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Ironing In The Kinks
by Sue (address withheld)

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She's interrupted while ironing. Interrupted in the 
nicest way. (MF, rom)

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We've come home from the Caribbean after a week of 
great sexual explorations that help us to discover the 
intense erotic needs that we both have hidden away too 
long. You had to go back to work today, but I have one 
more day off. So I'm unpacking my suitcase and I come 
across the satin panties that I was wearing that dark 
night a week ago. They haven't been washed, and I know 
that they carry the scent of my excitement. 

Just thinking about it gets my juices flowing, but I 
keep myself from reaching down to touch myself. All I'm 
wearing is a long nightgown... nothing else. I'm 
enjoying teasing myself with just these shivering 
thoughts and the feel of the fabric rubbing over my 
nipples.

Now I've just finished doing the laundry left over from 
the trip. It has evoked so many sexy memories of all 
the crazy things we did last week. Each piece of 
clothing I touch is whispering secret stories into my 
ears. My whole body is getting charged up and alive.

Ironing is normally such a drag, but I get out the 
ironing board. And that's when I hear a knock on the 
door to my apartment. It's you! A computer failure at 
the office gave you the rest of the day off. And right 
away, you can tell from the look in my eyes what it is 
that I have in mind. 

As if I wasn't obvious enough, I slowly lick my lips. I 
can almost hear your mind churning; you're looking 
around the apartment looking for a prop to use for a 
new sexual adventure. Whatever it is, I know that it 
will be good.

Your gaze settles on the ironing board. What do you 
have in mind, I wonder. You turn me around and gently 
guide me over to the narrow end of the board. I hear 
you pull down the zipper of your trousers, and then the 
rustle of your pants dropping to the floor. Then you 
reach around me to pull off the ironing board cover, 
leaving only the vinyl protector. 

Grasping the gown at my waist, you inch the material 
upward gradually until I feel the room air on my rear 
and on my cunt hair, which is soaking wet. It feels so 
cool; it makes me shiver. I can't help but clench the 
muscles of my cunt, which squeezes out more of my 
vaginal fluid. Your hands rise up my sides, knuckles 
bumping along my ribs, lightly tickling, bringing a 
giggle to my lips. 

As your hands reach my armpits, I raise my arms, and 
you lift the nightgown all the way up and off. I leave 
my arms straight up in the air, and you toss the gown 
aside and cup my breasts, gently pumping, fingers 
straddling my nipples You push me forwards with your 
hips... actually, it is your semi-hard cock that probes 
at my ass and pushes me forward.

The blunt end of the ironing board bumps into my cunt, 
and I can't help but to push my mons against the cool 
vinyl. Even through my thick labia, I can feel the 
pressure against my enclosed clitoris. Mmmmm.

You step back from me and I turn my head to watch you 
strip off your clothes. I'm sure I know what's coming. 
You are going to bend me forward and plunge your cock 
into my cunt. I'm picturing it and anticipating it, 
wondering if you are going to tease me by slowly going 
in, a quarter inch at a time, or are you going to push 
into me all in one stroke? I know that I'm wet enough 
for you to do that easily if I concentrate on loosening 
all my cunt muscles. I slowly wiggle and shimmy my ass 
at you, and wink with my eye. If you could see my 
crotch right now, you would probably see it winking, 
too.

But instead of accepting my wanton invitation, you 
start walking away across the room. What do you have in 
mind? Into the dining room you go, and then you come 
back with a couple of dining chairs. You place one just 
beside my right foot, and one beside the left. What on 
earth!! 

On your instructions, I step on to the chairs, with my 
legs spread. Then you step up behind me and lay your 
cock straight out onto the tip of the ironing board, 
which is at the perfect height. I can look straight 
down between my breasts and below my sparse and matted 
cunt hair to see your cock, which is drooling onto the 
vinyl. 

That is all I can see of you without turning around. 
Your hands grab my waist and gently pull me down, and 
down. I lean forward and grip the sides of the board, 
and then settle down the last few inches so that my 
cunt opens wide and my labia part around the length of 
your shaft. I now can see only the head of your cock. 
Your hands come up to my breasts and tweak my nipples, 
and I can't stop myself any longer. 

I quickly discover that I can move forward and back and 
rub my clit over the length of your cock. Your pre-cum 
is mixing with my flowing juices, and there is plenty 
of lubrication. My labia are literally swallowing your 
cock, licking the sides like dual tongues. And best of 
all for me is the feeling that I get as my clit pops 
over the raised edge of the crown of your cock. It's 
like you were licking me and I was licking you at the 
same time. 

I'm glad that I bought this heavily-built ironing 
board, because I'm really starting to rock back and 
forth faster and harder. I can hear your encouraging 
whispers and grunts, and I'm gasping and panting too. 
My long blond hair hangs straight down and I start 
whipping it around as my head dances. You remain 
perfectly still as I caress your cock. 

I don't know how you have the discipline. My own body 
is thrashing and pistoning with no way that I can 
control it. I'm going to have my orgasm now, and you 
can sense it, I'm sure, since you tell me that you too 
are about to come. 

And there it is. I stop pistoning and start vibrating 
and squeezing my thighs together rhythmically. Looking 
down between my breasts, as my eyelids flutter, I can 
see the jets of your come spurting forward along the 
ironing board. Fireworks are going off in my head, and 
more of my juices are flowing down onto your cock. I 
loose my ability to stand on my legs and fall forward 
onto the ironing board and your pools of cum. 

I'm so exhausted and satisfied. It's too much for me, 
and I loose consciousness, falling into a sleep that I 
know will be as filled with erotic dreams as my cunt 
will be filled with your rejuvenated cock later today. 

I hope your post-orgasmic nap is as sweet as mine. 

END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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