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New leather trench coat
A nice leather trench coat available at http://eva-room.ru/zhenshchinam/palto-i-plashchi-1/kozhanye-plashchi-1/?page=1
A Swedish site about leather coats in 2016
Saturday, November 12, 2016
Winter 2001
As I was walking down a hallway at work late one afternoon an attractive woman came out of a room ahead of me. She was tall and shapely, with thick blonde hair to her shoulders. Over a thick turtle-neck sweater she wore a full-length black leather coat. Her coat was obviously expensive and looked extremely soft. It had a shirt style collar and lots of buttons on a single-breasted placket. She wore it unbuttoned but tied it close about her with the belt. A leather purse hung on her shoulder.
I remember this lady in her leather coat particularly because of the sound she made in it. She swung her arm as she walked. Each of her movements produced a leathery squeak that I could hear plainly ten feet behind her. My path followed hers to an elevator, where she stopped and wrapped her arms around herself while she waited. As she crossed her arms, the rubbing leather of her coat creaked louder than ever. I passed by her, and went about my business.
Observations from 1999
You are standing in a check-out line behind an attractive woman in a leather coat. She has a leather purse on her shoulder. The softness of her leather coat is demonstrated as the leather purse strap sinks into her leather-clad shoulder, pulling the leather into shining folds. Her coat creaks loudly as she adjusts the purse on her arm.
Winter 2000
When it is cold outside it is always best to keep plenty of gas in your car to help prevent the fuel lines from freezing up. My car was running a bit low on gas this evening coming home from work, so I stopped at a BP station. As I absently stood there pumping gas, watching a cute blond girl walk into the station to pay, a sound from the pump next to mine drew my attention. I was pleasantly greeted by sight of a petite woman in a leather coat filling the tank of her large SUV. Her facial features were delicate and beautiful. She wore her auburn hair up, looking very professional. She was probably in her early thirties. She stood about five and a half feet tall, but her build was so tiny that her leather coat looked large on her. The hem of her coat actually brushed the top of her dressy shoes it was so long. The coat sleeves partially covered her small hands. Her coat looked like it was made of extremely supple lamb leather and it possessed a glossy, smooth grain finish. She had the leather coat buttoned tight except for the top button, allowing the stand-up collar to flap against her neck in the chill breeze. She was so slender that the coat looked like it hovered around her, touching her only at her shoulders and the tips of her breasts. I imagined that if I touched her my hand would sink inches into cool, buttery leather before actually contacting her body within. The coat encased her from head to toe in a narrow pillar of plush, polished black leather that hid the curves of her body, but made her look gorgeous all the same.
