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 f****y 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 d**** 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 f***eful 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 f***efully
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 f***eful 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.