A guy walked up to me and put his hand up my skirt and squeezed my ass. This got my pussy a little wetter and I began to grind on his already erect co...k. Jen got up and looked behind me to inspect the guy. She winked, our sign for “you should fuck him”, and she walked off to let us be alone. This mystery man was hard and horny. His hands searched every part of my anatomy on the dance floor. He grabbed my tits outside of my thin shirt and reached under panties to feel my dripping pussy. I. You and I are alone, Niomi. Completely alone!"She sprang to try to get past him and perhaps out he door, but his quickness belied his size and a massive hand caught her by the hair of the head yanking her back."Now is that any way to treat the man who's going to make you feel like a woman again?" he laughed."I ... I don't have a lot, but I have some money..." she pleaded."I don't want your money. I want your body. Now strip. Get naked for me!" No, I won't!" she said with conviction but. Waiting for the bus same as I. Complete stranger she was a Filipino beauty and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She felt my gaze so I quickly turned and looked the other way. She was around 5'4 a tight tiger print shirt that showed clinger to her body showing amazing breasts, Blue nurse pants within them a nice ass, green stripe socks and white sneakers. Her beautiful eyes and lips that seemed enticing. As I look in awe of her beauty we wait for our bus to come. I'm going to work and she. I had always loved leather, not just seeing it on women but wearing it, no-one else liked it the way i liked it, or at least i thought. However the bike was a great excuse and i was in top to toe, soft black leather: boots, jeans, jacket and gloves. They weren't biker leathers but soft and close fitting, fashion leathers really, but it's not a speed bike and i just really loved to wear full leather; never been able to understand why, but the smell, the feel and even the sound, i find.