It was warm in the empty laundrette and the hum of the washers and tumble dryers and the scent of fabric softener lulled and comforted me…. I pulled my phone out of my bag, put in my earphones and selected random on my playlist then closed my eyes and relaxed against the washer in front of me.
I get lost instantly to music, to the warmth of the room and to the vibrations from the washer which enveloped me, my mind wandered…

The next song on the play list started. My eyes still closed I found myself moving to the rhythm, and I lean forward across the washer, legs apart moving my hips to the rhythm…
It was then that I became aware of the lightest of touches against my neck, and then another on my shoulder as soft hands reached around to the straps of my dress…moving against me, I feel a warm, hard body …my straps are slipped from my shoulders to my arms, soft kisses on my cheek, neck and shoulder and I arch my back and turn my head around towards the warmth, my eyes are still closed when warm lips find mine. First softly they kiss me, sweetly caressing mine, then more urgently until a searching tongue finds its way between and is met with mine. The unknown hands leave my shoulders; one finding its way inside my dress to my breasts, nipples now awakened by the rough touch, are pinched and tormented; the other hand slips lower, just barely brushing against stomach until with a precise movement it slides my hem up to reveal my knickers and then slips inside my elastic. Knowledgeable fingers seek me out and I find myself grinding against a sudden hardness pressing against my lower back and at the same time against the two fingers that have opened me up to allow the third to work expertly on my clit. I moan as it is slowly dipped inside then back across its now slick target.

I shiver as I feel my panties peeled to the side from behind and I am lifted slightly. A hot, hard cock slides easily between my thighs and presses against my wet swollen clit, lingering and retreating. I cry out as I am driven crazy by the sensations and my legs are trembling and then when strong hands hold me by the hips, the thrusting begins at last. I am pressed hard against the washer which is now vibrating madly on its spin cycle, sending delicious sensations through me from the front while I am riding against him from behind. The soaked lace from my knickers is rubbing across my clit with each thrust sending tremors through me and I feel myself clamping down onto his cock as I start to come…crying out I fall forward onto the washing machine which finished its climatic spinning, just as I did…