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Subject: Title story: "Spin cycle" Author: Luscious Lips 92903858
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Date: Wed, 06 Dec 2006 10:27:58 +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.
Im Trish and I hate this laundry room! We both laughed. She flashed me a smile,
My names Monica. We made idle chit chat as we waited for our clothes to wash.
She just moved here from England, was single and didnt 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 mornings 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? Its 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. Monicas perfect round ass and her pussy lips nestled
between her thighs were in full view. I couldnt 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, Id 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 ...
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