Women in Leather

Years later I would run into her. It was at a leather bar I often frequented. Go figure.
It was a rainy Autumn night and I popped in for a drink and to see if anything was going on.

As I entered the bar there she was sitting on a stool with a women sitting next to her.
My English Lit teacher was older but still beautiful. And she was still wearing that sexy
black leather jacket that she wore to class.

Only this time it was half unzipped and I could see her black brassiere bulging out.

Talk about bringing back memories and fantasies . . .

She didn’t recognize me so I sat at the bar across from her and her lady friend and ordered
a whiskey.

I watched as the two ladies talked and then I noticed they became a bit more intimate. It was
subtle at first. Their hands brushed against each other, their deep penetrating looks into each other eyes . . .

And then they began to kiss in a very passionate way.

Soon after they left the bar together.

My first thought was - what a way to kill all my high school fantasies.

My second thought was - now I have a whole new set of fantasies to enjoy.