Sunday morning, a day of rest supposedly. Only I realised, as I looked in my wardrobe, I had no clean clothes. I’d promised myself I’d do a wash on Saturday but, somehow, it’d never happened. I wandered round the flat, plastic wash basket in hand, picking up all the clothes strewn around the floor. I needed to get down to the laundry room and get my stuff done but what was I going to wear? I threw on a pair of my least dirty undies and an old T-shirt. To be honest they could have done with a wash too, but who was going to see me? The laundry room was usually empty when it wasn’t out of order. So, I put on my dressing gown and walked to the lift, my laundry basket in hand.
I was wrong. The laundry room wasn’t empty. Amanda was there. Amanda was a good-looking woman, only a little older than me. She was short and slim, with long auburn hair and deep green eyes. I must confess, in idle moments I’d often imagined her naked, but she was a married woman with two young boys. I’d often seen the three of them together on the school run though I’d rarely seen her husband except down the pub. Messing with a married woman could lead to problems I could do without. Nah, better to stick to fantasy.
She was dressed in a short silk dressing gown of a pale blue with some sort of oriental design on the front. It was tied tightly with a chord, and I could see the shape of her small breasts beneath the flimsy material. Not that I was trying to look you understand, but her nipples stood out clearly against the thin silk.
‘Hiya, Love,’ she said as I entered. ‘I’m just about to start a load. I could put yours in as well if you like? Save us a bit of money.’
‘What?’
‘I’m offering to do your laundry, Love.’ She held out her arms for my laundry basket and I handed it over. She turned to the washing machine but, rather than squatting, she bent over and placed my basket on the floor. As she started to load my clothes into the machine, her dressing gown slid up her arse, and I realised with a shock that under her gown she was completely naked; I could clearly see the curve of her buttocks, and the hint of a pussy.
She stood up and I looked away, pretending I hadn’t noticed but my cheeks were burning.
‘Are you okay?’ She tried to sound concerned but I could see a cheeky grin slide over her face. ‘Only, you seem to have gone a little red. I hope I didn’t embarrass you.’
‘It’s okay, I d… d… didn’t see anything,’ I stammered.
Amanda stepped closer. ‘And what was it you, d… d… didn’t think you saw?’ she said mockingly.
‘Nothing,’ I said.
‘That’s a pity when I went to so much trouble to get caught.’
‘What?’
She smiled and walked towards me, giving her hips in a seductive swing. ‘For a couple of weeks now, I’ve been coming down here hoping someone would catch me.’
‘I don’t understand. Why?’
‘Why?’ She gave a bitter laugh. ‘Because, since the boys have come along, I think all anyone sees is the mother. I want someone to see me as a woman.’ She undid the tie around her dressing gown, allowing it to swing open so the blue material framed her pale naked body.
I took a long look at her; the small high breasts with their dark pink nipples, then lower, over the curve of her belly with their faded pale stretch marks, to the triangle of neatly trimmed red hair at the junction of her thighs. I felt my body react and I let out a shaky breath.
‘There’s another reason…’ she said.
‘Yeah, what’s that?’
She gave me a cheeky grin. ‘It gets me wet!’ She closed her eyes, placed a finger against the slit of her pussy and gently eased it inside. As I watched she began to rub herself, first with one finger then a second. As her breathing deepened, she began to moan quietly and her other hand crept to her right breast. She started pinching and pulling the nipple between finger and thumb.
Was she really getting turned on or was it just an act for my benefit? Well, whether it was or wasn’t didn’t seem to matter. My cock reacted at the sight and, without thinking, I reached inside my dressing gown and started caressing myself through the material of my pants.
Suddenly, Amanda stopped and opened her eyes. Slowly, deliberately, she removed her fingers from her pussy and lifted them to her face. They glistened with her juices. As I watched she put both fingers in her mouth and licked them clean. Then she grinned. ‘Okay, Love, your turn.’
She advanced sensuously without breaking eye contact, reached out a hand, and grabbed the belt of my dressing gown. She pulled the belt loose and the front of my robe parted. We both looked down to where the head of my cock strained against my undies; a small damp patch of precum stained the material. She laughed. ‘Looks like you enjoyed the show!’ She reached for the band of my underpants.
I grabbed her hand. ‘No!’
Just for a minute she looked shocked. ‘No?’
‘What if we… You know… I mean… Your husband…’
She laughed. ‘Don’t worry Love, he’s taken the twins to under-five football. He’ll be hours yet.’
‘Yeah, but what if someone catches us?’
She gave another cheeky grin. ‘Yeah, but Love; that’s half the fun.’
‘Right, but you know what people are like. If we get caught, everyone in the block will know. Next thing you know, your husband’s round my place looking to knock my teeth down my throat!’
‘Shit! You’re right.’ She gathered up the edges of her silk robe, pulled them together and quickly tied them. As she walked back towards the washing machine, I wasn’t sure whether I felt relieved or disappointed.
Behind the washing machine was a shelf with the detritus of all the residents’ visits to the laundry. There were old bottles of liquid detergent, soap powder and fabric conditioner. Nestled among the dust covered bottles was a well-used sign. As I watched, Amanda grabbed the sign and walked to the laundry door. She opened the door, hung the ‘Out of Order’ sign up outside, closed the door and flicked the snick on the Yale lock. She turned to me. ‘Better?’
What else could I do? I nodded.
She grinned. ‘Good.’ Then she gave a single command. ‘Strip!’
I shrugged the dressing gown off and pulled the old T-shirt over my head. Tucking my fingers into the waistband of my undies, I pulled them down and stepped out of them until I stood naked before her. I felt her eyes upon me, and it might have been my imagination, but there seemed to be a certain predatory hunger in her gaze.
By now my erection had almost disappeared. I grabbed my cock, intending to get myself hard again.
‘Leave it!’
My hands dropped uselessly to my sides and I looked at her. She walked towards me, loosening the belt around her robe and letting it fall open again. She came up close so I could feel her breath upon my chest and her nipples were hard against my body. She leant in and whispered softly, ‘You know what I like?’
I shook my head.
‘I like to go down on a man, take his cock in my mouth while it’s still soft. I like to feel it growing harder and bigger as I suck him.’ Then her voice dropped even further. ‘Would you like that?’
I didn’t trust my voice to speak, all I could do was nod.
Amanda smiled and knelt before me. She took my limp penis in her hand and pulled back the foreskin to reveal the glans glistening with precum. She fastidiously picked a loose pubic hair with finger and thumb, flicked it away, and wrapped her lips around my shaft. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her mouth, the sensation of her tongue as she caressing my penis, and I felt myself react.
When she finally withdrew her mouth, I was already semi-erect, but this didn’t suit her. She put the head of my cock against her lips and slowly slid her mouth down my length until nearly all of it was in her mouth. Then, just as slowly, she pulled back. She repeated the movement, slowly forward, slowly back, and each time I felt myself grow harder. She started to give muffled sounds of satisfaction.
As my arousal grew, I found myself giving little thrusts with my hips, watching my cock go deeper into her mouth. Suddenly, she made a little gagging noise and pulled away. ‘Okay, Love, a bit too much.’
I started to apologise but she rose to her feet, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me into silence. At first it was just her lips, then her tongue pushed its way between my teeth, and I could taste myself on her. I wrapped my arms around her and ran my fingers down her spine and over the curve of her buttocks. Her nipples were hard against my chest, and I could feel the warmth of her pussy as she pushed it against my cock.
She pulled away. ‘I want you to fuck me hard,’ she whispered.
‘Can’t I go down on you first?’
‘Not this time, Love. I just want a good hard fuck. Can you do that?’
I nodded.
She broke away and, taking my hand, moved to the nearest washing machine. She bent over, folded her arms on the edge of the machine and rested her head on her arms, her arse towards me. She stood with her legs apart, her thighs wet with her own arousal and the lips of her pussy, warm and inviting. ‘Come on then, fuck me.’
I stood behind her, guided myself until the head of my cock slipped inside her; she gave a little sigh. She was wet and slick but, even so, I had to ease myself inside her. ‘You’re so tight,’ I whispered.
Amanda went very still. ‘What did you say?’
I pulled back slightly then pushed myself further inside her. ‘I said, you’re really tight.’
‘Say it again.’
I pushed a bit further. ‘You’re really tight.’
Amanda was breathing heavily now and moving her hips against me. ‘Tell me again, tell me what it’s like to have your cock inside me.’
I grabbed her hips and started to move in a regular rhythm. ‘You’re so wet, and hot, and tight. I can feel you gripping me and…’
As I spoke, I suddenly felt her muscles contract around my shaft and Amanda gave a breathless giggle. ‘Like that?’
‘Shit!’ I whispered. ‘You do that again and I’m going to shoot my load.’
‘Not yet,’ she said. ‘Keep going a little longer, I’m nearly there.’
‘That was quick!’
‘Yeah, Love, I’ve been down here a while.’ Her hand slipped down her body. ’Just edging myself.’ She started to rub herself, her movements getting faster. ‘Imagining someone’s cock filling me.’ Her voice was getting breathier with each statement then her back suddenly arched. ‘That’s it! Oh God! Now!’ she cried. ‘Fuck me hard. Don’t hold back.’
I grabbed Amanda’s hips and began moving faster, pulling out until I had almost left her body before slamming back into her pussy, over, and over. I looked down to where my shaft, slick with Amanda’s juices, was going in and out of her body. She was moving against me, matching my rhythm. I didn’t think I could last much longer, I was desperately trying to hang on, then, suddenly, I didn’t have to.
Amanda gave a shuddering cry and my cock seemed bathed in almost scalding heat as her orgasm washed over me and triggered my own. I felt a cool, almost painful, rush as I came and my legs began to quiver. ‘Oh, fuck!’ I cried. ‘I’ve cum.’
‘It’s okay, Love,’ panted Amanda. ‘Me too.’
I slowed my pace, moving inside her until I felt completely drained. Finally, I pulled out, the last of the semen dribbling from my cock, and Amanda gave an almost disappointed moan.
She turned to me and let out a deep sigh. ‘Thank you, I needed that. Also…’ She looked thoughtful for a moment then walked across to where her dressing gown lay and put it on. ‘Also, for saying how tight I was.’
My puzzlement obviously showed on my face. After a moment Amanda looked away and continued in a small voice. ‘After the kids were born it seemed like Geoff wasn’t interested, you know, in sex.’ She moved across the room and picked up my discarded undies and t-shirt. ‘Then, one night, I persuaded him to, um, you know, fuck me.’ She walked to the washing machine and put my clothes inside. ‘But he said he couldn’t finish because I was too slack.’ She closed the door and turned the machine on. ‘I finished him off in my mouth but, since then it always seems to end up with me sucking him off.’ Amanda retrieved my dressing gown, handed to me and watched me put it on. ‘So, I’ve been doing me pelvic floor exercises and stuff, not that it’s made any difference, he still won’t fuck me.’ She put her arms around me, reached up, and gave me a peck on the lips. ‘So, thank you.’ Then she rested her head against my chest.
‘Hey, no problem. Maybe next time–’
Amanda pulled away. ‘Next time? Look Love, I had an itch and you scratched it…’ She seemed to search for the right word. ‘…beautifully, but while my sex life might be crap, I love my husband and I love my kids. I don’t want to be a single mother, and you don’t want a smack in the mouth, okay?’
‘So, what now?’
‘Now?’ Her eyebrows shot up. ‘I go, have a shower, wash off the scent of sex and put my happy mummy face on. You? You get on with your life. Yeah?’
I nodded.
She walked over to the door, undid the snick, and held it open. ‘Listen, if you come back in an hour or so, I’ll make sure all your washing is dried and folded, a little “thank you” from me. Okay? And maybe, and I mean maybe, we’ll find ourselves in the laundry again and then we’ll see. No promised, mind! Right, Love, off you go.’
What else could I do? I went.
I got into the lift and punched the button to my floor. Had I just been used? I found myself grinning and decided I didn’t care; it was a great start to a Sunday morning.
