WinterFire has a charity bootblack station in the common area, where street legal dress is required. It is the site of many subtle scenes and a lot of loving hard work by folks who adore leathers. I've been going there with a pair of boots every year and this year decided that the long black leather coat I acquired second hand for a song really needed some bootblack TLC.
So after j's second tease and denial ordeal with Me on Sunday afternoon, I sent him off to his playdate and took the coat down to bootblacks. I had stopped by earlier to discuss donation amount and quantum of time, and learned that they needed Me to wear the coat while they worked on it. Looking around, I could see the need, as there was nowhere to effectively hang it and no flat surface where it could be worked.
It is a full length leather coat as well as insulated, and though I initially didn't consider it a winter coat, it has proven equal to the freakish Arctic blast that consistently accompanies WinterFire. GoreTex windbloc has nothing on cow hide. I knew I'd be uncomfortably warm wearing it indoors for half an hour. So after a few words with the bootblack, I popped into the uni bathroom (why all bathrooms cannot be uni is unclear) and popped back out wearing nothing but well chosen panties under the coat, which I did not care to button.
I stepped up onto the raised platform which allows the bootblacks to work comfortably below, and turned to face the milling mid-afternoon crowd of clothed kinky humanity... Most of whom walked past Me at the base of the stairs without realizing they were passing a naked Lady in Her panties. The nice bootblack boy I had not met before - 30s, kind, a bit serious, presumably service oriented but not screaming affiliation in any particular direction - asked if I preferred a workmanlike session on the coat or whether I would like more of a massage through the leather. Massage? Yes, please.
And so we began, he rubbing the leather with saddle soap and a brush, asking Me to turn this way and that, as he worked the garment in sections. I took the opportunity to pose a little, intermittently flashing some boobie at the bypassers paying attention, and dropping My hand when hotel staff entered the area so the leather shrouded the view once more.
As the boy vigorously worked the coat, I lost balance a little bit, and reached to put a hand on his shoulder, which turned into a hand on his head, and some friendly petting as we chatted. When it was time to work the back, I turned around and stuck My booty out, slowly shifting My hips back and forth. I've never been much interested in exhibition, but this was fun, and I felt flirty and prankish being naked in the crowd. A few people did notice and stopped to watch the subtle show while it lasted, which I enjoyed. And the rest of the time I was just smiling and waving and saying hi to people I recognized. It took a little bit of courage in the deciding, but once up there I felt completely comfortable - as I always do now - amongst My kinkster tribe.
The coat was well cared for, the boy very nice, and I was well served when it decided to snow heavily during move out. And whaddya know the nice bootblack from 400 miles away - boy t - and I struck up a correspondence in the weeks after the event. When I mentioned needing some help around the house, he said I had only to ask, and he would come toil for Me. I accepted and we had a lovely visit of toiling, which has led to a second visit being scheduled this month. And perhaps most amusing of all, I had placed an ad for a subby boy locally, and it turns out he is just as advertised.
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