Another Side To Leah Jane - Sex Stories

Another Side To Leah Jane

"Good morning..!", "Good morning Mr. Fairhurst, Mrs. Fairhursrt.", "Good morning Leah"... The Fairhursts were most fond of their young neighbour. "Beautiful day isn't it?". Leah Jane smiled broadly, nodding her agreement and gave a little wave before collecting a pint of full cream milk from the doorstep and going back indoors. It was that kind of neighbourhood, largely populated by older folk and retired couples whose c***dren had long since made their way in the world, the kind of neighbourhood that still has a milk man. If you were to ask any of these good people their opinion of Miss Leah Jane, only the most glowing recommendations would be forthcoming. As one of very few young people in the area the locals find her to be a breath of fresh air. Intelligent, educated, polite and studious, the strinkingly attractive Leah Jane is the embodiment of youth and beauty otherwise absent from their world. They wouldn't swap her for anyone... but then again, they are quite unaware that having read her newspaper and finished her all boiled milk, no water, sweet and sticky morning coffee, Miss Leah Jane has disrobed before her bedroom mirror and having generously applied talcum powder, squeezed her shapley, blemishless body into her skintight, dark purple catsuit. She tightens and secures a black leather corset about her already slender waist and steps into her spike heeled ankle boots. Checking herself briefly in the mirror and turning slightly to admire her perfect posture, the ...

... curve of her hips and arch of her spine, she smiles and whispers "Oh that feels so much more me". Retrievs her favourite riding crop from a hook on the door and leaves the room. The stone cold, paved floor of the basement was beginning to hurt his knees and Stuart could see his breath as he knealt in the chalk marked circle, as instructed by Leah Jane. It was cold down here and the pretty, pink matching panties and bra Miss had told him to put on easily concealed his now shrivelled penis and shrunken balls. All thoughts of some light slap and tickle and a nice hard mornig fuck with Leah jane were now furthest from his mind and he wondered if he should just get up and go. This quiet contemplation was suddenly interrupted by the 'click c;lack of high heels on stone steps and the appearance of the devastatingly beautiful and fetish outfitted Miss Leah. She circled him in silence a couple of times, tapping her crop in the palm of her hand and stopping dead in front of him, raised his chin with it's end. "Not what yuou had in mind Stuart..?"... "Er.. Not really."... 'Slap..!' Leah Jane's palm landed sharply on Stuart's face. "Do you mean No Miss..?"... "Yes... I mean no... I mean No Miss, it's not."... "Well I don't know why, I've been very clear about my intentions, perhaps you don't take me seriously... Well..?"... "I do Miss, I do..!"... "Yes you do now" replied Leah Jane as she half circled him and deftly handcuffed her victim. "There that's better, isn't it.."... "Yes Miss."... ...