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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for adults in
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The Laundry Room
By Richard
Part 1
Liz muttered a small curse as a small sliver of rotted cement skipped off the last step as
she entered the basement laundry room. She had an urge to kick the fragment across the room but
her arms were full with the laundry basket and she was hot from having carried it down the two
flights. Her roommate, Louise, hadn't even bothered to help. Just had acted as though it was
Liz's job and Louise was just too good for it. Since moving in six weeks before Louise's
attitude had become almost matter of fact--a way of life. At least she wasn't a slob or leave
the bathroom a pigsty or whatever. And she could be a lot of fun when she wanted to be.
Liz plopped the basket on top of one of the three washers, opened the one next to it and
began to sort the whites into it. After starting the wash she went over to the fat, overstuffed
couch and sat down. It was hot outside and in her apartment, especially with no air
conditioning, but in the basement it was always cool. Almost dank. She shivered a little and
picked up the old Reader's Digest sitting on the table and began to thumb through it.
She couldn't really get interested in any of the articles. Sameold, sameold was all it
seemed to be. She threw it down and got up and started to pace. God! She was so restless
lately. Deep down she knew what it was. She hadn't had sex since she had broken up with
Michael three months ago. It had been a bad breakup and she hadn't wanted to be with someone so
soon after it. Then the move and the new surroundings and school taking up so much time. Still
she was lonely and, even worse, horny and she had no real prospects out there. Roger, the
tenent next door to them was handsome but he seemed to have an eye for Louise. The Chaney's
were a young married couple who (naturally) spent most of their time behind their own closed
door and the Conklins were old. Chester was a rather spooky retired postman with a wall eye
that made him appear to be looking in two different directions at once and who didn't say much,
while his wife Mabel was a full bodied woman who made Louise's occasional frostiness seem
downright homey. There were four apartments on the ground floor as well but outside of the
landlord, Mr. Laemmle, she hadn't really gotten to know them outside of casual head nods as she
or they came and went on their daily business.
As the washer began its first spin cycle, it began to lurch and rattle. "Damn!" thought
Liz, "It's off balance!" and she rushed to the machine, opened it and shifted the clothing
around. When she closed it, it began to run much more smoothly. She was standing so close to
it that she could feel the vibrations of the machine through her skirt. "Oh, that
feels...good." she thought and pressed her legs, belly and pussy against the corner of the
washer. "Oh, Jeez," she thought and jerked back, "what is the matter with me. Am I that
horny? Anyone could come down here and see me." Still, it had felt good and after a second she
pressed her body again against the vibrating machine. Then she pulled back and walked across
the laundry room to the foot of the stairs and listened. She went up the steps to the entryway
and looked down the hallway on either side and up the stairs to the second floor landing.
Nobody in sight and it was a Wednesday afternoon. Most of the tenents would be at work. Mrs.
Conklin always did her laundry on Wednesday & Saturday mornings. (She made sure all the tenents
knew this so they would stay out of the laundry room during those times. Mr. Laemmle had passed
her on her way downstairs and had mentioned he was going to the store.
She turned and went back down the cellar steps into the laundry room and reset the washer to
spin. She pressed her front against the machine and tilted her head back. After a moment she
spread her legs around the corners of the machine and held her skirt and panty covered pussy
against the top corner. God!! It felt so good! She stepped back again and looked around. But
she wasn't really seeing anything. She lifted her skirt up and pushed her pussy, now covered
only by her thin black panties, directly against the corner of the machine and closed her eyes.
After a second or two she begain to lift herself up and down on her tiptoes and rub the long
line of her pussy lips against the vibrating machine. She could feel the juices inside her
began to form and dampen the front of her panties.
After a while the machine went into the rinse cycle and she again readjusted it to spin.
Then she turned around, lifted her skirt back up again--only this time over her ass cheeks and
pressed her panty-clad ass against the washer, again closing her eyes. The vibrations riveted
through her ass muscles and seemed to linger and sharpen around her ass hole. She groaned out
loud and was shocked to hear someone began to chuckle.
She opened her eyes and standing at the bottom of the basement stairs was Roger, the
handsome man from next door. He had on biking gloves and shorts and a huge grin on his face.
There could have been no doubt as to exactly what she had been doing! Liz's face reddened. In
fact, her whole body seemed to be flushed with embarassment. But she seemed to be frozen in the
humiliating position she was in. It was like a nightmare where you could see and hear
everything around you but were completely unable to move!
"Stay right here, honey." said Roger, "Don't move an inch. I mean that. Don't move! I
can see you've got a problem and I intend to help you with it." Then he walked over to her and
tucked the back of her skirt into the waistband with one hand while placing his other hand on
the back of her head. Then she felt his fingers grasp the back panel of her thin panties and
pull them tight between her ass cheeks.