Karen's Sweaterboy, Pt. 2
Two nights later, in the early evening, Karen got a call.

Nervously, Michael introduced himself on the phone.  "Hi, this is, uh, 
Michael - from the other day at the store."

"Yes, hello Michael, what can I do for you?"

"I, well, you know, I was, well, I was wondering if it would be OK if I 
were to visit you tonight?"

"Well, that depends, Michael.  You know that I do love to get gifts from 
young men like you.  Especially sweaters.  Do you have anything you'd 
like to give me?"

"Y..Yes.  I bought the cashmere sweater set like you mentioned, and I've 
also got the sweaters I bought at the store.  I would love to be able to 
give them to you."

"Why how sweet!  I'll tell you what.  You may come to visit me the 
evening after tomorrow, exactly at 8:00 pm.  Be right on time.  Here is 
my address.  Now - when you arrive the front door will be open.  Let 
yourself in.  The living room will be on you left.  Put the gift boxes 
next to the large blue chair that you'll see.  Then take off all of your 
clothes.  Everything.  Fold everything neatly and put your clothes in 
one corner of the room.  Then get on your knees in front of the blue 
chair, facing the chair, and wait.  Is all of that understood?  If you 
do everything exactly as I've told you, then I'll let you give me the 
sweaters and I'll probably be willing to model them for you.  That is 
what you want, isn't it?"

Michael was stunned at what he was hearing, but also excited.  "Y..Yes.  
I understand.  And yes, that is what I want."

"Well, tell me in your own words what it is you want Michael, and tell 
me how much you want it."

"I ..I wa..want to give you the sweaters as gifts and I'd love to have 
you model them for me.  I, well, I .. I would really really like that.  
I'd like that more than anything."

"Oh, well how nice of you to say that" laughed Karen.  "But there is 
something more.  Tell me Michael - how often do you masturbate?"

"Uh .." Michael was so taken by surprise by the question that he could 
barely talk.

"Tell me" Karen repeated.  "If you are going to visit me, you're going 
to have to be open and honest with me.  I demand that!"

"Pretty much every day" Michael whispered.

"And have you thought about me as you've masturbated recently?  Have you 
thought about how I'd look in that cashmere sweater set or in the pink 
mohair?"

Michael's reply was in such a whisper that Karen could just barely make 
out what he said.  "Y..Y..Yes.  I have.  Every time.  I'm sorry."

"Oh, don't be sorry" replied Karen.  "I assumed you would.  It's nice.  
But for the next couple of days, until you visit me, when you play with 
yourself and think about me, I don't want you to release.  Is that 
understood.  I'm very serious about this.  I want you to rub yourself a 
lot while thinking about me, but you simply may not let yourself finish.  
If you do, I'll able to tell, and I won't model the sweaters for you.  
Is that fully understood?"

"Yes Ma'am.  I understand.  I'll be there when you said.  And I'll do 
exactly what you told me.  Thank you."

"That's good, Michael.  But as a bit of a test, what I want you to do 
right now is pull down your pants and underwear.  Then, I want you to 
think about me in the pink mohair sweater, and rub yourself.  But what 
you have to do is tell me how close you are to cumming.  Use a scale 
from one to ten where ten is the point of no return.  OK - take down 
your pants.  Tell me when you've got them down around your ankles."

Karen could hear sounds of Michael pulling down his pants.

"My pants and underpants are down now."

"Good" replied Karen.  "Are you erect?"

"Yes"

"How much would you say?  A bit soft, or really hard, or what?"

Karen had a pretty good idea what the answer would be.  She could tell 
from Michael's deep but irregular breathing that he was already quite 
aroused.

"Very hard" he replied.

"Wonderful.  Now start stroking yourself.  That's it.  And don't forget 
to tell me how you feel."

"F..five..............five................six ...six"

"That's it.  Think about me wearing the pink mohair Michael.  Think 
about how soft and thick it is.  Oh, it will feel so good next my skin.  
I love to wear sweaters like that without a bra.  The way the mohair 
caresses my nipples is just delicious."

"Eight .....eight ......NINE"

"STOP Michael.  STOP!"

Karen could hear Michael panting, but could tell he had stopped the 
rubbing.

"Bye for now Michael."  And Karen hung up.