Oh... Canada! (Story)

    I met Alexandre at a business meeting in Ottawa recently.  I was immediately attracted to his strong muscular frame, hauntingly blue eyes and authentic smile.  He looked to be in his early 30’s and loomed over me in height.  His cheeks dimpled as he introduced himself in his heavy French accent.  My body immediately went flush as I hoped he would not notice the singe of my burning palm as he gently grasped my hand to shake it.  I also noticed he was not wearing a wedding ring.  It struck me odd that some lucky gal had not snagged this fine specimen for herself.  He offered me the open seat next to him and pulled the chair out for me like a true gentleman.

    Throughout the meeting I tried desperately to focus, but I kept finding myself searching Alexandre’s face.  I memorized his mannerisms, noticed his perfectly white teeth when he laughed, and watched as wisps of dark hair hung in stands about his face tickling his temples.  His eyes would periodically catch mine and burn deep, forcing me to blush and look away embarrassed.  It was then I noticed him doing little things to try and grab my attention.  He doodled on his ledger and wrote little notes on the folding pad placed between us about his boredom with the presentation.  I felt like a child again as he tried his best to make me laugh, forcing me to keep my hand cupped over my mouth to prevent any laughter from escaping.  I enjoyed his humor, but when it came time for him to discuss a few issues, he was all business.  I was impressed listening to him speak.  He spoke intelligently as his French and English words fused together eloquently making my thighs melt.  My hands raced to adjust my tight black skirt just for an excuse to assess the moistness of my panties.  After he had finished his speech he sat down beside me and scribbled something onto the pad.  Was I too boring?  I jotted back my response explaining just how impressed I was.  I watched as he read the note and held back an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.  It read all over his face as his lips pursed to hold back an ominous smile.  The tables had turned now as I felt his gaze upon me constantly and every so often I would shift my eyes to catch him.  Looking up from under my long eyelashes and curling my lips in a playful smile.  I started doing little things to tease him.  I moved about in my chair just enough to raise my skirt up a few inches to reveal the scalloped lace edge of my stocking and long satin string of my garter belt.  I grasped the large wool collar of my black cabled turtleneck and rubbed the soft fabric against the satiny skin of my neck and cheeks.  I bit the end of my pen and caressed my wet lips with it, running it back and forth… back and forth… until finally inserting the tip into my warm mouth.  I believe he picked up on my subtle hints, for the numerous shifts in his chair led me to believe I was doing my job well… and not the one I had been sent there for.  As the meeting was drawing to a close, I watched him scribble one last thing onto the pad.  “Would you like to have a drink with me after this?”

 “Oui” I wrote back.

    Since I did not know my way around Ottawa that well, he offered to drive and picked me up at the front door.  It was just starting to rain so he exited the car and shielded me with his jacket before opening the door and helping me into my seat.  Once inside, he asked if I was okay with stopping by his apartment so he could throw on a quick change of clothes.  Since I was not usually partial to the suit & tie look on a guy, I was more than willing to allow this.  We arrived a little after 5:00 at his stark yet tastefully decorated bachelor pad.   I walked around his living room, thumbing through his CD and DVD collection and taking note of what we had in common as I waited patiently.  I looked to the tables and walls at family photos but none of what I would consider to be his significant other.  I searched for traces of a female presence in his bathroom.  No makeup or toiletries or even an extra toothbrush.  As I paced past his bedroom door, I noticed his large open closet and what appeared to be a men’s crew-neck Icelandic sweater.  I called out to ask if he was decent and when I got the all clear I ran to the hanging garment.  It was the only one like it as I inspected his other wears, and it was beautiful.  It was black with the typical Nordic pattern along the top trimmed in white and grey.  The texture was so soft that I almost could not resist rubbing it upon myself. 
  “I love this” I exclaimed.  I held it to my face and breathed in its scent deeply.
  “You want me to wear this?” he questioned.  When he saw the giant smile plastered on my face he obliged by removing the previous shirt and letting the baggy wool slide down over his lean body.  At that moment I got a small glimpse of his hard abs and defined chest which sent me swooning.  The sweater hung loose about his torso and arms but his broad chest and tone muscles were still accentuated. 
  “You like?” he asked while showing off his physique.  I made it known that I approved very much. “We match with sweaters now, but I am afraid I don’t look half as good as you do in one” he joked.  However, he could not be more wrong!

    He took me to a small pub just outside Gatineau.  The conversation flowed very easily between us and we chatted for two hours straight before we were aware of the time. We agreed there was an eerie feeling as if we had known each other a long time before this.  He told me how he was born and raised in Quebec and I was very impressed when he told me about his old hockey playing days.  I asked him about his relationship status and he told me he had been single for quite a while now.  He explained how he had been in some serious relationships but realized just how toxic they were and now he was waiting for the right woman to come along. He told me how he was raised to be a gentlemen and he was not about sleeping with tons of women simply just to do so.  He was living life to the fullest but admitted that it did get lonely from time to time with no one there to share it with.  He was passionate in stating he wanted to be loved for who he was and not what he had to offer.  I sensed the fact he needed to hear a bit of appreciation so I decided to please his ego just a bit.  I remarked on how I was impressed to find such a lovely sweater hanging in his closet and how attractive it looked on him. He beamed from ear to ear. 

  “You really have a love for this sweater” he laughed.  It was then that I explained my affinity for fuzzy things and my fetish for sweaters.  Assuming he would think me strange, I attempted to explain, but he assured me he could understand the attraction. 

  “It is not something you hear of everyday” he admitted.  “…but if all women looked as good as you do in a sweater, than perhaps I too shall develop your fetish” he said as his hand brushed over my knee.  Whether an accident or on purpose, the instant effect sent shockwaves through my veins.  I think he felt the same. 

  “I am really glad to have met you and have really enjoyed myself tonight” he kindly smiled as his gorgeous blue eyes stared deep into mine. 

  “Then why should the fun end?” I boldly responded. 

Seriousness washed over him as he finished the last of his beer and whispered “Where are you staying tonight?”

  “I originally planned on driving back to New York, but it’s late and I hate driving in the dark so…”

  “Stay with me” he pleaded, mingling his fingertips with mine.

I took one last sip of my drink and leaned towards him, brushing my lips against his ear and whispering “Go get the car…”

    The drive back to his apartment started off awkward as we sat in a state of silence.  We both knew what we wanted to happen but could not get there soon enough.  He sped through slick rain-covered streets in a fury to get us there.  I didn’t want to break his concentration as I switched on the radio to dispel the quiet.  Only minutes after did he set the knob to off and begin confessing his intentions.

  “I don’t want you to get the wrong impression of me.  This is not something I normally do.  I just feel so comfortable around you.  From the moment I saw you this morning I was hypnotized and I swear I have never felt such a strong desire for a woman in my life.  I’m sorry, I just have to be honest here because…”

  “Shhh” I hushed putting my finger to his lips.  “You don’t need to explain.  If I did not think you were a decent man, I wouldn’t be here now.”

I unbuckled my seat-belt and turned to him, running my hands over his wool covered chest.  My hands covered every inch of his sweater and then proceeded lower and lower until my fingertips hit the edge of his waistband.  I heard him swallow hard as he anticipated me touching the bulge that was now prominent in his jeans.  Being the tease I am, I skipped past it and massaged his thigh with one hand while the other traced the incline of his neck. 

  “I don’t want you to think I just do this with anyone either.  You’re special Alexandre, know why?  Many men would love nothing more than to be with me, and tonight, you have that privilege.  I could choose any of them if I wanted, but I want you.  Any two people can make a spark, but it takes the right two to create an inferno.”

     In a few short moments we reached our destination and he helped me up the stairs to his second floor loft.  Once inside, he turned to lock the door.  Immediately following he came up behind me, grabbed my hips, and forced me to him.  I could feel his hard member pressing into my buttocks.  His lips attacked the length of my neck as he sucked and nibbled on the sensitive flesh.  His hands found their way to my chest as he kneaded my sweatered breasts within them.  My hands reached up to undo the hairclip and bobby-pins that held my long hair atop my head.  It fell in a cascade of loose curls and he buried his face within it, sucking in the sweet smell of honeysuckle and lavender.  I could hear him begin to groan as I rocked my hips into his lower region and he responded by slowly lifting the bottom of my skirt, parting my thighs, and reaching around to find the sweet soaked valley of my satin panties.  His fingers found the outline of my swollen clit through the fabric and he tenderly massaged it until I began to scream out in rapture.  Another minute of it and I would have came, but thankfully I felt his breath upon my ear as he whispered “Come with me to bed” in his intoxicating accent.

    Like walking on clouds, he led me by hand into the bedroom where we were immediately bathed in moonlight streaming in from the tall arch windows.  His fingers ever so gently grasped my chin to tilt my head up towards his.  He stared into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity before placing the first fiery kiss upon my lips.  It took the breath out of me completely.  I softly moaned as he pressed deeper into my mouth and felt my toes curl instantly.  I instinctively reached for the waist of his pants, unbuttoned them, and attempted to force them down so I could take hold of his protruding manhood through his briefs.  He kicked the jeans to the side before lifting the back of my skirt.  His strong hands grasped and forced my plump ass to him as he ground himself into my aching wetness.  He broke our series of long lingering kisses to nibble on my earlobe before reciting sentences in French which made me gush and shiver with desire.  I didn’t care what he was saying; I just know it sounded good.  His arms worked to remove my bra, but before he could remove my sweater I stopped him. 

  “No, leave it on.  I want to show you just how good sweater sex can be.”  He laughed a little before I grasped his hands in mine and forced them onto my sweater clad body.   

  “Now… really feel me” I ordered.  I could feel the tickle of every thread as he blended the thick wool and my skin together as one.  My nipples became swollen as the fabric brushed past them vigorously.  The soft texture set my flesh on fire and my head flung back in a moan of ecstasy.

He crossed his arms in attempt to remove his own sweater, but I stopped him mid-pull.

  “Keep yours on too” I smiled.  He flashed me a grin before returning to my mouth for another series of burning kisses.

His fingers became tangled in my hair before sliding their way down my torso to finally unzip my tight skirt.  As it hit the floor he looked at me and said “I want to taste you.  Let me please you for as long as you wish.”

  “That is exactly what I wanted to hear” I sighed. 

He placed his fingertips under the lace strings of my thong and pulled them to the ground.  He ran his warm hands up and down my smooth black stockings before returning to me once again for a long drawn out kiss.  He supported my back as he laid me upon the bed, pressing himself on top of me and making sure to cover every inch of my body with long wet kisses.  His lips left a trail of fire from my neck all the way down to my navel before he stopped and ran his finger over my wet slit.   He touched and teased my inner thighs and vulva before burying his tongue deep within my pussy.  He ate me for what seemed like hours.  Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss had his face flooded with my love juices.  He knew all the spots to hit to make me squirm.  My limbs became weak and my mind went fuzzy after awhile.  Knowing he probably needed a break as well, I instructed him to lie next to me and rest.  He was extremely tender as he held me close and I licked his lips clean of my residue. 

    The term whispering sweet nothings took on a whole new meaning as he recited French lines to me while his fingers dipped deep inside me, bringing on a new series of violent reactions from deep within.  Without provocation, his opposite hand slipped from under me and up around my wool collared neck applying adequate pressure to make my lungs work for air.  The fact I had never revealed my fondness for erotic asphyxiation led me to wonder how he had tapped into that portion of my mind.  The thought of our desires feeding off of one another and literally reading each others thoughts sent me over the threshold.  I could not control the screams or the shuddering of my body as I flooded his fingers with my silken cream and watched as it ran down his palm in liquid beads. 
  “I want to be inside you” he whispered.
  “Oh, no no, I haven’t returned the favor yet.”
I flipped myself on top of him, grinding my hips into his erect form.  I bent forward to place a sweet kiss on his cheek and pressed my hands firmly into the intricate stitching of his sweater.  I ground the fibers deeply into him, filling every pore with pure wool perfection.  I allowed my hands to slide underneath, sending electric currents as my velvet touch made contact with his muscular frame.  I ran the sweater up and down his torso while my ass bounced on his contained member.
  “Can you feel that?” I asked
  “Yes… yes… yes…” he repeated as deep guttural groans took over his soothing sighs.
   
    I inched my way down to the floor and planted my knees firmly as I tugged at the dark colored briefs that clung to his magnificent penis.  As I pulled them off I noticed how chiseled his pelvic muscles were and gasped as his large cock sprung forth from the constraining fabric.  It pulsed with life as I traced a large vein up the shaft.  I took it firmly in my hand as he called out in a foreign tongue.  In slow-motion I stroked him from base to head listening to the sounds escaping the back of his throat.  My lips circled his balls with feathery pecks which followed the same path up the shaft and to the tip.         

   “Please… put me in your mouth” he coaxed as his hips thrust towards the warm opening.  Knowing full well that’s what he wanted, I decided to stall a bit and introduce him to a new pleasure.  Placing his cock between my sweatered tits, I jerked his dick between them and watched as he writhed in blissful torment.

  “Oh my god that feels good” he bellowed as I looked up to see sweat pouring from his brow.

  “I told you I would show you how fun sweater sex could be.”

    Realizing he was drastically close to the edge, I released him and watched him bounce around as the blood pumped through the shaft turning his head a dark shade of purple.  To keep things steady, I first inhaled his balls into my mouth one by one, flicking the fleshy sacks and massaging them between my fingers as I continued upwards.  I painted lines up and down the length of his cock with the tip of my tongue before circling the sensitive head.  Listening to his moans turn to animalistic growls, I obliged him by sucking the head a while before taking him all in.  I bobbed up and down on his impressive rod before letting him really reach the back of my throat.  I gagged the first few times, not used to his girth, but forced him back in to violate my tonsils.  My well lubricated hand slide in succession with my lips pressed tight.  His hips bucked in unison and before he had a chance to blow I quickly removed him.  This continued on for some time and he loved every moment.  Sweet torture I applied again and again until he was begging to fuck me.

    When he could take no more, he reached down and cradled my ass in his arms lifting me into his lap.  Our scarlet lips battled ferociously before I grasped his thickness and impaled myself on his stiff pole.  In one synchronized movement we were finally one.  Our correlating groans of penetration pierced the night air.  My hips rocked back and forth in perfect rhythm feeling myself become completely filled by him.  I pushed him back upon the bed and worked my middle to grind him in as deep as he could go. I would glide upwards on him slowly while clenching him tight with my vaginal muscles.  My speeds varied to match his moans.  Like a reward, the louder he got the harder I rode him. I lifted my sweater to revel my full bouncing tits and leaned over his face, forcing one nipple into his hot mouth.  His hips furiously slammed into me as I smothered him with one breast and then the other, making sure both got equal attention.  His arms encircled my waist forcing me down harder on his cock.

  “Oh yes baby” he repeated over and over until I grabbed him by the throat and placed my lips to his ear and demanded “Call me your queen.”

    In one fluid movement he tossed me aside and stood firm on the floor.  He poked my ass with his cock before allowing me to arch my back and allow him entry from behind.  He fucked me with hard deep thrusts causing his balls to knock into my slick thighs.  He was like an uncaged beast savagely tearing into his prey.  Unsure of his intentions, I felt his hands leave my hips and come up to the neck of my sweater.  He unfolded it and stretched it over my face, covering my entire head.  He grasped the material in the ball of his fist which made it taut against my face.  I could feel the excitement building inside me.  I screamed out his name over and over again hoping the feeling would never end.  I could hear him grunting “Take it my queen… take it…” as my cries shot through the room.  With a tremendous shudder my body went into convulsions.  My limbs locked and I felt a strong gush leak out onto his manhood.

  
    With a satisfied groan he removed his member, dripping with my sugary juices, and came to lie behind me on the bed as I collapsed in a ball.  With no hesitation he lifted my leg and entered me once again.  He again pulled the neck up, this time just enough to cover my mouth, and placed his hand around my neck.  He pumped in long deep strokes allowing me to feel his entire unit and experience every inch.  Again he spoke in another language to lull me under his spell.  As his thrusts became harder and deeper, I could not help but cry out.  He inserted three fingers into my mouth for me to suck on.  His free hand fondled my sweater tits.  I reached down between my parted legs and manipulated his balls as he fucked me.  I felt them grow tight as I again shot another hot spasm all down his shaft.  He called out in a thunderous groan and I knew he was ready to cum.

  “Please… not yet” I begged.

  “Can you take more of me my queen?”

  “Yes, give me more” I ordered rolling on to my back and spreading my legs wide for him.  I toyed with my clit, rubbing it and watching him jerk his cock before me.  As his tongue leaned in to invade my mouth, I felt him push into my tight hole once more.  He stared straight into my eyes as he tore my pussy apart.  With every pump I felt him stretch me wide and stimulate every nerve ending previously untouched.  My hands roamed his flexing sweatered muscles and slid the soft wool up and down his drenched body.   Our screams led to a shouting match that we could not control as our voices beckoned the sweet agony of release.  Hearing him brought me to the very peek and I burst in a puddle of watery sin as seizures paralyzed my body and drained me of all life.

   Just as I caught my breath he called out that he was about to cum.  He pulled out frantically, threw me to the floor and ripped the sweater from my back.  In rapid haste, he tied the loose ends around the base making him a thick fuzzy cockring.  I watched his balls rise in anticipation and was mesmerized by watching him jerk himself with my sweater.  I opened my mouth and readied myself for his big load.  After a few demonic grunts and a string of expletives, he unloaded a stream of thick hot sperm onto my face, into my mouth, and onto my breasts.  I tilted my head allowing him to smoothly run down the back of my throat, admiring the exotic taste of his ejaculation.  He collapsed with perspiration flowing and I watched him glisten in the moonlight as his chest heaved attempting to catch breath.  He reached for me, planting romantic kisses all over my fevered skin. 
As he held me in his arms later that night he began to laugh.

  “What is it?” I asked.

His baby blues twinkled like stars as he replied with the brightest smile “You were right… sweater sex IS fun!”