The washing machine - Sex Stories

The washing machine

... corner. "Don't just stand there, help me hold this!" I rushed to the opposite end of the machine and held it down as it vibrated. "I put too many clothes into it," she grinned sheepishly. Her cleavage was tantalizing to say the least, and I noticed her crotch so close to the rounded edge of the machine. My porn ideas started to flow imagining various possibilities with that vibrating edge. Her hands were at the diagonal edges of the machine while I was right opposite her jamming my unprotected crotch against it making sure my cock was pointing down as it already had started to act according to my perverse thoughts. I looked at her face, smiling at her and vibrating along with the machine as it tried to spin the clothes. Her hair was boyish as ever and the t-shirt stretched tight over her slim body with her tummy slightly exposed. Was I imagining it or was that strip of bare midriff expanding? Since we were leaning over, I got real close to her and managed to get a good glimpse of her lovely cleavage. Her breasts seemed to mash against each other showing a indentation between them making me want to push my finger in it. She didn't seem to mind my scrutiny or so it seemed as there was no visible reaction on her lovely face and pouting lips. I forgot to mention her lips. They put Angelina Jolie to shame. Mom says that I have full lips too and long lashes that would have looked better on my s****r. I couldn't stop thinking about her crotch and willing it to move so that it could ...

... rest against the vibrating edge and wondered if she would like it. Her crotch was puffed up in the way it does when a girl wears a tight pair of shorts. It was mesmerizing. One thing led to another and I was starting to imagine how she looked like under her shorts. Invariably my cock started getting harder which was not a good thing and the vibrating metal amplified the effect. The strength of my shorts was being tested along with their elasticity. My face was going red by the second and willing my erection down was a near impossible task. I was not willing to move away from the vibrating metal that would have helped in achieving this goal. One jerk from the machine and my cock sprang up to rest on the edge in plain view. I was glad that the button on the opening at the crotch managed to hold the head in place. I was lost in thought about how I could slip it back down when I heard her voice in the distance. "I think this end is bucking a bit more than yours. Can you hold this end Jake?" I noticed that her eyes were on my bulge, but she didn't say a word as her whole body jiggled. My head was full of my problems to notice anything wrong about this request as I was happier to be out of sight. When she didn't move aside to let me hold her side of the machine which would have been the right move, I started to get worried. She stood there with her ass pointed toward me as I went close to her. The picture of Sara Stone (the porn star) came into my mind. My eyes when to her neck and ...