Date: Wed, 7 May 2003 18:26:06 -0400
From: Shay ... <oopy1@msn.com>
Subject: Super Lees

(FF adult friends, sweater fetish, some domination)

(if you are a toddler in a stroller, or will break out in an angry rash
from reading about lesbian lovemaking, please have the nice orderly lead
you back to the day room. Otherwise, please enjoy my little tale)

LISA'S SWEATERGIRL   by Shay

It was just a job. Like a billion other jobs smeared across the want ads
every day, scoured by the bored, the desperate, and the luckless.
    Well, I WAS a little bored. But I wasn't desperate. And hokey smokes
Bullwinkle, I sure wasn't luckless....though I thought at first that I was.
    I wasn't real sure about working for a woman younger than myself. Lisa
was only 27 and I am...well, I am older than that. Oh, no walkers, no being
led gently back to my room by Nursie...but I am older than 27.
    My first mistake, if it was one, was to wear my favorite sweater set to
work on my second day there.  A sleeveless wool turtleneck with a matching
sweater coat. I felt so sensual, just sitting there at my computer, so
wrapped up in warm softness. No sense of urgency. No striving to achieve
corporate goals. Sweater Slacker Queen rides again! Not to say that I am
not a good employee. It's just that, well, I have this thing about
sweaters. So, there I was, feeling rather languorous when Lisa walked into
my cubicle, my wretched little cell.
    She bent to look over my shoulder at my computer screen. Oh, I was glad
it was not showing Collapse or Bounce Out or Bash the Bouncing Muskrat or
something. Oh no, my computer, at least, was hard at work, a busy little
beaver of a good machine.
    And Lisa saw this as she leaned close to look.
    As her hand rested on the back of my neck.
    As her perfectly manicured index finger ran almost imperceptibly just
above the neck of my sweater, like the kiss of a breeze. Oh my.
    It was certainly an accident, I thought. Of course.
    But no.....
    Her finger deliberately stroked my neck as she leaned close and I could
smell Hugo Deep Red. I started to shift in my chair.
    Lisa said quickly, peremptorily, "Don't move." There was a long moment,
a bizarre shift from reality, and I thought this is inappropriate, this is
insane, illegal, this is...her hand held my throat gently...this is...oh,
something, something...
    I didn't move. And my nipples stood up. I was sure Lisa could see them
through my sweater. So disobedient they were! Such tattle tales! This won't
do, I thought breathlessly. How dare she, I thought happily. Hmm.
    "There's an eyelash, about to fall in your eye," she said softly. "Hold
still and let me get it." Her right hand held me still as her left hand
plucked the offending lash out of harm's way. I blinked. Her fingertips had
touched my skin, my face, just below my eye. So light, So...personal.
    And then, she stroked my cheek--the rogue eyelash may have been there,
who knows?--and turned and left, smiling at me like Mama Cat trotting off
with a fat mouse in her jaws.
    "Thank you," I said after her, involuntarily admiring her tailored
blouse and hounds tooth skirt. I wanted to run my hands over that
skirt. With her in it. Would that make me Employee of the Month or a
jobseeker, I wondered vacantly as she rounded out of sight.
    I exhaled deeply. I fumbled for my mouse. It may as well have been an
astrolabe for all I knew what to do with it at that moment. I bit my lip. I
raised my eyebrow. I smiled to myself. Ohhhh my.

I may have been just the tiniest bit flustered by her after that. I would
do things like drop my pen while we were standing together discussing a
project, and then I would drop down in ladylike fashion to fetch it and
there I would be, looking up at her grey slacks and up, further to her
matching grey cashmere sweater. She was like a topographical map of gently
curved Heaven. She would toss her hair and look down at me, amused, and I
would flush, and stand back up. And discuss sales demographics or the price
of dates in Istanbul or god knows what, and it was at one of these times
that she said, in her dripping honey voice, "Meet me after work." Again it
was way out of line. She was my boss and I was her employee, and it was
rude as well, not a question but a command.
    I nodded, imagining my cheek against her soft grey shoulder. Ohmygod.

    This is where I have to apologize. You see, we went to eat, or to a
movie, or bungee jumped off the Arc de Triomphe or something, what
difference does it make, what matter is that after we did whatever thing it
was we did, she made me go to the mall with her.
    Hardly shocking? Oh but wait. She steered me gently but firmly with her
hand in the small of my back...caressing me through my deep red lambs wool
sweater...she made it clear where I was to go. She told me that I liked the
grey and pink striped cashmere turtleneck we found. She informed me that I
adored the deep green merino wool vee neck that would be huge on me. She
helped me realize that I had to have the light blue mohair. I bought them
all, in a trance.
    Oh. I also bought the mittens and the scarves which she graciously
pointed out that I wanted dearly. Perhaps we were going spelunking?
Certainly heights must be involved. We walked out of the mall and through
the parking lot. She opened the door of her red sports car for me. She took
my packages and loaded them in the back. And then she took us all home to
her apartment.
    I wore the grey and pink horizontal striped cashmere pullover. At her
instruction, I wore nothing else. And she changed into a tight ribbed
turtleneck of saffron yellow, and she wore green legwarmers, and she
wore...a smile as she approached me where I lay on my back on her bed.
    She reached for the scarves that I had bought at her bidding. She
dangled them gently across my face and over the insides of my upturned
wrists. I stretched my hands up toward the bedposts as she moved over me on
her hands and knees.
    "Would you like me to restrain you?" Lisa purred sweetly.
    "Yes." I nearly begged.
    "I think you should stay right like that," she cooed to me, " just
because I have told you to. Don't move until I give you permission, my
sweet princess. I want you bound by my voice and my will." She bent and
kissed my cheeks and my hair. "I want you to show me that you are incapable
of disobeying me," she continued as she kissed my breasts through my
sweater.
    I longed to embrace her, to wrap my arms around her in a lover's
embrace, but I stayed spread out as she wished for me to, but I couldn't
help squirming and moaning as she sucked my nipple through my sweater. She
lavished attention on my breasts for a long time before sitting back
prettily on her feet.
    I was on fire and I knew I was wetter than I had ever been, all because
of this woman.
    She reached over next to the bed and put on the mittens. I had not been
told I could move yet and so I didn't. It was delicious.
    Lisa cupped my face in her mittened hands and kissed me deeply. I
groaned into her mouth, out of my mind with pleasure as she savored my
mouth with her tongue and held my face softly. The combination of
sensations was driving me insane. Sexy mittens! Who knew?
    Then she put her right hand, still wearing the mitten, between my legs
and stroked me. I yelped from sheer delight and ground against her hand. I
was panting and repeating her name over and over. And all she had done was
stroke and kiss me.
    Then she caressed my face again with the now wet mitten, and moved her
legwarmer-clad thigh between my legs to take me as one woman does another.
    I begged to be allowed to hold her.
    "You may wrap your legs around me, but your arms stay where they are,"
she commanded. Instantly, my legs went gratefully around Lisa's hips and my
calves caressed the backs of her thighs as I moved under her in a state of
growling crazy lust.
    As I got close, she took off a mitten and ran her fingers under my
turtleneck and gently clasped her hand around my throat. She moved her
sweatered body against mine and whispered in my ear a single word.
    "Mine!" she said and I had the strongest orgasm I had ever had or even
imagined. I bucked underneath her screaming her name. I thought I would
tear myself to pieces the sensations were so strong, yet I was surrounded
by sensual softness and all was simply an ever-deepening pleasure.
    After I had subsided, Lisa whispered in my ear again. "Put your arms
around me, Lover."
    I did. I purred. I caressed her through her sweater and then ran my
hands up under it to adore her more intimately. God, what is more thrilling
than a woman's soft skin, warmed by wool and softness? I groaned again in
sheer delight.
    "I've gotten your legwarmer all wet," I said into her ear, and then
circled my tongue there, following my words.
    "All in a good cause," she assured me with a wicked smile. "From now
on," she continued, " just the sight of me in a sweater will have you
dripping. Just the sound of my voice will have you needing me. And you may
never," she added, running a mitten wet from my own sex across my lips,
"see certain clothes quite the same way."
   "Shut up and do me again," I commanded her.
   "Hey!" she responded, smiling wonderfully, "Just remember who the boss
is around here!" And then she made love to me again and again, until, in my
joy, I wanted to cry. Oh my!