Sitting at the bar I was pondering the day. I had arrived early this morning in Europe, connecting to Prague. From the airport straight to the customer and at 4pm I called it the day, just too tired. Our local service rep dropped me off at the hotel and I took a 2 hour nap, then a shower and then I felt hungry. I have traveled quite a bit although they don't let me out so often anymore, and eating light the first day will help the body adjust easier to the time difference. So I sat at the bar and was just going through the menu when someone tapped my shoulder and said something in what I assumed was Czech language.

I turned around and said, Excuse me, looking at a gorgeous woman, while I felt my mouth drop open. A beautiful face framed by red cascading hair, green eyes and red lipstick. Her skin smooth, no freckles that you see so often on redheads. What really shocked me though was the dress she was wearing, a figure hugging black leather dress, showing off some nice cleavage. I had just about enough strength to not look down at her legs, as drool might drip from my mouth. You see, one of the reasons I love to come to Europe is that the women know how to dress so much better as back home in the Midwest. And having a secret fetish for leather clad women can be easier satisfied here. But right on my first night here seeing this vision of beauty was totally unexpected.

I'm sorry, she says in a delicious accent, but is this seat taken? And she points at the bar stool right next to me. I regain control over my mouth again and say, if it were you can still have it, the other woman would understand. A pretty smart line, I figured, and she agrees, as she smiles, showing a beautiful set of white teeth. She then sits down next to me and says, do you mind if I join you? You seem lonely and I hate eating by myself. Of course, I say still not believing this woman would be by herself in the first place and then pick me as a companion. I was just checking out the menu and the desserts look good. Desserts? She asks, looking slightly disappointed, you had dinner already?

No, I say, laughing. I always check if they have creme brulee first, if not I may find a different place. You're kidding right, she says, I book this hotel just because of their creme brulee, they have the best in the city! For a moment we look at each other, dazed, and then we both start laughing. I thought I was the only one in the world with this addiction, I say. So was I, she answered.

Well, needless to say this broke the ice very quickly, and she asks if I want to move to a table. Fine, I say, and she shoots a sentence to the barkeeper, who stops what he's doing and literally runs to warn a waiter. In mere seconds the greeter of the restaurant is next to us, asking us to follow. I walk behind her and see her ass swinging while she walks, the soft leather swishing around her long legs, which end in killer heels, the only way I can describe them. She says two more words, he nods and takes us to a very private corner, waiting for her approval. She is the one nodding now and he pulls the chair back for her to sit. As soon as she sits I take my chair across from her and sit down. We get a menu and he leaves us. Wow, I say, you used some powerful words there. She smiles and says, they know me here and they know what I desire.

I stick my hand out to her and say, my name is Paul by the way, Paul Love. She shakes my hand and says, I'm Ciara. But it has a slight lisp, more like tsjiara. I repeat her name and she helps me pronouncing it a few times, until it sounds right. Really, she asks, Love? I nod my head, pretty used to that reaction. Like the basketball player? Now I look a bit stunned, you don't expect anyone here to know our players, but I nod my head. What is your middle name she asks, and I respond Alexander. Nice to meet you, Paul A. Love, and she giggles a bit, but I take it better from her than from some of the bullies who laughed at my name when I was a kid.

We order dinner and she orders a bottle of wine, which tastes delicious. We chat like we've known each other for years. I explain that I'm here for four nights, troubleshooting software problems at a local company. I'm the last resort, I explain, if I can't fix this, then no one can. She's fairly impressed, I think, always worried to be looked at as a nerd. She's here for the week, doing a photo shoot nearby. I'm having dinner with a model, I think, still not believing my luck. Then we both look at the ring on the finger of my left hand. 

I forgot, she says, a ring on your left hand in America means you're married? I nod, suddenly feeling a bit guilty. What would your wife think if she knew you're having dinner with a model? She trusts me, I say, she knows I won't cheat on her.

Really, she asks and I hear a slight tremble in her voice, and what is the American definition for cheating? I know a few countries where us chatting here would already be considered cheating. Not in the US, I say, you would have to perform intercourse. What, she says, you mean like a man fucking a woman? I cringe slightly, but then I remember that this word is more accepted and easier used than back home. I nod in agreement. So flirting is okay, she asks naughtily. I think so, I say, happy with this solution.

After that, flirting takes over, and boy, is she good at it. You like my dress, she asks. And I stumble, oh yeah, I have a huge leather fetish. I can't believe I said that, I think, that has always been my own private little secret. I see her lick her lips. Tell me about it, she says sexily, does your wife wear leather? I shake my head, where we live it's not very common to wear leather, other than a coat. Oh my, she reacts, then how do you satisfy that fetish? I go online sometimes and find some pictures, I confess softly. But it's not the same, right, she replies, looking at a picture of a woman in leather is not the same as feeling the material, smelling it, right? I nod, knowing she found my weak spot so easily. Touch my dress, she suddenly commands, still in a sweet voice, but clearly in control. I move my hand under the table and carefully feel the leather between my fingers. It feels butter soft, as I fantasized it would be. Not like that, she says, sit next to me, I want you to feel it on my legs, my skin, smell it, bury your nose in it.

I get up and move to sit on the chair next to her. I realize no one can see us in our private corner. I put my hand on her leg and feel how warm her skin is under it. I realize my dream is coming true and I move my face closer to her shoulder, picking up on her scent and the smell of the leather. Put your nose in it, she whispers and I do as she says. It's intoxicating and I grab her leg tighter while I breath her dress in. I secretly lick the leather and I hear her giggle. Then I feel her hand on my crotch and I realize I'm hard as a rock, something she clearly appreciates. She starts rubbing me while I rub her leather skin and we both enjoy the sensation.

At that moment our waiter appears, and he's not blinking an eye. Dessert? He asks. We let go off each other and both laugh, creme brulee please. Not surprised he says, very well, and disappears. After dessert, Ciara whispers in my ear, I want us to go to my room and see what we can do without cheating. I like the sound of that but at the same time worry if I can handle her sexy advances. Am I as strong as I need to be?

When dessert arrives I sit back at my own spot. I grab my spoon and look at the dish which has a perfect layer of caramelized sugar. As always I hesitate to break the surface but then my taste buds kick in and I push my spoon through the hard layer. The first bite is always the best and I close my eyes as I put the full spoon in my mouth. The taste is amazing! I can't remember ever tasting it so good. I crunch on the hard sugar, then slowly swallow the custard. When I open my eyes again I look straight into Ciara's who is smiling knowingly. Good, isn't it? And I nod, having a similar smile. Too soon the treat is devoured and we both look disappointed. Share another one, she asks, and I concur with that brilliant suggestion.

When the next dish is brought, she takes the spoon and goes in first, and she eats it so delicately, so sensual, I wonder if she's putting up a show, just for me. When I grab my own spoon, her hand covers mine and she shakes her head, then she hands me her spoon. I take it and take my own bite from the dish, then passing the spoon back. She digs in again, I hear her crack the sugar in her mouth, but when she hands me the spoon it still has all the custard on it, covered with some of her saliva. She looks at me expectantly and without giving it a second thought I lick the spoon clean and hand it back. This goes on, each time I'm getting a bit hornier when I suck up her saliva and then I feel the heel of her shoe pushing in my hard crotch, until the dish is finally done. She uses her finger and cleans out the last bit, then sucks it off in her mouth. She scoops out even more with the same finger and offers it to me. I suck it off eagerly, twisting my tongue around her finger, then sucking it in as deep as possible. She moans softly clearly appreciating my effort. Let's go upstairs, is all she can say...

On our way up my mind was racing, I'm going with another woman to her room, and not just a room, no the penthouse. I don't want to be unfaithful but she has so many things that I miss in my wife. Then I make my decision, I will enjoy this encounter, but not have sex, period. My wife will never find out, but I don't want to feel guilty about having sex with someone else. Ciara looks and me with a lovely smile and she whispers, don't worry, I won't get you in trouble, I love how you stay true to your wife. I smile thankfully, hope I deserve that, I think.

When we reach her room, I'm in awe. I make good money but the luxury I see is overwhelming. You must be a super model, I say, that you can afford this. Oh, she says, the studio is paying for it, they have connections. I see a sitting room, a kitchen, a full size bar, and doors to multiple bed rooms I suppose. There is a balcony and I glance at a bathroom with a small pool in it. As I'm taking it all in she sees my gaze and says, we can do the hot tub later if you want, it's very relaxing. I nod, feeling tired after my short sleep on the plane last night.

Listen, she says, I have to confess I'm extremely horny. Knowing that we have three more nights after this, I want us just to get some relief and then relax. Later this week we can do some more elaborate stuff. I swallow, this beautiful woman wants me for the whole week, and things will even get better. I nod, not wanting to act too eager, but my god, I want to eat her out so badly. She asks me, if I give you a blowjob, will you consider that an act of cheating? I shake my head, as I had made up my mind already, just no straight sex, I say, everything else is game. Okay, she smiles, why don't I go first, as you seem very ready, pointing at my hard on clearly sticking out inside my pants, then you can pleasure me. She starts opening my zipper while I kick off my shoes, then she pulls my pants down and I step out of them. She grabs my raging rod out of my underwear and sitting on her knees she kisses it, rubbing her fingers slowly back and forth on my length. Her nails are delicately red, matching her lips, now so closely to my love pole. Then her tongue comes out and she starts teasing me, my reaction also automatically thrusting forward towards her mouth. She opens up and just like that I'm in her and in heaven. My wife is not into oral sex, and only in college I may have had a blowjob once or twice. But I don't remember anything so sensual, the softness of her lips, the strong tongue, the warmth and wetness of her mouth. Slowly she starts sucking as if still enjoying our dessert and I feel myself grow in her mouth. She takes me in all the way, then she pulls me out and sucks me in again. I feel a vacuum in her mouth while she looks up at me, asking with her eyes if I like it. I smile back at her, then feel her hair, rubbing her softly to encourage her. I feel her fingers rubbing my balls, squeezing them oh so softly, but in my current state a moan escapes my throat. More and more she massages me both with her fingers and with her tongue. I realize now that with all the buildup over dinner I won't last long, and I plead her with my eyes.

Suddenly I feel a finger stroking me away from my balls towards my ass. The touch is so light and actually pleasant so I relax a bit. But then the finger starts slowly poking inside of me, nothing deep, just around the edge. I've never had a desire for anal sex and the thought repulses me a bit but this woman is a clear expert and I only sense pleasure. When she moves in slightly deeper I feel my own dick react, growing in her mouth. I know I have to rethink this later but for now I just go with it and enjoy the ride. More and more stimulation follows, she's still tickling my balls, fingering my hole and vacuuming my rod. And then I can't take it no more, I moan to warn her, but she starts milking me even harder, waiting for her reward. And my god, does she get it! I explode, sending a huge glob of cum into her mouth, but she keeps stimulating my balls and arse and I shoot another load and another and then finally I'm spend....

She starts pulling away her lips from my now softer dick, sucking any drop of semen with it and then with a soft plop it comes lose. With her one hand she stuffs it back in my underwear and she gets back on her feet. Then she kisses me deeply on the mouth, pushing her tongue in mine and I can feel the taste of my own semen entering my mouth. I know again I should have been repulsed but after sharing her saliva earlier I don't object. More and more of my own cum is pushed in my mouth, she must not have swallowed any of it. The taste is not as bad as I thought, it's more the structure of it that's weird. I can taste her own sweet saliva as well and for minutes our tongues intertwine rolling the cum back and forth between our mouths, slowly swallowing it away, while I stroke her butt through her dress, pulling her in me as tight as possible. I taste the gloss on her lips, smell the leather mixed with her perfume and I feel extremely content. Finally we pull away and all I can say is, Wow... She just smiles, happy with my reaction.

Without saying a word she hands me a bottle of water. I drink some, refreshing my mouth. I tasted my own cum, swallowed it even and stood here smiling, like nothing happened. What power has this woman over me?

I'm sorry for the kiss, she starts saying, when I blow a man I share also, not everyone can appreciate that, and only the ones who do get seconds and even more. Don't be sorry, I reply, I'm glad you didn't tell me, as I probably would have declined the whole thing. But now that I know... Hopefully we can do this a few more times this week. She giggles, but she knew already from my reaction during the kiss. We hug and kiss again and now I feel up the rest of her body, brushing her breasts through the leather. I hear her moan softly and I continue my ministrations, clearly heating her up. I guess it's my turn now, she whispers, would you mind helping me taking my dress off? Would you mind keeping it on, I answer, eating you out with my head under your leather skirt would really make one of my fantasies come true. She laughs at that and when I look into her eyes I realize I have passed another test. She is clearly as much aroused by her own clothing as I am by it. She sits down on the leather sofa, leaning back slightly and spread her legs, giving me access. The skirt is tight on her hips but then tapering out and I push it up a bit onto her hips, giving more room for her to spread out and allow my head under it.

I sit on my knees and pull the leather over my head, eager to return the pleasure to her. The smell of leather is overwhelming under here, just as I had hoped. With my hands I feel her legs, slowly caressing the inside towards her crotch. I hear her moan, a bit muffled, and continue. I use my tongue now, tickling her skin and feel her reaction, clearly an approval. For the past hour I have wondered if she was wearing any panties and now that I'm so close I see the outline of black leather, it's dark here, but I see the shine clearly. Then with my fingers I feel it and it confirms its leather indeed. I think I know this woman well enough by now to know her bra is leather as well, she goes all the way, period. In the tight space my fingers start pulling her panties down and I move up to smell and kiss her pussy, only to be met by a dick slowly moving outwards, now that it was freed from its tight confinement. I grunt in shock, feeling Ciara's hand rubbing my head through the leather. She's a guy? That's just not possible! Her dick is long and thin, but clearly growing harder from anticipation, closing in to my mouth. And then I make a life changing decision, this woman is so perfect, so gorgeous and I have a whole week with her to satisfy so many of my fetishes and desires, I just don't want to lose any of that. So what she doesn't have a pussy, one imperfection? Heck, I could not even cheat on my wife with her. 

And at that moment I open my mouth and suck her now hot rod in. It tastes as sweet as I expected her pussy would have been. A drop at the end is mixed quickly with my saliva and tastes quite well also. I feel her quiver now, clearly happy with my decision. For a moment I wonder how she has to deal with this issue every time she is with a man, but I have to concentrate at the task at hand, I owe it to her to satisfy her and I will do so the best I can. I'm at a bit of unknown territory here, but I do remember everything she did to me just minutes ago, and I will mimic that. I twirl my tongue around her shaft, sensing the hard veins that pump the blood through. I use my fingers to pull her out, then I suck it back in. Maintaining this pumping motion I now start feeling for her balls that must be there. When I touch them she reacts again. Not one hair is on them, as a matter of fact she is totally free of hair all around here. I start fondling them, as she had done to me, slowly massaging them. For a moment I let go of her dick, let it slip from my mouth and I suck on one of the balls, which has a clear leather taste. I roll it carefully in my mouth, feeling with my tongue the same internal plumbing as I know I have myself. A brief suck on the second ball and I suck her penis back in, that has grown considerably. 

Since I've gone all the way already now I run one of my fingers to her anal hole and start tickling her there. She spreads her legs a bit, leaning back more, allowing me easier access. And when I stick my finger in deeper I hear a loud moan now. I can't believe the power I have now over another human being, this super model, and I start pushing it in deeper and faster, while sucking tighter on her dick that gets harder and thicker in my mouth. Unexpectedly I feel my own member growing again as well as her arousement starts mine.

Her hands on the back of my head hold me tight now, and she starts bucking her hips. I know from my own experience that she's close now and I give a little squeeze in her balls that are hard now as well. I add a second finger in her hole now and push it in deep and at that moment she comes. I hear her scream and then she squirts into my mouth. I keep pumping her and another wave hits my throat. I taste the cum and it's sweeter than my own was, actually quite delicious, what I would have expected if she had squirted from her pussy. I try not to swallow as another gulp comes out but then it slowly subsides and I feel her getting softer. Her hands on the back of my head are now relaxing and I slowly let go of her member, trying to keep all the moist in my mouth. When I smell it after it's freed the mix with leather and sweat is intoxicating, the realization my fetish came true with some unexpected extra and suddenly I feel myself come again in my underwear. I pull away from under her skirt and then push myself up on her body until our mouths touch and I kiss her, now releasing her cum into her mouth. She eagerly laps it up and we share the same game as we did before, slowly swallowing it away until all is done. Then I finally pull away and she says, Wow! And I smile, I think I made her happy...