The laundry room was small and cramped, but for them it had become heaven.
He closed the door carefully, as quiet as possible, and spun around on heel. They stood breathless for a moment, basking in their chance. In that moment they let lust decide their actions. In a flash she pressed against him, and for the first time they let their bodies do the talking.
With focused intent, their mouths connected, tongues dancing with desire, as hands massaged their way into sensitive areas.
He gripped her shoulders in his strong hands and he forced her back out of the kiss, lips refusing to part, to behold the flame of his passion. Her floral print house dress clung to her curves, pressed tight against her breasts and hips where his hands had found their home. Her long blonde hair settled around her shoulders, golden waves feathered back away from her flushed glowing face. Her nose was slender and beautifully angled, and with a turn of her delicate neck could either snap up into an effortless aristocratic tilt, or down with sharp blue eyes behind it pinning their target with a knowing gaze.