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I did know what his neighbors were like, and he was right. Whereas nearly-naked people in the laundry room... it might be unconventional, but at least there was no shortage of proof for why we were there. Just two neighbors watching their washing go round at midnight, wearing the last few remnants of decency they possessed, seated on opposite benches as they talked, the portrait of absolute innocence.

Except for when Paul shifted a little in his seat and one leg of his shorts rose up just enough that, there in the gap between cloth and thigh... but no, I'm not one to stare. Nor, if you asked me, am I the kind of girl who might reach into her pocket for her cigarettes, ignoring the fact that that the weight of her arm was the only thing keeping her coat wrapped tightly around her. I don't know how much boob he was able to see, had he been rude enough to stare, but I doubt that it was much more than I could see of his dick.

Which, now you come to mention it, seemed to be a little bit more than before. As though something was making it... grow?

I offered him a smoke; tossed one over when he nodded. And the coat, I'm sure, fell away a little more. Which, in turn, seemed to find an answering echo on his side of the room, and it was good that we smoked in comparative silence because my mouth was feeling decidedly dry.

A loud click in the hallway caused us both to whip round. Beyond the door, a wall of darkness. "It's okay, the timer finally clicked off." Years ago, when these apartments were new, all of the lights in the common areas were on timers, most of which had been replaced as the decades went by. Apart from the one down here, presumably because this was the light that people were most likely to forget about... you seldom think of conserving electricity when you're climbing narrow stairs with a basket of laundry.

We laughed and he stood, walked over to the vending machine that stood inside the doorway. "Wanna share a Pepsi?" I nodded, tearing my eyes away from the unmistakable beginnings of a tent that pressed against his shorts, and pulling my coat together again. Then he was seated beside me and grinning wildly.

"What is it?"

He laughed. "I was just thinking, if I was to shake this up before opening it, what would you have left to wear?"

"Easy. I'd make a poncho out of your skin," I replied, but made sure to angle the can towards the open room as he pulled the tab.

My left breast fell out.

"Oops," said Paul, but he didn't look away. So I glanced down at his lap and, though he happened to be sitting in such a way that it really wasn't obvious what was down there, answered him with an "oops" of my own. Which means I wasn't even half surprised as he reached out and pulled my coat wide open, then leaned in and kissed my nipples.

I forgot to protest as well.

"We'll hear if anyone's coming, won't we?" He glanced towards the door.

"Yeah. The upstairs door is pretty loud, and they'll turn the light on as well." A pause, and then, "Why, what do you have in mind?"

He slipped off the bench, dropped to the floor, parting my legs with his hands as he knelt between them. His mouth darted between my breasts, kissing first, but then nuzzling before finally, taking one nipple deep between his lips and sucking hard.

I couldn't help myself; I moaned and my hand fell onto the back of his head, clamping him in place. I don't know about you, but there's a direct hot line from my nipples to my clit; brush one and it feels like you're stroking the other, suck one and I feel like the Hoover dam just broke.

I raised his head and kissed him, a long, deep embrace that sent our tongues twisting around one another, while my fingers scrabbled at the fabric of his t-shirt, tugging it up and then pulling it over his head while his arms still held me. He broke away, finished the job, and now I slipped to the floor in front of him, my mouth hot against his firm chest, my teeth teasing nipples as the hairs tickled my chin.

His skin was tart, salty; I flattened my tongue and licked up towards his collar bone, and then down... down... down, felt his cock rising to greet me, straining upwards, and I inclined my head just enough to plant a kiss on its already sticky tip. I heard Paul catch his breath, and paused... again?

No. Not yet. Instead, as I felt his body rising up, I crouched a little more, catching his cock between my breasts, and then pinning it there, undulating my flesh against the iron shaft that lay between them.

He started to move with me, his hips gently pistoning, driving his cock up towards my out-stretched tongue, and then back again. It was fascinating watching him, but my neck was cricking, too. "Hold on."

I leaped up, rushed to the washing machine that had ceased its working who knows how long ago; scooped up the damp clothes and threw them into the dryer. Hesitated for a moment as I realized my quarters were in my coat pocket, peeled four out of the roll and fed the machine. Then, stepping back to where Paul was watching me, half smiling, I lay my coat down on the floor, then lay back.

"Come on, then."

He crouched over me, his cock quivering in the air between us. I grabbed it, pulled it down, back between my tits. "Now fuck me."

He fucked. Hard, harder... his cock head banging against my chin, his balls slapping against my tits. Then I shifted again, my hand wrapped around him, angling him against my tongue, my lips, parting them to feel that smooth helmet slipping across my lips; widening now, my jaw strained around him, shocked that I hadn't realized just how fat his cock was. How beautifully, deliciously, excitingly fat.

He didn't need me to say a word. He leaned forward, crouched on all fours above my face, his cock angled straight into my mouth. And he fucked it like my face was a pussy, hard and harder, deep and deeper, fast and faster. My nails dug into his lips, sharp and vicious, rocking his hips, forcing him deeper. His cock was a blur, my throat a bruise, and then... and then... and then....

He pulled out and there was a sudden, desperate pause, a moment of stillness, of silence, and then... he cried out loudly and I flinched as the first whip of cream slashed across my cheek; closed my eyes as a pool slapped me hard; opened my mouth as a storm slashed my lips, then opened it as I felt him pushing, his hand rubbing furiously up and down his shaft, pumping the last of his come into my mouth. Then collapsed onto the floor beside me, breathing hard, his face a jumble of laughter and surprise.

"Your laundry's done." I broke the silence, and laughed as confusion crossed his features, too. But he stood and transferred his laundry over, then lay back down beside me. We kissed, and my hands in his hair inched his head down to my neck, to my shoulder, to my chest. Again, that glorious fire as his mouth enclosed my nipple, but this time I knew that he knew what to do.

His kisses went lower and my legs parted wide. As wide as he parted my lips with his thumbs, as wide as he'd stretched my jaw with his cock. And when I came, I flooded him like he'd flooded me, drowning his throat with my sweet pussy juice.

Our clothes would be clean in forty minutes. It was our bodies that needed to be laundered now.

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