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"Spin Cycle" by JT

	
Kelly scooped an armful of wet clothes out of the washer and
sighed. There were a million things she could be doing at 11:30 on
a Saturday night . . . a million places she could be . . . and sitting in
an all night Laundromat doing her laundry was probably the least
attractive of them all. She hefted her load to the line of dryers on
the wall and tossed the damp bundle inside along with a crumpled
dryer sheet that she would probably use at least two more times
before the night was over. Fishing in her pocket for quarters, she
popped one into the slot and started the dryer. 
	
She returned to the little corner of the Laundromat that she had
staked out for herself, taking a sip of Diet Pepsi before diving back
into her reading. The book was a cheap romance novel plucked
from the supermarket book rack  . . . a genuine bodice-ripper, a
piece of unashamed pulp rife with flowery prose that either made
her feel warm all over or violently nauseous, depending on her
mood. It didn't help that all the couples in these novels were
boy/girl; but, she did what she so often did and imagined it was
some dark haired beauty with full lips sweeping the heroine off her
feet and not some smarmy, big chested hunk of a man. In her
fantasy world, well developed pectoral muscles became delicious
round breasts waiting to be fondled . . . a bulging member became a
hot, swollen clitoris just begging to be sucked.
	
The sound of the door opening forced her to stop just as a pair of
hands were slipping inside the blouse of the main character in the
novel. Kelly looked up, mildly perturbed at the intrusion. The
reason she came to the Laundromat so late in the first place was to
be alone, which she always was. Justified or not, she'd come to feel
she had the run of the place. The sudden intrusion into her turf
raised her hackles and summoned a growl deep in her throat, like a
junkyard dog preparing to defend its property. 
	
Kelly bit back the words forming on her tongue when she saw the
delectable creature who had walked in. The woman had a short
crop of dark hair married with a lean face and piercing dark eyes.
She was dressed in a leather jacket over a T-shirt and khaki shorts .
. . with boots not quite matching the jacket . . . but it was close
enough to be acceptable. Kelly shifted in her chair, suddenly feeling
self-conscious in her sweatshirt and jeans and white tennies. The
woman offered her a smirk and it was only then that Kelly realized
she had been staring.
	
Well at least I'm not drooling, Kelly thought. She pretended to go
back to her reading, but her eyes peered over the top of the book in
wolfish hunger as she watched the other woman dump a brown
paper bag full of dirty clothes into a machine. Hands dug in pockets
in search of change and Kelly imagined those hands stroking her
body instead, like the scene in the novel she pretended to read . . .
hands cupping her breasts, massaging them . . . tweaking the
nipples ever so gently until they stiffened to needy erection. Then
lips, full and wet, descending upon her with a voracious hunger . . .
kissing . . . sucking . . . nibbling ever-so-lightly until she cried out . .
. head thrown back in desire . . . 
	
Kelly put her book down and stood on wobbly legs, trying to look
casual as she walked over to the change machine. The woman was
even more beautiful up close, and Kelly caught a whiff of something
heavenly in the air . . . some exotic perfume. The woman was bent
over the washing machine, wiggling that tight ass while adjusting
the wash settings. Kelly swallowed hard. She imagined covering
that lovely bottom with kisses, swirling her tongue into the tight
rosebud of an anus she just knew those shorts concealed.
	
The woman turned around. Kelly quickly slipped a dollar bill into
the slot of the change machine, tapping her foot impatiently. Her
change sputtered out and she hastily collected it, stuffing the
quarters into the pockets of her jeans. The woman snorted, giving
her a final look before heading out the door. Kelly whimpered
softly, her eyes fixated on the sway of the other woman's hips . . .
the look of those creamy thighs . . . the round of that gorgeous ass
disappearing into the night.
	
Oh well, Kelly thought wistfully. She started back to her little
corner and the book that awaited her, the little interest she had in
finishing it evaporating. Then she spotted something out of the
corner of her eye and stopped, heart thudding excitedly in her chest.
	
There on the floor in front of the washing machine the woman had
been loading was a pair of light blue cotton panties. 
	
Kelly stole a glance around the Laundromat, confirming she was
alone. She licked her lips, reaching down with trembling hands to
snatch the pair of abandoned panties. The material was soft in her
fingers and she clutched them possessively, slowly bringing them to
her cheek and nuzzling them . . . feeling a hint of dampness. Heat
swirled in her belly, making her lightheaded. She cupped the panties
in her hands as if they were some religious offering and buried her
face in the smooth cotton fabric, inhaling the sweet musk of a total
stranger. The scent was heady . . . pungent, invading her senses as
she imagined feasting on the cunt that could exude such a heavenly
fragrance. 
	
"You plan on giving those back?"
	
Kelly practically jumped out of her skin, slamming hard into an idle
washing machine as she turned around. The dark haired woman in
her leather jacket and khaki shorts stared back her, a wry smile
curving those lush and utterly kissable lips upwards.  Kelly felt the
sting of embarrassed heat in her cheeks as if she'd been slapped. She
began to speak then cut herself off, realizing there was nothing she
could say -no matter how charming- that was likely to get her out
of this with even a sliver of her dignity intact . . . not after getting
caught with her nose in this woman's dirty underwear. 
	
"What's your name, honey?"
	
"K-Kelly, " she stammered. 
	
"I'm Angie, " the woman said, stepping toward her. Kelly hiccuped
nervously as Angie leaned in close . . . so close she could feel the
woman's warm breath tickling her cheek. A hand came from
nowhere and cupped her breast, squeezing gently. Kelly sucked in a
sharp breath and released it slowly, the arousal she saw in the other
woman's eyes making her nostrils flare. 
	
Angie smiled warmly, pressing into her nipples with the pad of a
thumb until she gasped. Kelly slid her own hands inside Angie's
jacket, tracing the other woman's curves with a hunger that was
rapidly spinning out of control. She felt herself being pulled forward
and put up no resistance as Angie kissed her, quickly making a meal
out of her trembling lips. She returned the kiss with equal fervor,
opening her mouth wide in hunger. The tip of an eager tongue
danced around her own, making her dizzy with need. Her hands still
inside Angie's leather jacket, she slid them back to grasp the other
woman's ass. She kneaded the solid flesh between her fingers,
squeezing and caressing the round globes. Angie moaned softly,
moving to playfully suck on her earlobe. 
	
"Did you like sniffing my panties, Kelly?"
	
Kelly sighed between kisses, the hand massaging her breast through
her thick sweatshirt making her tremble with desire as her own
hands fondled Angie's hard, tight ass. "Yes."
	
"Mmmm, " Angie murmured, stroking her breast more firmly. "I bet
you'd like to get more . . . directly from the source."
	
"Yes, " Kelly whispered. "Yes . . . " Placing her hands on Angie's
waist she knelt down on the floor, her face now just a few inches
from Angie's crotch. Her hands slid from Angie's waist to stroke the
back of muscular thighs. The feel of the other woman's skin under
her hands sent tiny shivers through Kelly's body, like sudden jolts of
electricity. She unsnapped Angie's shorts and unzipped the fly,
peeling the shorts apart like opening a birthday present. Kelly found
herself staring into the most beautiful pussy she had ever seen, the
dark hair neatly trimmed . . . not wild and unruly like her own bush.
Pangs of hunger echoed in her belly, making her own cunt ache.
She raked her fingers through the soft, dark hair, making Angie
purr softly above her. Her finger traced the soft lines of the other
woman's netherlips, feeling the slickness that coated them. She
made small circled with the tip of her finger, loving the way it felt . .
. loving even more the way it made Angie whimper. Her finger
traveled up and down the length of Angie's slit, making lazy figure
eights . . . circling the other woman's clit . . . moving down and
around . . . slowly . . . then just as slowly she pulled back the moist
cuntlips, holding Angie's pussy open with two fingers. Kelly flicked
her tongue against Angie's clit then moved lower, lapping hungrily
at the folds of the other woman's cunt. The heavenly scent she had
savored before flooded over her until she was drowning in it. Kelly
swirled her tongue deep into Angie's pussy, greedily slurping up the
juices her furious tongue-fucking had unleashed. Angie bucked
against her, hips thrusting forward to push that sweet, delicious
cunt into her mouth. Kelly grunted with effort, sucking and nibbling
on the swollen cuntlips so beautifully unfurled in front of her.
Demanding hands raked through her hair, holding her in place. She
rubbed her face in Angie's wetness, licking frantically. Angie
groaned with a need that Kelly happily acknowledged, moving up
and gently wrapping her lips around Angie's hardened clit. She
sucked it gently at first, taking it between her lips and tugging on it
playfully. Then she clamped down hard, sucking the nub of flesh
like it was a piece of candy. Angie lapsed into a fit of spasms, body
jerking wildly as the pleasure spilled out in a gushing orgasm that
left Kelly's face soaked. She continued for a few moments then
placed a final, gentle kiss on Angie's clit.
	
Kelly got to her feet, watching Angie's struggle to breathe evenly  .
. . that lovely face even more beautiful covered with a sheen of
sweat. She smiled mischievously and Angie laughed, pulling up her
shorts and fastening them. 
	
"Come here, " Angie muttered, arms opening wide. Kelly easily
stepped into the embrace, sighing quiet sighs as Angie began
kissing her neck . . . licking her throat . . . hands fondling her ass
the entire time. Angie pushed her back against the washing machine
and Kelly felt herself being lifted up slightly. She hopped up onto
the washing machine, feeling it rattle underneath her. Kelly gasped
at the sudden but pleasant sensation, wiggling her ass on top of the
washer as it vibrated wildly. Angie smiled at her, hungrily, staring
deeply into her eyes while fumbling with the zipper of her jeans.
Kelly returned the gaze, refusing to let go even as fingers began
probing her mons. The vibrations of the washer she was sitting on
paired with the gentle caresses Angie applied to her cunt sent
ripples of pleasure through her body. She panted excitedly, her eyes
begging for more. Angie smiled, plunging into her with two fingers.
Kelly gasped, grabbing the sides of the washer as Angie thrust in
and out of her cunt, fucking her with two fingers . . . then three, a
well placed thumb working her throbbing clit. The washing machine
stopped for a moment but Angie didn't, fingers pushing into her . . .
deeper . . . harder . . . faster . . . making her squeal like a trapped
animal. She chewed on her lower lip, feet banging into the washing
machine as Angie pumped in and out of her cunt at a feverish pace.
She could feel the pressure building up inside her. The feeling
against her belly was intense . . . almost painful. Then . . . suddenly
. . . the washer began to shudder violently underneath her, and just
as suddenly Angie's fingers were applying pressure to her clit . . .
squeezing the nub of flesh . . . pinching it . . . jerking it off. Kelly
couldn't have contained the scream that escaped her lips even if she
had wanted to. She howled in ecstasy, letting loose a wild cry as the
orgasm ripped through her body. Angie refused to let up,
pummeling her clit without mercy until she came again. Kelly
collapsed forward, crushing Angie's head to her chest and holding
tight. The feel of Angie's arms encircling her body at the same time
made her shudder.
	
"Please tell me you live close by, " Angie whispered.
	
"Just around the corner, " Kelly said.
	
"Then let's go. I want to have you in bed."
	
Kelly ruffled Angie's hair, kissing her new lover. "What about our
laundry?"
	
"Leave  it, " Angie muttered. "I don't think we'll be needing any
clothes for awhile."
	
Kelly laughed. She liked the sound of that.  


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