Chapter 3: underwear
Dear Diary,
The most delicious, naughty little thing happened in the laundry room last week! It's still giving me thrills just thinking about it. ;)
Every time I load the washing machine or fold clothes, I can't help but remember how Tim's strong hands gripped my hips, ravishing my body with his own.
I was in my white satin bra and panties, setting the dryer's temperature when I felt someone's presence behind me. With my back to the opening, I had a hunch I knew exactly who it was.
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"Turning yourself into a tempting snack, huh?" a deep voice murmured next to me. I glanced back and saw Tim leaning against the doorway, wearing a knowing smirk.
My heart rate picked up with excitement as I bent over, keeping my focus on the dryer.
I knew Tim wouldn’t be able to resist seeing my ass in his favorite white panties. I bent over and waited for him. His hand reached around, playing affectionately with my long hair, while his other hand slid down my hip and slowly slipped into my underwear. There was no doubt left in my mind how much he wanted me; I could feel his throbbing erection pressed against my jeans.
"Oh, Timmy," I purred, welcoming his touch. The tension built between us as he explored my wetness with his fingers, and I was already feeling the approaching waves of pleasure. He pulled me closer, stepping right behind me.
My body immediately yielded to him as he entered me from behind.
He knew my curves and sensitive spots so well, making me feel as if we were made for each other. His every thrust pushed me closer to the edge, and I savored the sensation of being so utterly desired.
He reached down and rubbed the small of my back. I arched with his touch, and he chuckled as I gasped out a breathy moan. This only drove him to pound harder into me, each stroke a perfect mix of pain and pleasure.
“Your cock feels so good baby.” I told him knowing that would make him start to fuck me harder.
“Don’t forget about my tits.” I begged. , but Tim knew better than to abandon any part of my body he was pleasuring.
His hands moved up, playing and squeezing my breasts with a gentleness that belied the force of his thrusts. I felt my body quiver and release, a surprise orgasm exploding throughout me. I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loudly, gasping in delight.
He never missed a beat, holding me close as I caught my breath.
“Feeling good, my love?” He whispered into my ear, his hot breath making me shiver with delight.
“God, yes,” I managed to reply, still feeling the echoes of my orgasm. Tim continued pumping, his thighs slapping against mine, pushing me into the front of the dryer.
Without missing a beat, his hand traveled down to my ass, where he gently caressed my cheeks and then slipped his finger inside my tight hole.
“Do you want more?” He asked, already knowing the answer. I let out a whimpered “Yes,” and he slid an extra finger into my ass, giving me that double penetration that always drove me wild.
He didn’t need to say any more, as he knew precisely what I needed: absolutely unyielding lust.
It started with his fingers working my backdoor open, getting me ready for its impending invasion. My toes curled, body still pressed up against the laundry machines.
Tim slid his fingers out and replaced them with the tip of his cock, slowly pushing into me. I took every last inch of him and felt my breath hitch in my throat. It felt so dirty, so forbidden, and so damn right.
Inch by inch, he filled me up, making my eyes roll back in pure ecstasy. I braced myself as he found his pace and started pounding in and out of my tightness.
“Ahh, fuck, Tim!” My voice echoed with each impact, the rhythm matching the pulsating vibrations running through my body. I was completely powerless against his skilled thrusts, hands pressed flat on the dryer. He knew exactly how I wanted it, and he didn’t disappoint.
The pressure began building again, the fire spreading from my core to the rest of my body as I pushed myself to accept every inch of him, Tim wrapped one arm around my waist and found my clit with his free hand.
“Oh, fuck,” My voice trembled as he began circling my sensitive nub. Each rotation, as sinful as it was, sent a new wave of pleasure straight to my swelling center. I gripped the dryer lid harder, the pressure becoming unbearable. My back arched in response, practically begging for more.
We slipped into our familiar rhythm.
He reached up and pulled the cups of my bra down, revealing my nipples for his hands to explore. As his thumb tenderly rolled over one sensitive bud and his fingers pinched and pulled on the other, my mind became a mushy mess of need, want and uncontrollable lust.
"More. I want more. Don't you dare stop," I begged while my head flopped back against Tim's shoulder. I savored the sensation of him stretching me wide, our bodies fitting together perfectly. My hips gyrated against him, my body attempting to pull him deeper into me.
Tim's breathing quickened, growing heavier as he continued to thrust into me.