Snow Bunnies

Snow Bunnies

         I met Jennifer about a year ago when she was hired by my company as a technical assistant.  I worked the front desk so naturally our paths crossed every day.  I would say hello and she would smile back, and for months that was how we co-existed.  I found her shy and reserved but completely gregarious when it came to clients.  Her features were hard and her voice a touch low but her tall slim frame showed off all of her ample assets.  I did however adore her fashion sense.  Her clothes were tasteful and elegant and she had a knack for accessorizing.  Her sweater collection seemed to rival mine and I always looked forward to which outfit she would wear on a given day.  There were even days she looked so stunning I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.  There were many times she would glance over and see me staring and I would have to awkwardly glance away.  I would sometimes catch little moments in the day where she would smooth her stockings or bend over to get a paper from her desk and her skirt would rise up just enough to almost show her posterior.  Those were simple pleasures.  But still, something was off and I just could not place it.

            It was about three weeks before Christmas when our boss called Jennifer and I into the conference room and sat us down.  He explained that he needed to go to Colorado on business the following weekend and wanted two reliable females to accompany him to a marketing summit and help out with organizing his presentation.  He thought Jennifer and I would be the perfect assistants.  He explained that all expenses would be paid and he was going to set us up in a cozy lodge right on a ski resort.  The prospect sounded amazing and both Jennifer and I jumped at the opportunity.  It was then that we really started to bond.  The following week leading up to the trip we worked together making sure all materials were gathered, highlighted, filed, and packed.  All hard-drives with important information were stored appropriately and all meetings and accommodations were handled. 

“This trip is going to be amazing!” Jennifer exclaimed.

“You want to know what else is amazing?  All my winter outfits fit into 3 suitcases!” I joked as we sat down for a coffee break.

There were so many things I was learning about Jennifer.  I remembered when we were first introduced; I was mesmerized by her pale blue eyes.  Now that we were talking everyday I could see them up close and get lost in their frosty shimmer.  She was single and lived alone. She was funny and warm and had a charm that could completely disarm you.  I felt we were becoming close and I hoped our winter vacation together would cement our friendship further.

      

    We arrived at The Pines Lake Resort and Ski Center Friday afternoon and checked into our room.  It was an amazing spectacle to behold.  A giant fireplace sat against the west wall with floor to ceiling glass windows on both sides.  You literally felt as if there was nothing between you and the outdoors.  Wooden beams and cozy furniture warmed the cabin along with a floor length bear skin rug.

“It’s perfect” Jennifer sighed in her husky voice.

We couldn’t wait to check out our bedrooms.  We carried the luggage to the far door to find two giant 4-poster beds made from rustic aspen timber and sprawling closets on both sides.  We immediately began unpacking.

I watched as Jennifer pulled out an array of different sweaters, dresses, and shoes and lay them atop her bed.  I couldn’t help but go to her bedside and run my hand over a few fuzzy items.

“You like?” she smiled.

“I certainly do!  I’ve always admired your wardrobe at work.”

“Then you’re going to love what I brought for skiing” she giggled.

My eyes transfixed on the piles of mohair and angora and then to Jennifer’s smile.  It was then that the feelings started.  A rush of heat to my thighs.  My heart thumping from my chest.  My breath shallow and weary.  I wanted to kiss Jennifer’s perfect ruby red lips.  I wanted to throw her down on that pile of sweaters.  But I couldn’t.  I had to be professional.  But it was in that moment that I ached to touch her curves and longed for her reciprocity.

 

     The Saturday morning meeting went well and our Boss congratulated Jennifer and I on our hard work.  His spirits were high that a sale would be made so there was nothing further to be done. He told us to take the rest of the weekend off and he would see us back at the office on Monday.  We were overjoyed and vowed to make the best of this relaxing weekend. 

Later that evening the resorts pro-ski instructor was offering moonlit ski lessons.  Jennifer and I couldn’t resist. We loaded up our gear and snuggled into our winter attire before hitting the slopes.  I think we spent more time with our butts in the snow than straight up on our skis, but we had a marvelous time.  Afterwards we trudged down to a bonfire for some complimentary cocoa.  Our stomachs hurt from laughing so much. 

“I am so glad I got to come on this trip with you.  No one else would have been this much fun” I confessed.

I watched the snow fall against Jennifer’s sandy blonde hair as her eyes seemed to crystallize and sparkle against her creamy skin.  Her eyes lowered, her lashes fanned, and her lips pursed.  There was something behind her eyes that seemed to hide a great mystery.

“I’ve had so much fun with you here and getting to know you.  This has been so perfect.  There is something I want to tell you but… I’m afraid.  I don’t want things to be weird.”

My stomach fluttered as I sensed her secret.  Was she trying to tell me that she too had a mutual attraction?  Did she want to kiss me as bad as I wanted to kiss her?  I took her hand and smiled.

“Whatever it is, I am sure I’ll be okay with it” I said reassuringly.

Jennifer replied “Okay, but let’s not do this here.  Let’s go back to the lodge.”

 

     We opened the door to our cabin which was warm with the heat of the roaring fireplace.  Outside the dark cold world was suspended in a blanket of shimmering snow and illuminated by a full winter moon.  As we peeled off our snow pants and winter parkas I admired Jennifer’s gorgeous white sweater.  The ivory angora threads clung to her perfect breasts and inched their way up to cradle her long neck.  Her red wool tights were adorned with tiny white snowflakes dancing up and down her slim legs and wrapping around to accentuate her defined backside.

“We obviously have similar tastes” I chuckled as I unzipped my coat to show her my red, black, and white wool sweater with the seasonal Icelandic snowflake pattern complete with a set of black and white snowflake tights.  To complete the ensemble, my scarf, hat, and gloves all matched which I modeled playfully.

“Let’s sit” she hurried.

“But we haven’t even taken off all our…”

“Nevermind that, just please come here” she implored sitting into the scarlet couch beside the fire.

As I sat next to her I watched as the flames danced across her face and her eyes trace my body from head to toe.  There was something off about her hair tonight.  In this light it almost looked synthetic.  But before I could think about it further Jennifer’s cherry lips pressed into mine with vigor and drew every breath from me.  Her hands squeezed at my breasts as her tongue found its way to my neck to suck and bite.  Her opposite hand dove between my woolen thighs and pressed against my warming pussy.  My moans filled the room as I felt her hands everywhere.  I reached over to return the favor, first slipping my fingers through her amazing sweater and over her heaving breasts to the waistband of her leggings.  She thwarted my attempts, knocking my hands away from her tights and replacing them with handfuls of wooly breast meat.  Our lips entangled and our moans filled the room with beautiful music.

“Let me play with you” her deep husky voice whispered.  Her tone almost lower now with arousal.

“I brought some fun toys.  Let’s play together.” 

I directed her to a box disguised with a red ribbon incase airport security had anything to say about it.  She brought the box over and opened it with wild eyes.

 “First I want to play with you” she said removing a translucent pink dildo from the box.

With a small tug she removed my tights and admired my glistening pussy basking in the firelight.  I began to remove my hat, gloves, and scarf when she shouted at me to stop.  I had wondered why she had kept her scarf on too, but now I saw this was all part of the plan and part of her kink.  With a sultry smile I sunk into the back of the couch and spread my legs for Jennifer.  Her tongue dashed to my clit, flicking and circling my sensitive nub.  My hips launched from the couch.  My body twisted in pleasure.  Her tongue dove deeper into my slit and opened my budding flower further.  I toppled onto the floor with my rear in the air and Jennifer dove her tongue into my tight ass. I bit the rim of my turtleneck in ecstasy.  I screamed with delight when her fingers found their way to my clit and rewarded her with a watery orgasm.  Now here I was on my back, splayed across the majestic bear skin rug.  The fur tickling my ass and Jennifer’s face between my thighs.  She lapped at my pussy for hours, rocking me to the core with orgasm after orgasm.  I pulled my sweater up to free my breasts and her sweet mouth followed, inhaling them fully and then licking at my swollen nipples.  Again she did not let up after more orgasms followed.  I reached for her but she withdrew.  Instead she silenced my actions by taking the pink dildo and driving it into my wet snatch.  My lips pulled in the silicone phallus as she thrust it back and forth.  My eyes rolled to the back of my head.  I couldn’t breathe.  The tassels of my unfurled scarf brushed against my swollen nipples. My body began to contort and a massive wave of euphoria poured out of me.  I thought this would be it as I begged her to let me taste her or at least return the favor.  But with a smile she began with the sweet torture again.  I lost track of time… and orgasms.  I was nothing more than a puddle on the floor.  My sweet sweater stained with sweat and lust.  I waited for the perfect moment and I pounced.

As she undid the scarf from her throat I used the opportunity to seize her and tie her hands loosely with it.

“Wait please” she begged.  Instead I leaned over her and stole a deep kiss from her protesting lips.

“Please, you don’t understand…” she continued to object as I wrestled to raise her sweater and free her breasts.  I was almost successful until I ground my pussy into her leg and felt a familiar extremity.  I jumped back.

“What the fuck?”  Shocked, I waited for an explanation.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you” she sighed.

“Show me your pussy” I demanded as I untied her hands.

With a small tug, Jennifer pulled down her tights to reveal her biggest secret of all… Jennifer was male! 

Out sprung forth a large juicy cock, pumping with blood and engorged to the tip.  My eyes widened with disbelief.

“No, this doesn’t make any sense!  You have tits!”

Jennifer lifted her sweater to show me the life-like breast pad beneath.

It was all starting to make sense.  I knew something had been off, but I never would have guessed this!

With a light tug I removed her wig to reveal little tufts of brown hair collected under a mesh cap.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you.  I should have told you sooner.  Jennifer is who you knew me as and I didn’t want to mess that up.  We were getting along so well and you seemed to like me.  You have no idea how much I have wanted you.  Seeing you every day at the office wearing all your cute sweaters.  Teasing me by hiking up your skirt just enough that I can see the scalloped edges of your stockings or bending over so I can see down your sweater.  It’s been torture.  I tried to keep my distance, but when we were chosen to come here together I knew I had to make my move.  You know our boss only hires women.  It was the only way I could get the job.  Yes, secretly, cross-dressing is what I do and I knew I could fool everyone this way, but I never meant to…”

   I smashed my lips against his to quiet his confession.  I didn’t care who he was or who he was     pretending to be and why.  All I knew is that in that moment I was excited by this revelation.  Pussy was nice but cock had always been my meat of choice.  I sucked the words from his mouth and felt his cock twitch beneath me.  I inched my way down his torso and enveloped his cock between my velvety lips.  My head bobbed up and down on his meaty shaft, sufficiently coating it with a thick layer of saliva.  My gloved hand reached for his perfectly round balls, full of juice, and rolled them between my fingers.  I then jerked his shaft with the woolen glove and heard his masculine groan for the first time.  I would get him to a boiling point and then ease away, playing with my pussy and letting him watch before coming back for seconds.  When his staff was at maximum length, I straddled his hips and gently leaned back, allowing him to feel every inch slide into my wet pussy.  I then rode him like a wild horse.  Bucking my hips and pounding our bodies against one another. I spun around, his cock still deep inside me, and rode him reverse cowgirl.  I loved watching his massive dick stretch me apart as it glided in and out and soon I showered him in multiple doses of my love potion.

 

            I crawled onto the floor like a kitten and stuck my ass in the air.  I spread my legs waiting for him to receive the message to enter me.  He sprung to his knees and slowly jammed his enormous pole into my deep cavern.  He pumped vigorously, his heavy balls banging against me with every thrust.  With my hair wrapped around his wrist, he pulled my head back for a passionate kiss.  Within a few moments I was cumming like a river.  He did not stop however.  He was merciless in his assault.  Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss had me losing grip with reality.  I looked back at him.  He was like an animal thrusting into me.  A beautifully elegant but strong animal.  The flames of the fire reflected on his face.  Was he my angel or my demon?  He was so many things at once.  Masculine and feminine.  Tender yet unyielding.  My seducer and my slave. I wanted it all!

 

With his leggings around his ankles he ordered me into his lap as he sat on the couch.  I eased him inside me and began to bounce when he told me to lean slightly over the back of the sofa.  It was then that I could feel the silicone head of the dildo fill my ass as he fucked me.  He held it in place and rammed himself into me simultaneously.  The pleasure of having both my holes filled at once was overwhelming.  My head started to spin and a burning rush of lava splashed out of me with such force, covering his cock in sweet dew.  It was seconds after that he groaned and reached for his shaft, bringing me to my knees as he held the ruby head back from unleashing its prize.  With a few swift strokes, his milk splashed into my mouth.  Its sweet warm taste dripped down my throat and stirred in my belly.  Small droplets dripped down my chin as I quickly tried to lap them up before they reached the soaked rim of my turtleneck.  We smiled at each other and starred out at the perfect storm brewing outside.

“Looks like we might get stuck here longer” he mentioned.

“I wouldn’t mind that at all” I giggled.

After a few moments of sitting still within the firelight, I had a chance to take him all in, every aspect and every part of him, real or not, male or female. 

“I have something to confess” I admitted. 

A look of panic crept across his face.  He shuffled in his seat and fidgeted with his crumpled sweater.

“Ok” he choked, readying himself for something awful.

I smiled devilishly.

“You make a really good looking woman.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love in the Pandemic: Chapter 2

Love in the Pandemic

Chapter 2

I pressed my thighs together as I walked, still reeling from the physical exchange that had just taken place in the produce department.  I had to get my mind back on track.  Oh yes, I needed to stop at the deli and get some meat and cheeses for sandwiches.  I made my way towards the back of the store where I was dismayed to find two gentlemen carrying on a conversation in front of the deli counter.  I huffed and lingered in the background as they continued talking about everything from sports to their dissatisfaction with the new mandatory facemask law.  Soon the delicatessen returned from the butcher block and joined in the conversation too, completely oblivious to my presence.  I rolled my eyes as they refused to move along.  Finally I was tired of waiting and sashayed between the two men bringing their conversation to a halt.

“Half a pound of Swiss cheese and turkey breast please.”

The delicatessen nodded and returned to the slicer.

“Oh, I almost forgot, half a pound of salami too.”

“You got it ma’am” he replied.

“Can’t forget that salami” the gentlemen to my left joked.  I pulled down my giant turtleneck just enough to shoot him a smile.  I was alarmed at his strikingly good looks.  His tussled sandy blonde hair hung slightly over his deep set eyes and his tall masculine frame strained from beneath his casual sweat suit.

“No we can’t” I purred back.

“I’m afraid we’re all out of Salami ma’am.  Perhaps I can interest you in something else?”

“Just the Swiss and turkey then please” I replied disappointed.

“Maybe we can help you find that salami elsewhere?” the man to my right interjected.

I looked the second man over from head to toe.  He was tan with dark features and a stunning build.

“Yes, I am sure you gentlemen would be a BIG help” I cooed.

I felt them inch closer until I could almost feel their hot breath on the nape of my neck through their facemasks.

Suddenly I could feel two rock hard rods each stabbing at my buttocks simultaneously.  As I bent over to drop my basket to the floor their poles battled for entrance between my thighs.

I reached back with both hands and stroked their hard members through the crotch of their pants.  Both grew in girth and size with my touch.  My fingers tugged at the loose material of their waistbands and sprung forth two jumbo salamis right into my waiting palms.

“Looks like you found what you were looking for after all” the blonde man whispered.

His voice made me moan and my insides liquefied.

With long hard strokes I molded their cocks into fleshy daggers which were a dangerous weapon to unleash in public, but the feel of their pulsing veins and protruding ridges made me weak.  My fingertips traced the bulbous heads, both leaking fluid of excitement.  I worked it between my palms to lube the shafts.  Both grew harder and groaned with small whimpers of pleasure.  My wrists twirled and circled every inch of them.  I backed my hips up into their laps so they could graze themselves against the soft fabric of my sweater.  I let out a little chuckle as they both struggled to breathe beneath their masks and react in a natural way that would not blow our cover.  I then tucked my hands inside the long wool sleeves of my sweater and slid their enormous poles through the soft folds of the material.  Each fiber tickled their engorged members, pleading for more, and aching for release over my delicate sweater.

   I was so caught up in my handy-work that I failed to notice the delicatessen had returned to the counter with my packaged meats.  With a stunned expression on my face, I looked below the glass to see his hand stroking the length of his penis.  With an amused grin I continued jerking the two gentlemen vigorously.  My panties were moist as the exhibitionist in me was receiving the spotlight.

   The two meaty shafts next to me were just about ready to blow so I needed to think quickly.  I licked my palms for lubrication and really milked the shafts to their boiling point.  With a few swift tugs their knees buckled and two thick streams of semen flew into the air like geysers.  After a few delayed spurts I hummed with delight and stuffed the swollen organs back into their pouches.

“Looks like we need a clean-up in the deli aisle” I winked at the delicatessen as I grabbed my parcels and left.

Love in the Pandemic: Chapter 1

Love in the Pandemic

Chapter One

            It was supposed to be a simple trip to the grocery store.  I just needed to pick up a few essentials.  It was the last few chilly days of March in New York so I took advantage of the cool weather by wearing one of my thickest sweaters with the tallest neck I could find.  Being that masks were still mandatory in New York, I figured my thick wool neck pulled up just under my eyes would be as good a defense as any.  I pulled the soft wool sweater over my shoulders, letting it caress my body as it fell to my waist.  The feeling sent shivers down my spine.  I buried my face beneath the massive turtleneck before admiring my form in the mirror.  I slipped on my snake-skin tights and high-heel boots, grabbed my keys, and headed out the door.

            Arriving at the grocery store I couldn’t help but notice the lack of cars in the parking lot.  I let out a deep sigh of relief.  Less exposure this way I thought.  I made my way inside and grabbed a basket.  Accessing the mental checklist in my memory, I headed for the produce aisle first.  Cantaloupes would make a perfect breakfast for the next couple of days.  The aisles were deserted so I took my time squeezing each melon looking for the perfect ripeness.  Suddenly out of nowhere a rouge hand reached out beside me.  Startled, I took in a deep breath of surprise and turned to see the gentlemen beside me.  We locked eyes for a few seconds.  I kindly stepped aside but he inched closer.  I watched as he fondled each fruit delicately.  Caressing the bumpy flesh of the cantaloupes with the tips of his fingers.  Tracing seductive images with smooth strokes.  His hands brushed over the round domes in soft sweeping motions and I felt my insides ignite.  It had been so long since I had felt the touch of a man since the pandemic started and my body tingled and ached to be touched.  Our hands moved closer to one another.  I could feel the electric current pulsing between them.

In a bold move I reached across him, leaning towards his solid frame, letting the arm of my sweater graze his hand.

“Sorry” I whispered.  I could tell he was smiling under his mask.  He moved in closer until we were almost shoulder to shoulder.

Suddenly I felt his hand reach out and touch mine.  I gasped and froze as his digits traveled up my arm caressing the soft wool of my sweater.  I turned towards him and melted into his welcoming arms as they pulled me close.  Both hands now reached up to molest my woolen breasts.  He massaged them and traced their curves as he had done the fruit.  He cupped them in his palms and kneaded them ferociously.  My chest heaved into his hands and my breathing became rigid.  I felt dizzy with excitement and my legs became weak.  My panties filled with a warm reaction.  I could feel his groin upon my leg now, grinding and thrusting into me as he groped my wooly treasures.  I could make out his jagged breathing and looked into his sapphire eyes as he pressed the wool deeper and deeper into my skin.  His fingertips turned red as he dug deeper into the billowy folds of my garment.  His hips jolted forward and his grasp became firm before he shuddered and released his hold.  I stared at him breathlessly for a few seconds, not sure if I should speak.  Before I could say a word, he gave me a wink, and left the aisle empty handed.  I suppose he got all the melons he needed that day!

            With a slight flush to my cheeks I smoothed my sweater and continued about the store in a euphoric daze.  Completely unaware of what would happen next!

"Knock Knock..."

"Knock Knock..." 

     Ken peered out his window at the winter storm raging out of control.  The icy winds and gigantic snowflakes created a blizzard so thick he wondered if the world outside had been swept away.  He sipped his hot coffee and thanked god he had made it home from work in time before the storm really hit hard.  Expecting a long lazy afternoon of television he changed into his sweatpants and his favorite thick black sweater and settled onto the couch under a layer of heavy blankets.  He enjoyed how the material clung to his body like a glove.  Something about the soft fabric against his naked skin relaxed him and sent a sexual charge throughout his body.

    Knock knock knock…

   “Who could that be?” Ken wondered “Who the hell would be out in this storm?”

Ken raced to the door and opened it.  His heart stopped in his chest.  His muscles froze. There stood a petite redhead flashing him a flirty smile.  The snow melted against her rosy cheeks as her long crimson locks swirled about her shoulders and down past her waist beneath her knitted pom-pom hat.

   “Hi… my car is in a snow bank just up the road and my cell-phone is dead.  Can I come in and use your phone and call for some help?”

Her voice and smile were intoxicating.  Ken had trouble picking his jaw up from the floor. Her ivory mittens tugged at her turtleneck hidden just below her coat.  Her green eyes sparkled as they pleaded to come in from the cold.  Ken felt his heart beating out of his chest.  The sound of it resonated into his eardrums.  A hot sweat overcame him despite the cool winds circulating through the door.  Her teeth chattered as she waited for his response.  Ken struggled to move… to talk… anything!

   “Oh… umm… yes of course.  Come on in” he stammered.

As she walked past him through the door he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume.

   “The phone is right back there on the table near the kitchen”

   “Thanks” she smiled.

He watched her hips sway towards the kitchen and felt his member twitch as she adjusted the bottom hem of her sweater.  Her high-heel boots clacked across the parquet floor as she disappeared within the shadowy room.

            Ken fidgeted with his hair, then the remote, then the couch pillows, and pretty much anything he could find as he waited for his mysterious visitor to return.  His leg bounced and his toes tapped the floor with nervous energy.

   “Bad news… looks like your phone lines are down” her voice said suddenly making Ken jump almost a mile.  She giggled at his reaction.

   “Really… and of course this would be the one day I leave my cell-phone at the office” he said checking his pockets.

   “I’m sure the lines will be fixed soon.  In the meantime, you are welcome to stay here.  Nobody should be out in that storm” he chuckled.

  “Tell me about it!  But seriously, you don’t mind?

  “Not at all.  Make yourself at home.”

  “Thanks” she purred.  Her pursed lips smirking at him as if begging to be kissed.  She slowly unzipped her parka and flung it off her shoulders revealing a soft white wool sweater.  The turtleneck caressed her porcelain face and cupped her delicate chin.  Her bountiful breasts pressed against the fabric, begging to be free.  She then removed her fur-trimmed gloves, hat, and boots and set them by the door.  Ken could not help but notice her ample backside when she bent over.  She smoothed the bottom of her sweater down over her hips and thighs before joining Ken on the couch.  Ken felt a shiver run through his body as he watched her tug at the collar of her sweater and bite it ever so seductively.

   “So… the office huh?  What do you do if I may ask?” her soft voice inquired.

   “Oh you know, a little of this, and a little of that.  I work sales mostly.”  Ken tried to play it coy.

   “What about you?  What would bring you out on the most awful of winter days?”

   “Work mostly” she giggled, still brushing the turtleneck between her fingers.  The sight was causing Ken’s groin to swell.

   “And what kind of work do you do?”

   “Oh… a little of this and that too” she flirted.

Ken let out a raucous laugh and shuffled in his seat embarrassed.  She seemed to be awfully secretive but he was determined to find out more about this snow angel.

   “No, seriously” he probed.

She cocked her head to the side and seduced him with her big green eyes.

   “Take a guess” she tempted.

Ken blushed and shook his head before blurting out “Sweater model?”

Panic set in.  Would she be insulted for basing his opinion on her looks?  Would it look too obvious that he was checking her out this whole time?  In turn, would he look perverted or creepy?  They were strangers after all, so perhaps his comment would make her feel uncomfortable.  He scolded himself and then searched her face for a reaction.

Her lips curled into a seductive smile and her eyes glistened from beneath her long lashes.  She leaned forward placing her hand on his knee and squeezed it subtlety. 

   “How did you guess” she giggled.

Ken bit his tongue from saying anything provocative.  He shrugged his shoulders and laughed nervously.  He could see the fabric of his sweatpants starting to rise.

Oh god no! He panicked.

  “That’s funny because I could have said the same for you before you told me you were in sales.”

  “Well perhaps I sell sweaters” Ken joked.

Stupid Ken… stupid joke! He scolded himself.

  “We seem to have a lot of time on our hands.  Why don’t you try out some of your techniques on me?”

  “Excuse me?” Ken gulped.  Was she suggesting something more?

  “Go ahead Mr. Salesman.  See if you can get me to buy that sweater right off your back.  Although, I do have to say I prefer it better on you.” she winked.

Her hand ran up the sleeve of his sweater caressing the black wool as her fingernails traced the cabled pattern around his muscles.

He felt the blood suddenly rush to his private zone.  Liquid lava spun violently inside his hidden volcano.

  “You can touch mine too if you want.  You obviously seem to like it” she leaned over and whispered in his ear.

  “Okay, I was just joking about the whole sweater salesman thing… and I’m not quite sure what’s going on here…” Ken explained in a state of panic and intrigue.

  “You’re right… I’m sorry!  I should really go” she apologized before bolting towards the front door.

  “No, please, don’t go” Ken pleaded.

She ignored him and began to gather her belongings.

  “Please wait, I’m sorry.  I thought you were trying to… it’s just a misunderstanding…”  His words trailed off as he tensed with embarrassment.  He couldn’t let her get away.

In desperation he lunged towards the door and grabbed the anonymous beauty, pushing her up against the wall with a fiery kiss.  He dug his groin into her thigh and his hands traveled up to her soft fluffy mounds.

   She sighed breathlessly and spun around so he could grind his hard pole into her backside.  His hands reached out for the collar of her sweater which he pulled up over her face and then down around the base of her neck.  He then planted thousands of fevered kisses along the base of her throat.  She moaned and arched her back.  His cock was now at full attention.  Suddenly she spun around and yanked at the waistband of his sweatpants forcing them to the ground.  She fell to her knees and gobbled his thick cock in between her silky lips.  Her head bobbed back and forth against his member.  Her tongue swirled around its base and devoured him.  He placed a hand on the back of her head and forced himself down her throat.  She stared up at him as tears welled in her eyes.  She smiled like she loved it.  Excess saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth and fell onto the neck of her sweater and breasts.  Her soft hand lifted to rub the underside of his scrotum and fondled his balls between her fingers.  Her other hand massaged his ass and forced him further into her throat.

Ken couldn’t believe this was happening.  He steadied his pace so he would not blow too soon, but the sight of his member sliding in and out of her juicy lips, with the tip of her turtleneck grazing just beneath them, was almost too much to bear.  Two hands now grasped the base of his cock and twirled in a clockwise and counter-clockwise motion, creating a sensation of euphoric bliss as her slick digits kneaded every muscle and vein down below.  He was coming close to the breaking point.

     “Come here” he growled taking her by the hair and forcing her to her feet.

He kicked aside his pants and tore at the zipper of her jeans.  He slid them down her silky legs and took a moment to stroke her bum and pubic region through her lacey thong.  With one forceful tug, he ripped them off and flung them onto the floor next to the growing heap of discarded clothes.  He inhaled her scent and brushed his fingers through her small patch of pubic hair.  Taking her by the waist he hoisted her up onto the arm of the sofa.  She fell back into the pillows with her legs spread, allowing him full access.  His face dived into her sweet mound and he found himself lapping at her juices as if he was famished.  She moaned louder and louder as he focused solely on her clitoris.  He watched her lips unfold like a flower and change from pink to red.  They pulsed and opened with each breath and within moments a small stream of liquid splendor gushed from her tender rose.

   “More… more!” she cried.

So again Ken slithered his tongue like a snake up and down her sleek valley.  Her hands clutched at her sweater breasts and searched for her nipples underneath.  It wasn’t long before she came again and Ken could hold back no more.

He stood between her legs, his hard cock rubbing her swollen mound until he was slick with her juices.  He pressed his head between her open petals and slid deep within her garden of wonder.  The heat resonating from her love hole was excruciatingly delightful as it engulfed him within, tightening around his member with an unrelenting force.  Ken slowly pumped his hips, each time loosening the barrier within until he was balls deep inside her lovely flower.  He looked down at his mystery lover, her face flush and lips moist with lust.  Her delicate fingers danced across her erect nipples and up to the neck of her sweater where she played and rubbed the wool collar into her face. Ken reached out and bounced her amazing sweater tits within his hands.  He manipulated them between his palms until her hips pushed forward begging for friction.  He grabbed her by the hips and started slamming his cock in and out of her violently.  Her breasts bounced wildly into her face.  He looked down and watched his member gliding in and out of her wet pussy.

   “Yes fuck me!” she repeated over and over again.

To reciprocate, Ken lifted his leg onto the couch and rammed into her deeper.  His dream woman reached out for him, grabbing him by the hem of his sweater, and running her hands up and down his knitted chest.  The sensation drove Ken wild.

However, when he felt his balls tighten and his brain go numb, he knew cumming now was not the reaction either of them wanted.  He quickly pulled out and took a few deep breaths.  Sweat dripped down his back and his skin broke out in a fever rash.  He reached for the bottom of the sweater to remove it.

   “No… don’t take it off” she begged.

With a seductive smile she motioned for him to sit next to her on the couch.

She flung her legs about his waist, straddling his lap.  His eyes focused on her amazing assets.  Her hands once again ran up and down the length of his sweater in a repetitive pattern.  Her hips swayed back and forth, rubbing her pussy against his rigid member.  Her breathing once again became shallow and her moans grew louder.  Ken’s hands wrapped around her midsection and guided her towards his erection.  She crushed her clit into his stiff rod until she tipped her head back and screamed.  A hot river of molten sex splashed around his penis, and with that Ken desired to be inside her once again.  She raised her hips and impaled herself on his sturdy pole.  He felt nothing but sheer bliss as she bounced up and down on his manhood.  Her sweater tits swayed in his face and the white material tickled his nose.  She came again and again until Ken lost count.  He was now focused on staying in control of his own ejaculation.

     Before he could give the signal of a possible eruption, she dismounted his lap and crawled to the floor.  She pushed the coffee table aside and displayed her backside to him on all fours.  His tongue dove towards her ass.  He teased her puckered hole with the tip of his tongue before placing his throbbing member between her legs once again and pushing straight into her cavern.  Her ample bottom bounced off his thighs as he tore into her pussy.  He could feel every curve of her canal gripping him tighter and tighter.  He leaned forward and pulled her turtleneck straight up and over her face.  She called out loving the gesture.  Seeing her like this made Ken attack her ferociously.  He showed no mercy as he plowed into her like a jackhammer.  Ken could not believe this was happening to him.  His ultimate fantasy was finally coming true.  Here was a beautiful woman who adored him in a sweater and obviously loved wearing them herself.  On top of that very important fact, he was fucking her!  He hadn’t even caught her name, but here she was on all fours loving every moment he was within her.

      Ken knew he couldn’t last much longer.  He took a few more deep strokes and jumped to his feet. 

   “Bring that pretty face over here” he ordered.

She knelt below his swollen member, waiting for her reward.  With a few tugs, he let out a growl and released a creamy waterfall of sperm that fell about her face and mouth and mixed into the fibers of her sweater.  She licked her lips swallowing her salty prize.  Weak and unable to stand, Ken fell to the floor beside her.  They both looked into each others eyes and began to giggle at how quickly things had escalated.  She curled up into his chest, tracing a finger against his soaked sweater.

   “I have a confession to make.” She whispered.

   “What’s that?” he inquired.

She looked up at him with an innocent look.

   “Your phone lines weren’t really down” she blushed.

There was a deafening silence until Ken burst out laughing. She joined in the amusement until they both had tears coming out of their eyes.

   “That’s okay…because I didn’t really leave my cell-phone at the office.”

With an irritated grin she playfully smacked him with one of the couch pillows.

What could have been a miserable night became the best day of his life.

He couldn’t think of a better way to spend a cold winter evening.

Origins of Sweater Queen

How did you find your love of sweaters and what made you pursue this fetish? 

It is a common question I get asked time and time again from many in the community.  So I figured I would do a little long-overdue explaining to satisfy any of your curious minds out there.

I would guess it started somewhere around 1997-1998.  This is when I first put on a turtleneck and felt a “connection.”  I had worn them before, but never felt an attraction to others or myself in them.  In fact, before this, I was never a fan of sweaters at all.  I was young and under the impression that the more skin you showed a man, the more they paid attention to you.  So needless to say, crop tops and tight fitting low-cut shirts were usually my attire of choice.  However, this one day, I put on a thin cotton t-neck, and yes strangely, it changed my life forever. 

It was brown, like chocolate, and my hair was flaming red.  I thought the two looked so nice together.  I had skimped on doing laundry that week and needed something in a hurry for work.  The sweater was a hand-me-down of my mothers and I always had the impression that turtlenecks made people look older… not exactly what I wanted at 18.  I was skinnier then and the sweater clung to me and flattered me wonderfully.  It was when I really looked at myself and became instantly turned on by... a sweater of all things! 

When I went to work that day I noticed I was receiving so much attention from men who never knew I existed or never even looked at me sideways before.  I got so many stares and head-turns and it boosted my confidence sky-high!  I had men waiting on me hand and foot that day… getting me coffee… asking me out to lunch… willing to take on some of my extra workload… it was amazing!

So assuming it was just the awesomeness of ME that was making all these guys drool, I wore one of my cute little regular tops to work the next day... and… nothing!  Suddenly the attention was gone.  I was back to being Cinderella before she went to the Ball.  It puzzled me.

So later that week, me and a friend were going out shopping, and I had a thought to experiment with my theory.  I threw on a tight fitting pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and that same chocolate turtleneck and went out.  Again… the attention was amazing.  I couldn’t believe it.  We had guys following us all over the mall.  One came and gave me his number.  A few others tried to strike up some (rather lame) conversations with me.  Men from every store followed us around and flirted like lost puppies.  It HAD to be the turtleneck I came to the conclusion.

I felt so empowered and this sexual energy surged through me.  I felt confident and attractive.   I noticed every time I wore that sweater I felt like a seductress on the prowl and gradually the feelings grew and intensified.  I felt I was more noticed in something more covered up and less revealing than my usual crop tops and tank-tops. I loved the power and attention wearing sweaters got me.  And as you can imagine, as soon as I discovered this power, I was starting to fill my closet with more sweaters. 

Soon after discovering my new passion, I began seeing others in sweaters and felt fascinated by them or attracted to the person in the sweater (depending) or both.  This pertained to men or women.  In the bedroom, it was a change to keep the clothes on (well… for the most part) and there I could almost play the porn star and the sweetheart all in the same session.  Some men were intrigued by it and gave it a try, but others just thought it was weird or some body-sensitivity issue.

Then there was the issue of fabric. Being that my body is so sensitive, different materials and fabrics all had a unique impact on my libido.  Since I can remember, I have been addicted to satin.  I can’t resist touching it.  When I felt a soft sweater caress me like a satin gown would, it was the same addictive feeling that just set my blood on fire.  It set me on a road to discovery to experience all the different types of materials out there and which ones I found most erotic and for a myriad of different reasons. 

When I started dating someone who had the same kinks as me I thought I must be dreaming.  Like most do at first, I thought I was the only one and that people found me “weird” if I expressed anything about it.  He introduced me to a whole world of sweater pleasures and got me into the bigger sweaters, larger necks, and a new array of materials.  Now I had so many options to suit my moods or desires. One day he asked to take some photos of me (for his own purposes) and I allowed him.  Well, unbeknownst to me at the time, he went ahead and put those up on Flickr because he wanted to show me off a little.  I had been modeling for a friend’s photography studio so he probably figured I wouldn’t mind.  Regardless, they were a big hit almost overnight.  He then brought it to my attention as a “surprise” (which at that exact moment I wasn’t 100% excited about, lol.)  When I saw the response I was flattered.  I had always had such poor self-esteem and this was a delightful ego-boost. 

After developing a large fan-base in such a short amount of time, my endeavors proceeded towards a more professional approach to share quality work with those who shared my passions.  From there, I found a whole community full of people who had the same thoughts and feelings just like me.  When more and more people discovered an actual sweater-girl was in their midst… well the attention and admiration just got stronger.  I began to discover what giving back to the community gained me.  Now I wasn’t just modeling for him… I was modeling for the world!  Hence, Sweater Queen was born and became a household name.  And so… everything continued on from there…and hopefully will for awhile yet!

 

I have been at this for about 7 years now, and my closet continues to swell with new garments.  Currently I believe I own somewhere around 300?  Perhaps I should make another tally soon.  In my opinion, women are a lot like sweaters.  There are so many comparisons.  They are soft, comforting, and sensitive (as in the materials against the skin.)  Beautiful, eye-catching, alluring, and desirable.  You just can’t help but want to touch.  And yes, some can even be a little bit complicated. *wink*

People tell me it is hard to sometimes pin-point what exactly brought on their fetish of choice.  I am happy to say I can recall the exact moments of my transformation and will revel in it always!

 

Vanilla Sunday - Part 3

...or perhaps that's Sundae?  Either way, don't I look good enough to lick in this soft white angora tneck with matching boots?
Sweater made by:  http://stores.ebay.com/katalinsdesign/
Another New Years treat to add to my collection!

Still Ringing in the New Year... and Sweaters: Part 2

Another new beauty to add to my collection.  A soft pink angora turtleneck made by:  http://stores.ebay.com/katalinsdesign/

...and new boots as well !!!  :-D

New Year's Treat - Part 1

Happy New Years Everyone!  As a special treat, I thought I would share some of my Christmas goodies with you all on the very first day of the year... and there is more to come!!!

We'll start with this lovely powder blue angora cable-knit sweater.  Great thick neck and SUPER soft!

For more amazing sweaters like this, please visit:  http://stores.ebay.com/katalinsdesign/
Cable-Knit Socks made by Lands End.

Another Xmas sweater pic coming soon...
XOXO