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Nicole Neumann was standing in front of her closet, wondering what she
would wear today. She just finished getting herself ready that morning
and was completely naked. Because of the cold winter weather outside she
had turned the heat up to remove the chill in the air inside.  Nicole's
closet was approximately seven meters wide and every category of
clothing had its special place, starting with underwear on the left,
then trousers and skirts, blouses and sweaters in the middle,  and
jackets and coats on the right side. The biggest part of the closet was
naturally filled with knitwear, which occupied nearly 2/3 of the
available space.  It was a collector's dream:  mohair, cashmere, angora,
cotton, silk and combinations of the various fabrics. Sweaters,
cardigans, dresses, scarfs and hoods in different colors, all neatly
folded and sorted to provide an overall view with one look.  Nicole's
best friend Angela Tolzien envied her for her orderliness because her
closet never looked that good, even after her efforts to tidy it up once
and for all. Angela also adored knitwear of all kinds.  Nicole walked
the full length of the closet, along the right side and back down again,
stroking the different sweaters with her hands and feeling delighted by
the pleasant tickling that stimulated her whole body.  She stood with
her back to the closet and leaned backwards against a stack of mohair
sweaters. She enjoyed the softness and the light itchy feeling the
mohair sweaters caused on her back. Her spine seemed to be on fire due
to this stimulation. She felt some wetness between her legs and got her
hand down to the clean-shaven vagina. With the index and the middle
finger she collected the juice and put the fingers into her mouth to
lick them clean.  After a few moments she pushed herself away from the
closet and walked to the underwear on the left side.  She took a pair of
pink panties and white socks, but decided against a bra because she was
proud of her firm, big breasts, which, unlike many women, did not need
any artificial support.  Nicole proceeded to the area of the closet
which occupied the largest space, and again she was overcome by the need
to please herself.  She took the stack of mohair sweaters, the one with
which she pleasured herself a few moments ago, and put it on the floor.
On top there was a black turtleneck which she now pressed against her
upper body. It was made of thick wool and was very fluffy but also felt
soft when squeezed tightly. She rubbed the sweater against her breasts
and with even more intensity the wave of sexual stimulation overcame
her. Her nipples became erect and she felt the wetness expand between
her legs. The fluffy fibres of the mohair sweater stood up as if charged
with electricity and stimulated her with their simultaneous softness and
itchiness even further.  While treating her breasts with the right hand
she reached down with her left to grab the next sweater, a dark blue
turtleneck, and began stroking her perfect, clean-shaven legs, starting
at her toes and moving slowly upwards to the knees and thighs, and
finally to her vagina.  Reaching this destination she started rubbing
the sweater over her nether lips.  She felt the wetness soak her slip.
Nicole took the dark blue sweater by its collar and pushed it under the
slip. The sensation of the fine mohair fluff directly on her clitoris
provided additional stimuli, and the thought that this wonderful sweater
would now be dirtied with her juices sent her over the edge.  She pushed
the collar deep into her vagina and moaned while pulling it out again.
Over and over again she repeated this procedure, until the collar was
completely soaked and her juices started flowing down her legs. Nicole
went down on her knees, burying the blue sweater beneath her, while
pushing the collar even harder into her vagina and rubbing the black
sweater still harder over her firm breasts. She spread her legs and
leaned backwards onto the pile of sweaters, which still lay on the
floor. Now she had the itching and scratching of the mohair sweaters on
her front and on her back.  The dark blue turtleneck sweater was nearly
completely soaked with her juices, and with a relieved shriek she pushed
up her pelvis and the collar deep into her vagina for a last time.  Her
legs trembled with arousal and collapsed. Out of breath and moaning she
fell back to the floor and lay there for a few minutes.  Pleasant
shivers ran through her body while she relaxed and calmed down.  With a
lustful moan she pulled the wasted turtleneck sweater out between her
legs and placed it to her left. The black sweater went to the right and
Nicole got up to her knees. Her legs still were shaky and she waited a
few moments before she stood up.  Smiling she looked down at the
sweaters. The dark blue one would have to be dry cleaned before she
could wear it. The black turtleneck was only a bit crumpled.  She took
it, shook it a bit and put it neatly folded back into the closet.  The
remaining pile of mohair sweaters followed shortly after.  She took the
dark blue sweater with her to the bathroom where she soaked it in a
special detergent.  The slip went into the laundry bag. After that she
cleaned her legs.  A few minutes later she was back at her closet,
confronted by the same problem she had a half hour ago.  This time
Nicole got a grip on herself. A new slip, a white silk turtleneck, a
pink angora v-neck sweater and a black, tight, pair of leather pants.
The silk turtleneck was tight fitting and showed off her large breasts
in an almost obscene way. The collar went up to her jawline and was so
tight it nearly choked her. Over that came the pink Angora sweater which
was also very tight. The V-neck went down between her breasts and
revealed a glimpse of the snow-white turtleneck.  The black leather
trousers revealed more than they covered. Nicole's legs appeared much
longer than they really were.  The design was completed with a pair of
black leather boots with 7 centimeter high heels.  All dressed up Nicole
went in front of the large 2 * 2 meter mirror which was located on the
right wall of the closet. She smiled at herself and smoothed the angora
sweater, enjoying the soft wool on her fingertips.  "Perfect" she said
to herself and spun around.  She grabbed a black leather jacket and then
closed the closet.  Satisfied with her appearance she went to the door
of her apartment, glanced around her living quarters and set off to
work.
 

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