Woman in a long sweater at a party last night.

[sneezesweater]

I was at a Christmas party last nigt and a woman showed up there, a friend of a friend, a little bit late. She's kind of short and probably in her early forties. Average size bust with some very wide hips, which I like and shoulder length strait red hair. I found her even more attractive because she had this really thick, white shaker knit pullover on. It hung down just under her butt and kind of hugged it. Do ou know what I mean? When a woman wears a long sweater and it turns in slightly at the hem around her butt and hips? I love that!!!! I could not take my eyes off of her all damn night. Not to mention she had a long heavy mohair sweater coat draped over her arm as well when she first arrived. I finally saw her with that on at the end of the night when she was leaving. That went down to her ankles and had a wonderful cable knit design to it.

I want her so damn bad right now. I have never really found her attractive until last night lol. I had no idea she was a sweater girl!!!

Should see her again thursday night, again with a group of friends though. I can't wait! Hopefully she's got a big sweater on again!!

[ILoveSweatersInPA]

Sounds like she is a real sweatheart. By the way, this is exactly why we have camera phones. Would have been great to see a pic of this hottie.

[kent_breathe]

OK, so what happened Thursday night?

[sneezesweater]

I wouldn't be comfortable taking her picture and posting it here to be honest. As for thursday, I didn't see her. However, last night I wound up at her Christmas party! She was wearing a red cowlneck sweater. Looked like lambswool. She also had a long gray cable knit sweater coat over that and a gray skirt, and black heels. Different from the one she wore the other time. This one was probably a vintage seventies era deal. Very sexy. Again, she has some pretty wide hips and the way a sweater hugs her curves sends me into overdrive lol. Towards the end of night everybody was on her back porch. Some people were smoking and everybody wound up out there. I went back inside to "use the bathroom" What I really wanted to do was check out her closet. Now, she didn't have as many sweaters as I'd hoped, at least in there she didn't, but what she did have was very sexy. She actually hangs her sweaters, I thought that was bad for them. She has 23 sweaters in there. I found that long shaker knit sweater she wore the other night hanging. I think my favorite was this long baggy light pink cardigan. It had alot of different style knitting patterns, aran in nature. As I was about to walk out I heard a very loud sneeze from a woman in the hallway. Her door opened just after I turned the light off in her closet and tried to hide under her hanging clothes. Sure enough, it was her. I could hear her heels on the tile floor as she grabbed several tissues from her night stand I snuck a peak through the door and saw her bend over completely as she sneezed again. The way her behind looked with that sweater over it as she was bent over was amazing! She blew her nose a couple of times and left.

I waited a few minutes and came out too. I'm luck I didn't get caught lol.

[lovecowls]

Oh, what an awesome opportunity! I rarely have opportunities like this anymore, but when I was younger I did. I think it was how my various likes and dislikes associated with knitwear arose.

I used to pet sit and baby sit as a child and into high school. The baby sitting opportunities were OK, but limited due to noise etc. The pet sitting ones were amazing. Four or five families in a cold town - what sweaters to be explored and tried on. I felt guilty for a while, but I got past it. I have had my sweater fetish since being very young - I remember a time when I was going over to a families house (that were friends of my parents) and they had a teenage daughter 5 years older than me. She was in high school and we were going out to all walk their dogs. While over there, she and her parents noticed that I wasn't dressed warmly enough so I went with the daughter to get a sweatshirt or hers. The daughter was wearing a heavy wool sweater, fuzzy and was a turtleneck. I can't remember completely, but it was like an icelandic type fuzzy yarn. I asked if I could wear the sweater and she actually said yes. What an experience - wearing that sweater (oversized on me) out in public. It smelled of perfume, nobody even thought anything strange but I was hooked. I actually kept it on when I got home and only when my mother noticed it did I have do give it back. I did learn to appreciate the feel and smell of her sweat and perfume on the sweater though - most arousing for me as a child. After that, babysitting for them was an exploration of sweaters that was amazing!

I have loved sweaters, wearing women's sweaters in public, and enjoying the smell of sweaters that have been worn ever since.

[sneezesweater]

I know exactly what you mean! I enjoy wearing a woman's sweater sometimes too, but only in private. In my teens I had actually started the habit of "borowing" sweaters from various women, sometimes permanantly and some of which I still own. I didn't actually view it as stealing at the time until I sat and thought about it. There's just something about a sweater when I know the woman that's worn it prior to me getting my hands on it. Their perfume, sweat etc... I remember a friends mother that used to have a huge sweater coat/cardigan at a time when they weren't very popular and she wore it constantly. She also sneezed and blew her nose fairly often and was rarely without a handkerchief in her sweater pocket. When I got ahold of that sweater, sure enough, her hanky was in the pocket and also a pack of her cigarettes that she smoked every now and then. It just made the whole situation all the more exciting. I swear I can still smell her perfume and a faint cigarette odor, which ordinarily would be a turn off, on that sweater around the cuffs to this day.

As far as "m", I couldn't bring myself to steal one of her sweaters. I'd feel too bad about it. This was the closest i've come to that in a very long time. Besides, It'll turn me on more to see her in it than for me to wear it anyway honestly. Unless she let me wear one of her sweaters..while she wore one too... that would be, well... perfect!

[lovecowls]

Yeah, I agree about taking others items - I went through a couple more phases when young and then in college I stopped. Nowadays, if I happen to see someone wearing something to my liking, depending on the location and situation, I will sometimes ask they if they would consider selling the sweater (although the fashion of today doesn't lend to have many requests anymore - not enough fuzzy stuff...). A lot of times it works, a lot of times it doesn't. Is a turn on to ask though. I bought a number of great items this way. College kids are usually willing to sell since the offering of good money for a sweater they don't value is tempting. My wife has lost track of our sweaters (she wears sweaters for me) - and it is amazing when she wears someone elses sweater and I can enjoy how it smells. Mmmmmmm.

[fluffstravels]

Thank you sneezesweater and lovecowls for posting your stories. I too admit to taking a couple sweaters when I was younger, but I felt bad about it later and I don't know how I would have explained it if I had been caught. Plus, I believe it's a slippery slope to start down. For me, my fetish for fluffy sweaters is not something I've ever been able to be fully honest about with anyone and possessing stolen sweaters only made me feel more shameful. I wouldn't recommend ever stealing a sweater no matter how beautiful, but when I was 17 I wasn't thinking straight and made off with a treasure:
I went out clubbing in the city one night with a group of friends, including a classmate and his older sister. His sister was amazing. They were half Vietnamese-half white, and she seemed to have gotten the best genes of both worlds. Funny, brilliant, and gorgeous, she commanded a confidence that made her seem much older than she was. She was definitely the leader of our group and had me turned on all night. When our evening of clubbing was over she invited us back to her and my classmate's house because their parents were away for the weekend. After we got there we found out that she had managed to score some LSD for the whole group (6 or 7 of us). I'm not advocating drugs, but I must be honest and say that was some amazingly good acid. As is the case with acid parties, people tend to wander around on their own at various times. As I wandered, I noticed some clothes hanging on a handrail by the stairs. One of the items was a short sleeved royal blue angora sweater. This was a very high quality angora sweater, surprisingly heavy for a short sleeved sweater and it had a softness that felt to the touch like a warm live bunny. Next to it was a peach angora skirt of equal weight, softness, and quality. After staring at and petting the clothes for a moment I scooped them both up and held them to my face. Though I tried to deny it to myself, it was at this moment that I knew I was going to steal them no matter the cost. I first told myself that I would just take them into the bathroom across the hall so I could get a good look at them in private. After I locked the door I immediately stripped off my clothes and put on the sweater and skirt. In the mirror I noticed the angora halos of both sweater and skirt extended even further than I expected and the skirt hit just above my knees. Every move I made was met with a rush of warmth, softness and excitement that is impossible to describe. Knowing that these clothes belonged to the sexy girl I'd had my eye on all night only enhanced the experience. Furthermore, with the LSD still coursing through my brain, I watched myself in the large mirror as I ran my hands up and down my now soft body and could easily fantasize that I was becoming as beautiful in these clothes as my friend's sister. All in all, it was a stunning experience. Fortunately, I managed to keep my head and not spend the rest of the night in the bathroom. I got back in my clothes and hid the sweater and skirt under some laundry there in the bathroom. I then went out, grabbed my overnight sack and mumbled something to someone about wanting to brush my teeth. Once back in the bathroom, I put both items in my bag and stashed my bag someplace out of the way until it was time to leave. It was only as the last of us were leaving the next morning that my friend's sister started asking if anyone had seen the clothes that she had left out to dry after hand washing them. She was upset and I was worried she would ask to look in our bags, but she didn't.
Although I enjoyed that sweater and skirt immensely, I regret stealing them. Besides, I ended up having to get rid of them a year later when I went off to university, since I didn't feel that I could risk having them in my dorm room or out of my control in my parents house.

[mofur]

Damn, this is an old thread!! But, I had to reply as those desiress are so close to my own. When I was young, I, too, had the desire to "borrow" sweaters, some for a short time, some for a little longer, a few permanently. My grown-up self of course does not look at this favorably, however, should the opportunity arise - it has not, not for a looooong time - who's to say I could withstand my compulsion. Today, I have at least 100 sweaters and cardigans from the chunkiest lopi sweaters to the hairiest mohair, every color and texture under the sun, all at the ready should I have the inclination (and I do - often), but, STILL, nothing really compares to those days of lusting for weeks or months after a particular sweater, dreaming of it, fantaszing about it, the adrenaline rush of actually "borrowing" it, and the deed itself, closely followed by shame, and almost immediately followed by arousal - again! Ah, the lure of youth.
At the time, I did not think long and hard about it, but later on, as my fetish has evolved over the years, I've arrived at this. Only sweaters/cardigans of female provenance have my interest (it was always thus, I just did not formulate it), and as I get older, I have noticed that I more and more look for "smelly" sweaters, by which I mean, that you can smell the former - female - owner in the sweater - sweat, perfume and....cigarette smoke. Unfortunately, only few sweaters have a cigarette smoke in them these days, but if I can smell it on e.g. the cuffs - laid double! - it turns me on sooooo much. Almost as much as if I can get a whiff of her sweat in the sweater's armpits. "Clean" sweat, mind you - and not overpowering, you got to be able to smell the wool itself. The same goes for the smoke - a whiff is deeply entoxicating to me - but if it smells like an 80's ashtray, it can be offputting instead (depending on the sweater, of course) These days I buy almost exclusively from different sales platforms for private second hand clothing on the net - and unfortunately, the sellers seem to want to present as clean a sweater as possible, whereas I would be happy, if she slept in it for two days and then shipped it - but, you cannot ask that - unless you want to be be banned on that sales platform. Luckily, there is a trend now, that you do not wash your chunky wool, but only air it - and another thing - Ive noticed that the young women are not as bothered with the items being overly clean. About a year ago, I bought a vintage Aran cardigan, filled with the sweetest scents.....mmmmmmm...but it does not happen often enough.
Would love to hear from others into the same thing - it would seem that the original posters have all vanished from this site