There’s a dryer in the dorm laundry I call Thumper. It’s out of balance and the corner is perfect for my tall embrace. I lean in as it begins to spin, working like a Rabbit on steroids, rocking my clit through my thin nylon shorts.
She drops her clothes basket and sits. Skirt up, panties down, her fingers rub madly, as she stares. I work Thumper hard for her, begging it to make me cum. When I do, she does too, our screams echoing as one.
I stagger over for a long, caressing kiss.
“Same time next week?”
“Oh, yeah.”
