My college has a nice little laundry room that I like to use. It’s a bit out of the way, being behind my dorm complex, and the entrance is slightly hidden behind a small hedge. Most of the other students don’t really notice it or even care. The room only has a few older machines. All my roommates tend to use the neighboring dorm’s much nicer laundry facility. So, I can do my laundry with a bit of privacy. Normally I will walk around my building and down into the cozy little nook. I do my laundry kinda late with no good outfits to wear. Often I will have a baggie sweater on and an old pair of panties. I bring a book with me, sometimes my switch if I’m too tired to read. It is a nice way to spend a few hours away from everyone.
Tonight I had a trashy romance novel and at least two loads of laundry to do. I let my roommates know I was heading out and made my way down to my private little laundry spot. I filled the first washer, as much as I dared, placing my book and detergent on a shelf just above the machine. That’s when I realized I had forgotten my phone. I left my things and went back to my room. One of my roommates kept me for a bit. She was having some boy troubles and needed my expertise. It wasn’t too long before I got back to my errand. My first load was beginning to spin rather loudy. I ignored the rumbling and wobbling, because it was an older washer. I leaned against the appliance to grab my detergent from the shelf I left it on. The corner of the vibrating machine pressed into my crotch and I gasped. It was rubbing against my clit so pleasantly I froze up for a moment. My hands abandoned my detergent and lowered to the top of the washer. I pushed myself gently into the machine, grasping the back for balance.
My body flushed quickly. The rush of emotions hit me like a wave. I felt like I was about to fall over. I had never done anything so risky. Even in my cozy little space I was basically publicly masterbating, and I loved it. I bit my lip. My eyes began to roll back as I let out a quiet moan. My face grew hot with embarrassment at how enjoyable the feeling was. The washer machine stroked rhythmically against my tender flesh. The vibrations slowly built up an intense feeling of hornyness from deep inside me. I pushed the corner of the washer with deeper strokes across my pussy. My muted moans grew louder with each thrust. My panties began to feel incredibly moist. I could barely keep my legs from trembling and giving out from beneath me. I couldn’t help but let the little slut inside me out.
I began imagining one of my handsome classmates discovering me humping the washer. I groaned as I pictured his strong arms grasping me from behind, forcing me against the top of the machine with his chest. I could feel his stubble brush my neck as I plowed my pussy into the spinning appliance. He would lift my sweater and stroke my ass with his broad fingers. I let out a soft whimper just thinking of his hand squeezing me firmly before giving me a nice hard spanked. I would let out a shocked gasp as he continued. My panties being pulled aside. His hand fumbling with his belt. The anticipation mounting, desiring release. I would beg him to slip his dick inside me, stuffing me completely. My body began to quiver and shake as my imagination took over. His thick cock would penetrate me from behind. One hand on my ass for balance, the other keeping my breast pressed against the washer. I leaned over and felt the machine jiggle my tits, trying to continue the lingering feeling of phantom cock pounding my wet cunt. I couldn’t stop myself from sliding into orgasm. I let out a long worbaling moan as I convulsed atop my new sexy secret.
My head began to clear and I remembered my second load. I hurriedly filled the other machine and decided I didn’t want to sit in wet panties for a few hours. I slipped my underwear off, feeling bold and sexy. I quickly hopped onto the washer and grabbed my romance novel. The rest of my evening was very pleasant. I don’t think laundry night is ever going to be the same again.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/upx8nj/awash_with_pleasure_f23_exhabitionism_story
Gods, this was hot. I love the combination of the mundane reality of the laundry room with the intensity of the fantasy.