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Date: Sat, 24 Sep 2005 22:16:09 +0000
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Saturday afternoon means laundry time. I hated doing laundry. I hated the fact
that I had to go all the way down to the basement of our building. It was cold
down there, not to mention boring. There was usually no one down there when I
did my laundry. This time was different. There was a chic there. "Hello," she
said as I walked down the last few steps, "I just moved in." "Welcome to the
building. I'm Trish and I hate this laundry room!" We both laughed. She flashed
me a smile, "My name's Monica." We made idle chit chat as we waited for our
clothes to wash. She just moved here from England, was single and didn't believe
in panties. She was funny and was rapidly growing on me. She and I met like that
for a while, both always being the only ones down there Saturday mornings.
A few Saturday morning's later I headed down to start some laundry and there she
was in only a t-shirt. At first I thought she must have ran out of clothes, but
dismissed that idea since she never had a problem before and was there last
Saturday. She turned around and smiled. "I thought that was you, Trish." "Who
else would it be? It's just us on Saturdays." Then I got the hint. She was down
there not to do laundry but waiting on me. She sashayed over to me. She leaned
forward and pressed her body against mine as she reached behind me and grabbed
her detergent. The smell of her mixed with the smell of the laundry room and the
feeling of her perky breasts pressing against mine made me tingle all over. I
watched her add her soap to the load. "Oops!" She had dropped the soap scoop
onto the floor. She bent over, her t-shirt climbed further up her body as she
reached down to pick up the scoop. Monica's perfect round ass and her pussy lips
nestled between her thighs were in full view. I couldn't help but stare and try
to keep from drooling.
She of course knew I was looking at her, she did it on purpose. As she stood
back up she turned her head at me and smiled seductively. I was still trying to
stop staring at her ass as her t-shirt slid back down her body and covered it. I
was having all kinds of thoughts go through my mind and by the time I realized
she had turned around, I felt myself become moist. She took my hand in hers,
brought it up underneath her shirt and cupped my hand around her breast. Her
erect nipple pushed against the palm of my hand as I squeezed a little firmer.
Her soft moan was barely audible over the hum of the washing machine. I slid my
other hand under her shirt and cupped her other breast.
I began to lightly knead her flesh in each hand, as I did, I straightened my
arms, making her shirt rise up her body revealing her tits. Her soft skin was
covered in goose bumps from my touches and from the cool air. I tugged upwards
and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it aside. I quickly brought my mouth
to her breasts, kissing around them, down her cleavage and underneath them. They
were perfect, perky and just the right size. I slowly sucked each nipple into my
warm mouth, let my tongue dance around it and letting it fall out of my mouth.
Her moans were still soft, and were starting to become whimpers as I continued
to play with her tits.
She tiled her head back; her long brown hair spilled onto her back and brushed
my arm around her waist. I slid my other hand down her ass and around her thigh,
working upwards to her mound. I lightly brushed the back of my fingers along her
thick hair. She jumped slightly at my touch and gasped in surprise. I slowly
worked my fingers into her wetness, every time I went a little further, I'd pull
them back out and go again. I was teasing the hell out of her and her whimpers
grew louder and more desperate.
I stopped teasing and began to let my fingers stroke the length of her clit,
stopping just short of her tight hole. She raised her thigh and wrapped her
leg around my hip giving me better access. I slipped my middle finger into
the depths of her moist pussy making her moan in delight. She instantly
squeezed tightly around my finger as it penetrated her. I rolled my thumb
over her clit as I slowly wiggled my middle finger along her g-spot. She
pressed her hips against mine, forcing my finger in further. "Mmmm Trish."
She moaned again, "Fuck me with your fingers baby!" I immediately increased
my speed at her command, pumping my finger in and out of her pussy as my
thumb rolled over her clit.
I felt her pussy spasm around my finger and her juices began to flow coating my
fingers. She squeezed her thigh tightly around my waist, pressing her body
firmly against mine as her climax rushed over her, her hips rocking against my
hand. As she came down from her climax she lowered me down onto the pile of her
clothes scattered on the floor. She slipped her tongue from between her lips and
licked mine, leaving a wet trail across my mouth. I couldn't resist and pulled
her tongue into my mouth. As we kissed she brought her hands up my long t-shirt
pulling it upwards and revealing my shaven mound and eventually my tits. Once
she felt her skin against mine she started to travel down my body.
Her warm breath sent tingles along my body as she breathed against my waiting
mound. She slipped her tongue from her mouth again and lightly ran it the full
length of my lips. I wanted to scream it felt so good. With her fingers, she
spread my lips apart and went straight to sucking on my clit. My legs spread as
far as I could get them, giving her ample room to maneuver and tantalize my
pussy. She brought one of hands down and pushed two of her fingers deep inside
my canal. I moaned loudly in delight and squeezed tightly around them, pinning
them inside me. She slowly rubbed her fingers against each other as she sucked
and licked my clit. Her sucking sounds filled the laundry room.
She would stop every so often and blow a jet of warm air across my clit causing
my body to shudder. I felt my orgasm begin to build within me and my moans
steadily grew louder until they erupted almost into screams. My climax was
intense and forced my entire body to tense up as it consumed me. I squeezed my
thighs around her face forcing her tongue against my clit. My juices flowed
freely and covered her mouth and fingers. As she worked me down from my climax
my body went limp and I struggled to catch my breath.
She reached up, pulled my long shirt back down, and helped me up. We kissed
again, my juices thick on her tongue. I never again did complain about doing
my laundry.
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