Laundry Escapades

It was a hot, muggy day in August when this happened. I had just spent a long, languorous day by my pool in my backyard, sipping gin & tonics and occasionally dipping into my pool for a swim. My girlfriend and I had recently broken up, and I, unable to face most of the world just yet, was laying it low. We had a stormy six-month relationship, sometimes the feistiest lovers, on other days the worst of enemies. I was surprised it lasted as long as it did, but I still grumpily felt that people would treat me as a distraught sixteen-year old who was recently dumped, when in truth I was twenty-seven and wanting to move on.

I realized I had to go out somewhere, I couldn't stay in the serenity of my house for much longer. A regular party girl as I was, wasn't ready to become a recluse because of a stupid break-up.

As I walked out of my door, laundry bags in tow, I chuckled. If only the regulars at Club Raven could see me now. A Friday night, and I was going to do some laundry. Yup, silly me. I have been too lazy to get my washer and drier fixed for some time, so I've just gone to the local Laundromat to do a few loads at a time.

As I pulled up to the Laundromat, the blinds of the place were shut tight, making it look closed. I turned the doorknob, and to my surprise it opened. As I walked in, I realized that I had the place to myself. Sighing with relief, I walked over to a washer, and started to unload my clothes into it.

As I sat in the cool Laundromat, waiting for my clothes to finish, the door opened, startling me. A tall, slim woman, looking to me around in her early twenties, walked in. Looking very fit, she wore a sports bra, jogging pants, and some running shoes. Her long, straight black hair was pulled off her graceful neck in a ponytail.

"Hi!" she said smiling. "Hot day we've been having, huh?"

"It's been a scorcher." I said as I eyed her up and down. She could have passed for a supermodel.

As she placed her laundry basket down on a washer close to mine, she walked over towards me. "I'm Geri." She said, her hand extended.

"Trish." I shook her hand.

"I'm so glad that we're the only ones in here." Geri said, walking towards her basket. "I would have felt kind of uncomfortable if it was a guy."

With that, Geri started to put her clothing in the washing machine. As she emptied her basket, she turned to the door of the Laundromat and quickly locked it. "You don't mind, do you?" she said, as she, in my amazement, started to unlace her shoes. She then took of her jogging pants and placed them too, in the washer. My eyes must have been bulging, because she chuckled. Her 5'11" tan figure was in full view to me. All this beautiful woman was wearing was a simple black cotton thong, and a black sports bra. Her figure was amazing. With perfectly formed C-cup breasts, a small waist with well-defined abs, and a tight, muscular ass, she was seductively sitting ontop of the washer.

"Oh, come on, Trish. You've never washed your clothes that you were wearing?"

"Well, of course, Geri. But, usually in the privacy of my own home!"

"I locked the door, the place looks closed from the outside. I'm sure you wouldn't mind." She jumped of the washer and padded her bare feet towards me. "Let's see how you look under those baggy clothes!" she grinned, playfully.

"Fine, then." I said with a smile. I quickly stripped off my baggy cotton drawstring pants, and my cotton T-shirt. Underneath, I was wearing matching forest green satin bra and panties set. With my D-cup breasts, I always wore an underwire, and I saw her eyes look my body over approvingly. I was a little shorter than her, about 5'8", and I sported a (36D-26-36) perfect hourglass figure. I had shoulder-length blonde hair that was streaked from the sun we've had this glorious summer. The forest green of my underwear set off my clear blue eyes. With a smirk, I dumped my clothing into my half-done load in the washer.

"You wouldn't mind if I--" she said, gesturing towards my breasts.

"Not at all." I said, as she came closer towards me.

Geri's hands cupped my breasts, and seemingly, with practice, she kneaded them, tweaking my nipples under the thin fabric. She soon undid the clasp of my bra. Licking her lips with pleasure, she pushed me down onto a chair, and proceeded to softly tease my breasts with flicks of her tongue. As I sat there, helpless to the pleasures I was receiving, she took off her bra and panties, then straddled me. Moving her tongue upward from my breasts, she licked my lips, then inserted her tongue to kiss me. As we sat there kissing passionately, she gyrated her hips, grinding her wet pussy on my crotch.

I stopped the kiss to quickly get out of my sopping panties. I, with a mischievous gleam in my eye, motioned her towards the row of washing machines. We both climbed up ontop of the rumbling washers. Quickly going into a 69-position, with me on the bottom, we began to taste each other's feminine button. On top of the pleasures we were receiving from one another the jiggle from the washing machine accentuated to our heightened state of ecstasy.

My face, planted between Geri's legs, smelled the sweet aroma of her pussy. I kissed and sucked her clit, which now protruded from her lips, red and wet. I soon stuck my tongue as far into her cunt as I could, and to her pleasure, she experienced how a tongue-pierce feels inside of her.

As this was happening to Geri, the same such pleasures were happening to me. As I heightened in approaching orgasm delight, I worked my best, stroking her inner cavity with my tongue, dragging my tongue pierce along her cunt. As we both mashed our pussys closer to our faces, in approaching climax, I stuck first one, then two fingers up her cute ass.

"Oh my fucking god!" she loudly groaned as she came, spurting her juices into my mouth, which I lapped up eagerly, while some ran down my chin, dripping onto my chest. At this moment, I came too, clenching my legs around her head, arching my back, as she sucked every drop of my cum out of me into her mouth. She then turned around and with a full mouth, kissed me, letting my cum enter my mouth. As I kissed her slowly, lapping at my own juices, she took breaks lapping up her forgotten cum which was along my neck and on the crevice between my breasts.

A knock on the Laundromat door brought me back to reality.

"Wait, I'm not done with you, yet!" she said, with a wicked gleam in her eye.

"Well, lets finish it at my house!" I said, as we took out our wet, half-washed clothing, dropped it into her basket and pulled on some still wet shorts and T-shirt. Laughing, we opened the door to an impatient guy, and ran to my car.

As we got into my house, we dropped the clothing and quickly stripped, continuing from where we left off. But, by this time, our passion had increased and we were ready to start all over again.

Four hours later, I lay on my back in my big bed, with Geri peacefully sleeping beside me. Looking around us, I softly chuckled, seeing all my toys scattered around us. We did it all.

Breaking up isn't half as bad as I thought. It has its little pejavascript:void(0)
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