Peter was dozing on the London bound train. It was 8.30 on Friday evening. He had had a busy week's work, and as he had nothing planned for the weekend, he had decided at the last minute to head into London in search of some fun.
Aged 25, tall, good-looking with shortish, dark hair, he had little problem in pulling girls when he had the mind for it, but had no interest at present in a long term relationship.
He was wearing his favourite casual gear – black t shirt, black leather jeans, and expensive looking, black cowboy boots.
He became aware that the train was pulling out of a station – the last stop before Paddington, and that several girls had joined the previously empty carriage and had sat down close around him – one each side and two opposite. They were clearly friends. Aged early twenties, he guessed, and they were laughing and chatting away to each other; he decided to take a look and listen in without letting them know that he was now awake.
Keeping his eyes almost shut, he glanced first at the girl on his left, and did a quick double take. Not only was she drop-dead gorgeous but her clothes and footwear were amazing. A speedy scan of the others showed that he had really hit the jackpot – All four were fantastic looking, and really dressed to thrill, he thought to himself.
The dark-haired beauty on his left was wearing an outfit made of antique-look grey/brown leather. Her short, tight, leather crop-top had cross-lacing down the front, and lacing across the gap about an inch wide down each side. Matching leather hipster hot pants had similar cross-lacing at the fly front and gap lacing at the sides. Below that he could see about three inches of trim flesh above the tops of her high, pull-on style thigh boots which were in the same colour. They had high but walkable heels – about 3 inches, he guessed.
The size of the train seats meant they all had to sit close, and he could feel the side lacing of her hotpants against his hips.
Now it has to be said that among Peter's principal fetishes were leather clothing and boots, particularly of the thigh or crotch high variety; this girl was wearing one of the most erotic outfits he had ever seen, and he was starting to feel turned on just by the sight of her; he was rather relieved that he had a newspaper on his lap to conceal his embarassment.
He moved his eyes slowly and carefully to the girl on his right. An attractive, long haired blonde, she did not disappoint him either. She was wearing tight dark red leather jeans with a broad black belt. The jeans were tucked into high black leather pirate thigh boots, with Cuban heels and turnover tops. A shortie red denim shirt with a short, black waistcoat over it left her midriff bare and showed off her pierced belly button and the gold ring through it.
He could feel the leather to leather contact between his jeans and hers, as they sat beside each other.
Opposite him, one of the other girls, slightly shorter than the others, had curly dark red hair and was wearing a skin-tight, black, glove-leather catsuit with one of those long zips that continued from the high neck right down until it disappeared into her crotch, ending, he guessed, at the top of her ass crack. She had her legs slightly apart and he could make out the shape of her labia under the leather each side of the zip.
No panties there, he thought to himself, aware of his cock swelling and stiffening into a full erection. Under the newspaper he carefully adjusted the position of his cock within his leather jeans so that it was comfortable – full length up the line of his zip.
The girl's catsuit was tucked into long, overknee boots in dark red, with a zip up to calf height and high stiletto heels – they had a split at the top back with loose lacing.
The last girl, a tall slim attractive blonde with a stylish short hair cut was wearing ultra tight grey denim jeans with several 'designer' rips, tucked into knee length cowboy boots with long, pointed, slightly chisel toes, and medium heels. They were chunky, in tough, mid-tan matt hide, with contrasting darker stitched-on leather decoration, and straight tops with pull-on loops at the sides, and they were a loose fit around the jeans tucked into them. She wore a dark grey, coarse cotton shirt, unbuttoned enough to give a glimpse of her breasts, and a pale grey "fake fur" sleeveless gilet.
Peter started to tune in to their conversation. He picked up their names – Jackie on his left in the hotpants outfit, Sue on his right with the red leather jeans and pirate thigh boots, catsuited Louise and blonde Emma in the jeans, cowboy boots and fur gilet.
They were a group of friends, all passionate about leather and boots and on their way to a drinks and dance party at a London house, where they would be meeting up with more like-minded friends of both sexes; from the distinctly crude girl talk it was very clear that they were not planning a chaste temperance evening.
They were also all eyeing Peter up, and from the way they were talking and discussing him and estimating the probable dimensions of his cock, they clearly believed he was still asleep.
"Let's see if we can sex him up, and get him a really nice strong hard-on, without him realising what we are up to," said Jackie, the hotpants girl on Peter's left.
"Nice one," laughed Sue on his right. "We can use the jolting of the train to hide what we are doing as he wakes up".
Two can play at that game, thought Peter.
Gradually he became aware that each time the train swayed, so the girls either side of him were subtly and gently touching, and then pressing, the full length of their thigh boots against his leather-clad legs and his boots.
The pressure was not continuous so that it appeared to be caused by the motion of the train, - if he had not known better. He felt an almost electric tingling thrill as the leather of their thigh boots came into intermittent contact with his outer thighs and boots, and from knowing that this was deliberate on the girls' part.
He had always enjoyed this sort of contact and had been known on occasion to use exactly the same tactic, if an attractive girl in boots was sitting next to him on the train. For his own part he ensured that when the pressure was being applied he gently applied opposite pressure himself, increasing the contact and the sensation.
By now the conversation of the girls had turned to the number of different orgasms and positions they were hoping to enjoy that evening. This 'dirty' talk, coupled with the pressure of these thigh boots against him, the sight of these lovely girls and the mixed aroma of their scent and sexual charge all worked together to give Peter a massive erection.
Something had to happen, and by chance a jolt of the train made his newspaper fall off his lap. The girls immediately saw the great bulge in his tight leather jeans, and at the same time realised he was fully awake.
