You are standing in the utility room folding laundry out of the dryer. Since it is a hot day and doing the wash heats the house, you are wearing your usual outfit for doing chores in the heat; a loose tee shirt (actually an old one of mine, quite threadbare with age) and shorts. The sound of the washing machine as it does the next load – I am helping gather the dirty clothes and put them in the wash – masks the sound of me coming up behind you.
The first inkling you have of my presence is when my hands reach around you to cup your unfettered breasts in my hands. You drop the pants you were folding to lean back against me as I nuzzle the side of your neck where it meets the shoulder; this is an erogenous zone for you and I enhance the feelings by running my tongue along that juncture. As I do, goose bumps form along your arms as you shiver with the heightened senses. I run my hands down your arms to warm them and then return to those tits I love so much.
As my hands find their way to the underside of each one, my thumbs lightly graze across the tips of each nipple and you push your bum back into me to feel the start of my erection. As each nipple grows hard and impatient, I reach down to the hem of your top and whip it off over your head as your arms reach for the ceiling. Now free, your breasts sway slowly as my hands find them again.
You turn swiftly and, placing your hands on either side of my face, you crush your lips to mine as I alternative rub and squeeze your breasts. Reaching downwards to the waistband of your shorts, I push them down past your hips where they continue their freefall to the floor. Lifting you by the hips, I lift your naked body – of course, you weren't wearing any panties in this heat – and sit you on the edge of the vibrating washing machine.
Lowering my mouth to run my lips along the underside of each breast – yet another sensitive spot for you – you spread your legs wide to allow me closer access to each marvelous tit. I continue to ravish them with all the adoration I feel as the machine upon which you are perched starts its spin cycle. The vibrations from the machine flow directly to your clit which is resting on its surface – the result of those open legs. You moan loudly and squirm to intensify the feelings as the speed of the machine increases.
Your hands are on my shoulders as you push me lower so that I can suck on your pussy. In order to reach you better, I pull your bum right to the raised lip on the top of the washer thus exposing more of you to the wonderful shaking and jiving on your cunt. You juices are pouring out of you and down the front of the washer as I force my tongue deep inside you. You are humping your hips in time to the machine and I am having a hard time keeping my tongue in place.
So I stand and take the high road and, curling three fingers, I hold them in front of your slightly glazed eyes. "Oh yes! Please!" you cry.
I jam the fingers easily inside you and reaching upward and to the front, I easily find that magical spot and you go ballistic as you orgasm over and over again on my hand and down my arm.
