The first time I realized how provocative clothing can fuel a man’s desire was a few years ago. I remember preparing myself for an evening with a boyfriend of mine. I was going to dinner with a man I was head over heels in love with.

We had been good friends in college. Tom was the most popular guy on campus. He was gorgeous and tall, with soft, wavy brown hair. He kept in great shape because he was on the football team. I used to watch him, secretly creaming in my panties, while he and his teammates practiced on the campus field.

It wasn’t until after college that we got involved. I remember the first night we were together. It was explosive, and I cried out his name over and over while he thrust deep inside me. Tom knew what I wanted without having to ask. And he gave the best head I had ever had. To this day I still fantasize about his large, veined cock and talented tongue.

Ours was a passionate, heated relationship sometimes considered to be quite stormy by our friends. I thought we made a good team, both in temperament and in looks. He was the all-American male, and I was the tall, sultry girl of Greek descent. Tom enjoyed just staring into my brown eyes and playing with my long black hair. He called me his “wild girl from the city.” I guess being with me was a lot different from hanging out with the preppie blondes he used to squire around at college.

Anyway, I dressed for the night ahead. I wore a black clingy dress and underneath, a matching garter, bra and panty set made of the finest red lace. I had bought silk stockings for the occasion, and I completed the outfit with a pair of black velvet heels.

There I sat at my dressing table, waiting for the doorbell to ring. I opened a drawer to look for my compact and pulled out a flimsy pair of black lace gloves. They were delicate and open at the fingertips. After trying them on with the outfit, I decided that they added a nice touch.

Tom finally arrived and whisked me out of the apartment. As he opened the car door for me, I placed my gloved hand on his. He looked down and with his other hand he lifted mine.

“Lace gloves-I like them.” He lifted my hand higher, to his lips, and kissed it. At the time I thought that was a pretty elegant gesture for a former college football player.

We sped to the city, parked the car, and hurried to the restaurant. It was a beautiful place that was dimly lit, quiet, and romantic. After the waiter showed us to our table, I settled down and began to remove my lace gloves.

“No, don’t take them off, Adrianne, they look beautiful,” Tom said.

I smiled and kept them on. Throughout dinner, Tom kept fondling my hands, touching them and kissing them. We had a wonderful meal and some champagne. I couldn’t believe how just a pair of lace gloves could get him so hot.

We left the restaurant and headed for the car. We both liked the bars downtown and wanted to drive to one of our favorite spots. Together we tumbled onto the seat and Tom took me in his arms and hugged me tightly. Small kisses turned into big, wet ones. With each lingering kiss I moved my hand closer and closer to his crotch.

“Touch me, baby,” Tom whispered. I started to rub his erect cock through his pants. “Touch me with your gloves,” he panted.

We both frantically unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. When his cock sprang out, I took it in both hands. Tom sighed and pushed his hips out. I rubbed him with my gloved hands. Looking down at what I was doing, he said, “I want to come in your hands, all over your sexy lace gloves.”

Tom moaned, and I stroked him harder. His dick was hot and bigger than ever. He rested his head on the back of the seat and closed his eyes as I pumped him. I too was becoming aroused, and I lowered my head and licked the tip of his glans. While I nibbled and sucked at my boyfriend’s cock-head, I kept stroking him with my gloved fingers.

“Oh, baby,” he said. “That’s right. Your mouth, your hands, it feels so fucking good!”

And then he came. He growled deeply and pulled my head up off him. Come spurted out of his cock and all over my lace-covered fingers. His semen looked pearly white against the black material of my gloves. I lifted my fingers, put them in my mouth and sucked off all his delicious cream. We just sat there for a while, catching our breath and holding each other.

Tom told me how beautiful I looked and that my outfit was such a surprise. Usually when we went out it was very casual: more like jeans, boots and t-shirts. I felt so feminine and sexy that night.

After that date I developed a penchant for special clothing for sexy dates. It was a couple of years later that my downtown wanderings led me to Jesse. I was immediately attracted to him. He was the total opposite of Tom. Jesse had a feline quality about him. He moved with sinewy grace. The day I met him, I wanted to fuck him on the spot. He was dark, like me, and sexy, in a compelling kind of way. His usual attire was jeans, hacked T-shirts and leather. Unlike Tom, he made no bones about what he liked.

One night, while Jesse was pumping inside me, he made a request. Or maybe it was an order. “Leather, Adrianne-next time wear a leather garter. I want to fuck you from behind when you’re wearing it.”

A few days later, he presented me with a wrapped package. I was delighted to find that it contained a butter-soft, black leather garter belt and a matching under-wire bra. Underneath more tissue paper was a pair of crotch-less leather panties. It was all very expensive-looking, and I squealed with delight as I hugged and kissed him. I knew that he had gone to great lengths for this purchase, and I thanked him for his thoughtfulness.

“Try it on,” he growled lustily.

The outfit looked wonderful and complemented my olive skin. There were small silver rings and chains on the garters, and they made jingling sounds as I attached a pair of black seamed stockings to them. I entered the bedroom, and Jesse gasped.

“You look so hot,” he said, pulling me onto the bed with him. He kept stroking me, my stockings and my leather-covered breasts. His erection was gigantic, and his uncut cock was already dripping with pre-come.

That night, Jesse couldn’t get enough of my leather-clad body. He kissed and licked every part of me, and by the time he got to my pussy, it was soaked. His tongue slipped inside me and his fingers stroked my clit. A super climax hit me as Jesse sucked on my engorged clit.

I screamed out as my body shuddered. “Fuck me, Jesse, fuck me hard.”

I was on all fours immediately.

Jesse grabbed onto my garters and while telling me how beautiful my ass looked framed in leather, he plunged into my pussy. His cock felt so huge, and he kept ramming me to the hilt, all the while caressing my asscheeks and lightly slapping them. I was bucking wildly, meeting his every thrust. Jesse brought his hands around under me and took hold of my swinging breasts, which were still encased in the leather bra. He caressed my nipples through the bra and then worked his hands underneath the garment to pull at them. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and my pussy contracted once again.

While I was coming, Jesse’s pounding became more frantic. I knew that he was about to come also, and he pushed into me deep and hard as he reached his orgasm. It was the most explosive sex that we had had together.

Since then, Jesse has bought me more provocative leather clothing that I can wear both in the privacy of my bedroom and when we go out. It pleases him, and it makes me feel great, too. I guess I really owe it all to Tom and his infatuation with my lace gloves. I still have them and all the fond memories they bring to mind.