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Spin Cycle
by JT (trekkerjt@aol.com)
***
Kelly felt the sting of embarrassed heat in her cheeks
as if she'd been slapped. She began to speak then cut
herself off, realizing there was nothing she could say -
no matter how charming - that was likely to get her out
of this with even a sliver of her dignity intact... not
after getting caught with her nose in this woman's dirty
underwear. (FF, panties-fetish)
***
Kelly scooped an armful of wet clothes out of the washer
and sighed. There were a million things she could be
doing at 11:30 on a Saturday night... a million places
she could be... and sitting in an all night Laundromat
doing her laundry was probably the least attractive of
them all. She hefted her load to the line of dryers on
the wall and tossed the damp bundle inside along with a
crumpled dryer sheet that she would probably use at
least two more times before the night was over. Fishing
in her pocket for quarters, she popped one into the slot
and started the dryer.
She returned to the little corner of the Laundromat that
she had staked out for herself, taking a sip of Diet
Pepsi before diving back into her reading. The book was
a cheap romance novel plucked from the supermarket book
rack... a genuine bodice-ripper, a piece of unashamed
pulp rife with flowery prose that either made her feel
warm all over or violently nauseous, depending on her
mood.
It didn't help that all the couples in these novels were
boy/girl; but, she did what she so often did and
imagined it was some dark haired beauty with full lips
sweeping the heroine off her feet and not some smarmy,
big-chested hunk of a man. In her fantasy world, well
developed pectoral muscles became delicious round
breasts waiting to be fondled... a bulging member became
a hot, swollen clitoris just begging to be sucked.
The sound of the door opening forced her to stop just as
a pair of hands were slipping inside the blouse of the
main character in the novel. Kelly looked up, mildly
perturbed at the intrusion. The reason she came to the
Laundromat so late in the first place was to be alone,
which she always was. Justified or not, she'd come to
feel she had the run of the place. The sudden intrusion
into her turf raised her hackles and summoned a growl
deep in her throat, like a junkyard dog preparing to
defend its property.
Kelly bit back the words forming on her tongue when she
saw the delectable creature who had walked in. The woman
had a short crop of dark hair married with a lean face
and piercing dark eyes. She was dressed in a leather
jacket over a T-shirt and khaki shorts... with boots not
quite matching the jacket... but it was close enough to
be acceptable. Kelly shifted in her chair, suddenly
feeling self-conscious in her sweatshirt and jeans and
white tennies. The woman offered her a smirk and it was
only then that Kelly realized she had been staring.
Well at least I'm not drooling, Kelly thought. She
pretended to go back to her reading, but her eyes peered
over the top of the book in wolfish hunger as she
watched the other woman dump a brown paper bag full of
dirty clothes into a machine.
Hands dug in pockets in search of change and Kelly
imagined those hands stroking her body instead, like the
scene in the novel she pretended to read... hands
cupping her breasts, massaging them... tweaking the
nipples ever so gently until they stiffened to needy
erection. Then lips, full and wet, descending upon her
with a voracious hunger... kissing... sucking...
nibbling ever-so-lightly until she cried out... head
thrown back in desire...
Kelly put her book down and stood on wobbly legs, trying
to look casual as she walked over to the change machine.
The woman was even more beautiful up close, and Kelly
caught a whiff of something heavenly in the air... some
exotic perfume. The woman was bent over the washing
machine, wiggling that tight ass while adjusting the
wash settings. Kelly swallowed hard. She imagined
covering that lovely bottom with kisses, swirling her
tongue into the tight rosebud of an anus she just knew
those shorts concealed.
The woman turned around. Kelly quickly slipped a dollar
bill into the slot of the change machine, tapping her
foot impatiently. Her change sputtered out and she
hastily collected it, stuffing the quarters into the
pockets of her jeans. The woman snorted, giving her a
final look before heading out the door. Kelly whimpered
softly, her eyes fixated on the sway of the other
woman's hips... the look of those creamy thighs... the
round of that gorgeous ass disappearing into the night.
Oh well, Kelly thought wistfully. She started back to
her little corner and the book that awaited her, the
little interest she had in finishing it evaporating.
Then she spotted something out of the corner of her eye
and stopped, heart thudding excitedly in her chest.
There on the floor in front of the washing machine the
woman had been loading was a pair of light blue cotton
panties.
Kelly stole a glance around the Laundromat, confirming
she was alone. She licked her lips, reaching down with
trembling hands to snatch the pair of abandoned panties.
The material was soft in her fingers and she clutched
them possessively, slowly bringing them to her cheek and
nuzzling them... feeling a hint of dampness.
Heat swirled in her belly, making her lightheaded. She
cupped the panties in her hands as if they were some
religious offering and buried her face in the smooth
cotton fabric, inhaling the sweet musk of a total
stranger. The scent was heady... pungent, invading her
senses as she imagined feasting on the cunt that could
exude such a heavenly fragrance.
"You plan on giving those back?"
Kelly practically jumped out of her skin, slamming hard
into an idle washing machine as she turned around. The
dark haired woman in her leather jacket and khaki shorts
stared back her, a wry smile curving those lush and
utterly kissable lips upwards.
Kelly felt the sting of embarrassed heat in her cheeks
as if she'd been slapped. She began to speak then cut
herself off, realizing there was nothing she could say -
no matter how charming- that was likely to get her out
of this with even a sliver of her dignity intact... not
after getting caught with her nose in this woman's dirty
underwear.
"What's your name, honey?"
"K-Kelly," she stammered.
"I'm Angie, " the woman said, stepping toward her. Kelly
hiccupped nervously as Angie leaned in close... so close
she could feel the woman's warm breath tickling her
cheek. A hand came from nowhere and cupped her breast,
squeezing gently. Kelly sucked in a sharp breath and
released it slowly, the arousal she saw in the other
woman's eyes making her nostrils flare.
Angie smiled warmly, pressing into her nipples with the
pad of a thumb until she gasped. Kelly slid her own
hands inside Angie's jacket, tracing the other woman's
curves with a hunger that was rapidly spinning out of
control. She felt herself being pulled forward and put
up no resistance as Angie kissed her, quickly making a
meal out of her trembling lips.
She returned the kiss with equal fervor, opening her
mouth wide in hunger. The tip of an eager tongue danced
around her own, making her dizzy with need. Her hands
still inside Angie's leather jacket, she slid them back
to grasp the other woman's ass. She kneaded the solid
flesh between her fingers, squeezing and caressing the
round globes. Angie moaned softly, moving to playfully
suck on her earlobe.
"Did you like sniffing my panties, Kelly?"
Kelly sighed between kisses, the hand massaging her
breast through her thick sweatshirt making her tremble
with desire as her own hands fondled Angie's hard, tight
ass. "Yes."
"Mmmm," Angie murmured, stroking her breast more firmly.
"I bet you'd like to get more... directly from the
source."
"Yes," Kelly whispered. "Yes..." Placing her hands on
Angie's waist she knelt down on the floor, her face now
just a few inches from Angie's crotch. Her hands slid
from Angie's waist to stroke the back of muscular
thighs. The feel of the other woman's skin under her
hands sent tiny shivers through Kelly's body, like
sudden jolts of electricity. She unsnapped Angie's
shorts and unzipped the fly, peeling the shorts apart
like opening a birthday present.
Kelly found herself staring into the most beautiful
pussy she had ever seen, the dark hair neatly trimmed...
not wild and unruly like her own bush. Pangs of hunger
echoed in her belly, making her own cunt ache. She raked
her fingers through the soft, dark hair, making Angie
purr softly above her.
Her finger traced the soft lines of the other woman's
netherlips, feeling the slickness that coated them. She
made small circled with the tip of her finger, loving
the way it felt... loving even more the way it made
Angie whimper. Her finger traveled up and down the
length of Angie's slit, making lazy figure eights...
circling the other woman's clit... moving down and
around... slowly... then just as slowly she pulled back
the moist cuntlips, holding Angie's pussy open with two
fingers.
Kelly flicked her tongue against Angie's clit then moved
lower, lapping hungrily at the folds of the other
woman's cunt. The heavenly scent she had savored before
flooded over her until she was drowning in it. Kelly
swirled her tongue deep into Angie's pussy, greedily
slurping up the juices her furious tongue-fucking had
unleashed.
Angie bucked against her, hips thrusting forward to push
that sweet, delicious cunt into her mouth. Kelly grunted
with effort, sucking and nibbling on the swollen
cuntlips so beautifully unfurled in front of her.
Demanding hands raked through her hair, holding her in
place. She rubbed her face in Angie's wetness, licking
frantically.
Angie groaned with a need that Kelly happily
acknowledged, moving up and gently wrapping her lips
around Angie's hardened clit. She sucked it gently at
first, taking it between her lips and tugging on it
playfully. Then she clamped down hard, sucking the nub
of flesh like it was a piece of candy. Angie lapsed into
a fit of spasms, body jerking wildly as the pleasure
spilled out in a gushing orgasm that left Kelly's face
soaked. She continued for a few moments then placed a
final, gentle kiss on Angie's clit.
Kelly got to her feet, watching Angie's struggle to
breathe evenly... that lovely face even more beautiful
covered with a sheen of sweat. She smiled mischievously
and Angie laughed, pulling up her shorts and fastening
them.
"Come here," Angie muttered, arms opening wide. Kelly
easily stepped into the embrace, sighing quiet sighs as
Angie began kissing her neck... licking her throat...
hands fondling her ass the entire time. Angie pushed her
back against the washing machine and Kelly felt herself
being lifted up slightly. She hopped up onto the washing
machine, feeling it rattle underneath her.
Kelly gasped at the sudden but pleasant sensation,
wiggling her ass on top of the washer as it vibrated
wildly. Angie smiled at her, hungrily, staring deeply
into her eyes while fumbling with the zipper of her
jeans. Kelly returned the gaze, refusing to let go even
as fingers began probing her mons. The vibrations of the
washer she was sitting on paired with the gentle
caresses Angie applied to her cunt sent ripples of
pleasure through her body. She panted excitedly, her
eyes begging for more. Angie smiled, plunging into her
with two fingers.
Kelly gasped, grabbing the sides of the washer as Angie
thrust in and out of her cunt, fucking her with two
fingers... then three, a well placed thumb working her
throbbing clit. The washing machine stopped for a moment
but Angie didn't, fingers pushing into her... deeper...
harder... faster... making her squeal like a trapped
animal. She chewed on her lower lip, feet banging into
the washing machine as Angie pumped in and out of her
cunt at a feverish pace.
She could feel the pressure building up inside her. The
feeling against her belly was intense... almost painful.
Then... suddenly... the washer began to shudder
violently underneath her, and just as suddenly Angie's
fingers were applying pressure to her clit... squeezing
the nub of flesh... pinching it... jerking it off.
Kelly couldn't have contained the scream that escaped
her lips even if she had wanted to. She howled in
ecstasy, letting loose a wild cry as the orgasm ripped
through her body. Angie refused to let up, pummeling her
clit without mercy until she came again. Kelly collapsed
forward, crushing Angie's head to her chest and holding
tight. The feel of Angie's arms encircling her body at
the same time made her shudder.
"Please tell me you live close by," Angie whispered.
"Just around the corner," Kelly said.
"Then let's go. I want to have you in bed."
Kelly ruffled Angie's hair, kissing her new lover. "What
about our laundry?"
"Leave it," Angie muttered. "I don't think we'll be
needing any clothes for awhile."
Kelly laughed. She liked the sound of that.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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