1. Laundry with Rebecca


    Date: 6/26/2017, Categories: True Story, Blowjob, Gothic, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Toys, Author: Doug Rullman, Rating: 94, Source: sexstories.com

    irritated and said she needed to run to her store to take care of a couple things. I told her I understood as she dialed her phone and told someone she’d be there in 10 minutes. Beck got out of the car and thanked me again for the ride. She hugged me and asked if she could call me later that evening. I told her I’d be available any time and I looked forward to it. She pointed to my sweatshirt she had on and said “I’ll wash it and get it back to you”. I jokingly told her that I’d give her a couple loads to do if she wasn’t careful and explained I didn’t have a washer and dryer. She looked like she was thinking and blurted out “I have a washer and dryer at my place. Bring your stuff over and use them. I’d enjoy the company”. I laughed and asked if she was serious. She said she was completely serious and just to bring laundry soap because she was running low. Beck explained that she lived in the little white house that shared the property with the Ice Cream Store. She paused before getting back in her car, turned back to me and gave me a quick peck on the lips. She said “This was the best night” and then got into her car giving me a big smile as she pulled away. A little later that evening, about 9:30 PM, I was at my apartment when I heard my phone beep that I had a text. It was from Beck. Beck: Washer is open if you want to do laundry. I’m always up late so don’t be shy Me: OK, thanks. I’ll be over in about 10 mins. Beck: I have wine and just a couple beers here, bring whatever ...
    you drink. Me: OK, will do I thought alcohol and being alone with Beck at her house was the recipe for a good night and packed up my truck with laundry and soap. I grabbed 4 bottles of beer from my frig, noting that I would need to drive home in a few hours and headed just a couple blocks away to Beck’s house. I pulled up to her place and pulled into the driveway remembering I had three baskets of clothes to carry in. Beck opened the side door close to where I was parked with a big smile. She was barefoot wearing very tight black athletic shorts and a white t-shirt. Her hair was still done in her punk style, but her make-up wasn’t as heavy. She said she had just gotten in from a run and helped me carry my baskets inside. I told her considering it was so late there was no need to try and do them all tonight and suggested just a load of whites. She insisted and said “oh bring them in, silly. What we don’t get done tonight I’ll finish in the morning”. I followed her lead and carried two baskets and soap while Beck grabbed the last one. She led the way in as I followed close behind. Her laundry was in a closet near the kitchen, so we set everything near her dining table as she took over loading the first one into her machine. She added the soap and kicked on the machine. I ran back out to my truck, grabbing my bottles of beer and returned to put them in her refrigerator. I opened one and took a large drink as Beck poured herself a glass of red wine. I was taken back again by the ...
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