Knitting Mania
The woman sat in the overstuffed chair nestled in the corner between two shelves of books. Her needles clicked! clacked! in the silence in the deserted library. No one browsed these books. They were collectors editions with beautiful leather-bound casings embossed with gold foil titles. The smell of the libary, musty, dusty, and always a bit sensual to Mollie. The smell of books, the smell of language, the smell of words became to her the smell of lust. Click! Clack! Click! Clack! her needles nicked one as the other nicked back. She jokingly said to her family and friends that she could knit naked in the room and no one would ever know. But this was Mollie. And she would never? would she? And they laughed nervously. They feared they did not know Mollie, little mousy Mollie, as well as they thought they did.
Mollie was sitting in her chair calmly knitting her scarf. It was a beautiful plum colored yarn that was so luxurious and soft she wanted to curl up in it. And so she began to loop the yarn around herself but found her outer clothing made the task cumbersome. So first flew off her gorgeous homemade sweater. It landed with a sigh in a heap. But she still struggled really truly to feel the softness of the yarn. Off came a shirt, a cami, and then she decided after only a brief hesitation to let go of any attachments to the bra. Her breasts flew perky and poise, her skin creamy white, her nipples held high the mast in their ruddy pink glow. She tried to drape the yarn over her breasts mainly to hide the fact she was half naked. But it wouldnt stay where she wanted it.
Then, a knock came at the door. Mollie froze. The door creaked open. Mollie stood frozen with her hands in mid-air. The other woman just stared at her. Mollie was a sight. She stood unmoving with her arms up in the air. Yarn was loosed from the hank and stretched across her bare skin and bare perky breasts, and up over her head and face.
The woman approached her slowly, as not to startle Mollie. My name is Joyce, she said. You look absolutely amazing. This fiber is simply ravishing on you. But I do have to ask, what the fuck are you doing?? Mollie still frozen didnt answer her, wishing secretly she could just disappear. She simply looked up with her deep dark eyes and met those of Joyces looking at her.
Joyce said, I will not hurt you. I promise. She took the strands of yarn off Mollies head and neck. Her fingers trailed behind her, gently letting her nails trail along Mollies tender skin. She saw the goose flesh rise. Then saw it subside. She caressed that skin, in its creamy whiteness, that was so soft to the touch, softer even than the luxurious yarn she had removed to uncover the skin.
Joyce stood now very close to Mollie, too close. You are beautiful, absolutely breath-taking. I came up looking for some books, but have found you. I would love to have my way with you as you are so beautiful but I fear I should go as I have tread in upon something beautiful yet private.
Mollie finally found her voice and her body moved in fluid form. Please dont go she said. She bent her head and planted a kiss firmly on Joyces mouth. Joyce drew her in to her and they kissed passionately for several minutes. As they continued to kiss, Joyce moved her arms gently over Mollies shoulders, loosening the yarn still hugging them and it fell to the floor in a pile. There was now nothing hiding her breasts, beautiful and simple though they were. Joyce said nothing about them, acknowledging their beauty with the grace of her hand. She caressed them and massaged them, to the ever increasing volume of Mollies moans. She then bent her head and suckled first one beautiful breast, then the other. She gave a playful bite to the second one as she pulled away. Joyce was surprised by the sharp intake of breath and the forceful kiss she received as a result, surprised and pleased.
Mollie was still clothed from the waist down. Joyce was perplexed as to what to do next. She wanted Mollie in the worst way. Her beauty
was simply irrefutable. Then Mollie started kissing her, more forcefully and with meaning. Her hands slipped beneath Joyces tee and quickly unsnapped her bra in one fluid motion. Her hands were smooth and gentle, but forceful and with determination. Mollie caressed Joyces breasts, flicked the tee off over Joyce?s head and went full-mouth down on Joyces less-than-perky, but still incredibly beautiful bountiful breasts. Joyce made her own sharp intake of breath and a slow sigh as she felt her nether regions exploding in heat and moisture.
Joyce took Mollie by the arm and kissed her tenderly. Are you sure this is what you want, my dear.? Mollie answered her by unbuttoning Joyces pants and watching them fall to the floor. Joyce smiled at her, and?Now I presume its your turn.? Joyce reached over, and pulled Mollies elastic waisted pants to the floor.
Joyce reached over and cradled Mollie in her arms as she slid to the floor. She felt her way down to her neatly shaved kitty that was as warm, wet and juicy as she supposed her own was. She found Mollies clit and started teasing it slowly. The she rubbed it harder. Mollies moans were getting louder. She rubbed vigorously as Mollie spasmed again and again. She relaxed for a moment then inserted one finger into Mollie and rubbed her clit with her other hand and watched Mollie release, tense and release. She finally lay quiet, breathing normally.
Then without warning Mollie got a burst of energy, and reached over and pulled Joyce down as she had already started to leave. Mollie reached over and caressed Joyces body from nipple to navel. Then let her hand travel south where it discovered tepid waters of considerable depth. She started slow and worked up to a frothy passion on Joyces clit. Joyce writhed in passion and groaned, moaned, called out her name, Babe and then not missing a beat she inserted two fingers into Joyce and fucked the hell out of her while she kept up the clit.
Joyce could barely move. Shed been fucked. That is how you do it, maam, Mollie said, and grabbed her yarn and her clothes and, still naked, left the building.