laundry room fuck Yesterday, I went downstairs to do the laundry room of my apartment building. A hot looking girl was there and I said hi. She seemed uninterested in chatting, so I loaded my washers and went back upstairs. Boring, right? Well, it gets better. I went back down to move clothes into the dryers, and she was still there, and looked so fuckable that I got a hard-on. I was wearing loose track pants, so this fact must have been obvious when I got nearer to her and started some small talk. She was wearing an "Ozzy" t-shirt, putting her clothes into the dryer I could see that she had a hot little body. Oh yeah, she was slim, but as I've told you, I never let size, big or small, interfere with a great fuck :-) . She was about 21, I suppose, 5'5", 105 lbs, about a 34B, but her breasts looked large and perfect on her tiny frame. So, being a "when in Rome" kind of guy, I asked her if she was a really big Ozzy fan, and that I like the old Ozzy/Black Sabbath albums (which I do, to a degree). She smiled at me, kinda like 'this guy thinks he can make time with me that way, ha!'...but I pressed on regardless. After only a few minutes, I could feel her warm up to me...she was now eying me like, 'hhmmm, this guy looks all right'. So I went for it. "By the way, my name is Tim," I said, holding out my hand. She shook it, looking straight in my eye and saying nothing for what seemed like minutes, but must only have been seconds. "Lisa," she said. "So what kind of accent do you have? French-Canadian?" "No, I'm not French, I'm part Newfie," she said, a little annoyed. We talked a little more, I can't remember about what, but she ended up telling me she was bored. She said "bored" and "boring" a few times, and she really sounded like she was just totally bored with her life. Yet she looked like one of those party animal/high school dropout/former teenslut types (to generalize a little) so I asked her, "Don't you have friends to party with?" to which she replied, "Nah, I'm new here, so I don't." She was over at the washers again, and she looked over at the dryers with my wife and baby's clothes in them and said, "So are you married?" This encouraged me, because she suddenly was looking at me like she wasn't bored anymore -- at least not with me. I knew I was getting warm, or that she might be. "Yeah, I'm married." "I see you've got a kid," she said, looking at the dryers spinning. "Yep." "Where's your wife?" "Asleep." "Isn't it boring being married?" "What, you can't imagine waking up with the same guy every morning?" "Nope." "You'd like to fuck a different guy every night?" "Yep." Despite the one-word answers, I knew, somehow, that I was going to be inside this girl soon. Still, I was shaking like a leaf. But still hard. "Well marriage doen't have to be boring. I fool around still. We both do." "Yeah?" I was within a few feet of her now, and it was a once-in-a-lifetime moment... "So you wanna fuck me?" I mentally pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. "I'd love to." "Well does this place have a light switch?" My mind raced, my cock swelled, pushing out my sweats like a tent pole. "I'll see" I said, walking around to find one. There was no switch anywhere, but I wasn't about to let my tent pole down at this point. I walked back over to her, put my arms around her, saying, "There's no switch, but I don't care." I kissed her and she kissed back hard and passionately, grabbing my ass and then reaching around to shove her hand into my track pants to grab my cock. She squeezed it and stroked it roughly and it hardened more. I started pushing her against the back wall of the laundry room, brightly lit, but the most -out-of-sight part of the room, should someone walk in (which I knew was fairly likely, even at midnight, which it was). "No," she said. "Over here." She pulled me over to the table adjacent to the sink, right next to the doorway. I wondered if we would get caught, but quickly tossed away all thought except the task at hand. She had my track pants down, and while she was roughly stroking my cock, I pulled her tights and panties down and reached into her shirt to fondle her pert breasts. She was squeezing my cock and kissing me harder than I have ever been kissed before. Lisa then hopped up onto the edge of the table and rubbed my cock up and down her already wet slit once before stuffing me inside. She was warm and tight, and it felt so good, but with her on the table and me standing, the angle was wrong and I knew I couldn't get a good stroke going. But since she was so slim, I just wrapped my hands around the top of her hot little ass and pulled her onto my cock. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and began to fuck me expertly and fast - like nothing I had ever experienced. Lisa really loved to fuck. She was so into it, she just kept pulling her pelvis up and down on my cock with her legs wrapped around me. Not being a huge guy (168 lbs), her wild fucking forced me to regain my footing a couple of times, but I wasn't about to drop her! She fucked and fucked, saying no words, but grunting and groaning enough to make me cum really fast. When I was just about to cum, I started moving differently and lost the rhythm with her just enough that my spurting cock slid out and I came on her pussy hair. Holding this hot little vixen in mid-air while cumming was an unforgettable feeling. She went into the bathroom next door to tidy up, and when she came back she said quietly, "Don't tell anyone about this." I knew only her first name, I didn't know her apartment number, her car or any person who knew her. I may never lay eyes on her again. But this Lisa, who I met less than one hour before I was fucking her, was unforgettable.