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washing machine fantasy...  

rm_seeker405 62M
5 posts
7/4/2011 8:04 pm
washing machine fantasy...


I check the house number against my work order. Yep, this is the place. I knock on the door and when you answer, we exchange looks and then we can't help but take a long moment for our eyes to gaze up and down each others bodies, indulging a bit in our instant attraction.

You are wearing a t-shirt and jeans, so tight they look like they are almost painted on and my eyes follow the outline of your sexy curves, circling the voluptuous-looking mounds on your chest, then down your small waist and sexy hips where I imagine placing my hands to hold you, and finally down your long, slim legs which seem to take miles to reach the floor.

Your eyes take in the broadness of my shoulders, then move down the
definition in my chest, my hard stomach. You even gaze directly at my
crotch.
Finally, we come to our senses and I clear my throat and say, "Having
trouble with your washer, maam?"
"Yes," you reply, "it's not doing anything... that I want it to."
You lead me to the laundry room where it's extremely hot.
"Sorry," you say, "I'm having some air conditioning problems too."
I push the washing machine away from the wall, climb down behind it
and begin my investigation. You look me over carefully as I bend
over and then kneel down on all fours. I feel your stare into my nice
tight buns and turn around to glance at you.

You look up with a mischevious glint in your eye, "It's awfuly hot in here...," and then turn and slowly walk out of the room.
I continue my work on the machine, find the part that has gone bad, and begin to replace it. I can't help but think about you and the heat rising up inside of me is due to more than just the room temperature.
I climb back down behind the machine and put in the new part, not knowing at first that you have returned.

When at last I am finished I stand up and completely stop at the sight of you. You are now dressed in a cut off t-shirt which tightly hugs your heaving breasts and then dangles from the tops of them to just barely cover you up.
And the cut-off shorts that you have changed into have absolutely no legs to them at all and slits up the side which go almost up to your waistline. You are<b> barefoot </font></b>and stand there with your hands on your hips inviting me to look you over. And I am not able to turn my eyes away, even if I wanted to. I look down your gorgeous body, stopping to look at the bare flesh of your stomach, and take a long time to look down your incredibly long, sexy, shapely legs.

"Well, I'm a little cooler now," you say at last, "don't you think?"
"Well, no," I reply, now looking into your gorgeous eyes, "actually you look totally hot..."
You smile quite seductively, then say, "You look like you've been working hard. Why don't you take your shirt off & cool down a bit?"
I walk around in front of the washing machine, just a couple of feet in front of you. When I reach up to begin unbuttoning my shirt, you lean forward and take care of the buttons yourself. You pull the damp shirt over my shoulders and down my arms. It falls to the floor and you glide your fingertips back up my arms and shoulders and then rest your hands momentarily on the firm, smooth pectoral muscles of my chest.

"Well," you say, "how's it coming with my washing machine?"
"I was just about to turn it on and give it a try," I reply. "Perhaps you would like to help me out and let me know if it's working well?"
"Whatever I can do to help...", you say.

I pull the knob to start the machine and it begins running quietly,
vibrating as it does. We stand together in front of the machine, our bodies pressed against the front of it, our hands resting on top of it. I lean my body slightly towards you until our arms are touching. In response, you lean your body and press your arm into mine. We simultaneously turn to face each other, reach our arms around each other in a lustful embrace, and lock our lips together.
We share a deep, long, passionate kiss, the heat in our bodies now
rising completely out of control. I taste your soft, moist lips and erotic fire surges thru me. Our lips open sensuously and we take turns exploring each others mouths with our tongues. I lean you back against the washing machine and, as it vibrates against your lucious fanny, I begin to neck with you feverishly. Our breathing becomes hard and we begin to pant as lustful excitement takes us over.

I press my hard body over yours and start to run my hands all over you. I caress and squeeze the exposed flesh below your t-shirt. Then, while devouring your neck with my lips, I slide my hands up under your dainty shirt. I cup your voluptuous breasts in my hands and squeeze them sensually as a soft moan escapes your lips. I stroke, squeeze, and gently pull on your nipples until they are firm with excitement.

I pull your t-shirt off over your head and force you to lie back on the running washing machine as I take your quivering breast mounds
into my mouth and begin to feast on them. I kiss your intimate flesh
with my lips and lick it with my tongue before I suckle a nipple into
my mouth and cause you to shiver with erotic energy.

My arms are around you, my hands rubbing wildly up and down your
back, the warm vibrations of the machine touching you, my mouth
sucking on your jugs eagerly..

I reach down and squeeze your ass, running my fingers up
under your shorts, feeling your lucious melons. I reach an arm
underneath your bottom and lift you on to the washer. Your body
shakes with the vibration and you try to steady yourself.
I reach my hands between us and unsnap your shorts. They
burst apart and, while you pull me to you for a long, lustful kiss,
I pull them down your legs and you manage to wiggle out of them.
I spread your legs around a corner of the machine and, as
you lean into me to continue kissing, the warm vibrations now
invade the depths between your legs and you moan erotically.

The passion mounts as my kisses move down your neck and
you press your head into my shoulder and begin to rock slightly
in rhythm to the washing machine. I lean you back to continue
kissing down your naked body, not about to let anything stop me.

My mouth moves down the canyon between your gorgeous
breasts. I stop briefly to kiss and suck your nipples and then
proceed down the lower slope of your tasty tit and kiss your
belly over and over until your depths are quivering with excitement.
I lean you back on your elbows, your legs still draped around the
corner of the washer, your tush still fixed squarely on top of it,
absorbing the shaking of the machine. I stop my kissing to look
up at you. We fix our eyes on one another with a sensuous,
lustful look. My finger tips caress your inner thighs. Sexual
sparks ignite within you. I rub a finger up against the succulent
opening to your precious pussy and feel your wetness. As I
probe a finger inside of you, you just close your eyes and gasp
with pleasure.

My tongue licks a path up the insides of your sexy thighs and
you tremble even faster than the washing machine. Finally, I
lean forward and, while you are shaking along with the washing
machine, place a kiss on your sweet pussy. You shudder with
delight and then release a loud moan when my fingers pull
apart your fleshy pussy lips and my tongue dives into your
wet depths. I wrap my arms around your shapely legs and
proceed to eat you out. I kiss your intimate flesh, I lick your
sweet depths, I eat your tasty treasure, I feast on your succulence.
My tongue travels up to the top of your opening and lathers
your clit to send orgasmic shockwaves rumbling thru you.
I reach a pair of fingers inside of you and curl them slightly
to fondle the inside of your front wall. When I find your G-spot
the storm inside of you is unleashed and your body is completely
racked in the throes of passion. You grab hold of the back of my head,
to hold me in place, and rub your clit hard into my tongue and
then let out a carnal scream as you gush with orgasm. I slurp
and suck wildly at your juices, feasting on your juices. You
writhe and wriggle atop the washing machine drowning in
sexual ecstasy. The orgasmic waves fill you up and take you
completely over the edge and far, far away. Your body
rolls and bucks with intense pleasure, your forbidden lust
being unleashed.

After some time, the waves inside of you begin to slowly
diminish, the orgasmic shock begins to subside, and your
gorgeous body, having been ravaged with pleasure, slumps
down and begins to slide off of the washing machine. I catch
you in my arms and carry you till I find your bedroom. I lie
you softly down on the bed and return to the laundry room,
gather up my gear, and head out of the house.

You begin to drift into a deep, restful, satisfied slumber, your
last conscious thought being how glad you are that the washing
machine is so old and breaks down so often...

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