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- Sweater Homewrecker
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Storms never come once at a time. Just when the local paper I was working for was close to bankrupt, Elena finally decided to take some time away from me. I wasn't surprised. The last year was a struggle for our marriage. Maybe it was the lack of kids or our time-consuming careers but everything had been slowly falling apart. We barely met at home with her and when we did, we fought badly.
When she moved out of the apartment, I quickly drifted into my old hobbies. One of them was my sweater fetish. I found myself recharged when I looked around the old forums, some of which were still on. I even bought several sweaters online. Elena wasn't very fond of my bizarre sexuality and she rarely dressed anything wooly in my presence. Still, she was, and probably would be, the only girl who accepted my fetish.
In the meantime, my professional life was about to come to a crossroad. I was a good journalist and a writer. The local paper's editors gave me a chance to write short stories, posted just before its last page. But when things went bad and the internet took over, I had to do some other stuff -- like editing myself, helping with the sports covering and negotiating with the distributers.
My boss -- Marko, was a nice guy and an excellent journalist. He saw the tension in the office when some of the minor employees had to be released in order for the paper to survive. He tried to calm us all down but there were some fiery scandals along the last couple of months. So he came up with the idea of a team building - away from the city, up the mountain.
That's how I found myself unpacking in a small hotel room. I thought about playing around in some of the sweaters I brought, but decided that this could wait until I spend some time with my colleagues. After all, it is what I came here for.
It was late afternoon when I sat alongside a big table downstairs. We had reserved every room in the hotel so the place was ours. Even the staff was away leaving us until tomorrow morning.
Marko showed me how to make a coffee in the kitchen and I was just sipping when Natalia and Stefan started arguing about politics. It was annoying but Marko, Teresa, Tina and Nick ignored them. So I did the same. We had to leave some of the team behind to prepare the Monday edition, but we here were the core of the newspaper.
I couldn't help but notice that the cold weather made some of my female coworkers to dress woolly outfits. Natalia was still with her white snood on, Tina wore a nice thick hat in the bus but, without a doubt, the most stunning wool item was Teresa's fuzzy green sweater. It was oversized and cozy looking thing with a very big cowl neck collar that at first I thought was a snood. Teresa often wore big sweaters at work, probably trying to hide some of the flesh underneath. She was quite chubby... Okay, maybe even fat, but it just made the picture even more interesting if you're into chunky sweaters.
I was barely keeping up a conversation with Marko and Nick about rock bands and enjoying the view of those heavy melons of Teresa moving around the thick knitted wool. The big cowlneck was spread all over her shoulders and still reaching the table before her. It was nice watching her move it away to find her cup of tea.
Natalia went over the line with her arguments and she stormed away up in her room. This wasn't a nice start of the weekend and I noticed how disappointed Marko was. So I offered a walk until it was time for dinner. Everyone agreed and in five minutes we were outside.
It was snowing lightly. I couldn't help but stare at the snowflakes falling onto Tina's hat and Teresa's cowlneck, left outside her leather jacket. We wandered around the village that had turned throughout the years into a ski resort. It wasn't very crowded but that's why Marko chose it -- because it's cheaper.
The girls didn't do a lot of shopping but they wondered what the view up the hill was. So we planned that tomorrow we would use the lift and go check what it's like. Me and Nick bought some books while Marko took two different papers in order to compare them to ours.
On the way back, Teresa lifted her cowl over her head because it was getting colder. I was walking behind her, mesmerized by the fuzziness before me. Suddenly I realized I wanted to touch it badly. So I went next to her and reached for some imaginary "twig" that I explained was caught in the knit. Teresa looked at me surprised but thanked. I kind of brushed my fingers through the collar's knit which was odd to her but she didn't mention anything.
We came back to the small hotel and started preparing dinner. The girls were trying to show each other what a great cook each of them were while the three men, including me, were in charge of the drinks, the fire and the music.
While the oven was working its ass off to indulge the girls' creativity, I went up to my room for a bath and a quick change. I wondered if I should play around with some sweater but I didn't have much time. So I left with a tingling sensation in my belly, hoping that some of the girls would dress something fuzzy in order to feed my fantasies through the night. But then, in the middle of the hallway, my phone rang. It was Elena. She was asking me to come at the apartment and pick some clothes for the winter. My heart raced as I told her I was away and that I had given a piece or two of her belongings to charity. It was a lie, covering the fact I had taken two of her sweaters with my luggage. Of course, the shouting began. Elena told me that she would throw all of my clothes from the apartment. She sounded sincere. I felt bad for her sweaters but I didn't like the way she was always shouting at me though this last year. So I hung up the phone, thinking that most of my monthly salary would now be spend for clothes.
The door next to mine opened and Teresa went out in the hallway. Her face showed that she unwillingly overheard my conversation on the phone but acted as if she didn't. I tried to smile but it didn't work. Teresa did the same and then went on for the stairs.
I found myself unable to move. But not because a coworker of mine had just overheard about my marriage problems. It was because Teresa had changed into something even more stunning than her green cowl neck sweater. For dinner she chose a beige chunky off-shoulder sweater, way above her size to fit the chubbiness. But it was obvious that the design wasn't planned for such extreme weight, thus making the off-shoulder collar far too open for her fleshy chest. Trying to not be so obscenely looking, Teresa had only her left shoulder out and had pulled the whole sweater in a way that the opening would show mostly her back. The knit was very soft and it looked like it would fall apart any moment. On top of that, two black stripes were hooked on her shoulders telling me that she wore only her bra underneath. Her outfit got complete with tight black leather pants which seemed to hide some of her extra weight to the observer.
I took a moment to catch my breath and joined everyone downstairs.
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The conversation with Elena was still on my mind when we lifted our glasses to start the dinner. The music was a bit loud but there was no one else in the hotel besides us. I was hungry so I attacked the meals the girls prepared without hesitation. While doing this I was watching closely as Teresa was dealing with her extraordinary sweater while trying to serve and clean the table. She was holding her long sleeves with her fingers while walking and she was constantly pulling upwards the big off-shoulder collar to keep it from showing more of her chest that was appropriate. Her left shoulder was still out and the gravity was playing with her sleeve, dragging it down onto her wrist in a chunk of wool. The big knit soon played its role and small drops of sweat appeared on Teresa’s forehead. Of course the fire was just lit and it was still strong but I noticed that she was waving a hand near her face while being around the oven.
- The sweater looks great on you! – I overheard Tina complimenting Teresa while bringing bread to the table.
The sweater’s big sleeves almost went in the soup but I stood up and helped just before this happened. Sadly, the other girls weren’t wearing anything interesting. At least not to me. Tina and Natalia were way sexier than Teresa and I would prefer to see them in some wool as well. I never had any attraction towards chubbiness, not to mention such a heavy girl like Teresa. But I appreciated the fact that there was, after all, a sweater-clad woman just before me.
Anyway, I enjoyed the view, no matter the weight underneath. The conversations were flowing around and even Natalia and Stefan were talking to each other again. As the wine went on and on in our glasses, I slowly forgot about my problems with Elena. Teresa and Nick went out for a smoke while I was explaining to Marko how beautiful it must be from that hill above the village. As hungry as we were, soon almost everything was wiped out from our plates and it was time for some party. Marko took some lights out and it became dark as a nightclub. That is when Teresa and Nick came back, shivering from the rough weather outside. I couldn’t help but notice how Teresa leaned forward to put the ashtray on a tiny table near the door and her huge breasts were shown from under the open collar. I realized I had never seen such big breasts before. Teresa quickly stood up before her whole package erupted and tucked everything in place.
Natalia then took her by the hand and lead her to the improvised dancing floor near the table. Teresa was aware of her sizes and she joined the dances with slow and steady moves. Still, her sweater was having troubles keeping her chest in place. Teresa had to adjust the collar and the constantly falling sleeves again and again to be able to keep up with Natalia. At the end of the song, she quit her struggling and sat before me to pour herself another glass. Sitting there, she glanced at me and caught me looking at her naked flesh. I was embarrassed of doing so, so I quickly turned my eyes the other way.
Nick was the acting DJ and he decided that after the first half an hour of dancing, it was time to take the guys on the dance floor as well. Knowing that we are not good at this, he put on an old rock ballad. The girls screamed of excitement and Tina ran to grab Nick, while Marko, just standing on his own, was dragged to the dance floor by Natalia. I looked at Teresa and she smiled at me. I don’t know why but my heart suddenly started racing.
Teresa came when I was already up. I took her hand and felt the soft sleeve falling onto my fingers. We found a spot at the edge of the dance floor and our bodies soon caught the rhythm.
- The dinner was great! – I admitted. I was fighting a lump in my throat. – I wish I could cook as good as you!
- I can teach you! – she nodded.
- Okay! – I said. I felt a little numb around her big breasts, but she carefully pulled me in the correct distance.
- I don’t bite – she laughed. It was a cute laugh.
I looked her in the eyes and suddenly the sweaty flesh underneath distracted me. This time it took me whole two seconds to look away from the two smashed in wool giant breasts. Teresa saw me.
- I’m sorry! – I said.
- Don’t worry! I’m used to this – she laughed and pointed her chest with her eyes. – When nature goes way over the line, you just have to deal with it. I tried hard to dress properly for every work day in my life but it is finally a vacation and I wanted to wear something more comfortable.
- Have you ever had issues at a job because of this? – I don’t know why I asked this stupid question. Talking about her breasts was disturbing.
- Yep! – she nodded. – A lot! Thankfully, Marko is not an idiot and he sees that I am trying my best to hide these from the field of work.
- You actually could turn into an interesting story someday!
- Nah, nothing that interesting. Some guys at the radio station I was working were making fun of me with silly drawings, left on my desk. My boss didn’t have time for this shit and he let them go on.
- It is a silly thing… - I said while feeling her close even more to me. Actually I had stepped back a little because her soft sweatered belly was pressing onto my crotch. And in the worst moment, my fantasies filled my head with images of my dick shoved deep into that soft wool. A strange idea came up – that I steal Teresa’s sweater and cum multiple times throughout the night on it. But I pushed all of this out of my head because it was building a nasty hard-on.
Some primal part of me demanded that I leave the fatty right there; that I am way above her class and that I can do much better. I looked around to shake the arousal off but Teresa was indeed really close while dancing and her big breasts were slowly bouncing with the thuds of the rhythm. In other words, they were rubbing on me. When I looked back, not only that my hard-on wasn’t gone but it seemed that the movements have let her right shoulder out too. The view that was slowly being revealed before me was shockingly exciting. The bases of Teresa’s breasts were so big that I couldn’t even begin to imagine what the hidden parts of them were like. She seemed distracted by Natalia who was saying something funny while passing us by and she didn’t know that the sweater had fallen so much.
Suddenly I felt my hard-on rubbing onto her wooly belly and we both jumped an inch behind. She realized her nakedness and quickly lifted the right side of her front. I decided not to say a word about what had just happened between our bodies because it was already too awkward.
The song was finally over and we went back to our seats in silence. The others were sitting around us when I caught Teresa watching me. No doubt, she was thinking about meeting my hardness on the dance floor a minute before.
Anyway, the wine kept coming and we got distracted by Nick’s struggles to find us a new song. Soon the girls were back dancing while I and Marko were discussing the differences between our paper and the ones he bought earlier from the village.
Half an hour later, Teresa was once again sitting in front of me. She was hot. Literally. She was sweating heavily and with both hands waving at her red face. The fireplace had new wood in it and it didn’t help. She reached for her shoe with her right hand and the right shoulder once again was revealed to the world. Coming back made her feel the slight improvement of her body temperature and she noticed that the sweater had fallen. This time she didn’t care.
At this moment began the real torture for me.
