Having Sex With A Pink Leather Jacket.

As I clocked out after a long shift at the store, I couldn't help but notice Amy's pink biker jacket hanging on her locker. The expensive leather gleamed under the fluorescent lights, and I felt my heart rate quicken as I ran my fingers over the smooth material. Amy was a biker girl, 20, with fiery red hair and a confident air about her. She was the kind of woman who turned heads wherever she went, and I'd always found myself drawn to her.

I couldn't resist the temptation to get closer to her, even if it was just through her jacket. I took it off the hanger and held it up to my nose, inhaling the scent of her perfume mixed with the leather. My body responded instantly, and I felt a surge of arousal coursing through me.

Without thinking twice, I took the jacket to the store room out back. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I couldn't help myself. I needed to feel closer to Amy, even if it was just for a moment.

I laid the jacket out on a table and ran my hands over the sleeves, feeling the softness of the leather against my skin. I closed my eyes and imagined Amy wearing it, her curves filling out the material perfectly. I could almost hear the sound of her motorcycle as she rode off into the sunset.

My hand drifted down to my pants, and I began to touch myself through the fabric. The pleasure was intense, and I couldn't believe how turned on I was by just the thought of Amy. I unzipped my pants and took out my cock, stroking it gently as I continued to think about the woman who owned the jacket.

I needed more, so I lifted the jacket up and pressed it against my cock. The leather was cool against my skin, and I groaned as I felt the material wrap around my shaft. I began to fuck the jacket, moving it up and down as I imagined it was Amy's pussy.

I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, and I knew I needed to cum. I moved the jacket so that the collar was wrapped around my cock, and I began to stroke myself faster and harder. The leather was slick with precum, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer.

I came hard, filling the jacket collar with my warm cum. I caught my breath as I came down from my high, feeling satisfied at the time. I carefully folded the jacket and put it back in Amy's locker, hoping that she would never know what I had done.

Over the next few weeks, I found myself repeating the same ritual whenever I had the chance. I would go to the store room and take out Amy's jacket, using it to satisfy my desires. Each time I came, I left a little bit of myself in the jacket, marking it with my scent and my cum.

One night, I decided to take the jacket home with me. I couldn't resist the temptation to have it with me all night, and I knew that I could satisfy my desires without anyone knowing. I took it home and laid it out on my bed, running my hands over the leather as I thought about Amy.

I spent the night using the jacket to satisfy my desires, cumming over and over again until I was spent. I carefully folded the jacket and put it back in my bag, feeling so relaxed and relieved.

The next day, I snuck the jacket back into Amy's locker, hoping that she would never know what I had done. I couldn't believe how obsessed I had become with her jacket, and I knew that I needed to stop. But every time I saw it hanging there, I couldn't resist the temptation.

Over time, I began to realize that my obsession with Amy's jacket was a way for me to feel closer to her. I knew that I could never have her, but I could at least have a piece of her. And even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn't help myself.

One day, Amy came up to me and asked me if I had seen her jacket. I felt my heart race as I told her that I hadn't, I would leave it randomly around the locker room so it would seem it was just moved by someone or she misplaced it.