Dirty Laundry By Resa

It's the hottest day of the summer and we're in the laundromat doing our laundry. We unload the dryer, it's late so we're the only two people in the laundromat. The night manager knows us he's not paying us any attention, watching a movie on his phone.

I walk up behind you and start nibbling on your ear, while you're trying to fold the clothes. You tell me "don't start nothing you can't finish" and walk away. I'm standing there licking my lips watching you walk, the shorts you have on have my full undivided attention and your wife beater fits your body like paint. Fresh manicure and pedicure, your hair is laced just the way I like it.

So I take my shorts out of your hand acting as if I'm folding them blowing kisses at you and pull you closer to me and kiss you softly. You kiss me back and then push me away smiling saying "stop being so fresh". I tell you to come closer to me and I kiss you again this time without stopping telling you "I intend to finish just what I started" winking at you and licking my lips.

I sit you up on top of the washing machine kissing you on your neck leaving passion marks, with my hand under your shirt fondling your breast through your bra. While you're kissing me on my neck giving me passion marks, then we kiss again more aggressively this time. I pull up a chair and put my hand up the left leg of your shorts I can feel your thong getting wet, I begin playing with your swollen clit with my index finger.

Slowly I go in and out with my finger making you get wetter and wetter, you can't take it anymore so you tell me to stop. I stop for a few and let you regain your composure. The night manager is about to make his rounds and leave us in the laundromat by ourselves and check the rest of the apt complex we live in.

Again it's the hottest day of the summer and it's late times the fact that we're alone in the laundromat. I walk back over to you sitting on top of the washing machine, we start kissing again. This time I un-hook your bra underneath your wife beater and begin to play with your nipple under your shirt, you begin to moan in my ear sounding so seductive.

You pull your shorts down just a little bit, I pull your thong to the side and begin to taste you just a lil' bit. I circle around your swollen clit and suck up your juices, with my tongue going in and out as your walls begin to grip slowly reaching your climax. Your moans turn into cries of passion, you can't help yourself letting go of all your inhibitions as you begin to grind slowly on my tongue.

I pull you closer to the edge of the washing machine and put your legs around my waist standing up as I slowly glide my strap in holding you closer to me so that no one can hear you moaning.  Your hips move slowly adjusting to the size of my strap, I meet your rhythm and work my hips in slow motion. In and out teasing you with just the tip all the while driving you insane from the intensity of my strap. I can feel your walls gripping my strap, by now you're soaking wet and have had multiple orgasms. With sweat dripping from our brow we kiss again, we're so engrossed in the moment that we didn't even notice that the night manager had returned from making his rounds.

I hear my phone ringing and it's you texting me telling me to come help you fold the rest of the clothes. That's when I realized that I had been daydreaming after you said "don't start nothing you can't finish". You asked me what was I doing all that time and all I could do is shake my head, walking over to where you are and tell you that I zoned out for a minute. With a strange look on your face you ask, "what were you thinking about?" All I could do is lick my lips and smile and say the things I would do to you here in this laundromat.