Back in the early 80's I was going to college and working full time to pay for it. I operated bindery equipment (cutters and folders) in a small print shop in suburban N.Y. one of our frequent customers was Mrs. H., who was a print broker who did mostly business cards, letterheads and envelopes for small companies. She spent ALOT of time in our shop, especially back in the production area where I worked, keeping an eye on the quality of her jobs as we worked on them. She was middle-aged jewish woman, who obviously had some wealth. She always wore furcoats or long leather jackets as well as leather gloves and boots. She also wore those BIG tinted glasses women used to wear alot back then, and she smoked long Benson & Hedges cigarettes constantly. I LOVE leather gloves, boots and fur on women, and something about the way she sensually smoked her cigarettes used to get me excited every time she came around me. And she wore a mysterious perfume that I STILL remember to this day! So of course I used to fantasize about her alot when not at work, and I drew cartoons of her in my college notebooks in various states of peril: being attacked by enemy scubadivers, in a spacesuit fighting martians, or my favorite, as a spy being chloroformed by an enemy agent! Well, I guess she sensed I had a crush on her, because one night I left work after a 12 hour shift and walked out to my car, where she had parked right next to me in her volvo station wagon! She was leaning on my old Hornet hatchback, smoking a cigarette wearing a grey furcoat, with black leather gloves and high-heeled boots. It was November so it was pretty damn cold in N.Y. and I was surprised to see her there. She smiled as she exhaled smoke through her nostrils and said to get in her car, she wanted to show me something! I was kind of naive at the time, but VERY turned on and I gues she knew it. I got in the passenger side, and closed the door. Then I heard the lock click and saw her leather-gloved finger on the autolock button...THAT'S when I knew something was fishy... " I just wanted to thank you for being so helpful and kind to me over the past few years...You've ALWAYS been SO respectful to me and done extra work for me to make sure my jobs looked good!" I just said that she was one of our best customers and she had always been real cool with me! Then my seat started to slowly recline...I looked over at her as she lit another cigarette with a small gold lighter with one black leather-gloved hand, while her other gloved hand opened up her fur coat to reveal her barebreasts and shaved crotch. NOW I'm flipping out, and she slowly crawls on top of me and whispers in her smoky voice "I'm sorry I invaded your privacy by looking in your notebooks, but I was quite intrigued by your artwork of me!" I was quite aroused by now, and a bit embarassed by my pictures...and my boner... Then she leaned down and gave me a long warm wet smokey kiss, and I felt her leather fingers caress my crotch. She then reached into the pocket of her furcoat and pulled out a silk scarf and a small spray bottle of perfume. She sprayed a bit of the perfume into the scarf, then replaced the bottle in her coat pocket. " I know you'd like to see ME kidnapped" she said, "But I'm afraid I like to be in charge! I couldn't find any ether or chloroform, so I hope my perfume will be sufficient to keep you quiet til we get back to my place!" Then she suddenly forced the scarf over my face and held me down! "You can struggle if you want honey, but you're mine for now, so just enjoy the ride!" I was alittle dizzy from the strong scent of the perfume, but I struggled with her for a minute or two...I could see she was REALLY getting off on fighting me, and I think she climaxed when I slowly went limp beneath her! She then pulled a roll of duct tape from the glove compartment, and bound me securely.
Mrs. H. ended up taking me to her house and having her way with me, then I had my way with her. Neither of us knew where the other lived because we would "chloroform" the other and blindfold him/her before going home. Of course I had to walk into her home, because I was much bigger than Mrs. H., but I used to carry her through the basement door of my house where I lived with my alcoholic parents. I lived in the basement where they rarely ventured, so I was able to carry her blindfolded, gagged and handcuffed (she LOVED handcuffs!) through the cellar door unnoticed! Though one night my pop had passed out on the couch by the door while watching a football game and I didn't notice him til I'd almost gotten to my room. He was pretty tanked, and said "Hey...you two O.K.?" I assured him everything was fine (as I stood there with a bound and gagged middle-aged woman in a $2000 mink coat in my arms!) A few days later my pop asked me if I'd had a girl over the other night! Nope! Not me! We continued our escapades for over a year. We would meet at restaurants or the movies, socialize, then abduct the willing victim and head for home for fun! It never got old or stale because we constantly experimented with our role-playing and fetishism. We wore disguises, I kidnapped her from her office and went down a service elevator with her bound and over my shoulder...thank god for crappy security guards! I guess we were in love, but I was too young and she knew too much, but we sure spent ALOT of great times together. She ended up moving to the west coast to be with her aging parents. But I drove her to the airport when she flew out west that day and I can STILL feel her leather gloved hand on my crotch as she gave me a deep smokey kiss at the departure gate! She took a long deep pull on her cigarette (you could STILL smoke in the airports then!) and whispered "Love ya babe..." as she exhaled the smoke through her dark red lips. She picked up her flight bag and turned and walked through the door. I saw tears flow from under her glasses as she turned and winked at me, and I sat and cried as I watched her palne taxi and take off. I guess I really DID love her! Don't know that I've EVER really loved anyone since. I still get letters and cards from her, and we talk on the phone infrequently, but it's STILL hard after all the years.