badinfluencegirl

i sit on the machine and wait for it to finish it’s cycle. somehow it’s not nearly as done as i expected it would be but i don’t mind, there is something strangely soothing about the laundry room in all it’s warmth and stark tiling and i enjoy my time here.

i daydream a little as i wait there in the humming room, hips undulating gently while the washer spins beneath me.

the door opens and i look up with a gasp to see you framed in the doorway, all dark curls and wicked eyes. we nod gravely to each other as you enter and use a machine. i continue to let half my mind ride the washer but allow my eyes to fix on you.

you look up and smile again, standing and approaching. we nod gravely once more and you just keep coming closer, finally stopping inches from my face and just breathing there.

we stare at each other for a moment, eyes searching and bodies reaching even as we see something in our shared gaze. something that brings you closer still.

mouth flirting with mine your smile reveals the truth hiding in the wickedness of your gaze and our lips part and we breathe and stare and move our heads minutely as we ride the space between us and slowly close it.

lips touch and, breaths mingling, we are suddenly moving much less languorously as our bodies strain against each other and our hands roam. you groan into my mouth and grab my ass to pull me hard against your raging hard-on. i moan my satisfaction and rock my pussy against it as my buttocks clench against your fingers.

you squeeze harder, encouraging me to hump your erection through our clothing. i reach under your shirt and rake my nails up your well muscled back, legs lifting to scissor around that trim waist as the machine rolls beneath me.

you groan again when i reach between us to fumble with the clasp of your jeans. i, conveniently, am only wearing a yellow bathrobe and impatient fingers are already teasing my dense curls.

i mewl into your mouth even as i finally attain success with the zipper, it drags along your thickening arousal and your fingers grow more impatient, plunging into my suddenly soaked pussy even as i free your penis from it’s fabric prison.

i wrestle your jeans past your buttocks and relinquish your penis only long enough to take your boxers with them. my hand tickles your balls and then slides up your silky length. i grip you like a handle and pull you toward me, grazing my sopping wet pussy with your tip.

the machine spins to a stop and we freeze there, you just touching me as our mouths fuse and our tongues mate with each other. there is a click and the machine starts up once more, rumbling roll dipping you toward me ever so slightly more.

i start to tease my slit with your head even as your fingers shift to my clitoris, rubbing me until i am writhing against your hand and the machine almost equally. rubbing me until i flood the warm metal with juices and pull you closer.

you groan again and take my hand away, tip poised at my entrance for one second as you grab my buttocks and both pull and thrust at the same time. i am pinned and three times as aroused as i was one second ago. i moan into your mouth as you drive us, thrusting and pushing me while my upper body undulates against yours.

we aren’t going to last long at this rate and soon i feel tremors in your movements as your orgasm tries to overtake your motor control. you are driving into my welcoming depths and i can feel the walls of my vagina trembling and shuddering against you as my own climax comes on like a freight train.

frantically we increase our pace until i cry out and convulse all over your throbbing penis; convulsions that drive you over the precarious edge you’re hovering on. convulsions that take us both by surprise as we groan and let our upper bodies fall against each other.

we pant for a moment and then your face takes on a determined look as you start to thrust again, face contorting as we fuck once more and my body throbs and bucks around you. your pace quickens until, with a look of intense concentration you groan and spurt once more into my pussy.

i laugh again as you slip out of me, spent and covered in me while you pull your boxers and jeans over your half hard penis. i smile at you languidly in that way of a well satisfied female as you lean over and kiss me lingeringly.

without a word you turn and leave the room and i reach down to rub my aching clitoris until i come once more, your sperm and my arousal melting out of me to cover the washing machine in all the evidence there would ever be of our meeting.