Laundry Room Love(Current Rating 80/100, based on 76 votes)
It was Sunday again, and the weather was just that...a melancholy blue and shadowed afternoon, cool to the touch. Last night, another bore, living by herself just isn't what she expected. Mom and Dad are a lifetime away with a life of their own. Work to do tomorrow, but what's new? The laundry needs to get done, so that's today's task. Bright cottons and lacy frills, she often wears her finest underwear alone. Bedtime is warm these days but just in the sense of a thick blanket and soft sheets. She's been alone for quite some time now, I guess, her entire life, some might say. Her mind wanders and her hand satisfies...usually in the evening, after a day of work, or on lazy weekends in the morning. Today, she was particularly aroused...and the touching before did little to curb her appetite. In a hurry to start a load of laundry, she slides on a pair of sweatpants, on bare skin. They are tight and snug to each curve, revealing but comfortable. Much the same wit
h a matching top, she closes the zipper, and inside plump breasts, still swelled from the last day of menstruation. With her dirty clothes in a basket, she hurries out the door forgetting the detergent inside. It's quiet in the halls, a Victorian style carpet of flower design and pale pink walls. The air is stale here, tasting of time. Towards the center of the hall is both an elevator shaft and a door leading to the stairs. The elevator is ancient and squalls throughout the floors, so she decides to just walk instead. The washing machines lie waiting, in the basement, only three floors below.
A few moments pass and she's standing outside the closed room. Her mind is a little dizzy from the trip and because she hadn't eaten since the afternoon the day before. As she goes to open the door, she's met by a hard body and bright light. Crashing to the floor, the basket and her clothes, scatter like an exploding bomb. And the young man standing above her, cries out with surprise and worry. Are you ok, wonders the man, as this fragile girl looks up at him in confusion. He reaches out a strong, tan hand. And she takes it, embarrassed that her most revealing intimates are everywhere. The man smiles, apologizes, and begins picking up the garments, before realizing what they were. The shy girl, with a blushing face, thanks him as she goes about picking up the rest, at an almost superhuman speed. He can't help but marvel at the collection...soft and sexy, he wonders what each had looked like on her petite body. They're the only two in the laundry room. One of
the machines rattle as they wash. The dark-haired man extends his hand again but this time as an introduction.
"Hello", he says, "my name is Jesse. May I ask yours?"
"Of course, I'm Silvia".
"Silvia? Sounds exotic...I don't believe I've seen you around here before."
"Well, that's because I'm new to this place. I'm originally from Austria, but I'm spending the semester here, in Indiana, working on my doctorate."
"Sounds interesting. Well, I apologize again for my bad manners. I forgot money for the machines, so I'll be back in a few."
Silvia smiles as she runs a hand through her hair, revealing her neck, in only the way that women know how. This doesn't go unnoticed to Jesse, who smiles back, sure to look behind as he exits the door. Just as he thought, a tight ass to go with that bright smile. Charming, mysterious, and sexy...she floods his thoughts as he hurries back upstairs to find more quarters. He stumbles on a step and nearly falls...but he's too preoccupied to get upset. He hopes she'll still be in the basement when he returns. Silvia looks for an open machine and finds it right away. There's one, next to a bottle of detergent, which she now realizes she has forgotten. Dropping each garment into the machine, she doesn't notice that one of them falls off the side, onto the floor. Looking around, she decides to just borrow some detergent from the bottle that's already there. Surely, whoever left it, won't notice that a little has gone missing. She unscrews the lid and just as she be
gins to pour, Jesse comes busting back into the room. Startled, Silvia, nearly drops the bottle, but instead regains her composure.
"I hope you didn't just put that bleach into your load of beautiful underwear!", he says jokingly.
"Huh! Is this yours? Bleach!?"
"Haha, of course it's mine, but no, it's not bleach. I'm only kidding." "It looks like you forgot one" he says, as he picks up her pair of brown, cotton panties.
She blushes again as he places them into her hand, except rather than let go, he gives her hand a squeeze and holds it, while at the same time locking eyes with hers. Both frightened and excited, she's unsure what to do next. Without thinking, she pushes against his stomach with her other hand, but not hard. As fast as she does this, he grabs that hand too and holds it firmly. In what seemed like a lifetime, his face, rough with a 2-day shadow, floats down in slow motion onto hers. Their lips push together causing instant heat and a tingle throughout her body. Rather than release, he pulls her body in closer, pushing her heaving breasts against his chest. She's breathing deeply and he's stealing every breath. His lips feel soft followed by a slight burning sensation caused by his unshaven whiskers. He grips her lower lip with his teeth, tugging until it snaps back with an audible smack. She can feel his bulge growing through her sweatpants. The lump in his jeans is situated slightly to the left and bumps into her right hip as he releases his hands from her hands and places them onto her back section. Sliding them up and down, he flirts with the upper part of her ass, letting his fingertips slide between the fabric of her pants and bare skin. She feels smooth and warm to him. Her skin is firm but soft to the touch. This girl is a thoroughbred, pure from the tips of her hair down to her toes. And he wants her, more than she should allow him to take. Jesse grabs two hands full of hair and pulls back Silvia's head, playfully. With her neck exposed, he takes a taste of it. Sinking his teeth into the tender flesh and thrusting his tongue out from his mouth, he runs it up along her neck, until he reaches an ear lobe. Carefully, he tugs the lobe, like a bird does a worm from a hole. She can feel blood rushing to her brain in waves, rushing to the tips of her breasts, rushing to the tiny button of pleasure within her pants. Her
entire body is pulsing like one steady heartbeat. She can hear her heart thumping inside her mind. It's deafening and heavy. She sinks her fingers into his shoulders. Begging to be picked up and placed onto the washing machine, he pulls upwards from her thighs with one motion, placing her onto its top. She's now sitting, her legs spread with his body in between them. Licking and biting and kissing, more clothes start to fall. She pulls off his T-shirt. He savagely rips down her zipper, exposing her steaming flesh. His face disappears into the soft valleys. He bites each nipple, threatening to slice one right off. The skin around each is red from his playful abuse and her crotch is getting more wet as he continues. The hot moistness can be seen through the sweats and felt against his stomach as his mouth explores more of her chest. Pulling at his jeans, the top button becomes undone. Working together, Jesse slides his hand down inside the waist of her sweats as she pulls at more buttons of his. His hand is instantly soaked causing his big, middle finger to slide from the top of one flap and into the edge of the open canal. The heat is amazing and his finger wants more. Instead of pushing it inside, he pulls his hand up, causing it to stroke the tip of her clit as it exits. His hand is back out and now both are pulling her pants down, causing her to moan in anticipation. He finishes unbuttoning his and pulls them completely off. Tossing them to the side, he goes right back to work, except this time, with his mouth. On his knees, he teases at first, only allowing the tip of his tongue to brush the skin right above the start of her slit. Carefully, he works the tongue downwards, tracing along each lip, in a tight circle. On the third rotation, he allows the tongue to tighten and rather than continue along the edges, thrusts it, deeply inside of her. Silvia, in surprise, gasps and clenches Jesse's head with her hands...pressing it firmly against her crotch. Jesse doesn't pull back, but instead gives her what she wants. His tongue continues in full strokes, sucking with his lips at her clit. He can feel it, full with blood, throbbing between his lips. With one hand, he pushes a finger into her as he continues pleasing with his mouth. He can feel her pleasure growing and her body wanting to spasm. Her moans are echoing along the walls yet are drowned out by the rattle of the machines. Bright, hot light from the sun is pouring down in from the windows...onto their nude bodies. Jesse's member is throbbing with hardness. A tiny dribble of his precum has dripped down below him, as he aches to position himself inside of her. Standing upright, he places her legs around him, hugging his waste like a frightened child. With the tip of his member, he flirts with her slit. Alternating between a shortened stroke, and rubbing across the clit, he finally thrusts once, very deeply. Using her firm ass to grab onto, he starts to pump his body. It's slow but steady...and each motion is deep. The head is out, then disappears, out, then disappears. Like the ticking of a fine clock, slow but smooth, she allows him to slide in and out of her warmth.
It feels like I'm melting inside of you...going in and out of a tunnel of wet, heat. I don't hold back. Your orgasm is about to begin. You are licking your lips more and your face is strained and tight. Your eyes are set on mine, as I continue, allowing my finger to rub in circles around your clit at the same time. Your orgasm begins with a gasp, followed by violent shaking and loud moans. There's an overwhelming tightness around my member as your canal spasms, pulling me in deeper. It's got hold of me, like a warm hand. It's at this time that I feel a rush of my own. I've reached the point of no return and I know that the cum to follow will splash everywhere inside of you. I can feel life and death at the same time. As my mind goes blank, I see your glistening face, full of passion and moaning agony. With a final, hard thrust, I begin my release. Your eyes light up and your lips crack a slight smile of satisfaction...as you watch me lose control. You can see the little boy in me coming out, loving his mother...his lover. You feel the world spinning beneath...and hear the Gods laughing at us from above. Things will never be the same.
Author: sulfy |
