Maria sighed as she carried the basket of clothes into the laundry room, the tile cold against her bare feet. She had planned to be getting laid by her husband, Miguel, right now rather than washing clothes. Unfortunately he had called to say he would be home late and for Maria not to wait up. She was trying not to be upset, it wasn’t his fault after all. He couldn’t have known that she had laid out a dozen candles in their bedroom and bathroom. He didn’t know she was wearing a brand new set of underwear; A red bra adorned with small white polka dots that pushed her B cup breasts up perfectly, along with matching sheer panties. He had no idea that she had been lightly teasing herself for hours, waiting excitedly to surprise him. With a huff, Maria threw the basket onto the dryer and opened the washer. She loaded up the clothes with short agitated movements, stopping once to absent-mindedly pull the crotch of her panties away from her sticky-wet slit. Once everything had been loaded, she started the washer just as her phone dinged. She picked it up from the dryer and hopped up to sit on the washer as it filled with water. Her eyes swept over the screen at the text from Miguel:
*Trying to get out of here babe. Can’t wait to get home to you.*
Maria smiled despite her bad mood. She guessed waiting for her husband wouldn’t be so bad, they could still have fun later. She hit reply:
*Me either! Hurry home, I have a surprise for you.*
The next text came almost instantly:
*Oh really? What kinda surprise? hehe*
Maria bit her lip and eagerly typed back:
*You’ll just have to wait anddd*
She dropped her phone onto the rug in front of the washer with a gasp. Their rather old washer had just started its cycle and was vibrating hard under her. Her pussy tingled as the machine shook her whole body. She clutched the edge of the washer and leaned forward with her mouth slightly agape in a wide smile. Damn, that felt good.
“Oh wow…” Maria giggled to herself.
Her hips began to buck, making her rock back and forth on the washer. She had used a vibrator before, but had never been stimulated as a result of her entire body being vibrated. Her nipples stiffened at the slight rub from her soft bra as her breasts jiggled. Her already wet pussy was now aching with desire. It felt amazing, having the washer make every inch of her buzz with sensation, but Maria needed something more direct. She leaned back on the washer and drew her feet up to rest on the ledge. Her red see through panties were moved aside, with trails of her wetness clinging to the fabric. Her finger ran slowly up her slit, skipping minutely as the washer shook. Maria felt the swollen nub of her clit and began to rub. Her fingers knew what to do. Her clit was ran between two slightly parted fingers, then flicked as one waggled over it.
“Ahhh yesss” she moaned softly and pressed two fingers against her clit, the washer vibrating them against it.
Her wrist worked as she moved her fingers in short rapid circles over her throbbing clit. Maria’s feet pressed on the edge of the washer as she swayed her hips upward. Pleasure was flooding her shaking body. She flicked, rubbed and thumped her clit with vigor, but it just wasn’t enough. It felt so good, but she knew she needed penetration. Maria looked around desperately, her pussy begging for release. Her eyes fell on their standup dust pan that stood against the wall nearby. The handle went up about 3 ft and was made of plastic with a rounded soft tip capping the end. Maria stretched her arm and grabbed it. She awkwardly angled it sideways and, spreading her legs wide, lined up the tip with her dripping hole. She probed softly, testing the handle. When she felt no rough bits or bumps, she slid it slowly into her pussy. She smiled in ecstacy as the handle penetrated her, thinking of her husband’s hard cock. With the shaft of the dust pan holding her red and white panties aside, she was free to move a hand to her perky tit and squeeze while she leaned back on her elbow. The washer’s vibration rattled the tip of the handle just inside her tight hole, making her take several deep breaths.
“Ohhhh baby.” She groaned to an imaginary Miguel while she started to pump the handle in and out of her tight pussy.
The weight of the dust pan on the other end made the handle angle upward, the tip rubbing against her sweet spot. She irregularly paused to let it hum against her g-spot, the washer churning away beneath her. She fucked herself faster as she felt her orgasm coming on. Her legs flexed and her hips rose and fell in time with the handle as it moved inside her. She found her hard nipple through the fabric of her bra and pinched it.
“Ahhh… ahhhh… OH MY GOD!” Maria cried out as she came, her orgasm shooting through her.
Her body jerked and her pussy clenched on the dust pan’s handle. With a shaking hand, she slowly pulled it from her throbbing pussy, feeling a small trickle of cum seep out after it. She let the dust pan clatter to the floor as she lay back on the washer, breathing heavily. She quivered uncontrollably while the vibrations of the washer helped her ride out the pleasant aftershocks. After several minutes of slow burning bliss, she sat up grinning. She scooted off the washer, her knees trembling a bit as she stood. Well… that had been something. She gave a short laugh as she knelt down and picked up her phone. She had two more texts from Miguel:
*?*
*You there?*
Maria smiled and erased her earlier interrupted text then typed up a new one:
*Sorry babe, was doing laundry. You’ll just have to wait and see what I have for you :). Please try to get home quick!!*
She replaced the dustpan and left the small room. She adjusted her slightly askew underwear as she walked back to the bedroom. Maria lay on the bed, thinking the wait for her husband was at least somewhat bearable now.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6nuoxy/maria_makes_do_f_solo_insertion