1. Student Days: The Laundry Room


    Date: 7/31/2017, Categories: Masturbation, Author: llkop, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    My name is Mel. I made the decision to experiment and become as promiscuous as I could when I left my religious home for University across the country. This a story about my first orgasm in the laundry room. - It was dark and late after midnight, but I couldn't be sure. I was still settling into the uni lifestyle and was yet to get round to buying a clock for my room, and my phone was still in my rucksack, dead. So what better time to do my laundry than now? I gathered up my ever increasing pile of washing and put it into my washing basket that my parents had given me before I left home. On top of my dirty clothes, I placed some of the items which I had bought from a local sex shop earlier that week. I locked the door to my room, left my flat and headed towards the basement. The basement housed a series of washing machines and tumble driers to accommodate the plethora of untidy students situated above. It was a Friday night, and I passed several flats on my way down stairs that sounded like they were having parties. This was good. The halls were filled with music and the aroma of alcohol, everyone was busy having a good time and no one was thinking about doing their laundry. A million thoughts ran through my virgin mind as to what I could do with the objects atop my clothes. I wanted to prepare for my sexual debut, I wanted to know what to expect. Guilt had always pushed me away from trying to explore my sexuality but, now away from home and those constraints, nothing was ...
    going to stop me going all the way. - I saw no light switch so I just headed for a set of machines in the corner. I bundled all my clothes into a few different machines, wondering how I had managed to take so much with me in just my car. I took off my dress and threw it into the final washing machine leaving me in just my white flowery panties the darkness of the basement. I didn’t own any bras as my breasts were young, perky and just big enough to fill one of my hands. I stood in silence listening to the drone of the washing machines that I had running. I stood and I waited, staring into what sat in the basket. My purchases. My concentration was broken by the washing machine beginning a fast spin cycle. It rocked loudly from side to side as it vibrated. ‘Vibrations! To hell with the toys, I've got all I need right here!’ I pressed my buttocks against the front of the machine, raised my arms slightly and pressed my palms against the top of the washing machine. I slowly lifted myself until I could slide my butt atop the shuddering washing machine. I spread my arms to the edges of the machine to get my balance as the rocking swayed my body in all directions. I closed my eyes and crossed my legs, pressing my untouched lips against the hard surface of the washing machine. ‘WOW!’ An instant wave of pleasure shot through me, from my crotch outwards reaching my toes, fingers, breasts and head all at the same time. The shockwave almost caused me to lose my grip on the machine and loosen ...
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