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Hurray for Winter!

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The cold weather is here. I adore this time of year. Most people find it odd that I enjoy the cold weather so much, but I love it because I can wear sweaters and tights.
About 5 years ago my aunt gave me her old cashmere pullover sweater. It was incredibly soft. Running late one afternoon to get my daughter to gymnastics I pulled the sweater on without bothering to put on my bra. I ran downstairs with my breasts bouncing loose. WOW! The silky cashmere felt like caressing hands on my bare breasts. My nipples popped up and the rest of the afternoon I felt the soft wool rub my sensitive tips in a maddening, but erotic way. I was so turned on by the time we got home that I sent the kids inside and masturbated right there in the driveway.
My jeans gave me some problems. Worried that the kids would come out and ask why I was still in the car or that a neighbor would spot me and come over for a chat only to find me with my pants down and my hand on my pussy, I did my best, but thought a skirt would make things much easier.
The next day I bought a couple casual skirts and some thigh high stockings. I tried it out, wearing the skirt and stockings and leaving my panties off, but there were some problems with the stockings too. My boots made the stockings slide down. Plus the frigid wind blowing up my skirt onto all that bare skin was too cold to feel sexy. After a couple of attempts and almost literally freezing my ass off I was ready to give up on the whole thing. Then one day as I was putting the laundry away I spotted some old cotton tights in my lingerie drawer. I wore them when we went skiing, they were less bulky than long johns, but almost as warm. A small hole in the crotch gave me an idea. After carefully snipping away the crotch panel I put the tights on. Perfect!
My morning errands had never been so enjoyable. I dropped off the cleaning and did my shopping in an excited haze. My nipples deliciously tortured by cashmere and though my butt and thighs were warm and toasty, I liked the odd puffs of cool air on my exposed naked pussy. It was thrilling as well to be seemingly dressed properly, yet secretly naked where it counted. All covered up and feeling my bare cunny so wet and slick under my skirt was a real turn-on. After each stop instead of scraping the windows, I'd run the defroster and wait for the ice to melt, sitting in the car with my skirt pulled up fingering myself to orgasm.
I get bolder all the time. Having such easy access to my constantly throbbing clit is just too tempting. I've branched out from parking lots and do it nearly everywhere! On the days I volunteer at the library I always offer to man the reference desk. The other volunteers dislike it because there's so few patrons, they prefer the busy main desk and chatting with the librarian. I sit behind the heavy wood desk back in the corner of the quiet reference room and cum all afternoon. I hike up my skirt, spread my legs and finger fuck myself silly. The wetter and squishier my pussy gets the more I keep going. I had to start bringing a towel to sit on, my pussy juice was staining the leather chair!
My husband never struggles with gift buying now. He gives me a new cashmere sweater and I always 'thank' him that night in bed. My friends tease a little about me being so 'gussied up' all the time, but I tell them cashmere is warm and skirts are more comfortable than jeans.
More convenient, too. But I don't tell them that! A girl should have some secrets. (*wink*)



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