The Laundry Room Incident
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Samantha had been a resident of the city of Dallas for exactly 48 hours when she found out what the ‘big city experience’ was all about. In late October her building was 89 degrees, in the shade. The thermostat, it was explained to her, had malfunctioned and would be replaced as soon as possible, or so the story from the super went. More than a week later, the entire population of the building was wearing summer attire, if they weren’t on the way to work or going out. This proved to create some unattractive moments in the lobby area. As for the heat itself, apparently it was difficult to get parts for a system that predated Noah’s Ark.
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Sammy, like many of her neighbors, had taken to wearing nothing, or next to it, around the house. It was for this very reason that she neglected to put on more than a bikini top and an old, skimpy pair of white shorts when she went down to do the laundry that Saturday morning.
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If only her small town cronies back home in Fairfield could have seen her now. They would have her arrested for indecent exposure in public. In the Dallas, however, she wouldn’t garner a second glance, well maybe one. In reality, though, it wasn’t anything planned, it was just an oversight on her part. Whatever the case, every time Sammy bent over to load her laundry, she found herself falling out of her top.
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Her body was the classic model for the big, beautiful woman title. A bit chubby, but sexy in the curves she was blessed with. Her 42D cups were more than some men could resist. There was never any shortage of takers among them. Women, on the other hand, usually found something to hate about her. Well, maybe that’s an overstatement, but she had very few female friends in her 24-years. Likewise, since she’d only been here two days, she had absolutely no friends, either male or female in the city, yet either.
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About the time Sammy realized that she was no longer in her bikini top, she also became aware of someone coming through the door. Of course it was too late to cover up unseen. Even her quick spin wasn’t quick enough. Her cheeks turned several shades of crimson and it took tons of courage to turn back around.
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“It’s okay sweetheart,” a friendly, female voice soothed. “It happens to me all the time. I won’t tell,” she giggled. “Hi, I’m Danny. I live on the 8th floor. You just moved in, right?”
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“I’m so embarrassed,” was all Sammy could manage. “Um, yes, I did just move in. I’m Sammy. Nice to meet you Danny..." they both started to giggle at an unspoken joke.
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“I see your Daddy wanted a boy too,” Danny cracked. They laughed until the tears came. After catching their breath, they returned to their chores.
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Danny, in response to the heat, had come down in a threadbare little sundress/romper kind of thing. It had to be a thousand years old because the material was worn to just this side of ‘see through.’ Sammy had caught herself unconsciously evaluating Danny’s taunt, athletic body, as so many women are wont do to each other. Other than the waist and thighs of a teenage cheerleader, she hadn’t noticed anything special about Danny, or so she led herself to believe.
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Apparently Danny had badly misjudged the length of her dress. When she turned from her front load washing machine, still crouching so as not to fall out again, she was staring directly up Danny’s hiked up dress. Like Sammy before her, Danny had chosen to bend rather than crouch. The result was Sammy’s wide-eyed stare not only up Danny’s dress but also right over her entirely nude body.
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Sammy was mortified. Not because she’d seen Danny’s nude body, well a little bit of that, but mostly because, on some strange level, she was enjoying the view. That though was a severe eye opener. Of course she’d heard of lesbians. After all, she wasn’t exactly brought up in a cave. She’d even been a passing acquaintance of a girl in college that she’d suspected of as such. But she was in no way a lesbian; of that there was no doubt at all.... or at least until this very second there wasn’t.
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Sammy couldn’t help admiring the way Danny’s firm ass cheeks tapered into her powerful thighs. She was amazed at how sexy machine tooled legs could be up close. It was ironic that Danny’s pussy mound made a perfect period at the bottom of the exclamation point running down the crack of her shapely ass. The visual metaphor seemed to define the moment. Sammy was indeed enjoying the sight of this woman’s body. Heaven help the day; she heard her mother’s voice in her mind.
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Danny had to repeat herself a third time. “Hello? You want to come up for a beer while these wash?”
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Sammy had to shake off the spell. “Well...um,” she stammered, not sure how to answer. “I mean, ugh… my place is such a mess. I really should,” The memory of Danny’s delicious body, flashed before her panicked eyes.
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“Oh come on,” Danny pleaded. “Come up and have a couple of cold beers and then you can clean with a buzz. It’s much more fun that way anyway.” giggled Danny.
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Who could argue with such sound logic? They were chatting like old friends by the time they boarded the elevator. Soon they were in the Peruvian, jungle sauna that was the 8th and top most, floor. Sammy was finding it a bit hard to breath, but Danny seemed to have grown accustomed. Even more sweat than was possible, poured out of her skin. Her clothing, what little there was, stuck to her body like flypaper. She even thought she saw a camel at the end of the hallway, drinking at an oasis. None of this, however, explained why Danny was in, what is considered by most to be, Sammy’s ‘personal space’ while opening the door. The electrically charged moment passed quickly, though.
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Danny left Sammy in her modest living room while she fetched the beer. It was quaint and cozy, in an Ikea sort of way. When she came back with the suds, Sammy’s jaw dropped like it was made out of lead. Danny was stark naked. That was the last straw. Sammy took the offered beer in her right hand, and Danny in the left. She kissed her new friend quickly, so she wouldn’t have time to chicken out. To her utter delight, and total shock, Danny didn’t shy away. Instead she led an oral assault on Sammy’s mouth while she untied her bikini top.
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“Thank God,” she muttered when Sammy finally let her up for air. “I was afraid you would never get the hint.”
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Sammy was flabbergasted. She was so sure that this had been her idea. She hadn’t even considered the notion that she was being baited. “You mean you...?” she trailed off.
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“Well, not at first,” Danielle picked up the thread. “I was kind of hoping. And then when I saw your fabulous breasts...well, ugh… you know.” Both girls fell into a contagious giggle fit. “Take off these wet short, honey,” Danny said gently. It was then that Sammy realized that she felt so good because Danny was teasing her pussy with a roving fingertip. That thought alone almost put her over the edge into Orgasm Chasm.
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“You want them off?” Samantha teased. “You take them off me.” It wasn’t so much a playful tease as a weak attempt to stall or torpedo the moment. Otherwise, there might have to be some soul searching on a grand scale. The ploy failed outright. Before she knew it, Danny was stripping off her shorts and suddenly Sammy was standing nude before her brand new lover. Looking right in her eyes, Danny reached out and touched her, sending a shudder of passion through her large but firm body.
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Danny held a hip in each hand as she planted sweet kisses all over Sammy’s bushy triangle. Her moans had a certain B-movie scream quality to them, and every touch threatened an orgasm. Every kiss promised rapture. Very soon Sammy was parting her thighs to allow Danny more access to her swelling sex. Her slit was soaked, her thighs sticky, and her nipples were as rigid as steel. This was not the time for a moral check up. With tremendous effort, Sammy mentally slammed shut the Big, Big, Big Old Book of Morality and followed Danny to the bedroom.
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Holding a woman in her arms was similar to holding a man, but not quite the same. Sammy still recognized the warmth of another’s body and the thrill of flesh on flesh contact. The differences, though, were myriad. They were about the same height, give or take. Danny’s skin was so soft to the touch, and every sexy curve cried out for attention. Her sweet kisses burned on Sammy’s lips, but the biggest difference was when their nipples touched. As their engorged nipples touched, a wave of static electricity crackled through both women’s body, and thousands of tiny lights danced before Sammy’s eyes. This was turning out to be far more heavenly than she could ever have predicted. There was just one detail that was nagging at her.
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“God I wish you had a cock to stick in me,” Sammy leaked out in a particularly passionate moment. Danny’s head popped up from between her thighs.
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“Your wish, my dear, is but my every command,” and with that she produced a double-headed dildo from under the bed. Sammy showed wide-eyed concern at this strange, new contraption but got on all fours as ordered anyway. Her concerns melted away, though, when the head was pushed between her delicate lips and past her engorged clit. Soon she and Danny were groping for an even pace as they slammed there assess together, fucking each other doggy style. Sammy had screamer after screamer as her body trembled in the throes of an orgasm. It seemed as though she might dehydrate through her loins. The sweet ache of trying to hold the dildo with her pussy muscles, so she could fuck Danny back, and wanting nothing more than to be pounded into submission was more than she could take. Sammy fell flat on the bed, screaming with yet another climax. She lay there panting for some time. After a few minutes, with great effort Danny crawled over and kissed her bare shoulder.
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“Now how about that beer?” She giggled.
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The End...
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