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The Sound Of Dirty Laundry

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

she did find a light summer dress to slip into. A little odd for a lounge-about outfit, but at least it was clean. She gathered up a mound of clothing in her arms and paused. She wondered for a moment if she should just go to the Laundromat instead, but the thought of trekking out to do her wash less appealing than having to deal with the brutal clanking of the house's machine. She went into the hall and dropped her clothes in a hamper beside the machine. As she sorted through her garments, tossing them into the tub, she found herself frowning and feeling bothered still thinking about Jae, until she finally froze. The image of him silently thrusting away last night over the clamor of the machine rushed through her skull. She snapped her head back as she shook the swelling thought out of her mind. "Okay, whatever," she finally groused, and picked up the whole pile of clothes and crammed them into the tub of the machine. It would probably end up boring a tunnel through the floor, but she just didn't care. She dumped a cup of detergent in, switched on the water and dropped the lid. Then she went into her apartment to grab a book to read in the backyard. As she flipped through her collection, it didn't take long before she heard the menacing, low grumble coming from the machine as the agitator lurched into motion. Caitlyn grimaced and sighed as it quickened to a steady, chattering rattle. As if she were afraid of seeing a ghost, she turned her head slowly towards the open door ... and gazed through it. She had a clear view of the laundry machine, already visibly trembling like it was preparing for lift off. Caitlyn couldn't peel her eyes away from it, even as she felt a small lump creep up her throat. She moistened her lips but kept them parted as she breathed softly through them. For a quick instant, she blinked, an incredulous, slight grin slipping onto her lips. "You're really thinking about this, aren't you?" a voice in her head said. It was a puzzling, teasing combination of her own and Krista's voice. Before she realized it, she had somehow made her way to the doorway and stood there, facing the aggressive, angry taunts of the vibrating machine. There was a pervasive, warm dampness filling the air around her, the smell of wet fabric swirling against her nostrils. She inhaled deep and felt compelled forward with every breath after. As she stood before the machine, she could feel its vibrations, a swirling charge seeping up her legs, her thighs, belly, breasts, neck and face. With one hand, she pulled her long hair back around her ear once more, the other hand she carefully placed on top of the machine as if she were petting a sleeping bull. It shuddered and surged against her touch. Chewing her lower lip, she inched closer to the machine. It seemed to respond to her approach, shaking like an excited dog. Once more, Caitlyn found herself grinning for reasons she couldn't fathom. With her hand still on the machine, she moved aside slightly placing her ...