New Leather Chairs

A new pair of leather swivel chairs arrived recently. They are sleek and the back is low, just slightly higher than my crotch. The arms are rounded and softly slope in a smooth curve to each side of the seat. 

Amy, my partner, special ordered these while we were furniture shopping late last year. Now, eight months later, they are working their magic on me. 

Enticing is the word that best describes these chairs. They want to hug your body when you sit in them while attacking your senses. On first glance, we noticed how sexy they were visually. We were looking for something to replace our extraordinarily comfortable upholstered leopard print chairs, which we planned to move to our bedroom to spice things up. These drew our attention from across the showroom. Sitting in one for the first time made me melt in more ways than one. Beyond the obvious feel of comfortable luxury, my mind jumped to how wonderful leather feels against my naked skin. 

I felt the arms of the chair caress my arms. I felt the gentle, taut support of the seat press into my buns, calling for a closer touch that wasn’t possible in public. I found myself wanting to simply fuck the chair. I would have on the spot if I could have. Amy would have loved watching it, I thought to myself. But the moment passed and I never shared that thought with her.

After several weeks, during which we’ve hosted a guest from out of town and friends for dinner and drinks every week, the new chairs have been brought into the fold for entertaining others. I had focused so much on friends and work that the month of August had nearly gone by with only a passing thought of sex until this morning.

Amy decided to go for a long walk by herself, but I had to stay home to get ready for work. I said goodbye to her at the front door. I was wearing a pair of soft cotton panties that I love to sleep in and a long t-shirt. Turning toward our bedroom, I passed by one of the new chairs and the curiosity of the moment caught me. I noticed the upholstery brads that ran along the top of each arm of the chair and wondered what that would feel like on my clit through the soft panties. Even better, could I tolerate that against my bare skin?

Alone and suddenly horny again, I tried both. The chair arm was a perfect height for me to stand to one side with on foot on the floor and a knee on the seat. I started with a slow push into the rising slope of the arm, searching with my labia for the nubby feel of the single row of rounded brads. I centered my slit on them with my first forward grind then rolled my hips to the rear. My lips opened, exposing my inner lips and clit to the new sensation and I gasped with the sudden rush of pleasure. After a few times I stopped to take my panties off to see how it would feel nude. 

I realized when repositioning myself on the arm of the chair that moisture might be a problem, so I watched my slit move forward and back across the soft leather. I was definitely aroused and there was that sheen inside that I could see. I slid with surprising ease, the supple skin of my labia gliding over the leather which simply felt creamy and delicious. At the first sign of moisture on the leather, I stopped and wiped it off with my shirt. In my mind I imagined others sitting in the chair and wondering about any stain I might have left. It almost made me want to just keep going and leave my signature from a moment of self pleasure. 

I gave in to my more sensible side.  My vibrator awaited in the bedroom and there was work to be done. I finished myself with my wand on high, standing and shuddering next to the bathroom vanity as my orgasms built in a quick, breathy crescendo. I felt rejuvenated, but still curious about my leather and brads.  Now I finally get to share my thoughts with Amy and see where that leads!