I couldn't even hear my classmates talking to me on the school bus home. My mind was racing and my body was shaking with anticipation and excitement. At the very least, I had in my possession, one of my teacher's incredibly fancy leather gloves.
When arrived home, I dropped my bag and coat and immediately went to the bathroom downstairs and locked the door. I took the glove and slowly unfolded it and held it with both hands. I still couldn't believe that leather gloves like this actually existed. I began to question the purpose for a leather glove to go halfway up the forearm.
I admired the beauty of the smoothest, glossiest leather I'd ever seen but I was getting nervous with my mother upstairs. I still had to get this large glove safely to my bedroom unnoticed. I hid the glove and checked to make sure it wasn't obvious. After a bit of small talk with my mother in the kitchen, I went to my room and stashed it in a safe place.
When class resumed after the Christmas break, my teacher addressed the entire class about her very expensive leather glove that went missing that day before break. She was really hoping that someone had found it or had seen it somewhere. I felt bad as she was visibly sad about it. She was quite fond of those beautiful gloves. I don't think she even considered that it was stolen. And quite possibly because I had only take one of them.