My office had been broken into and completely turned over. After tidying it all up, I could find nothing stolen, so assumed that somebody had been searching for something. Possibly the decoder that I had found or the diaries it was being used to decrypt. Since it is unattended when I’m working away, I decided to move my office to a small business centre nearby that provided shared services such as site security and a receptionist. The receptionist was called Glynnis and I quickly found out that she had a reputation as a bit of an old battleaxe that matched her appearance. I guessed that she was in her late sixties with a well-worn wrinkled face with high prominent cheeks, a long elegant sleek nose and a medium sized, thin-lipped mouth that was usually set as if in sour distain. She had quite a stern looking appearance that sometimes matched an abrupt voice that was low pitched and slightly gravely through smoking. Her face was small but long and narrow. It was also pale with subtly applied made-up. Curly silver hair sat like a puffed up mop on top of her head yet was cut short below in almost a man-like fashion clear of her forehead and around her ears in which she wore small pearl earrings. Over small grey eyes with a penetrating stare, she wore a pair of thick-framed yet elegant looking spectacles. Despite her age, she had a firm chin and neck with no signs of looseness around the face. Likewise, her 5’6” frame was slim with a medium sized chest over which she wore a white blouse and open black jacket. Below this, she often wore a matching black skirt that came down just above the knee with sheer black or grey nylons that showed off slender shins and calves.

Today as I went to spend my lunch break outside, Glynnis appeared for a cigarette break. To my surprise she was wearing a sexy black leather skirt, sheer black nylons and a pair of knee length black leather boots with high heels that moulded themselves to the contours of her shapely but slender calves. Wow! I couldn’t stop staring. There is something sexy about a woman in a leather skirt and even more so if she is wearing sexy boots. I like to see women in boots that follow the curves of their calves and not dirty great shapeless chunks of leather. She saw me and came over to sit next to me on the bench then lit up. We sat there for a while in silence. I tried to ignore the stinky smoke as she puffed away and tried to not to stare at her skirt and boots. SWISH Glynnis crossed her legs and that did it. I just couldn’t stop gawping at the sexy sight as her leather skirt rode up revealing sheer black nylons as it stretched over her knees before disappearing into shapely leather boots. There was even a hint of a darker band under the boundary with her skirt that I desperately tried not to gawp at. I felt myself begin to get a bit warm.

“Do you like my skirt, Jim?” she suddenly asked. That made me embarrassed; she had probably noticed me staring. “Err yes Glynnis. It suits you, it’s very, err, nice” I replied. “Nice” she chuckled throatily. “Sexy, I think. You can’t stop looking at it” she said causing me to flush. Suddenly she grabbed my hand and guided my palm over her skirt. “Here. Don’t be shy. Doesn’t it feel good?” she asked. “I love the feel of leather it is so sensual” she was practically purring. I didn’t know to what to do. I knew I should move my hand away but it did feel good feeling a woman’s thighs under a soft leather skirt. Besides I felt a bit intimated by this severe looking woman who was unexpectedly coming onto me. She was actually kind of attractive, in a strict mature dominatrix kind of way. She guided my palm over her nylons to her boots. “What about these?” she asked. I was getting quite worked up enjoying the sight of her sexy nylons and the shapely feel of her boots. “Very sexy. You have very sexy legs, Glynnis” I murmured as I admired how the leather was sculpted from her tiny ankles and curved smoothly out along the line of her shapely calves. I noticed a silver strip of metal running along the inside of the thin pointed heels. “Titanium reinforced heels. These are built to last no matter what” she said, releasing my hand with a throaty chuckle. “Be careful Jim, these are my Karate boots” she told me with a serious looking smile that was more of a sour pout.

“Karate boots?” I asked, my groin giving a lurch of excitement. I would never suspect this slim elderly woman knew Karate. Maybe that wasn’t what she meant. Her stony wrinkled face gave nothing away. Was she having me on? Glynnis was certainly a formidable old battleaxe that could give you a severe tongue-lashing but she was too slightly built to be physically intimidating. I kept gazing at those sexy soft leather boots, her words triggering all sorts of weird and perverted images but I didn’t know how to express myself without seeming weird, so kept quiet. Finally, She threw her fag end to the floor and stomped it out under a high heel. “Well I must go now. Some of us have work to do” she told me, getting to her feet. “Wait please” I begged. “Tell me about these Karate boots”. She fixed me with her cold grey eyes, yet didn’t smile. “I already told you, these are my Karate boots. Once I put them on, they can’t be taken them off until they tasted blood. So you better be careful” she told me. “You know Karate? What grade are you?” the questions all came out at once. I looked at her slim legs and shapely shiny boots that were so sexy yet seemed incapable of being dangerous.

She leaned towards me, speaking quietly. “I don’t want anyone here find out about this” she said sternly. “I promise. It’s our secret” I replied. She seemed to think for a while before speaking again. “Give me a lift home tonight and I will show you” she said then turned on her heels and walked off.

I didn’t get anything done that afternoon. All I could think about was Glynnis, her sexy leather skirt and boots and what she was going to show me. I had met some dangerous women in my time and quite a few of them were as mature as her. Jean came to mind [JPECHO01, JIMP#42] but that little old lady was built like a pit bull and twice as dangerous, not as slightly built as Glynnis. As I went to the coffee machine or toilets rather more frequently than usual, I would look down at the silver-haired woman behind the reception desk with a tightening of my groin and hoped that she wasn’t going to hurt me too bad.

She was waiting for me when I finished for the day and I walked with her to my car admiring the sheer black nylons between her black leather mini skirt and shiny black boots as they click clacked across the car park. I kept stealing glances at her legs as I drove, black leather skirts and boots really enhance the appearance of a woman’s legs. “Keep your eyes on the road please Jim” she told me in a low gravely voice without seeming to take her eyes from the windscreen.

We were close to where she said she lived when suddenly she told me to stop. I pulled over at the side of the road and to my surprise Glynnis undid her seat belt and opened the door. “It might be safer if you stayed in the car” she growled as she twisted in her seat then got out. For a moment, I watched as she strode towards a gang of youths hanging around at the entrance of a pedestrian subway. I switched off the engine and decided to follow.

“I’ve warned you lot before not to hang around here making a mess but you just won’t listen” she scolded. The pavement was littered with discarded packets and cans. “And you there. What do you think you are doing?” the short slender woman snatched a spray can out the hands of one lad and threw it to the ground. “Hey, you stupid old bag!” he exclaimed. The group of lads and a few rough-looking girls started to gather around her but she didn’t show any sign of alarm. She looked so tiny as they surrounded her. I’m not a physical man and my heart was racing with apprehension. How was I going to save her without getting beaten up myself? “This graffiti is a horrible mess. An absolute eyesore. Get some buckets of water and some brushes and scrub it off now” she ordered like a headmistress expecting to be obeyed by naughty children. “And pick up this rubbish, this is a pavement not a pig sty. Honestly, you’re worst than pigs”.

One of the taller youths, a big bulky rough looking lad with a shaven head loomed over the slightly built woman. “You clean it up, old bag” he snarled, the rest of the group laughed. Glynnis glared at him through her spectacles, her mouth pinched tight. “Go on. Do it NOW!” he shouted.

What happened next happened very much faster than I can describe, so please bear with me. The slim silver-haired woman looked tiny as the gang of youths surrounded her, however she looked confident and showed no sign of fear as she faced down the tall heavily built one that seemed to be their leader. I could see the small stern faced woman glare at him through her spectacles with her small mouth tight. BLAM! Suddenly the lad’s head jerked back with a spray of blood shooting from his mouth into the air. The old woman’s leg had moved so fast, it was nothing but a blur on the retina. A shiny well-shaped high-heeled leather boot was now pointing towards the sky at the end of a slim nylon clad leg. She quickly caught his hand and before he had a chance to do anything, the magnificent flagpole of her leg bent at the knee and swung back while she leaned away from him. BLAM! Her leg snapped straight in an instant, blasting the knee length boot right in the middle of his face. His face whipped back dripping a bloody trail from his nose. KERBLAM! Barely lowered, her leg struck like a bolt of lightning devastating his face once more. I watched in stunned silence as this slim craggy faced old battleaxe destroyed this tall lad’s face with shocking brutality and incredible speed.

One of the gang got over his shock and stepped forwards with a knife in his hand. Glynnis effortlessly spun on one heel, her other leg bent at the knee. WHUMP! A trail of reflected sunlight arced towards the boy’s groin as a knee length boot snapped forwards. “Arghh!” his face turned to one of anguish as he clenched his eyes, tightened his mouth and closed his legs. The knife fell from his hand and clattered on the pavement. Retracting the kick at the knee and keeping it raised, there was another arc of light as her leg snapped out towards his chest. BWAM! “Urghh!” there was a horrible sound of her boot hammering something meaty and hollow and I thought I heard a crack of a rib. The lad stumbled back looking miserable and in a lot of pain, the fight literally kicked out of him.

Not that Glynnis stopped. The fierce silver-haired whirlwind spun back to the leader and grabbed his shoulders. BAM! Her leg shot up in a blur of sheer black nylon, the top of her black leather boots hammering across the side of his chest with a solid meaty thud. “Orrrugh!” he moaned, creasing forward. The slender woman grabbed his head and pulled it sharply to meet her knee blasting upwards. BLAM! Blood dripped from his mouth as she momentarily lowered her knee before it rocketed upwards again. BLAM! There was a horrid bony crunch and the tough guy was clutching his nose, groaning as the blood seeped between his fingers.

She looked like she was going to hit him again but another yob grabbed her from behind. Her eyes blazed fiercely behind her spectacles, her craggy face set in a frightening grimace of anger as she struggled in his arms. “I’m going to crush ya!” he cried in a low dumb bellow that reflected his low intelligence. In the blink of an eye, her leather skirt rose as she lifted a knee then fell as she drove her foot backwards. BLAM! “Oooooooooo!” the yob wailed as the reinforced high heel of a shapely shiny leather boot nailed his groin. Immediately the severe looking woman grabbed his head from below and yanked it down hard while driving her boot backwards again. BLAM! “Arrrrrr!” this time the sole of her sexy boot smashed his balls square on. His eyes sprang wide and his jaw fell open as he collapsed to his knees.

Glynnis didn’t wait to watch. The light played off her black leather skirt as she took a long stride towards their bloody faced leader who was on his hands and knees, clutching his face. He looked up at the sound of her approaching heels, his eyes going wide as she took a long final stride. Her leg kicked forward in a shiny blur off her leathers as it streaked low to the ground as if kicking a football. Faster than the eye could follow it blazed an arc beneath his raised body. THUD! “Arghh!” he screamed as the pointed toe bit hard into his belly, her foot withdrawn before he collapsed onto the ground.

All this had happened so fast that most of the gang had just watched dumbfounded as the slender old dragon destroyed three of their mates in mere seconds. Awake from their stupor, some moved forward to attack the short slim elderly woman in their midst while a few moved back cautiously. I was paralysed by indecision; I should help her, but how? I was no fighter. The slim woman in the black jacket and white blouse span towards the closest gang member. Her black leather skirt stretched like a sexy shiny second skin over her small compact backside as she leant away from him. A sidekick powered upwards at incredible speed. CRUB! The front edge of her boot clubbed the man solidly around the side of his head. Lowering her foot to the ground, she span in the opposite direction, the sheen of her nylons a blur as her other leg whipped around. BLAM! The yob’s face shot sideways spitting blood and teeth as the toe of her boot smashed the side of his jaw.

Another lad tried to grab her hand, but with a whip of her arm, she twisted his arm making him bend forward in pain. BLAM! The top of her toe struck like a thunderbolt between his legs. “Ohhhhhh!” an agonising wail escaped his lips but Glynnis had already turned to block a heavy over arm punch aimed towards her face from another youth. “HAI!” a strong confidant cry and the elderly woman had slammed her fist hard against her attacker’s stomach. “Boorrrph!” the big oaf seemed to deflate as he creased around his middle. BLAM! A streak of sheer nylon and shiny boot arced from the slim woman towards the big oaf. “Orrrph!” his big face turned red, his eyes screwed up and his lips pursed as the pointed toe punched hard into his weakened gut. “Hai!” the stony faced woman shouted as her slender leg arced around again. BLAM! “...!” The cruel pointed toe hammered his sternum and the big oaf seemed to shrink and melt into abject misery.

One attacked from the side, but Glynnis merely threw a disdainful glance then reacted instantly. The leather skirt flicked up exposing stocking tops as a boot sped sideways like a bullet from a gun. WHUMP! “Orrraghh!” he wailed as her sole devastated his gut. As he slumped in winded agony, the spectacled silver-haired woman retracted her leg then spun to face him and fired her deadly weapon once more. WHAM! A blur of shiny black and the lad found a boot blasting the top of his chest. The power of the kick caused him to stagger back into his mates behind him.