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As her climax subsided she
lowered herself back on to my body and returned her attention to my aching clit.
Her tongue found it in no time and she quickly sucked it into her mouth. My
breathing rapidly became more and more gaspy. I felt the familiar stirring deep
within me as her tongue slid in and out of my pussy. Her scent was still strong
in my nose, her pussy resting on my mouth. I slipped my tongue from my mouth and
idly stroked her clit as she brought me closer and closer to my climax. I rocked
my hips against her tongue and grabbed her ass as I felt myself begin to cum. My
moans were desperate as she slipped her middle finger into my pussy. I
immediately squeezed her finger tightly. My climax washed over me and I held my
breath. She didn’t slow her pace and quickly brought me to the top. I squeezed
her ass as I passed over the top. Moans came with every breath. Her pace slowed
as she let me down. As my climax subsided she pivoted again and kissed me
deeply. Our juices mixed in each other’s mouths. We both sat there for a moment,
gathering our breath and regaining our senses. As we got dressed she looked at
me and said, “Guess we better call Mark and Tina now, tell them we’re gonna be
late.” And with that she started the car. The little vixen lied to me! She made
it all up! I just laughed.
Saturday afternoon means laundry time. I hated doing laundry. I hated the fact
that I had to go all the way down to the basement of our building. It was cold
down there, not to mention boring. There was usually no one down there when I
did my laundry. This time was different. There was a chic there. “Hello,” she
said as I walked down the last few steps, “I just moved in.” “Welcome to the
building. I’m Trish and I hate this laundry room!” We both laughed. She flashed
me a smile, “My name’s Monica.” We made idle chit chat as we waited for our
clothes to wash. She just moved here from England, was single and didn’t believe
in panties. She was funny and was rapidly growing on me. She and I met like that
for a while, both always being the only ones down there Saturday mornings. A few
Saturday morning’s later I headed down to start some laundry and there she was
in only a t-shirt. At first I thought she must have ran out of clothes, but
dismissed that idea since she never had a problem before and was there last
Saturday. She turned around and smiled. “I thought that was you, Trish.” “Who
else would it be? It’s just us on Saturdays.” Then I got the hint. She was down
there not to do laundry but waiting on me. She sashayed over to me. She leaned
forward and pressed her body against mine as she reached behind me and grabbed
her detergent. The smell of her mixed with the smell of the laundry room and the
feeling of her perky breasts pressing against mine made me tingle all over. I
watched her add her soap to the load. “Oops!” She had dropped the soap scoop
onto the floor. She bent over, her t-shirt climbed further up her body as she
reached down to pick up the scoop. Monica’s perfect round ass and her pussy lips
nestled between her thighs were in full view. I couldn’t help but stare and try
to keep from drooling.
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