The leather outfit

The top compartment of the chest contained what seemed like a sexy, leather outfit. It wasn’t big, just a few leather straps, metal buckles and barely any fabric between them, more of a harness than an outfit really.
Jessie held it out in front of her, wondering whether she should feel embarrassed, amused or affronted.
She wasn’t supposed to be rummaging through her friend’s private property of course, there was no reason for her to be upset to discover he owned a thing like this, nor any of the others she’d found in that chest. While she did feel a bit embarrassed for finding this obviously private collection and amused for discovering his secret; she was mostly intrigued, turned on even.
When Jessie thought of her own sexual desires, she had to admit she shared some with her friend, without him knowing. She however did not own any leather outfits, wooden paddles, long-tailed whips, ball-gags or any of the other things she might discover in that chest.
She should just put it all back and forget she’d found it. She could also examine it further, knowing he’d never find out if she just put things back the way she’d found them. It was a bit of a shame, she thought, that he’d be returning home this evening. She’d been coming over to his house to feed his cat for a whole week now and she’d only discovered this today.
Still, there were many hours left before he’d be back. She eyed the outfit she was still holding in her hands, wondering if it would fit her.
Jessie blushed as she took off her clothes, undressing down to her skin in her friend’s bedroom, yet the piece was obviously meant to be worn with nothing underneath.
She felt a naughty surge of excitement to stand there naked, worried for a moment that he might return early. ‘Don’t be a chicken.’ She told herself. She’d helped him order those plane-tickets, she knew there was more than enough time before he got back.
The leather harness fit snugly, very snugly, she had to pull hard on the leather straps; watching in the standing mirror to fit them through the buckle on her lower back.
There was a small padlock in the front, but no keys to be found. Jessie wondered whether it was purely decorative or served an actual purpose. It only secured the narrow leather thong that ran from the leather cup against her crotch up between her buttocks, to the back.
It didn’t seem like it could do much harm that way as she played with it in her hands, daring herself…
With a click, the lock closed.