14:252007-Nov-23
She jumped off the washer and began to load the dryer. I took a step back, frustrated as hell. I did not expect to fuck her in the laundry room, just didn't expect to quit so cold turkey.
Finally the dryer was loaded. She didn't say a word to me, just took me by the hand and walked to the door. She led the way up the stairs, I followed. I took my index and middle fingers and slipped them between her legs and began to "itch". This was absolutely driving her crazy. She stopped against the wall on one of the landings, right in front of a window. It was dark outside. I pressed my cock against her ass again as my whole hand massaged her pussy through her clothes. She began grinding her ass against me. My free hand grabbed her tits through her shirt, pushing them together. My tongue found her neck, long steady strokes against her. Her hand reached around and cupped my hot balls. This was starting to get very intense.
Looking back at it, I was still heavily drunk at the time. I was not drinking anymore. But I had downed enough to be drunk for a couple more hours at least. Her balance was a little better than it was when I first met her, but I could tell she was still very drunk too. One of us probably should have stopped this from going too far. But I think we were both too drunk to want to stop. You know the mentality of a college student... We d rather deal with it tomorrow or the day after then face things today.
