I put my washing in the machine of the communal laundry in my apartment block, conscious of the fact that I am in the public room in a dress with no underwear on. I feel a little naughty, but it is washing day after all, and I had left it so long I had no other option.
I lean up against the washing machine, bending slightly so my elbows can rest on the top of the machine. The machine rumbles along doing its thing as I stare off into the distance. I am snapped back to attention as the washing machine kicks into the spin cycle and begins to shake and move. The angle I am leaning on means the vibrations send a shock of sensation down my body and hones in on my clit.
I suck in a breath and straighten slightly, pressing my clit against the edge of the machine, close my eyes and drop my head forward as the feeling over takes me. I feel myself getting wet, and have to resist the urge to slide my fingers between my legs and fight back a moan. I vaguely register someone come into the laundry room, but pay no attention to them as the vibrations of the machine carry me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.