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Brad and Chrissie and the Laundry
It’s amazing how much fun you can get into when you use the laundry room
In our apartment building. Let me tell you about one Saturday morning when I was busily doing a couple of weeks worth of laundry.
I was all alone in the laundry room and waiting for the dryers to stop so I could retrieve my garments. There was one other dryer being used but no one was presently there watching it.
It’s always so damned hot in the laundry so I was wearing just a t shirt and cut off jean shorts. I was braless but I was wearing a pair of baby blue thong panties. It was such a warm day and I was barefoot and the heat of the room had my t shirt soaked with sweat. The perspiration had my bare nipples clearly outlined against the thin fabric of the designer T shirt. I was counting the minutes until my dryers would stop so I could get out of the oppressive heat of the laundry area. All I could think of was my air-conditioned apartment as I felt the little beads of sweat running down between my breasts. The thin fabric of the panties was beginning to feel like it was glued to the smooth naked flesh of my fanny.
Suddenly the very tall and handsome guy from the apartment down the hall from ours entered the laundry. He too was barefoot, shirtless and wearing khaki cargo shorts. There are some guys who are just born to be shirtless with taut sculptured bodies that just make a girl want to drool. Brad was definitely one of those guys.
Brad’s dryer stopped almost the minute he entered the laundry. I looked over toward him and said “What impeccable timing. You came right on time.”
He laughed and said “Chrissie, I always come right on time.”
“Is that right?” I replied “I shall have to remember that.”
He began to empty his dryer and rather unceremoniously tossing his garments into a laundry basket. I amused myself by watching him and his haphazard way of tossing freshly clean clothing into the basket unfolded. Finally I just had to ask, “Didn’t anyone ever show you how to fold laundry?”
He laughed and said “It’ll just get wrinkled again so who cares?”
“Let me show you how it’s done honey.” I said and began to slowly fold one of his t shirts. He watched me and then attempted to duplicate what I’d done.
“See.” I said “Not so hard is it?”
He just laughed and said “I guess not now that you mention it.”
At that point the first of my two dryers stopped. I walked over to the machine and began to unload it’s contents into a laundry basket. I carried the basket over to the large table and dumped the contents out in a heap directly across from Brad. I noticed his eyes perusing my pile of clothing as I began to carefully fold one piece after another. He seemed to be paying particular attention to my nighties, bras and panties. I couldn’t help but take advantage of this situation and began to spend a bit more time on each piece, meticulously folding them after allowing him to get a longer look at each skimpy, silky garment.
When one particularly naughty pair of black and red bikini panties inadvertently fell off the far side of the table he bent down to retrieve them.
He stood up with the half sheer-half lace garment and held it up as if he were placing on public display. He smiled at me and said, “Chrissie, I wouldn’t mind seeing what you looked like in these?”
I reached across and snatched them from his hand saying, “I just bet you would. Maybe some day if your real nice I might show you.”
He smiled and said “Is that a promise?”
I gave him a little wink and said, “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”
By this time my second dryer had stopped and he gallantly hurried over to it and began to unload it’s contents into a second basket. He insisted on helping me fold the garments from this second load of clothing. This batch of clothing was mostly T shirts, shorts and other outer clothing. However he managed to find the one loan pair of panties that somehow found their way into this pile. Again he held them up to admire them and then slowly rubbed the satiny material against his cheek before depositing them into the laundry basket.
I placed one basket atop the other and was just about to lift them when he picked them up and said “I’ll carry these for you and you just bring up my small basket.”
“Ooooo!!!” I said “How chivalrous of you.”
When reached my apartment I keyed in the code to unlock the door and he followed me inside.
“Just set them anywhere” I said “I’ll worry about them later. God it’s so damned hot!”
I handed him his basket thanking him for the assistance. He turned to leave and when I hollered “Yo Brad! I hate to ask you, it being so fucking hot and all, but do you think you could help me move this sofa? I really want it closer to the air conditioner.”
He set his basket down and said “No problem.” and together we moved the sofa across the room.
I stepped closer to him and ran my fingers down his sweat soaked T shirt.
“I wish I had a cold beer to offer you but I haven’t been to store in a couple days.” I said. Then I reached down and lightly stroked his cock through the fabric of the cargo shorts.
“I bet you’d enjoy this more than a beer anyway.” I whispered while pushing back so that he wound up seating on the recently relocated sofa. I dropped to my knees between his legs and began to tug the cargo shorts downward. He raised his ass up off the sofa so that I could more easily get the cargo shorts off his hips and down his legs. He wasn’t wearing any underwear so his rapidly stiffening cock was proudly exposed before me. I bent my head down and wrapped my lips around the bulbous head of his shaft. I began to slowly slide my lips up and down the shaft, taking it deeper down my throat with each repetitive motion. His cock seemed to be getting longer and harder as I continued to suck him.
“OOOOHHHH!!!! Baby Yes!!” he moaned “You are one fucking great little cock sucker.”
I looked up at him and gave my head little up and down nod, as if to acknowledge his compliment. I was deeply engrossed in giving him what I hoped would be the best blowjob he’d ever gotten when I felt his hands reaching down in an attempt to reach my breasts. I rose a bit on knees so that my breasts would be easily within his grasp.
He cupped one in each hand and began a slow squeezing combined with a circular rubbing. He would occasionally give a little pinch to first one nipple and then the other. When he twisted my nipple a little harder I let out a little squeal that was barely audible my mouth stuffed full of cock and all.
I worked the shaft of his prick with my hand while I continued to take it down my throat. Occasionally I would pause to run my tongue around the head of his cock in little circles.
“OH My God, Chrissie ! Your tits are fantastic.” he said as I began to bob up and down on his cock a bit faster.
He place his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed my head away from his cock. “Chrissie, take your shirt off.” he said. I reached down and grabbed the bottom of the shirt and quickly pulled it off over my head. I tossed it aside and instinctively gave my head a little toss in attempt to rearrange my shoulder length brunette hair. It was a losing battle as the heat in the apartment coupled with the exertion of the cock sucking had resulted in locks of my hair being stuck to my neck, forehead and cheeks. Moist little beads of sweat were dripping down into the valley between my breasts.
I was prepared to continue my cock sucking when Brad said, “Chrissie, I want to fuck those amazing tits of yours. I want to fuck your tits and shoot my cum all over your chest.”
He sat up straighter and moved closer to the edge of the sofa. I reached down and gave his big stiff cock a few strokes with my hand before directing to the smooth, moist spot between my tits. I placed one hand on each of my tits and pressed them inward. I had his glorious cock smothered between my tits. He began to slide his cock up and down between my breasts. The crevice between my tits was moist and slippery as a result of the beads of perspiration that had settled in my cleavage.
He began to moan as he increased the pace of his tit fucking. The large stiff prick easily gliding up and down between my willing and ever so grateful tits. I attempted to rock my upper torso up and down in time to the thrusts of cock. I felt the head of his cock against my heart as it slid up and down the valley between my breasts. While still pushing my breasts together I managed to stroke and tease very stiff nipples. He moaning grew louder and knew he was about to erupt.
“OH FUCK ME CHRISSIE!” he yelled “I’M GONNA COME!!!”
“Do it Brad” I said “Come on my tits! Come all over my fucking tits.”
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!………..” he let out a low growl and I felt his warm sweet cum begin to spurt from his cock head onto my tits. Spurt after spurt erupted from his cock and coated my breasts. I continued to hold his cock a prisoner between my breasts until I was sure he deposited every available drop of cum on my tits.
Upon releasing my hold on his cock I looked down and saw cum literally covering my tits and beginning to drip downward.
“This is where you get to lick it off.” I said and he dutifully bent his head in and proceeded to lick nearly every drop of his cum from my breasts. Occasionally I would gather a bit of his cream on my fingertips and slowly lick it off. My body was coated in a mixture of cum and sweat.
As Brad was climbing back into his cargo shorts he smiled at me and said,’ Anytime you need something moved Chrissie, just call me. Oh and by the way I still want to see you wearing those black and red panties.”
It’s amazing how much fun you can get into when you use the laundry room
In our apartment building. Let me tell you about one Saturday morning when I was busily doing a couple of weeks worth of laundry.
I was all alone in the laundry room and waiting for the dryers to stop so I could retrieve my garments. There was one other dryer being used but no one was presently there watching it.
It’s always so damned hot in the laundry so I was wearing just a t shirt and cut off jean shorts. I was braless but I was wearing a pair of baby blue thong panties. It was such a warm day and I was barefoot and the heat of the room had my t shirt soaked with sweat. The perspiration had my bare nipples clearly outlined against the thin fabric of the designer T shirt. I was counting the minutes until my dryers would stop so I could get out of the oppressive heat of the laundry area. All I could think of was my air-conditioned apartment as I felt the little beads of sweat running down between my breasts. The thin fabric of the panties was beginning to feel like it was glued to the smooth naked flesh of my fanny.
Suddenly the very tall and handsome guy from the apartment down the hall from ours entered the laundry. He too was barefoot, shirtless and wearing khaki cargo shorts. There are some guys who are just born to be shirtless with taut sculptured bodies that just make a girl want to drool. Brad was definitely one of those guys.
Brad’s dryer stopped almost the minute he entered the laundry. I looked over toward him and said “What impeccable timing. You came right on time.”
He laughed and said “Chrissie, I always come right on time.”
“Is that right?” I replied “I shall have to remember that.”
He began to empty his dryer and rather unceremoniously tossing his garments into a laundry basket. I amused myself by watching him and his haphazard way of tossing freshly clean clothing into the basket unfolded. Finally I just had to ask, “Didn’t anyone ever show you how to fold laundry?”
He laughed and said “It’ll just get wrinkled again so who cares?”
“Let me show you how it’s done honey.” I said and began to slowly fold one of his t shirts. He watched me and then attempted to duplicate what I’d done.
“See.” I said “Not so hard is it?”
He just laughed and said “I guess not now that you mention it.”
At that point the first of my two dryers stopped. I walked over to the machine and began to unload it’s contents into a laundry basket. I carried the basket over to the large table and dumped the contents out in a heap directly across from Brad. I noticed his eyes perusing my pile of clothing as I began to carefully fold one piece after another. He seemed to be paying particular attention to my nighties, bras and panties. I couldn’t help but take advantage of this situation and began to spend a bit more time on each piece, meticulously folding them after allowing him to get a longer look at each skimpy, silky garment.
When one particularly naughty pair of black and red bikini panties inadvertently fell off the far side of the table he bent down to retrieve them.
He stood up with the half sheer-half lace garment and held it up as if he were placing on public display. He smiled at me and said, “Chrissie, I wouldn’t mind seeing what you looked like in these?”
I reached across and snatched them from his hand saying, “I just bet you would. Maybe some day if your real nice I might show you.”
He smiled and said “Is that a promise?”
I gave him a little wink and said, “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”
By this time my second dryer had stopped and he gallantly hurried over to it and began to unload it’s contents into a second basket. He insisted on helping me fold the garments from this second load of clothing. This batch of clothing was mostly T shirts, shorts and other outer clothing. However he managed to find the one loan pair of panties that somehow found their way into this pile. Again he held them up to admire them and then slowly rubbed the satiny material against his cheek before depositing them into the laundry basket.
I placed one basket atop the other and was just about to lift them when he picked them up and said “I’ll carry these for you and you just bring up my small basket.”
“Ooooo!!!” I said “How chivalrous of you.”
When reached my apartment I keyed in the code to unlock the door and he followed me inside.
“Just set them anywhere” I said “I’ll worry about them later. God it’s so damned hot!”
I handed him his basket thanking him for the assistance. He turned to leave and when I hollered “Yo Brad! I hate to ask you, it being so fucking hot and all, but do you think you could help me move this sofa? I really want it closer to the air conditioner.”
He set his basket down and said “No problem.” and together we moved the sofa across the room.
I stepped closer to him and ran my fingers down his sweat soaked T shirt.
“I wish I had a cold beer to offer you but I haven’t been to store in a couple days.” I said. Then I reached down and lightly stroked his cock through the fabric of the cargo shorts.
“I bet you’d enjoy this more than a beer anyway.” I whispered while pushing back so that he wound up seating on the recently relocated sofa. I dropped to my knees between his legs and began to tug the cargo shorts downward. He raised his ass up off the sofa so that I could more easily get the cargo shorts off his hips and down his legs. He wasn’t wearing any underwear so his rapidly stiffening cock was proudly exposed before me. I bent my head down and wrapped my lips around the bulbous head of his shaft. I began to slowly slide my lips up and down the shaft, taking it deeper down my throat with each repetitive motion. His cock seemed to be getting longer and harder as I continued to suck him.
“OOOOHHHH!!!! Baby Yes!!” he moaned “You are one fucking great little cock sucker.”
I looked up at him and gave my head little up and down nod, as if to acknowledge his compliment. I was deeply engrossed in giving him what I hoped would be the best blowjob he’d ever gotten when I felt his hands reaching down in an attempt to reach my breasts. I rose a bit on knees so that my breasts would be easily within his grasp.
He cupped one in each hand and began a slow squeezing combined with a circular rubbing. He would occasionally give a little pinch to first one nipple and then the other. When he twisted my nipple a little harder I let out a little squeal that was barely audible my mouth stuffed full of cock and all.
I worked the shaft of his prick with my hand while I continued to take it down my throat. Occasionally I would pause to run my tongue around the head of his cock in little circles.
“OH My God, Chrissie ! Your tits are fantastic.” he said as I began to bob up and down on his cock a bit faster.
He place his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed my head away from his cock. “Chrissie, take your shirt off.” he said. I reached down and grabbed the bottom of the shirt and quickly pulled it off over my head. I tossed it aside and instinctively gave my head a little toss in attempt to rearrange my shoulder length brunette hair. It was a losing battle as the heat in the apartment coupled with the exertion of the cock sucking had resulted in locks of my hair being stuck to my neck, forehead and cheeks. Moist little beads of sweat were dripping down into the valley between my breasts.
I was prepared to continue my cock sucking when Brad said, “Chrissie, I want to fuck those amazing tits of yours. I want to fuck your tits and shoot my cum all over your chest.”
He sat up straighter and moved closer to the edge of the sofa. I reached down and gave his big stiff cock a few strokes with my hand before directing to the smooth, moist spot between my tits. I placed one hand on each of my tits and pressed them inward. I had his glorious cock smothered between my tits. He began to slide his cock up and down between my breasts. The crevice between my tits was moist and slippery as a result of the beads of perspiration that had settled in my cleavage.
He began to moan as he increased the pace of his tit fucking. The large stiff prick easily gliding up and down between my willing and ever so grateful tits. I attempted to rock my upper torso up and down in time to the thrusts of cock. I felt the head of his cock against my heart as it slid up and down the valley between my breasts. While still pushing my breasts together I managed to stroke and tease very stiff nipples. He moaning grew louder and knew he was about to erupt.
“OH FUCK ME CHRISSIE!” he yelled “I’M GONNA COME!!!”
“Do it Brad” I said “Come on my tits! Come all over my fucking tits.”
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!………..” he let out a low growl and I felt his warm sweet cum begin to spurt from his cock head onto my tits. Spurt after spurt erupted from his cock and coated my breasts. I continued to hold his cock a prisoner between my breasts until I was sure he deposited every available drop of cum on my tits.
Upon releasing my hold on his cock I looked down and saw cum literally covering my tits and beginning to drip downward.
“This is where you get to lick it off.” I said and he dutifully bent his head in and proceeded to lick nearly every drop of his cum from my breasts. Occasionally I would gather a bit of his cream on my fingertips and slowly lick it off. My body was coated in a mixture of cum and sweat.
As Brad was climbing back into his cargo shorts he smiled at me and said,’ Anytime you need something moved Chrissie, just call me. Oh and by the way I still want to see you wearing those black and red panties.”
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