The laundry room was separate from the house and had it's on little building. I had put in a load of clothes to wash and was waiting for the rinse cycle so that I could put in the fabric softener, when Raymond slipped in the door and closed the door behind him, plunging us into near darkness. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could utter a single syllable he had me pushed up against the wall, his mouth pressed to mine.
Breaking away he said "I tried so hard to stay away, but you've been driving me crazy. Ever since that kiss I can't get you out of my mind, I want you so bad it literally hurts."
Understanding how he felt, I replied, "Then take me..." Like a wild animal unleashed from it's cage, he ripped my shirt from me. His lips caressed the skin on my face, while his hands explored my body slowly, causing sensations to run down me like tiny rivulets of water. He lifted me off of my feet and raised me up onto the cool dryer. I was wearing a skirt, because it was a warm day, when I felt his hands reach up and pull down my panties, I panicked slightly. I pulled back from him, looking directly in his eyes I said, "I'm a virgin, you are my first so please take it slow." understanding came into his eyes.
He gently kissed me saying, "The last thing I would want to do is cause you pain, when you are giving me so much pleasure." He slowed our pace, lifting me down from the dryer to lie on a bed of clean towels. He reached his fingers down and felt that I was wet and ready for him, I moaned in response to let him know I was ready. He positioned himself and began to drive slowly into me, I felt pressure and then a breaking, and for a second I was in excruciating pain. Seeing the pain in my eyes, he kissed me softly whispering, "I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry I had to hurt you, it'll feel better soon, I swear." Then as suddenly as the pain had come it was subsiding, gradually being replaced with intense pleasure.
I moved my hips slightly wanting to feel him moving inside me, taking the hint he began to move, slowly at first then setting a more rapid pace. My body was bursting with pleasure; everywhere he touched me I was feeling sensations I never could have imagined. Deep inside I could feel a pressure building, then with one last thrust he pushed me over the edge and I could feel him cumming inside of me.
Trying to catch our breaths, he rested his forehead on mine, looking directly into my eyes. When he finally could speak he said, "That was the best I have ever had, you were so perfect, I feel like my heart will never stop racing. It's never been like that before!" At that moment the washing machine buzzed reminding us of where we were and that someone might walk in at any second. Putting our clothes back on he still couldn't keep his hands off of me. I pushed him out the door and told him he looked guilty as sin, he laughed and stole one last kiss before dashing off across the yard.
The End.......Or is it?
