"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.