1. The Sound Of Dirty Laundry


    Date: 6/23/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: L8LastNight, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    Ka-dung! Ka-dung! Ka-dung! "Mm-huh?" Caitlyn groaned as the rude racket wrenched her from her sleep. Lying on her belly, the side of her face mashed up against her pillow, she blinked her bleary eyes. She saw nothing. She dragged her fingers, pulling aside her hair draped across her face then blinked again. No good; pitch dark. To her dismay she confirmed what her internal clock was telling her: it was still the middle of the frigging night. Ka-dung! Ka-dung! Ka-dung! “Whuh the…?" She was too tired to mutter the rest, instead croaking a second groan. Though groggy, she recognized the sound. It was the communal laundry machine just outside the door of her basement apartment. The dated, out-of-balance clunker already sounded like a grandpa’s broken down motor scooter when it was washing just a blouse and a pair of socks. However, fully loaded it registered on the Richter scale. This was why there was a large sign attached to it reminding the house tenants --all three of them-- not to overload it. The same sign made it clear that it was not to be used after 10 p.m. Caitlyn rolled over in bed and squinted at the glowing numbers of her clock: 2:00 a.m. “Ugh,” she sighed, flopping spread-eagle on her back. Ka-dung! Ka-dung! Ka-dung! Eyes wide now, staring up through the blackness to her ceiling, she waited for the banging to cease. A minute later, she whipped off her blanket and sat up on the edge of her bed. She glared at the sliver of light creeping through the edge of her door, ...
    steeling herself for confrontation. In her mind, with a cascade of disheveled hair covering half her face, she figured she looked like that ghost girl who just crawled out of the well. Good. All the better to freak out whoever was on the other side of the door when she exploded through it. She huffed then stood up and shuffled through the darkness, scuffling past small piles of her own dirty laundry on the floor. Just as she unlocked the door and reached for the knob, though, she paused. Ka-dung! Ka-dung! “Uhn!” Ka-dung! Caitlyn frowned. That was an unexpected sound. She leaned in close, pressing her ear to the door. Through the incessant clunking noise of the laundry machine, she heard it: “Ahn! Uhn! Ooh!” Her brows popped upward as she pouted her lower lip. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming, hearing the beat up laundry machine spouting its aches and pains in human voice. “Ohh! Fuck! Baby!” Caitlyn shirked back from the door, her heart skipping a beat. Not a dream. Not the laundry machine. Holding her arm to her chest, she rubbed her wrist as she thought. Fully alert now, she recognized that the usual aggressive tempo of the machine’s banging was marred somewhat by a slightly less than steady cadence. She ignored its thumping clamor. The female voice now held her focus, its lusty moans squelching the clank and prattle of the machine in her ears. “Yes! Unn!” A lascivious growl laced the cries, now. Caitlyn's brows pinched upward and she slid her jaw to the side and ...
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