Laundry Day

Saturday morning means laundry time. Like most single guys, I hated doing laundry. I hated the fact that I had to go all the way down to the basement of the old house. It wasn't just cold down there, but incredibly boring. There was usually no one down there, and when I did see anyone it was usually the old lady who rented one of the apartments and besides me there was only one other tenant; a young female teacher that I rarely ever saw. The last apartment had been empty for a long time. It was an exciting place to live, as you can imagine.

This time, laundry day was different. I couldn't believe it, as I was shoving things into the machine I heard someone coming down the steps. It was a good looking woman.

"Hello," she said as she came down the last few steps, "I just moved in."

"Welcome to the building. I'm Tom and watch your step there's a mean drop right there." Maybe luck or maybe just fate, I was too late in warning her about the drop. Just as I said it, she tripped.

With a grin and cat like reflexes I managed to stop her fall.

We both burst out laughing at the awkwardness.

Then she flashed me a smile, "My name's Monica. Thanks for the warning and saving me from breaking my neck"

Trying for a little flair I bowed and then gently let go of her hand. There was something about this woman that simply got my attention. I suppose being between girlfriends also had some effect.

We made idle chit chat as we waited for our clothes to wash. She had just moved here from England, was single and didn't have a husband or boyfriend. She was witty, cute 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 the dreaded task and there she was in only a long t-shirt, no bra and I could faintly see the outline of her very scanty panties. 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. I was beginning to realize that not only was I completely infatuated with her, but it was clear now that she had worn the t-shirt on purpose and there could only be one explanation...

She turned around and smiled. "I thought that was you, Tom."

Who else would it be I thought too myself? It's just us on Saturdays. Then I got the hint. She was down there not only 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 my chest 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 up her body as she reached down to pick up the scoop. Monica's perfect round ass and pussy lips were in outlined against the tiny white panties. I couldn't help but stare and tried to keep from drooling.

She of course knew I was looking at her, she did it 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 hard.

She took my hand in hers, brought it up underneath her shirt and cupped my hand around her breast. I didn't need to do any more thinking; it was obvious what her intentions were.

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 the fleshy mounds in each hand, as I did; I straightened my arms, making her shirt rise up her body revealing her soft milky tits. Her skin reacted to my touch causing little 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 feeling each one stiffen in response. 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 I brushed her neck with slow soft kisses as my arm went around her waist. I slid my other hand down to her ass and around her thigh, working upwards to her panties. I lightly brushed the back of my fingers along the edge the seams, then gently pulled them down. She sighed and let the panties slide down to the floor, then unabashed stepped out of them completely revealing her neatly trimmed pussy.

It seemed strange to be in a basement laundry room with this naked woman, but if felt so right too. I leaned forward a moment and closed the creaky old door. I didn't want any visitors at this point. We were both too far into our lust to be stopped now.

Without taking my eyes away from her gorgeous body I stripped quickly, and then held her close getting the heat back into our bodies.

I was very hard at this point and she reached down and stroked my cock, it was deliciously erotic knowing we might have been caught. It was a whole new thrill for me as I'd never done anything like it before. I wasn't sure about her, but I didn't think Monica had had either.

After nuzzling her neck, while she stroked my cock I reached down to her mound. She jumped slightly at my touch and gasped in what I could only assume was pure pleasure. 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 Tom," she moaned "Fuck me baby" I immediately increased my speed 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. That was all I needed to take her fully. My hands wrapped around her tight little ass and I lifted her up, so her bottom was resting up against the edge of the washing machine. Monica's body slid down till we were at the right height. It was exquisite, her pussy came into contact with my urgently waiting cock and I slid right in.

My upward thrusts kept her impaled and in the right place. Her breathing quickened as I pumped her sweet tender tunnel. It was quick and passionate; every thrust brought us closer to the impending breathtaking release. She squeezed her thighs tightly around my waist, pressing her body firmly against mine as her climax rushed over her, her hips rocking against mine. Seconds felt like minutes as I climaxed along with her, filling her soft inner core with my cum.

As we came down from our climax 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. We kissed like that for some time, just enjoying the erotic sensations between us.

After a while we got back into our clothes and finished up our laundry. Never again did I complain about doing laundry. --

The End