Chapter 1 A Warm Welcome

Chapter 1: A Warm Welcome

The wind gushes along the streets as Thomas walks as fast as he can towards his front door. He struggles with the keys, but manages to open the door and gets in quickly.

The door slams shut behind him as he is met by a warm house. Thomas starts to take off his many layers of clothing, which is essential to survive the Wisconsin winter.

He is originally from Finland, and knows a thing or two about how to stay warm during the long, cold winter months. He takes off his shoes and trousers, the wool beanie, mittens and thick scarf before his thick wool turtleneck sweater. It is a shame, as well, he loves the warm feeling of an itching wool sweater. He now stands in his wool shirt, long johns and wool socks, feeling how the blood rushes to his cock.

The bulge grows as he stands in the hallway. Growing up in a cold country, many of his erections have come while wearing wool clothes and thick sweaters. At the start, it is a natural erection. Then it turns into a fascination and fetish for the wool itself.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings. Thomas jumps at the sound of it. He shouts "Coming!" before hastily taking on his pants and sweater again. He needs to be properly dressed.

He opens the door and looks into the face of an unknown woman. At around 50 years, she is about double Thomas' age. Her blonde hair is hidden by a pink wool beanie and large scarf. Her sweater is deep pink, but the pattern matches Thomas' sweater.

"Hi there! I just wanted to introduce myself as I am your new neighbor. And I see that our sweaters match. Are you also from Finland?"

"Well spotted! I'm Thomas. What is your name?"

"I'm Lisa. There aren't many of us around here, and it's good to see a fellow compatriot here. Would you like to come over for dinner tonight?"

Her tone is flirty, and Thomas senses that there is a deeper meaning to her words than just eating dinner.

"That's so generous of you. I just got in. Can I come over at seven?"

"Sure, honey. Looking forward to it."

With those words and a smile, she turns and walks back. Thomas can see the outline of a thong beneath her wool tights, and wonders how it will be squeezing it afterwards. The bulge has grown even more, and Thomas knows just how to prepare for dinner in a couple of hours.

He walks up the stairs and into his bedroom, where he opens his wardrobe. It's stacked with wool clothing. Enormous amounts of sweaters in different patterns and different types of wool. He likes the rough ones made by sheep wool the most. Beanies, scarves, gloves, mittens and trousers also fill the wardrobe.

It's hard to choose what to wear for his preparations. He settles on an all grey turtleneck sweater, grey wool mittens, a black beanie, a black thick scarf and long grey socks. He takes off his underwear and throws the boxers in his the laundry basket. His hard, erect penis touches the inside of the long sweater as he walks downstairs. He lies down on the couch with a couple of wool blankets underneath him and turns on the TV.

He has a favorite pornstar, who does to her man what he has always dreamt of, but never dared to hope for. She dresses him up him layers of sweaters and restrains him, while slowly jerking him off.

Thomas isn't restrained, but hopes Lisa has a kink waiting for him after dinner. If she hasn't, that works as well. He slowly tugs himself to the rhythm of the screen, before coming and cumming with a big moan. He makes sure he doesn't spill anything on his precious clothes.

Two hours later, Lisa opens the door with a smile. Thomas notices her big bust beneath the white wool sweater, and fantasizes about what he can do to them later. She wears an apron over the sweater, the while wool skirt and her wool pantyhose.

"Hello, my dear! There you are. Come in, come in. I'm sorry for the mess, but I haven't packed it out yet."

Thomas steps into the living room, and notices stacks upon stacks of sweaters, scarves and other wool accessories.

"I'm owning a website that imports and sells wool clothes from Finland, you see. I've filled up most of the rooms, but I'm not done yet. Have a look around while I finish the food."

Thomas roams around, touching and feeling the clothes. It's overwhelming, and he can feel his cock grow again inside the jeans he chose to wear. He didn't put on any underwear, though, hoping for the night to end in a manner which he doesn't need it.

He stops by a particular endearing black and white turtleneck sweater in his size. He takes it up to his face and smells it, taking it all in.

"The food is ready, darling! I see you have found a favourite, and may I suggest that you are as fond of wool as I am? You can have it, it's a gift from me. I would be very satisfied if you wore it for dinner, as well."

Thomas turns around and sees Lisa standing a few feet behind. She has taken off the apron, and he can see her perky nipples underneath.

She walks back towards the kitchen, and Thomas hastily changes sweaters while standing in her living room.

The food is excellent and reminds him of home. It's a special soup, and he is getting warmer and warmer for every spoonful. They are talking about their home country, the cold and about her business.

It seems to be an appetite for warm clothes in this part of the U.S. Not surprisingly, but Lisa is surprised about how well it is going.

After clearing the table, they head over to the couch for a beer. The talking is going smoothly, and they are inching closer to each other for each sentence.

"I saw how you caressed that sweater earlier. Do you want to come up to my bedroom and see some of them? I have lots of different colours and patterns."

Thomas nods in agreement and follows her upstairs. Walking behind her in the stairs is quite the sight. Her juicy ass wiggling back and forth in the tight wool skirt.

"Voila!" she says as they enter the bedroom and he sees all the sweaters. He's never seen something like it before. It seems like the rainbow has moved in and taken the shape of wool sweaters.

His cock is growing in his pants, and Lisa notices the growing bulge. She comes forward and grabs his dick through his pants.

"It seems like someone is enjoying the sight. Is it just me, or do you have a wool fetish as well?"

She squeezes his balls, and Thomas can neither breathe nor speak. She answers her question.

"I think it is both. And I reckon your missing denial is an answer good enough."

She leans in and gives him a huge kiss, while still holding around his cock. Thomas meets her mouth with the same force, and starts making out with this gorgeous mature neighborhood woman.

Lisa is experienced and soon takes control of the situation. She strips off his pants, and gasps when at looking at his erect cock.

"No underwear! Oh, you are such a naughty boy," she says as she starts rubbing it slowly, using both hands. Thomas can't believe his luck, as he is standing there half-naked, with his his wool socks and sweater on.

"But I did notice how you liked that wool," she says, stops rubbing and leads him over to the large bed where she dumps him atop a heap of sweaters and blankets.

"I have a plan for you, which will make you sweat and squirm. Both you and I will be satisfied. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Lisa. Do whatever you want to me. I am up for everything."

"I love it, honey. Now take off your sweater and your socks, and we will start from scratch. I need you to put on this woolen hood as we do it. I want it to be a surprise. And no touching yourself until I say so."

"Yes, Lisa. No touching. I am saving myself for you."

"Good boy. Now, let's get to work."

Lisa puts the hood on his head. The wool is itchy and sexy, and his cock is rock hard. He doesn't need to touch himself. The wool does the trick.

First, she puts on him thick wool pants. It has a zipper, but she does not open it yet. His cock is bulging against the warm fabric. Then he feels her putting socks on him. Several pairs, to be exact. He can't feel his feet anymore. Then long woolen gloves, which goes way over his shoulders. Then one, two, three, four thick turtleneck sweaters. He turns up the collars on each of them, which makes it difficult to speak. Then a wool beanie, which she turns down so it meets the collars of the sweaters. She finishes it off with a scarf tied tightly.

Thomas can't speak through the thick fabric, but his ears are working perfectly. As the sweat starts to pour of his skin and chute down his body, he hears her speak again.

"What a good little furry boy I see her. These are all items which I have for sale. They're good, right? Give me a nod if you enjoy it. Nod twice if you want to enjoy it even more."

Thomas nods twice in quick succession.

"Great, my boy. I love how you so easily are willing to follow my orders. This bodes well for our future relationship."

Lisa ties a scarf around his ankles. He can't move his legs now, but this makes him even hornier. His pleasure is now controlled by Lisa's will. The submission of his body to this compatriot of his is exactly what he's been longing for.

She then wraps his legs in a blanket and ties him again around the ankles, and also over and below the knees. He is now completely unmovable. He feels her hand unzipping his trousers, and the cock springs out and stands erect as a flagpole. She cuddles with it a little bit, stroking him slowly.

He makes a small sound of pleasure to acknowledge her gesture.

"You're such a good boy, but I'm not finished yet. Wait for it. I think it will be completely logical when I want you to cum. So no worries about that. But don't cum too early, sweetheart."

Thomas is feeling like a cocoon set on fire. It's so hot and warm, it's like being in a Finnish sauna. Lisa turns him around and ties his hands and arms before turning him around again.

"We're soon there, my boy," Lisa says in a seductive, hoarse voice.

He feels her climbing on top of him. His cock is sucked instantaneously into her wet pussy. They are now one giant item of wool clothing.

She starts to ride him, slowly. Her moaning is building up. She then glides off him just as he is nearing a climax.

"We don't want to go too fast, honey. We want to enjoy it."

Then she is back with her hand, but this time he can feel that she is wearing mittens. It doesn't feel human as she rubs him with the thick wool between her hands and his cock, but this makes him even hornier.

Where does the lust for her end and the lust for wool start? He doesn't know the answer. All he knows, is that this is exactly what he has wanted. He grunts as she finishes the handjob, but he has still not reached climax yet.

She is soon back again on top of him. This time the tempo is fast from the start. She has a sense of urgency about her now. She is wanting to finish him, to drain him, to empty him.

Then he hears her voice change into another gear, and he understands that this is the completely logical point where he is allowed to cum. He empties everything he has got into her, and hears how she loves it. It's like she's sucking it into her with her pussy.

She jumps off him, and he hears her wander out of the room. Then he hears the toilet flushing, before she comes back.

"We can't spell spoil anything, you know. All the clothes I sell have in some way been used beforehand. Either by me or someone else. That way they are tried and testes, so to speak. But don't tell anyone, it is part of our little secret, right?"

Thomas nods again. His body feels completely drained, both of cum and sweat. He feels lighter now, more alert, more responsive.

Lisa keeps him bound, but takes of the hats, the scarves, flips down the collar on his sweaters and finally removes the hood.

"Oh, how I liked that, Thomas. I think you're my best one so far. Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, Miss Lisa. I loved every second of it. I love the feeling of the warm wool, I love being bound. And I loved the feeling of being inside of you. Like a cosy night in front of the fireplace. Can we do it again?"

"Is it okay if I call you my little woolie?"

"Of course, Miss Lisa. Always."

"Oh, thank you. We can do it again, my little woolie. Every day, in fact. I need some to test all my clothes and items. And I think it will suit you, if I haven't completely misunderstood our night together. Would you like to sleep over?"

"Yes, Miss Lisa. Of course."

"I thought so, honey. I'll get you out of this now, if that's okay?"

Thomas hesitates. He loves the feeling. Lisa is only a substitute for his wool fetish. But he doesn't say those exact word.

"I think I'll prefer to sleep like this, if that's okay?"

Lisa smiles.

"Of course, darling. Do you want the hood and the other things back on, as well?"

"Yes, please."

"So it will be."

Lisa puts on the hood again. Then the scarves, the hat. Turns up the collars again.

Thomas is satisfied again. This is what he wants. This is only the first of many nights, it seems.

Lisa turns off the lights and lies down beside him.

"I'm so glad we met. Good night, my little woolie. See you tomorrow."