Laundry Lust
                                       by
                                      Tayla

Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction intended for adult enjoyment.


It was long after midnight when I remembered the maid left a load of wash
in the laundry room downstairs when she became ill. We, my husband and I,
live in a luxury apartment complex geared toward retirees. My husband
retired two years ago at 50 and I, now 43, had never been employed. When we
weren't country-clubing or traveling with friends, we spent as much time as
we could with our two young grandchildren.

I slipped out of our bed. My husband was dead to the world and snoring
loudly. Nobody would be up at this hour I thought, so I pulled on just a
robe and headed down. My ears were assaulted by thin, whiny rock
music. When the girl saw me she turned off her radio.

"Sorry. My grandparents are asleep. I thought everyone else would be too,"
she said.

"Most people are, dear. We left a load of laudry and didn't think of it
until just now. Where do your grandparents live. We're on the third floor."

"Sixth floor. I decided to surprise them by doing the laundry. Besides, I
can't sleep."

"I don't know anyone that high, but I do know someone who can sleep--my
husband. Are you staying with them long?"

"For the week. My parents went on a business trip to Germany. They think
I'm too you to stay on my own. Said they don't quite trust my friends
either."

"Just how old are you? You certainly look and sound mature."

"Almost 16 and can you talk to my parents, please? " she said smiling for
the first time. "They just don't like my friend Deke--that's short for
Douglas. He has a car and is two years older that me. They think he'll try
to take my virginity. Yeah, right!"

"What do you mean? Are you or are you not a virgin? I inquired.

"I'm sort of a virgin. Deke has never put his thing in me, but we've had
oral sex plenty of times. And he likes to put his fingers in me when he
sucks my breasts. But I like his head in my pussy the best."

"Sweetheart, you are having sex. I'm sure you're missing him right now," I
said. Was I getting a little wet hearing her talk about these things?

"Oh! I do! I do! Sometimes I think I can actually feel him when I play with
myself," she said, easing her hand inside her robe. But you know what I'm
feeling, don't you, ma'am?"

"Not quite, my dear. At least not the head part."

"Too bad. Look at you. You're a beautiful, sexy-looking woman--not at all
old like my grandparents. You should have all the pleasures of sex."

Now I know I was wet and I was hot as fire, too. No other woman--only this
hot litle girl-- had ever told me I was beautiful. My own husband had
implied it but never said the actual words. I had to do something here,
take a chance for once in my life, do the unexpected, have an illicit
thrill. Looking around, I said, "We're all alone down here. Can you show me
what it feels like? No one will ever have to know. I'd be so grateful. When
you show me, I can do you. I probably wouldn't be any good at it, but I'd
try real hard. Please? You'll have to forgive me. I'm a little worked up
here. And I'm talking too much, aren't I?"

Rubbing her pussy intently through the robe, she said, "I know the
feeling. Yeah, sure, I'll do it to you. I'm really hot right now,
too. Sometimes my girlfriend and I do each other when I can't get to Deke,
so I know exactly what to do. And it has been over a week since I've had
sex with either friend. So sit on the washer ma'am and spread your legs for
me."

Excitedly, I did as she asked, moving to sit on top of the vibrating
washer. The girl removed her hand from the robe and walked toward me. She
rubbed my wet pussy lightly, alternately looking into my eyes and at my
cunt.

 "You're so wet. I love wet pussy. I'm going to eat you until you're sore
and then suck all the juice out of you," she said increasing the pressure
of her rubbing.

The vibrations from the machine combined with her touching and probing had
me cumming within minutes. She pulled my head to her with one hand to
muffle my scream on her tongue while her fingers continued to plunge. This
was so wonderful-- having another woman making me feel this good-- and I
still had the pussy-eating to look forward to.

"I am going to eat you up," she said turned on to the eyeballs.

She did just that. Pulling up a folding chair, she sat between my legs,
spread them even more and began licking. The feel of her constantly moving
tongue over my exposed flesh in this public place cause my first cum on her
mouth to occur quickly and intensely. I pulled her head into me and I
humped my pussy in her face until I came down. The girl never stopped
eating my pussy either before or after my cums. She held my lips open and
fucked her tongue into me, sucked my clit while her fingers fucked
me. Ravenous, she sucked me, ate me, bit me, ravished my needy pussy. I
could do nothing but cum. Just cum. When she was done, I was as weak as a
baby and as sore and juice-free as she promised. I tasted my pussy on her
tongue as she kissed me passionately.

We switched positions. Unable to match her expertise, I would try to please
her as best I could, as I had promised. Standing before her, I alternately
sucked each smallish breast into my dripping mouth until she began
moaning. I slowly pulled at each nipple, biting lightly, dragging out the
pull, letting one go then doing the other. Leaning into open wetness, I did
what came naturally. I took her entire little pussy in my mouth and sucked
it like I did her breast. She went over the top, bucking, pulling my head
to her. This is all I did to her over and over. But it was enough. She had
to beg me to stop. We were both sore and weak but fully satiated as we left
the room carrying our laundry baskets to our respective apartments.


            If you do anything worthwhile today, "do it" with a woman.