Crocheted Bikini - Part 1

 

“I can do that.” you say to yourself as you close the crochet pattern book that she left on the coffee table.

When you were younger, your mother and grandmother taught you how to crochet and knit. As you got older, you stopped because you had so many other things to do.

That, and while you were in college, some of your friends joked about how you had so many “feminine hobbies”. But years later, you can still do it, or at least you think so.

The book you flipped through was a seasonal pattern book, “50 Summer Projects”. You saw several things: washcloths, beach bags, handbags, light shawls, hoodies, and the item that caught your eye, a bikini.

The pattern was basically made with four triangles, two for the top and two for the bottom. There was also an alternate bottom G-String, that only used one triangle.

“I could make this and surprise her with it.” But there aren’t any special days coming around soon. “Aw what the heck, just giving it to her will make it a special gift.”

“What’s that honey?” you hear her call from the other room.

“Nothing dear. Are you making something out of this ‘Summer Projects book?” you respond.

She comes into the room. “Yea, I’m making this…” she says as she picks the book off the end table. “the Beach Bag.” She holds up the pattern with the corner of the page folded over.

You look at it. “That will look great. How far along are you?”

“I just started making the flat bottom. The sides will take longer, and then of course the handles will be the last thing.” You nod quietly. “Why do you ask?” She says putting it back down.

“I saw it on the table and was just curious. It has been a long time since I… I mean, since I watched my mom crochet. I just remembered that I need to pick a few things up from the store. Do you need anything?” you ask as grabbing your wallet and keys.

“No. I’m good. Are you going to pick up something for dinner?” she responds as she sits down and grabs her crochet project from the old shopping bag that was beside the couch.

“Sure. I’ll be back shortly.” you say as you kiss her. Her lips, as always, feel so soft and warm. But you need to go to the craft store and pick up a few items.

In the craft store, you go down the aisles of yarn with a basket in your hand. You know you need 100% cotton but are surprised at all of the colors. There are solids, brights, pastels, and variegated.

“I need to keep it simple.” you say aloud.

There are enough skeins of Canary Island Yellow to make what you need. You grab a couple of extras, and a couple of skeins of Woodland Brown.

Then you go over to the crochet hooks. You try to remember what size you used as a kid. Then you read the label on the yarn, “Medium 4” 5mm US H/8, 10cm x 10cm, 13sc x 14r.

“5mm. Maybe that is the right size.” The hooks aren’t all that expensive, so you get a few ranging in size from 4mm to 6mm. You also buy a reusable shopping bag to keep everything together. You check out and then go to the local barbeque chicken place and get an order to go.

“What took so long?’ she asks as you carry in the food.

“Oh, you know, when you want a quick ‘to-go order’ so does everyone and their brother.”

“Mmmm that smells good.” she says as you open it up and dish her a plate. “Did you get everything you need?” she asks as she takes a quick forkful.

“Yes. There are just a few things I need for the office tomorrow, so I left them in the car. Don’t worry. Let’s just enjoy dinner.”

After dinner, you both snuggle on the couch. “I was going to work on my beach bag….” she says as you kiss her and caress her breasts under her t-shirt.

“Oh. I can wait.” you say as you release her and sit up.

She pulls you back on top of her. “No. I said I was going to. But now I want to see how hard I can make you.”

The next hour is spent kissing, licking, sucking, caressing, fingering, and fucking.

As you lie on her, you stroke her hair. “Is that more enjoyable than crocheting?”

“I don’t know.” she says in a playful tone. “You are good, but are you as useful as a beach bag, when I’m finished.”

You kiss her, get up, and gather the clothes off the floor. “Can a beach bag put your dirty clothing in the laundry?”

“It can carry them.” She says standing up and hugging you. “If you really want to impress me, do the next load of laundry.”

You kiss her, smiling. “Okay. Then am I better than a crocheted beach bag?” She smiles and smacks your bare ass as you go to the laundry room. She puts on a long t-shirt, sits and crochets.

The next day while you are in the office, you quickly check your messages and emails. Nothing important came in, so you pull a skein from the bag and roll it into a ball. It allows you to check to make sure there aren’t any breaks in the yarn and if there are, you can quickly tie them together again. You had forgotten how relaxing it was to just wind a ball of string, moving it, rolling it in your fingers and turning it so it keeps its round shape. In no time at all you have a ball of yellow twine in your hand. You quickly roll a second one, and then place them both back in the bag.

You check your computer again. No messages, and no new orders. This time of year, is quiet. The major projects have been finished and the new ones normally come out at the end of summer. That is why the office is so quiet and so many people are on vacation. You do an online search for a crocheted bikini pattern. You should have copied down the directions from her book, but you knew you could search at work.

Some different patterns show up but you quickly find one that is similar to the one you saw. You print it, and then take a moment to read it. It has four sizes. S, M, L, and XL.

You hadn’t really thought about it. Her breasts are full and lovely but most of her clothes are “medium” or at least you think so. You decide to make the Large triangles and then measure one of her bras before you assemble it. Reaching in the bag, you pull out a hook. The pattern calls for a “G” hook, so that is the one you use.

Making a slip knot, you try to think back to what your mother and grandmother showed you. Making chains, single crochet, and double crochet. You slowly make a chain, trying to make sure you don’t pull too tightly.

According to the directions after your first row, starting at the second row, you will decrease at the turn and then decrease at the end of the row. Odd rows are just straight and even rows have the decreases. The cotton yarn feels soft but as you crochet it, the slowly growing triangle feels firm. “I might be pulling too tight.” you tell yourself.

Then the phone rings. It is one of your co-workers calling with a question.

You set down your crocheting and focus on work. As you help your colleague, you roll up the triangle and put it onto the shopping bag along with the pattern.

During your lunch break, you go to the local sandwich shop and pick up something to eat. As you sit in the break area, you work on your crocheting. By the end of lunch, you have your first triangle.

Holding it in your hand, it feels firm and not really soft and flexible. It also is smaller than what the finished size should be according to the pattern.

“I must be pulling too tight.” You tell yourself. Adding a quick edging, you decide to use it as a coffee coaster on your desk. “I’ll try this again tomorrow.” You say as you put the bag in a desk drawer and finish the workday.

The next day, after checking messages and emails, you take the bag out of the drawer and began crocheting again. You slowly and gently made your initial chain, checking the measurement against the pattern. Then you repeated what you did yesterday, but keeping your tension on the yarn, relatively light, and moving the hook more gently. After a few minutes, you get into a rhythm. Then you pause.

There is some of that “mandatory annual training” that HR puts out online. If you put your headphones on and listened to it, you could knock out those classes, and get crocheting done too.

On your computer screen you see the list. “Sexual Harassment in the Workplace”, “Information and Computer Security” “Human Trafficking and It’s Signs” and “Company Records Management and You”.

None of these are exciting but they are all due within the next two months. Most of your co-workers make a mad scramble to knock them out, but with so many people on vacation, the videos will play on the network without any buffering.

You type up a quick email for your supervisor, telling her that you are going to “Knock out my mandatory training classes, while things are quiet in the office.” You also change your message status to “Training”.

An email response pops up. “Great idea! Update me when you are completed.”

With your headphones on you start with the “Information and Computer Security”. It is a relatively long one, with multiple lessons. But you have been with the company for over 5 years now and the video is the same video. So, you hit play and concentrate on making your triangle. By the end of the class, you had made your first one and started the second. You next hit “Human Trafficking and It’s Signs”. By the time it ends you have two triangles, both the same size and edged. You measure them against the pattern. “So far so good.” Looking at the clock, you notice it will soon be lunch, so you will do the last two classes in the afternoon.

By the end of the day, you had five soft, cotton triangles, each the same size, and bright canary yellow. You quickly message your boss, “Completed all my mandatory training, and as a reminder, tomorrow is my telework day.”

She sends you a quick response. “Great job. I will look for you online tomorrow.”

You put everything in your shopping bag and go home.

“How was your day, Dear?” your love asks as you get home.

You try to mask your excitement of how much you accomplished by telling her. “I spent all day knocking out the company’s mandatory training.”

“Well, you look pretty good after all of that. Normally you look drained from hours of videos.”

You kiss her on the lips. “Well maybe I just got excited by the idea of “sexually harassing” you, or “trafficking” you so you are my sex slave and in charge of my “Records” and “Security”.

She hugs you placing her arms around your neck. “Does that mean you feel like a little “role play” in the bed tonight?”

Placing your hands on her ass, “Maybe. Do you want to be the ‘Boss’ or the ‘Secretary’”?

She kisses you firmly. “I want to be the ‘Boss’. Shall we have dinner first?”

After dinner, she puts on stockings, and a garter belt, no panties, with an old skirt and loose blouse, without a bra. She uses your telework desk as her ‘boss’ desk, demanding that you bring her paperwork to sign, and “Where’s my coffee?”. She has you dress in a pair of old work slacks that are a little too tight for the office, and a button-down shirt and tie.

The game progressed with you bringing her what she asked, and then her making suggestive remarks. The same kinds that were mentioned in the “sexual harassment” video. Apparently, her work has her watch a similar video every year too.

The rest of the night she was grabbing your ass, pulling your tie so she could kiss you, or pulling you down to her breasts and then between her thighs. The whole time you meekly commented “I don’t think I should do this.” Or “What is the owner of the company found out?” Her response was a mixture of “Do what I tell you, and we’ll see about getting you a promotion.” Or “I have just the position for you to fill.”

Soon she was ripping your shirt off your body, and ripping your pants open to free your hard cock. By the time you were both completely naked and sweating, it was time to go to bed and sleep.

“You seemed to be inspired and enthusiastic.” She says laying her head on your chest.

“I had a good day at work and tomorrow, when I telework, I should be able to get everything I was working on finished.” You respond slowly stroking her hair.

“Okay, so my going into my work tomorrow won’t be a problem?” she asks.

“Not at all. Maybe tomorrow you can see if you can take whatever corporate training you need.”

“Mmmmm take a few classes that will inspire me? Maybe tomorrow, I can be your IT tech, checking your problem with your router cables or whatever?” she says sighing as she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.

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