Rosie's Leather Jacket

One of my friends was dating a girl called Rosie. She was the most beautiful girl, with her long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and her rebellious pink biker leather jacket that she always wore. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and I would do anything to be close to her.

One day, I saw her pink jacket hanging on the back of her chair. I couldn't resist the urge to touch it, to feel the soft leather against my skin. I waited for the perfect opportunity, and when she got up to go to the bathroom, I swiftly grabbed the jacket and stuffed it into my bag. I couldn't wait to get home and be alone with Rosie's jacket. It was a nice real leather, biker jacket style jacket with the belt around the waist.

When I got home, I headed up to my bedroom and took it out of my bag and held it up to my face, inhaling her scent with the leather. It was intoxicating, and I couldn't believe I had her jacket in my room. I lay down on my bed and placed the jacket on me. I ran my hands up and down the jacket and over the collar, feeling the texture of the leather against my skin. I could feel myself getting horny, and I couldn't help but start to touch myself while smelling her perfume with the smell of the leather.

I took my pants off and pulled out my cock, I started rubbing it under the collar of the jacket like a pocket pussy. It felt amazing, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax. I closed my eyes and imagined that it was Rosie's hand touching me as my hand had wrapped the leather collar around my cock. I couldn't help the amount of precum slowly drip down the jacket as I fucked slowly up and down the whole shaft of my cock, I soon began to climax and I spurt a massive load all over the jacket completely soaking in cum, it was a release of all the built-up tension and desire I had for her.

I lay there for a few moments, catching my breath and feeling a mix of guilt and satisfaction. I knew what I did was wrong, but I couldn't help but feel a connection to Rosie through her jacket. I carefully placed the jacket back in my bag and decided to return it as I was seeing her the next day.

The next day, I turned the jacket into the cloakroom at the bar we frequented. I was hoping she didn't notice that it was missing last night. But she did, and she asked if we had seen it yesterday.  I suggested she check the cloakroom or lost and found. After a brief search and a few questions, she "found" her jacket. She thanked me, and I couldn't help but feel a massive amount of relief.

A couple months later I saw Rosie on the coach heading to the museum. She was hard to miss, with her bright pink biker leather jacket and edgy style. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her as she chatted with her friends and listened to music.

As the day went on, I couldn't stop thinking about that jacket again. I decided to join for the museum outing and later that night, as we all settled in for the bus ride home, I saw my chance. Rosie had left her jacket on the seat next to her, and she was dozing off. I waited until the bus was moving before making my move.

I quietly approached her seat with my bag, trying not to draw attention to myself. My heart raced as I reached out and gently picked up the jacket, feeling the weight of it in my hands. I couldn't believe I was actually holding it.

I sat in the seat behind her, trying to calm my breathing. I ran my fingers over the soft leather, feeling a surge of excitement. I couldn't help myself. I had slowly felt my hands over the jacket again. It was even better than I had imagined. I could smell Rosie's perfume on it, and it only made me want it more.

I looked around, making sure no one was watching. I reached down and undid my pants, pulling out my cock. I started to stroke myself, using the collar of the jacket as a makeshift cock ring while she was in front of me asleep. It felt amazing but I had to jerk very slowly because the leather creaked as I slowly rubbed up and down my cock.

I could feel myself getting close to cumming, but I didn't want to stop. I wanted to drench that jacket in my cum, marking it as my own. I started to soak the jacket in precum again, it was so exciting be almost completely engulfed in fear of her because she could simply turn around and see me, inches away with her jacket, soaked and abused. Eventually the slow fucking with her jacket made me shoot ropes of cum all over the jacket. I couldn't believe what I had just done right behind her, I even got some of my cum in her hair between the seat and window.

When my stop arrived, I snuck the jacket out of the bus in my bag, praying that no one would notice. I couldn't keep it, of course. I knew that was wrong. But I couldn't bring myself to give it back to Rosie either.

I kept the jacket hidden in my closet from then on, taking it out to sniff and abuse it whenever I felt the urge.