Hidden contraband

Sliding slowly to the floor, I remained there for a few minutes before, standing and washing the remaining cum off my hands and legs, finally stepping spent and satisfied out of the shower, I walked into the lounge wrapped in a towel, slumped full length onto the couch and within a few minutes fell into a deep satisfied sleep.

The sound of a police siren woke me from my slumbers and I lazily opened my eyes a tried to focus on the hands of the lounge clock, slowly they came into view and I saw that it was past three o'clock in the afternoon.

After spending over an hour unpacking and throwing my dirty washing in the machine I dressed in a pair of casual slacks and tee-shirt and went off to the local store to buy the necessities of life like milk, bread and a bottle of wine for my evening with Cheryl. As I walked home one more thought struck me and I turned on my heels and walked back to the Pharmacy where another necessity was purchased in the form of the euphemistically called family size pack of condoms.

At 6.30 that evening I again took a shower and feeling refreshed and full of life once more I ran the electric razor over my chin, before turning narcissistically to admire myself in the full length wall mirror, 24 years old, 6 feet tall and 160 lbs, I was in good shape, the muscles of my 44inch chest rippled, I was the proud owner of a well defined six pack that indicated the success of my regular work outs at the gym. 

Glancing further down and noticed that my smooth flaccid six-inch dark skinned member hung proudly in front of my equally smooth dark balls. When aroused, it grew to a magnificent eight and three quarter inches, and had been known to make women cry out in pleasure or pain. 

I walked from the bathroom and sat on the bed, the breeze softly blowing through the open window dispelling the heat of the summer day just gone, I had laid out the white leather jeans and waistcoat on the bed and caressed the soft supple leather which felt just as sensuous as a woman’s breast. The matching Cuban heeled boots lay on their side on the floor and as I picked them up to inspect them, the strong smell of leather wafted in the warm air, the very smell made me feel horny as I placed them back on the floor and walked across to the dressing table.

Splashing the expensive cologne all over my body, my thoughts drifted back to the attractive customs officer and what might be in store for me tonight, it was difficult to imagine her body type when I saw her in uniform at the airport, but, if my assumption was right, she was just my type, small breasts, a tiny waist, and long shapely legs.

I glanced at my watch, it was nearly 7.30 and time to dress and leave, slipping on a pair of white silk socks, I debated whether to wear my usual thong underwear or not, eventually deciding that it was not necessary as the leather jeans were tight enough to give me support. 

I stood and slid each of my long legs into the jeans, pulling them up over the smooth skin, then fastening the waistband after arranging my cock and balls comfortably, I zipped up the fly with my balls separated, one each side of the seam that ran from the bottom of the fly down and under my crotch. My god! I thought, as the leather, which was a soft as a glove, tightened around me, they really are an impeccable fit.

The jeans were tight across the arse and round the crotch, where they stuck to me like a second skin, the length was perfect for the boots and the slight flair at the bottom was just right for current fashion.

I stood before the mirror and was pleased to observe that, because of the soft leather any observer curious enough to look, could see I was well hung, and the jeans defined outline of my cock and balls. I slipped on the waistcoat and pressed several of the lower the studs closed, thinking again how the colour enhanced my Mediterranean looks and tanned skin.

Standing brushing my hair, I felt like a million dollars, and thrusting a number of condoms into my waistcoat pocket I swept up my keys and the bottle of wine from the hall table and left for Cheryl’s address.

As I reversed the car out of the parking space, I thought about the plastic bag full of bondage items, and decided to go back and collect them from the flat throwing it in the back seat on my return. It was a pleasant summer evening and the roads were congested with local traffic as I slowly crawled towards my destination but having gotten lost in the maze of back streets, I finally arrived and knocked on the door at 8.45 p.m.

After a short wait, Cheryl opened the door looking absolutely fabulous wearing thigh length PVC boots and the smallest and shortest, black PVC skirt with matching crop top; her slim figure and long legs were accentuated by the outfit and it had an immediate effect on me as I felt movements in my groin.

"Hi, glad you could make it, the others have been here for over an hour" She purred, "And I see you wore the leather, you look great."

"You're no slouch yourself" I replied, as she showed me down the hall and opened the door into a lounge.

"Wait till you meet the others, if you think I look good" She said as I entered the room.

My eyes took a few seconds to become adjusted to the low light in the room, but as they did so, I focussed on two long couches at right angles to each other in the far corner. On one was a young blond in her early twenties wearing a similar outfit to Cheryl's, the only difference being that, she was laying full length on her back, her legs wide apart and the skirt was hiked up to her waist line; between her open thighs was the head of another girl, who was obviously doing some serious work on the others cunt.

I coughed slightly, and adverting my eyes, I glanced at the other couch only to be greeted by a dark-haired girl on all fours and wearing only thigh length boots, being seriously fucked doggy style, by a well-built guy in his late twenties. 

" Those two there are Susie and Mai" she said pointing to the girl on girl action, " Susie’s on the bottom and that's Wendy over there, she brought a surprise with her, I think his name is Paul"

On hearing his name the guy who had been pumping Wendy furiously pulled his cock partway out and turned with a cheery smile. 

"Hi" he said, slightly breathlessly waiving a hand in my direction.

"Would you like something to drink?" Wendy continued.

"Yes, what have you got?"

"Practically anything providing it's white wine"

I laughed and accepted the glass of sweet white wine she offered me, whilst listening to the moans and cries coming from the two girls being serviced by their respective partners behind me.

"Are you shy, a prude or strictly one on one?" Cheryl suddenly asked.

"No! Why?"

"I just noticed that you're not looking at Wendy, Paul, Susie or Mai" 

"No, I wasn't sure they would appreciate me staring" I said turning round to watch the action.

"Oh they like an audience, incidentally what's your preference?"

"What for?"

"Sex of course, dummy, I mean are you only into heterosexual activities?"

"No, I 'd describe myself as bi, depending on the guy, of course" I responded as I felt my cock straining against the leather and having flashes of some guy on guy action later.

"Of course, so what do you think of Paul?"

"He looks a nice clean guy, I wouldn’t say no, why?"

"Well I think he's bi as well, although Wendy didn't say, they just got straight down to it."