A Nice Way to Spend a Cold Morning

A Nice Way To Spend A Cold Morning.

-- G Man

They ran into each other at the front door. He was just on his way out and Cheyenne was on her way in.

“Greetings,” he said with a smile, pulling his coat on. He stopped long enough to give Cheyenne a friendly kiss.

“Gabrielle up yet?” Cheyenne asked.

“She's still in bed.”

“She remembers what we were supposed to do today, doesn't she?”

“ I think so, but she wouldn't get up.” He fished his car keys out of his coat pocket and headed out the door as Cheyenne went inside. “Maybe you'll have better luck with her. I gotta go. There's coffee in the kitchen. It's fresh. You two have fun.” Cheyenne watched him walk out to his car, his breath visible in the autumn morning air. She closed the door and hung her leather coat in the hall closet.

Cheyenne was a tall, willowy woman with a lithe body and long blond hair. A pair of tight blue jeans hugged her hips and her narrow waist. Her breasts pushed out her top, accentuated by the shirt being tucked in the jeans, drawing the material tight over her front.

As she was closing the door to the closet, she noticed a pair of plastic garment bags like those you would get from the dry-cleaners hanging to one side. The tag from the cleaners was still pinned to the hangar. On it was written “Clean and prep – two leather ‘garments'”. “Garments” was a weird way to refer to it. Usually they would just write “coat” or “jacket” or whatever. Cheyenne closed the door and went deeper into the house. The air seemed a little on the cool side, as if the heat had been turned down. Not freezing cold, but certainly chilly enough to keep you in bed under the covers.

“Gabrielle?” There was no answer. Cheyenne headed toward the bedroom. “Gabrielle?”

The door to the bedroom was cracked slightly and Cheyenne peeked in to see a figure underneath the snow-white down comforter, covered completely. Gabrielle's strawberry blond hair poked out over the top on a hill of pillows. “Gabrielle?” There was a whimper from the bed and a slight shifting under the sheets. Cheyenne poked her head through the door. “You gonna get up?” There was another mute protest, a little more adamant this time. “Whatever.” Cheyenne went back out and headed toward the kitchen. That coffee he mentioned sounded good and she would probably need to get Gabrielle started anyway. The house sure did seem chilly. Cheyenne looked at the thermostat on the way and noticed that it read 67 degrees. She thought about turning it up, but she was only a guest here and the control panel on it looked daunting enough for a MIT grad.

Cheyenne fixed two cups of coffee and started to walk back toward the bedroom. The chill of the house was starting to cause her to get goosebumps. She thought of that bed that her friend was now in.

The bed was king sized and just the right mix of firm and soft. It had the fluffiest comforter that she had ever seen and on occasion in the winter, it had a wonderful fitted sheet made out of sheepskin. The pillows were all goose down, including the “body” pillows. It was soft, warm, and cozy. Cheyenne had spent a night or two in that bed with the current occupant and remembered how luxurious it was. She couldn't blame Gabrielle, especially with the house so cool. Maybe Gabrielle had the right idea.

“Got you some coffee,” Cheyenne said, re-entering the bedroom and coming over to the bed. Gabrielle sank down deeper into the covers.

“No, thanks.” The folds of down muted her reply. Cheyenne looked at the mound of womanly curves as she stood at the side of the bed. Gabrielle was on the far side, facing away from her. All that she could see was the hair. Fuck it.

Cheyenne put down the coffee on the vanity and took off her clothes. Gabrielle felt her sliding in with her, a smile on her face.

“Gabrielle…” Cheyenne said seductively as she reached for her lover. “Gabrielle…wha…what the fuck?” Cheyenne 's hands had expected to touch Gabrielle's soft skin and instead seemed to be touching a strange mix of leather and cold steel. With some effort, Gabrielle rolled over and met Cheyenne face to face. Gabrielle pushed her body against Cheyenne . Cheyenne probed under the covers, perplexed by what she was discovering.

“I may not be able to join you today,” Gabrielle said apologetically. Cheyenne propped herself up on her right arm and flung the covers down with her left. She let out a small gasp. Gabrielle's splendid body was encased in a super skintight wrap of black leather. From the neck down, not a sliver of skin was visible, held prisoner in a diabolical combination of what seemed to be a straight jacket and tight leg sheath. Gabrielle smiled and blushed as Cheyenne moved back to take it all in.

Gabrielle's arms were wrapped around her in long, finger-less sleeves that disappeared behind her, framing her bulging breasts and held in place by tight straps on both upper arms and one strap in front across her middle. The straps appeared to be of a cut length with no room for adjustment. A silver two-piece buckle that had a keyhole in its center joined each strap. Obviously a key would be required to undo them. Cheyenne 's eyes wandered down the black form, noticing how Gabrielle's legs had been forced together into a single column of black leather, bound tightly. The jacket was tucked into the leg sheath and the two were joined by smaller versions of the buckle-locks that bound her arms. With a slight hesitation, Cheyenne reached her hand out and felt Gabrielle's arm. The leather was as tight as a drum against the skin. Her hand moved down and felt Gabrielle's breast, feeling the firm nipple and piercing. The exploration continued down, squeezing Gabrielle's tightly wrapped ass and tracing down her legs. Cheyenne pulled the covers all the way off to reveal the single high heel boot that imprisoned both feet and had yet another buckle-lock to prevent removal. Cheyenne rolled Gabrielle onto her stomach and examined the back. The sheath and the straight jacket had large silver zippers up their center and buckle-locks to prevent any effort to remove the suit. Cheyenne 's initial shock was slowly turning into lust as she continued to feel Gabrielle up through her leather bondage. Gabrielle moaned and sighed quietly as she could just feel Cheyenne 's hand through the tight material.

“Have you been in this all night?” Cheyenne asked, rolling Gabrielle onto her back.

“No. He put me in it before you got here. I wanted to surprise you.”

“How long does this thing take to get on?”

“About half an hour or so.” Cheyenne had lain back down alongside the left side of Gabrielle's mummified body, pushing herself closer and feeling the tight leather against her own skin. Cheyenne propped her head on her hand and used the other to caress Gabrielle, paying wonderful attention to her breasts. Gabrielle felt Cheyenne hook her left leg over her bound thighs and slowly push her groin against her leather. Cheyenne ran her fingers gently down the side of Gabrielle's face; Gabrielle's eyes closed in the delight of it all.

“I have never seen you look so beautiful,” Cheyenne said softly into her ear. Gabrielle was slipping into her own world of the leather's tight embrace and Cheyenne 's wonderful touch. She felt Cheyenne kiss her on the neck, just above the jacket's collar. Gabrielle turned her face slightly and then felt Cheyenne 's tongue slowly trace around her lips. Gabrielle parted her lips and a slight moan escaped before she was gagged with Cheyenne 's tongue. Cheyenne wrapped her arms around Gabrielle and held her tight, her sex steaming against the outside of the leather suit. Gabrielle tried to resist but gave into Cheyenne 's amazing tongue and let her continue.

By now, Cheyenne had spread her long legs over and straddled Gabrielle near the waist so that their pussies were more or less aligned. Cheyenne ground herself into the leather sheath and Gabrielle could just feel it against her, the pressure pushing against the sinister crotch strap that was locked onto the bottom of the jacket so tight that it had to be tugged shut. Cheyenne 's breasts flattened against Gabrielle's, the sensation Gabrielle felt through the thin leather was fantastic. Cheyenne slowly sat up, drawing her long brown mane over Gabrielle's face. The tickle of each hair was exquisite, as was the sound of the hair running over the leather jacket. Whether or not she could feel it, Gabrielle reacted as if she felt the hair through the leather enclosing her chest. Gabrielle saw Cheyenne 's proud breasts above her and wanted to reach out and fondle them, but her arms refused to budge. Gabrielle began to squirm, setting Cheyenne off on a wild ride, causing Cheyenne to push her sex into the leather even more. Gabrielle dug in and lifted her hips against Cheyenne 's as Cheyenne 's crunched down on hers. Cheyenne 's passion mingled with the scent of the leather, causing Gabrielle to drip between her welded thighs. Cheyenne dropped down and wrapped her arms around Gabrielle, pulling her tighter toward her.

“I want you so bad,” Cheyenne hissed into Gabrielle's ear. “I want you so.” Gabrielle felt a tongue against her earlobe. “Where's the key?” Cheyenne was practically sawing Gabrielle in half with her hip motions.

“He has it,” Gabrielle whispered. Cheyenne stopped for a moment.

“What?”

“He has it,” Gabrielle repeated, lost in her world of leather and sex. “Don't stop.” Gabrielle continued thrusting her hips as she was coming near the edge.

“How do I get this off of you?” Cheyenne 's hands grabbed the strap over Gabrielle's folded arms and tugged hard.

“You can't get it off without the key.”

“I want you.” Cheyenne 's voice had a demanding huskiness to it. And she was not about to let the leather come between her and her prize. “I'll get a knife and cut it off.”

“You will not!” Gabrielle was becoming defensive. “This outfit cost a fortune. You ruin it and I will never talk to you again.” Gabrielle's hips had slowed down their motion. “I love this suit.”

“I love you,” Cheyenne said, “but I have to have you.” Cheyenne had renewed her pelvic motion, slipping on the leather in her own juices. She tightened her embrace. “You feel so good wrapped in there. I want to be in there with you. I want to be strapped to you. I want to be sealed to you. I want to be locked to you forever. Oh, God.” After more moaning and snaking of her tongue, Cheyenne exploded in ecstasy and collapsed on top of her bound lover. Gabrielle could feel her panting, her own arousal sparked but far from complete. That was the maddening wonderfulness of the suit. Such sensations and nowhere to go with them.

“Well…look at you two,” he said, leaning in the doorway. Both girls looked at him, his arms folded. “Suppose you want this.” He held up the key to the suit with the key chain remote. His thumb was very near the red button.

“Oh, God,” Gabrielle said, knowing what was coming next. His thumb pressed lightly on the button and the “buzzers” inside the suit over the nipples and nether regions vibrated for a moment. Cheyenne could feel the “buzzers” and the shiver that they sent through Gabrielle. He teased the button again, and Cheyenne was raised up on Gabrielle's powerful single-leg, pushing for the ceiling. Gabrielle bit her lip and closed her eyes, willing back the torment of pleasurable pain. He pressed the button a third time and held it down. Cheyenne became instantly excited at the reaction of her lover to the mischievous little devices sewn into the suit. Cheyenne sadistically held Gabrielle down by laying on top of her chest to chest, keeping her from thrashing around to minimize the effect, her own nipples feeling the buzz through the leather and enjoying the sensation. Like a boiling cauldron, Gabrielle began to shiver and quake until she finally gave in to the pleasure and crested the hill of her lust, sliding happily down the other side. He knew she was done and stopped the “buzzers.” Too much could get uncomfortable.

Half an hour later, Cheyenne sat in a chair on the other side of the bedroom, her torso and arms locked efficiently in her own black leather straight jacket, the crotch strap pulled tightly through her legs. He didn't have the leg sheath complete yet, so her legs were in tight leather pants with laces up the back to pull them closed. Her feet were locked into a pair of high heel boots. To keep her in the chair, a set of straps held her down, with straps securing her ankles to the legs of the chair. She was watching with rapt attention as he began to free Gabrielle. Being wrapped in leather, Cheyenne now understood Gabrielle's desire not to cut that diabolically wonderful suit.

First off was the boot, exposing her sensitive feet. He ran his finger firmly from heel to toe and caused her foot to curl. She giggled slightly. He blew on the arches of her feet, tickling her with his breath. It was delicious to feel and watch. He then rolled her onto her stomach on the bed. He undid the buckle-locks on the sheath and she could feel the tension relieving itself from the leather. The zipper was pulled down, exposing the laces underneath. Then with careful concentration, he picked up a pair of sharp surgical scissors and began to cut the lacing from the top down. It was a lot easier to get new laces than to have to try to save the old ones, plus the sensation for Gabrielle was better. The cutting of the laces split open the seam of the sheath and her legs separated. The cool air hit her sweaty skin, causing it to tingle. He spread the sheath out and massaged her legs, working out the kinks from their bondage. He then tickled her again, this time on the back of the knee, causing her to lift her legs and wiggle.

Snap. The excruciating pleasure of the tight crotch strap disappeared as the lock was undone. A cold blast of air hit her soft spot, and he helped by blowing a jet of air with his mouth at it. It felt good, but almost made her need to pee.

Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. The buckles were unlocked and she felt her body begin to expand after being relieved of the pressure of the leather. He undid the buckle that held her arms behind her back and undid the zipper. The laces were cut in the same manner as the sheath. As the tightness subsided, her lungs drank in the air and her chest expanded most delightfully after its tight constriction. He rolled her on her back and undid the straps around the arms. He grabbed the ends of both sleeves and the jacket was pulled off in one sweeping motion.

Her body felt the cold of the room and her skin glistened with sweat. She stretched and massaged her limbs and he began patting her down with a soft towel. All the while he was doing this, he would blow gently on her, sometimes a cool jet of air, and sometimes a hot blast. He stood on the side of the bed and picked up her limp body in his arms. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her face cuddled into his chest, wanting to stay close to him.

“ Bath time,” he announced. He stopped and turned to Cheyenne . The two of them looked at the prisoner in the chair; both with a mischievous look in their eyes. Cheyenne was slightly apprehensive and very turned on by it. “We'll both have fun with you later.”