The Sound Of Dirty Laundry - Sex Stories

The Sound Of Dirty Laundry

... feet just on both sides of a corner. Then she raised the hem of her skirt up slowly, exposing her creamy thighs, and just enough to flash the crotch of panties. Sucking in her lips and pinching her brows, she shifted forward and felt the rapid stutter of hard, smooth metal press against her. "Mmm-uh," she hummed and puffed her lips open when she felt the rugged quiver. Her mouth remained slipped ajar, her lips fluttering and teeth chattering as she pushed in tighter, caressing her belly against the washer. Within moments, she was shifting unsteadily on her feet, repositioning herself as she felt a sudden weakness in her knees. As the machine continued shuddering in service of her pleasure, she completely surrendered to it. Soon she was leaning heavily against the machine, letting it fill her with luscious vibrations below while she cupped and massaged her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. She flicked her thumb against her nipple, causing her to gasp sharply, her voice lost amongst the incessant prattle of the washer. She probably would never tell Krista about this experience, but for now, she was thankful she counted her as a friend. She rubbed her pelvis against the machine, up and down, pushing against its vibrating shell. Breathing quickly, erratically, feeling her belly hinge and her crotch twitch, Caitlyn closed her eyes and tilted her head back, gasping and moaning. Her mind was cleansed of everything, allowing her just one vibrant, lurid thought. "Uh... ...

... Jae," she breathed. It was at the moment of wanton clarity that her sixth sense--over the clamor and lust--kicked in. She froze in her throes of ecstasy, and opened her eyes wide. Hesitantly, she turned her head. Standing on the stairs beside her was the man whose name she had just uttered. He looked back at her with a smile so sharp it looked like it had been cut into his tight lips and piercing eyes. Caitlyn gasped as if she had just been slapped across her face and rear at the same time. She felt the blood in her pull to her heart. She whirled around and backed against the still heaving machine. Jae ambled down the stairs with a deliberate, cool swagger. He positioned himself on the floor, cutting Caitlyn's escape route off, like a cat cornering a mouse. Her butt still pressed up against the shaking washer, she looked aside almost unable to match his gaze. She cleared her throat and did a double-sweep of her hair around the back of her ears, holding her fingers at the side of her neck as she thought and fought back her heart as it thumped its way up her throat. After moistening her lips, she finally turned to him and said, "Uh... look... " Jae interrupted with a quick, flashing sign of his hands. Caitlyn squinted, confused. She recognized his signing, but it didn't quite register. She shook her head, "Sorry... I don't... " He held up his hands, pointed to his eyes, then hers. "Watch carefully." "You... you were watching me?" she said. That certainly didn't put her at ease. ...