|
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 had dropped
the soap 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 tilted 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 complained about doing my laundry.
Return to Erotica Index
|
