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By: jwdoney (jwdoney@yahoo.com)This story is completely unrelated to any story or any part of a story I have ever written or posted. Any similarities in themes, descriptions, scenarios, or even character names are coincidental and unintended. This is a work of fiction and all names have been created, and any people, places, products or events mentioned are done so without permission or endorsement.
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I have never written an erotic story before, and for the most part I really don’t read them either, but what I am about to share with you changed my outlook on a lot of things, plus I think it turned out to be sexy and erotic. My name is Erica and I am a 29 year old blonde career professional, which means I work in an office and dress up every day. This story is not really about my degrees, employment or even my career, but I thought you might want to know I am not an aerobics instructor or cheerleader as most women in these stories seem to be. I am in awesome shape, but I was never a cheerleader nor did I participate in sports in high school or college, I just take real good care of myself and work out 3 to 5 days a week.
I have long straight blonde hair, blue eyes and an expensive smile, my body is that gray area between petite and full, some call it athletic. I am not fat or even overweight, but I am also not in any way thin or skinny. Part of the problem, although any male reading this will not think it’s a problem, is that I am blessed with oversized natural 36D breasts.
Unlike most of the women in most of the stories, I really do have full, natural breasts, and mine are oddly round and symmetrical, almost as if molded or scooped. I also have perky nipples that were never a problem, but lately it seems like no matter what I wear they are erect and visible. Again, I don’t think men have a problem with that. I am 5′, 10 tall with long toned legs that give off the impression that I am a runner, but unless you count a treadmill, I’m not. Finally, my greatest feature seems to be my ass, and it stands out no matter what I wear, tight or loose, it gets the most attention. Odd considering my bountiful chest, but all I can say is I cannot tell you the number of times I find people behind me with a dazed smile on their face.
As I mentioned in the opening, I would have never thought to write a story because I never imagined I would have such an adventure as the one I am about to share, and it all started on a day off when I was just trying to relax.
I have an on again, off again boyfriend from the office who is a nice guy and real good looking, but he is away on assignments so often that we still haven’t had a chance to have sex. There has been some hot and heavy after dinner sessions but it always seems we get interrupted by his pager or cell phone. Maybe that is part of why I was pent up and didn’t even know it. I had a rare day off on a weekday, the first time in 2 years that wasn’t part of a Holiday, and I found myself at odds what to do. Granted I had to work Saturday, but still a whole day off without a million errands to run. I made myself busy all morning around my spacious townhouse, and even after doing lots of busywork it was only 10:30am.
I started a load of wash and then opened the garage door to back my car out and wash it, but the phone distracted me. I hung up on the rude telemarketer and walked right into the side of the dryer without paying attention, knocking the box I collect the lint in off.
All the lint and filth I was preparing to throw away went everywhere, including on me and my clothes, so I cleaned it all up and threw it in one of the trashcans. I scratched the car wash and decided to change my outfit, but when I got up one flight to my bedroom, the image of soaking in a hot bubble bath led me astray.
Before I knew it I was unbuttoning my jersey top and dropping it into the basket, then I slipped out of my jean shorts and stepped out of them, dropping them into the basket with my foot. I took a minute to look at myself in the full length mirror wearing nothing but my skimpy yellow bra and panties, and smiled at how little they covered. My bra concealed less than half of each breast, stopping just the other side of each nipple, and right then; those nipples were at it again. My panties were a skimpy French cut and they really did not cover much, reminding me to trim again real soon.
I unclasped my bra and smiled when it seemingly sprang open to reveal my breasts, and my nipples sensed fresh air and perked up further. I slid my panties down slowly, seductively, imagining Rob watching me do it, and wishing he would get back to town soon.
I started the water and added the luxurious soaps to get the bubbles, and I went back into my bedroom to put my hair up. I thought I heard something from downstairs, sort of a thumping, but as I listened I guessed it could have come from anywhere and it seemed to have stopped. I stalled around after pulling my hair back and when the tub was where I wanted it I eased in and got comfortable, surrounded by lots of suds and bubbles.
I hadn’t intended to get aroused, I don’t even remember what started it, but the more I thought of Rob and imagined him watching me naked, the hotter I got. As I was luxuriating in the soapy water and slipping my hands over my body, I found myself focusing on my breasts and nipples and my breath caught as I increased my own arousal. My hands cupped my breasts in and out of the water and I teased, grazed and pinched my nipples, gently at first, then a little more firmly until I was really getting excited. I wished Rob were there, and I found one of my hands slowly slipping down between my legs until…
I was startled by a loud crash and then a constant banging and I sat up with my hand still between my legs, dazed and unsure what I had heard. Correction, what I was hearing as the banging continued, loud and constant.
I splashed and stumbled out of the tub and hurried wet and naked to my bedroom doorway to listen, but all I could hear was the same repeated noise. Without thinking about a towel or my wet, naked and soapy body, I hurried down the steps and slid through my kitchen until I really heard the noise and knew what it was. I threw the door to the garage open and dashed out to the washing machine to find it going crazy. I forgot completely about my naked body or the wide open garage door behind me as I looked at all the fallen and spilled detergents, bleach and fabric softeners, then at the hysterical machine itself. My load was seriously out of balance or something and the machine was jerking further from the wall with every bang and thump, why it hadn’t cut itself off I had no idea.
For a split second I felt a chill cross my wet naked body inside the cool dark garage, but I ignored it as I opened the lid to the washer and it stopped it’s crazy behavior.
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The minute I opened the lid I got blasted with a splash of hot, soapy water and it combined with my chilled naked skin and my already aroused libido to weaken my knees. I turned and slumped back against the washer, barely conscious of my hands exploring my own body. My left hand found and cupped my left breast from below; my fingers splayed across the heft of it and split one on each side of my erect nipple. My right hand slipped down and cupped my pussy, soaked for so many reasons, and just touching the outside of my pussy lit me up like high score at an arcade. I had to be quite the image standing there weak kneed, naked and wet, and caressing my own firm body.I say that because it was when I heard Holy Shit and looked up, the package delivery man standing there staring at me seemed to think so. It took him about 10 seconds, maybe less to drop my package and his clipboard and begin undressing, and by the time he got to where I was, he was rock hard and ready to go.
He looked to be about 7, maybe 8 inches hard and was good looking with short blonde hair and plenty of muscles, and without waiting to be asked, he just lifted me up and poked the tip of his cock against my fiery slit. I pulled him closer as he entered me, my soapy body sliding against his as he slipped deep inside me and began pumping. He began kissing my neck until our mouths met and we kissed passionately for two strangers, his hands took turns sliding and exploring my body while I just held him close. He had me positioned sort of against and on top of the washer as he continued inside me, and when his hands filled with my boobs it seemed to increase his excitement. I have no idea how long we fucked, 2 maybe 3 hours, ok, 10 to 15 minutes before I felt him tense and he gasped and I felt my own orgasm fast approaching.
Just as I was about to explode, he pulled out of me and blasted his thick cum all over me, splashing my stomach, crotch and legs. I wanted to scream I was so close to cumming, and he just picked up a towel out of a basket on the floor, wiped himself up, and then tossed it back onto the pile.
Between my frustration and shock I stood there stunned and slumped against the washer, covered in his cum and whatever soap suds remained, and just watched him get dressed in a hurry. In no time at all he was handing me my package and his clipboard with an almost arrogant air that said he had just fucked me, uh, which he had just done. Numbly I signed the board and he practically ran out of my garage, stopping at the door with a wicked grin as he said Thanks as if I had done all of it just for him. Then he drove off and left me unsatisfied and splotched with his sperm, holding an unknown package and standing in the pool of water and soap.
I should have been mad, I was mad to be honest… and yet, part of me was curious, aroused, maybe excited by the way he had just taken me and then left.
Too bad Rob wasn’t more like that.
… To be continued, this will not be my typical lose her clothes story, so readers give me some ideas how to slowly turn her into a hungry slut.
01/14/05
