Going to the laundromat was a weekly pleasure since there I enjoyed the company of my boyfriend. Sometimes we left the c

Going to the laundromat was a weekly pleasure since there I enjoyed the company of my boyfriend. Sometimes we left the clothes there and We left it washing until about 45 minutes later we returned for it. We always had to carry loose change, since the manager sometimes left to the bar next door and couldn't move us. On bad weather days we stayed. We talked, we did jokes, we read or, sometimes, passionately we kissed and touched each other if we didn't There was no one, it is understood. That day, Borja had many things to do so I couldn't I could wait longer and I went alone. The weather was horrible. It was pouring rain but I couldn't stay I had no choice but to go since that way I could also use the dryers. It Well, there wouldn't be many people there. I arrived. A few seconds before I had seen a girl enter with whom we had sometimes met but with whom we had never spoken. The manager said hello and went to the bar. So we each put our clothes in the washing machine and immediately began to spin hypnotically. Fortunately there was television. They started a soap opera that didn't continued. This was something different than the typical midday ones. The characters do not They talked loudly and the plot was not hackneyed. The male character reminded me quite a lot to my boyfriend. The girl was watching TV as if she were fascinated and I became increasingly I remembered more about my boy. I sat on a table, with my back against the table. wall and raising and rotating your neck to see the screen well. to my right There was a large window that overlooked a street where there were no shops. That Only passers-by passed by from time to time. To my left were the machines. A little further away another table where the girl was and behind her another window that overlooked the street. where he had entered. On that wall attached to a rotating support was the TV. The girl was still absorbed. The protagonist reminded me every time more to my boyfriend. I started to remember his eyes. His smile, his lips. One of the machines was hitting against the table I was sitting on. By being in operation its vibration was transmitted to my table top and my butt and vulva they noticed that soft rattling. That vibration along with the memory of our kisses It was blending deliciously into my body. So much so that it made me sigh quite audible pleasure. I surprised myself. I looked at the girl who had given He jumped and stared at me. As soon as I looked at her she turned away look. I blushed and went back to watching TV trying to concentrate on the series. But that boy looked too much like my Borja for me to stay so calm To make matters worse, Armando Luis was hooking up with the shrewdest aunt in the series. The two actors were passionately going at it without They didn't care in the least if they had spectators. And I thought about the kisses Borja's humid and long ones. On her fleshy lips, and her tongue entering with strength in my little mouth. In my tongue rolling around his, in both of us playing. In our increasingly abundant saliva. In our desire more and more overwhelming. The vibrating movement was getting faster and faster and I I was getting more excited. I leaned my skull against the wall and my body arched. My Vulva sought contact with the naughty table. I let out an Aaahh! Look quickly to the girl who also looked at me between surprised and scandalized. But he immediately looked away at the TV. On one hand I wanted to leave but I couldn't leave the clothes alone and It was raining heavily. So I decided to calm down. I continued watching TV. but my hand He began to acquire a will of his own. I surreptitiously unzip my jacket and caress my chest on my shirt, making circular movements and without touching the nipple. I imagined it was Borja-Armando's hand trying to seduce Amelia-Yuleika. My boob was getting very hard and it hurt. Then one of my His fingers began to make circles on the nipple and a small ball emerged. Then I did the same with the other boob. He looked from time to time towards the street. Whoever passing by they might see me but perhaps they wouldn't imagine in the slightest what I was doing but I hadn't realized that they could see me from the floors nearby or from a car parked nearby but I looked and saw no one, at least at that time. I also looked towards the place where my companion was. laundry room but she seemed to have remained immobilized watching Armando and Yuleika. What if that girl was a voyeur? Well, half way we would have a good time two. So I continued with my particular adventure. The little ball of my nipple increasingly harder and sore, wanting to be moistened by a juicy tongue. My hand went further. He took my shirt out of my pants and landed on my nipple left that received again unstoppable caresses. If someone was watching from the street, now he would no longer have doubts about what he was doing. Looking at the girl I let out another moan and she This time he didn't look but I noticed that he moved slightly as if to accommodate himself better. Yes, make yourself comfortable, you're going to enjoy it. I continued giving pleasure by alternating hands and nipples. Until my left hand, as if it were Borja's hand, unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my zipper, pushed aside my panties and quickly dove into the jungle of my mount of Venus. Ah! - I exclaimed, surprised at such audacity. The girl this time did look. This time I couldn't hide. My hands were where they were and I wasn't going to take them away from there. The girl stared for a few seconds without any expression of reproach or surprise he even seemed to smile libidinously. Me too I was still there with my left hand on my bottom mountain and my right on the above. The girl looked away and returned her eyes to the TV. Continue my amatory task, without a lover, but deliciously present in my imagination. Yes, Yuleika was a bad woman, a pervert who wanted lead Armando down the path of vice and perdition. My finger was already on my clit making circles. And it went down. The rubbing of my pants, the vibration, my finger and the spectator made my juices come out and moisten my vagina. Uuuuuhhhmmmm, uuuhhhmmmmm, he moaned without any shame. I did my legs slid away from the wall and now it was my shoulders that They noticed the roughness of the gotelet. A car passed by on the street. The driver, a man could have seen me perfectly since he passed by the side of the road next to the huge display case. Because of my posture and the place where I placed my hands, it did not fit doubt. I was emulating, although it was not my intention, the famous prostitutes of Amsterdam. That idea, far from cutting my bullshit, excited me more, so I continued. my masturbatory work in a more frenetic way. I observed that my partner every He looked at me more and more often, stopping more and more at my movements. So on one of those occasions I looked at her with lust and stuck out my tongue which They slowly surrounded my lips and I also wiggled my shoulders. She, this time, He didn't look away either and smiled shamelessly. I like cool guys but one of my fantasies sex is doing it with a woman so who knows, maybe that was the best occasion. The washing machine went into spin. The table started to shake with violence. My sex began to contract and dilate faster and faster. Me too It was very, very wet. Then I came. With my eyes closed, my mouth open and panting, my legs dangling over the table and my skull leaning against the wall. It was beastly. What an orgasm. The contractions of my sex They followed minutes later. When I opened my eyes the girl was standing there very near. He was looking at me. He raised one arm and ... The door to the laundry room was heard opening and a man he shouted Hello!. He was the manager. The girl was startled, opened the door of her washing machine and grabbed his clothes still wet and without a basket maybe what he had gone to get was not his clothes wet, if not my wet vulva, - he took her to a huge sports bag, He closed the zipper, and quickly opened the door and left. I had time to arrange my clothes before he manager came to look at my washing machine. He told me he was going to finish. I caught the basket Indeed, in a few seconds my laundry was finished and I immediately put it in. in my bags. The manager said goodbye to me much more kindly than other times. I was looking forward to seeing Borja, because although satisfied with my finger wanted a good romp. Despite the umbrella, I arrived home wet, inside and out. out. As soon as I saw him I threw myself into his arms and kissed him passionately. He He responded to my caresses. He didn't take long to tell me "By the way, what were you doing on the table?" laundry?"