I LOVE MACKINTOSHES 6
Posted: July 5th, 2019, 8:33 am
The next evening, I telephoned Georgie and told her about my night before with David. And how he had reacted to the DVD and strangely how he mentioned wearing a leather skirt.
Maybe he’s secret tranny? Georgie suggested.
I suppose so, but I’ve not seen or heard any evidence.
Why don’t you come down here again, invite this David, and you and I can work him over and Nikki can film him?
That sounds like a lot of fun, I responded.
So, you know his size, why not buy a cheap leather skirt from a charity shop to fulfil his dreams so to speak! She laughed.
Georgie, he was quite interested in you. Do you go with guys at all? I promised I would find out just so he wouldn’t fall head over heels if you were girls only type.
There was a moments silence then Georgie replied. It’s a year or so since a guy broke my heart, but I still remember where all their bits go and what to do with them. She laughed.
Tell you what. I’ll email you an image of me before my heart was broken.
After ten minutes an email arrived with an attachment.
I clicked on the attachment and a full screen size picture emerged of Georgie. I was shocked, she was beautiful, lovely long hair, twinkling eyes and kissable lips.
Her previous guy certainly did a good job in breaking her heart and her looks and demeaner.
Poor old Georgie, I thought.
I sent a short message to David wherever he might be in the country with a copy of Georgie’s image.
I telephoned Nikki, Hi. I said. I’ve just had a photo of Georgie sent before she left this boyfriend of hers. She looks fantastic. What happened?
He was okay to start. I think they were together about two years or so. She paid for just about everything. Then he got well into drugs. He used to bash her about and shout at her, belittling her all the time. Eventually she left him, stayed with me for three months and decided to crop her hair, use no makeup and turned out as she is today. Manly.
You never told me that. I said.
I know, that’s why I have still got a lot of friends. I don’t spread gossip around.
You’re an angel, I said and hung up.
I took another look at the old version of Georgie on my laptop, she was lovely, I wondered why she had taken a shine to me last weekend in London.
I also wondered deep down about Nikki and me. I thought we were great friends together, but would I find Mr Nice guy one of these days? In fact, did we need Mr Nice guy?
Well, two days later, my current Mr Nice guy (David) sent me another parcel. I quickly opened it, a black rubber corset and a letter trying to spell out how confused he was with me and also Georgie.
I loved the rubber corset, I worried that I was getting obsessed with PVC, leather and rubber, then I thought of course I am, and I love it!
Right, I thought today I will find a leather skirt in a charity shop for him.
Six charity shops later I did find the right size and length for him. I brought it home and polished it to a fantastic shine. I tried it on myself, much to big, but it looked very sexy in the mirror.
The weekend came and a telephone call from David, I’m in town now at the Imperial please come around about seven.
At seven I presented myself at the bar in the Imperial hotel. I debated with myself whether it should be the purple cagoule outfit or the corset.
The rubber corset won, covered by my black PVC mac and boots.
I arrived and David was there in his leather jeans and a matching leather jacket. We had a drink then went up to his room. Another different room.
How come you are here? I asked. I thought it was just once per month.
Listen Katy, I am totally confused with my life. I have a great job, very well paid but I am still on my own. You have brought great joy to me and then I saw Georgie on the DVD looking very mannish and then the old exciting feminine Georgie. I’ve also had a short relationship with a guy ages ago. I tell you my life is shit and I am so confused.
I opened my black PVC mac revealing my rubber corset. His eyes were fixated on my corset.
Take off your leather jeans, I told him sternly.
Here, put this on. I handed him the leather skirt hoping it would fit. It did and looked quite cool with his leather jacket.
I kissed him, sat him down on the bed and ran my hand up the front of his skirt. He reacted immediately.
Why am I wearing a leather skirt? He asked.
Remember looking at me in the DVD with a leather skirt on and wishing that was you?
I do remember and I’ve watched that DVD so many times now.
My friends in London think it might be interesting for you and me to go down to London and you can be me on the leather bed. They will arrange to film you being abused and humiliated in bondage.
All we need is a date and I can organise everything plus you definitely need a pair of long boots. A leather skirt and men’s socks just don’t do it for me!
I let my hand wander up the inside of the leather skirt.
He was ready. I rolled over on to my back, my black PVC mac fell open, his hands were all over my rubber corset, he pushed himself into me and slowly made tender, caring love to me.
Later we agreed a time to be in London with Georgie.
I’m not sure I can wait another week, David joked.
It will probably take you a week to find some boots that fit!!
I left him still wearing the leather skirt and jacket.
Maybe he’s secret tranny? Georgie suggested.
I suppose so, but I’ve not seen or heard any evidence.
Why don’t you come down here again, invite this David, and you and I can work him over and Nikki can film him?
That sounds like a lot of fun, I responded.
So, you know his size, why not buy a cheap leather skirt from a charity shop to fulfil his dreams so to speak! She laughed.
Georgie, he was quite interested in you. Do you go with guys at all? I promised I would find out just so he wouldn’t fall head over heels if you were girls only type.
There was a moments silence then Georgie replied. It’s a year or so since a guy broke my heart, but I still remember where all their bits go and what to do with them. She laughed.
Tell you what. I’ll email you an image of me before my heart was broken.
After ten minutes an email arrived with an attachment.
I clicked on the attachment and a full screen size picture emerged of Georgie. I was shocked, she was beautiful, lovely long hair, twinkling eyes and kissable lips.
Her previous guy certainly did a good job in breaking her heart and her looks and demeaner.
Poor old Georgie, I thought.
I sent a short message to David wherever he might be in the country with a copy of Georgie’s image.
I telephoned Nikki, Hi. I said. I’ve just had a photo of Georgie sent before she left this boyfriend of hers. She looks fantastic. What happened?
He was okay to start. I think they were together about two years or so. She paid for just about everything. Then he got well into drugs. He used to bash her about and shout at her, belittling her all the time. Eventually she left him, stayed with me for three months and decided to crop her hair, use no makeup and turned out as she is today. Manly.
You never told me that. I said.
I know, that’s why I have still got a lot of friends. I don’t spread gossip around.
You’re an angel, I said and hung up.
I took another look at the old version of Georgie on my laptop, she was lovely, I wondered why she had taken a shine to me last weekend in London.
I also wondered deep down about Nikki and me. I thought we were great friends together, but would I find Mr Nice guy one of these days? In fact, did we need Mr Nice guy?
Well, two days later, my current Mr Nice guy (David) sent me another parcel. I quickly opened it, a black rubber corset and a letter trying to spell out how confused he was with me and also Georgie.
I loved the rubber corset, I worried that I was getting obsessed with PVC, leather and rubber, then I thought of course I am, and I love it!
Right, I thought today I will find a leather skirt in a charity shop for him.
Six charity shops later I did find the right size and length for him. I brought it home and polished it to a fantastic shine. I tried it on myself, much to big, but it looked very sexy in the mirror.
The weekend came and a telephone call from David, I’m in town now at the Imperial please come around about seven.
At seven I presented myself at the bar in the Imperial hotel. I debated with myself whether it should be the purple cagoule outfit or the corset.
The rubber corset won, covered by my black PVC mac and boots.
I arrived and David was there in his leather jeans and a matching leather jacket. We had a drink then went up to his room. Another different room.
How come you are here? I asked. I thought it was just once per month.
Listen Katy, I am totally confused with my life. I have a great job, very well paid but I am still on my own. You have brought great joy to me and then I saw Georgie on the DVD looking very mannish and then the old exciting feminine Georgie. I’ve also had a short relationship with a guy ages ago. I tell you my life is shit and I am so confused.
I opened my black PVC mac revealing my rubber corset. His eyes were fixated on my corset.
Take off your leather jeans, I told him sternly.
Here, put this on. I handed him the leather skirt hoping it would fit. It did and looked quite cool with his leather jacket.
I kissed him, sat him down on the bed and ran my hand up the front of his skirt. He reacted immediately.
Why am I wearing a leather skirt? He asked.
Remember looking at me in the DVD with a leather skirt on and wishing that was you?
I do remember and I’ve watched that DVD so many times now.
My friends in London think it might be interesting for you and me to go down to London and you can be me on the leather bed. They will arrange to film you being abused and humiliated in bondage.
All we need is a date and I can organise everything plus you definitely need a pair of long boots. A leather skirt and men’s socks just don’t do it for me!
I let my hand wander up the inside of the leather skirt.
He was ready. I rolled over on to my back, my black PVC mac fell open, his hands were all over my rubber corset, he pushed himself into me and slowly made tender, caring love to me.
Later we agreed a time to be in London with Georgie.
I’m not sure I can wait another week, David joked.
It will probably take you a week to find some boots that fit!!
I left him still wearing the leather skirt and jacket.