Dinner had just gotten cleaned up and Kenzy's boyfriend, Wes, was rummaging through the hall closet for a towel. "I'm gonna take a shower real quick, okay babe?" He said.
"Okay, Honey, I'm going to slip into something more comfortable while you do that."
"Sounds good." Wes gathered his things in the bathroom and closed the door.
Lexa rushed to the bedroom literally jittering with excitement. She had waited all day for the chance to put her new dress on for Wes. She was so jubilant about it, she could think about almost nothing else since she had gotten home from the shop with it, she didn't even eat as much as she planned because the sheer desire overpowered her appetite.
She reached into the paper bag on the floor of the closet and pulled the glimmering black dress out of it. She laid it down on the bed to admire it while she stripped out of her current getup. She pulled her mesh top off and tossed it to a small pile of apparel next to the bed. She unhooked her black, lacey bra, and set it on top of her dresser. Next, it was time to stow away her leather shorts. She unzipped the fly and grabbed the waistband to pull them down.
As her fingers brushed up against the short leather legs, she couldn't help but wonder what feels like to Wes when he squeezes her leather-clad ass, or when he's caressing her breasts in one of her leather tops. It always feels so soft and smooth when she touches it, and she simply enjoys wearing it; what it must feel like to Wes, who gets rock hard just by glancing at it As she folded up the shorts, she noticed a faint, but not unnoticeable white stain where her left butt cheek would be. Did she seriously walk around all day with a cum stain on her shorts? Did Lexa at the sex shop see it? Her mind suddenly darted back to the very first time Wes ever cummed her in leather, when she first learned of Wes's leather fetish.
It was on Kenzy's 19th birthday. She knew Wes was going to take her out on a hot date, so she wanted to make an equally hot impression for the night, not that it was hard for her. After struggling to think of an outfit, she settled on a combo that would make any straight guy stare for days: a simple, satin blouse, and a short, black, leather skirt that she was repeatedly told her was too provocative in high school. Wes took her to a fancy dinner at a local steakhouse, and brought her back to his place where they got to doing the dirty for the first time together. While Kenzy originally had plans to experience a real cock in her for the first time, the plans changed once she started stroking his cock.
He started taking his pants off before she even finished following him into the bedroom, but curiously, he wouldn't let her remove anything, which she thought was a bit of a turn off at the time, and a bit odd; what guy doesn't want his girl naked. But then, she learned his real intentions: once she started stroking him closer and closer to climax, he stopped her, and pushed her down to the bed on her back. He took his dick in his own hands and spilled his load all over the crotch area of her skirt. Even after a year, she still remembered his next words: "God, I've always wanted to do that to you with that skirt on!" And the images of his chunky, white essence on the leather as she took a finger to swirl it around and play with it never left her.
But anyway, with Kenzy's shorts and panties were fully removed, it was time to turn her attention back to the dress; that shiny, plasticky, smooth dress she had been dying to put back on since she left the sex shop earlier. She smoothed it out on the bed, and unzipped it. As she stuck her first leg in it, she couldn't help but shudder at the sexy sound the fabric made as it rubbed against her skin. Upon inserting her second leg, it became real, that she was finally getting closer to seeing what the shiny vinyl would look like covered in Wes's cum. While it just a side effect of Wes's own fetish, she had been growing very fond of it herself.
Something about a fresh load of cum on her clothes was just... sexy to her. She pulled the dress up over her bare chest and shoulders; only then was she realizing that it was comfier than she expected. Once it was zipped up, the tightness of the dress caressing her body started warming her up, and making her feel a somewhat tingly sensation. She had always enjoyed wearing leather, be it pants, jackets, dresses, skirts, but this dress was different: the shininess, the tightness, just the way the material felt, it was turning her on in a way leather never had.
As Kenzy heard the shower stop from the bathroom next door, she got herself ready, sitting on the bed, and resisting the urge to rub and savor the texture of the smooth vinyl on her body before Wes came in to help. As soon as she was sure Wes was on his way out of the bathroom, she quickly closed the bedroom door so he could be surprised.
Wes exited the bathroom door, his wet, shoulder-length hair slicked back, a towel around his broad shoulders, and a pair of silky, red boxers Kenzy had bought him last Christmas. As he opened the bedroom door, he stopped and stared in awe at his vinyl-clad girlfriend. "My God..." he gasped. He had been standing there for not even thirty seconds and Kenzy could already see the boner growing in his boxers.
"You like?"
"Oh, fuck yes!"
Wes took two bid strides into the room and practically tackled Kenzy onto the center of the bed, pinning her down with his hands on her smooth, shiny boobs. He squeezed and pushed and rubbed on her breast while passionately kissing her, and occasionally sliding his crotch against hers.
After a vigorous make-out session, he sat up with a leg on each side of her, straddling her. He gently ran his calloused hands up and down her sides as he gazed into her eyes. "I take it this is the surprise you text me about earlier today," he said.
