Jake and Jade glanced at each other. Nervous, they stripped away what little clothes remained and put them in the washing machine. As their clothes dampened and mixed with the rest of their laundry, there was no turning back.
Jake glanced around first. Heart racing, he feared someone would walk into the laundry room. A glimpse of Jade's succulent breasts tantalized him, making him forget the predicament.
Jade's stomach turned in knots. If caught, what could the repercussions be? Kicked out of the apartments? Arrested? Would she lose her job? Catching sight of Jake's hard body, and seeing him aroused sent her mind into frenzy.
Jake grabbed the back of her neck and drew her head closer. They kissed deeply. His lips danced across her neck while her fingernails raked down the backside of his shoulders. Jake's tongue found her earlobe. After licking it, he softly blew, then whispered. "You are like a goddess to be worshipped." His hands moved to her breasts, caressing her nipples and tracing them.
Jade lost a breath. The sensation euphoric, she lost consciousness to everything except her pleasure. The sound of the washing machines faded. Unable to hear their noises echo in the laundry room, Jade focused only on the indescribable feeling within.
Jade opened her eyes then rubbed his rock-like chest. Leaning forward, Jade placed her lips over his left nipple and lightly inhaled while touching it with her tongue. "If you had milk in there," she whispered, "... I would sssssssuck both chambers dry."
Fully aroused, Jake's jaw quivered. He shook when Jade slithered up his body, pulling her soft breasts against his hard muscle.
Jake hopped atop the washing machine. Rolling dryers echoed strangely, reminding both of the danger. It sounded as if the washing machine changed cycles. It added to the excitement. Jade mounted Jake's stiff rod. Facing each other, she pulled his head into her breasts. Jake kissed them, focusing on the nipples, returning the excitement she gave him.
Jake thrust as Jade gyrated her hips—trying to create more tension and arousal.
Jake felt a tingling in his rod and balls. It grew, spreading slowly like a fire, but exponentially creating heat.
Jade felt the tickling deep inside. The sensation swelled, then faded—like waves rolling into a shoreline. Flushed, Jade felt her skin warm. Waves of erotic pleasure rendered her dizzy.
The washing machine entered the spin cycle. The added dimension of shaking rattled both. It added to the sexual tension that increased with every motion. Their breaths came in short bursts, out of sync and step like a strange cacophony. Still, the dissonant sounds in each others ears turned into music. Knowing they approached their goal made Jake and Jade work harder.
"Oh my God!"
Jade opened her eyes. Two girls had entered the laundry room. One dropped a basket of dirty clothes while the other cupped her mouth. They both ran. A boy, probably 16 or 17 walked in. Jaw dropped, the boy stared at the couple on the washing machine.
Knowing the boy, Jade waved at him.
Jake looked up at Jade. "What is ...?"
Jade pulled his head back into her breasts. "It’s just Cody. Keep going, I'm very close."
They continued to thrust at each other. The sensation within grew. Jake did his best to hold out, but knew it would release soon.
Jade, lost in her pleasure, felt the waves of pleasure break higher and faster. Overtaken, the surge broke in every muscle, every inch of skin. Arching her back, she screamed, moaned, then let the sexual energy sedate her mood.
Jake exploded a split second before Jade's voice resonated loudly. Moving from his groin, the electricity shot into Jade. Jake held her tight, pressing his head into her chest. Opening his eyes, Jake stared at Jade’s heaving, aroused breasts.
Their breaths returned to normal. Calm, collected, both moved off the washing machine.
Jake, seeing the boy, covered his semi-erect rod and rushed out the door. Darkness and shadows covered his nudity as he scampered back to the apartment.
Jade, on the other hand, felt cavalier. Satisfied for the moment, she strode out with confidence—but not without stopping in front of the boy and touching his jaw. "Cody, you can blink now," she said coyly.
Cody, smiled, then stepped back, obviously embarrassed by a bulge in his pants. Alone, he looked around, making sure no one watched. Dropping his pants, Cody grabbed his dick and went to work.