"Is that a roll of socks or are you just happy to see me?"

"So John," Grace asks, "Is that a roll of socks or are you just happy to see me?" You look at Grace, who is looking impishly at you. You follow her eyes down to your crotch. Sure enough, there is a very noticeable bulge as if your package is announcing its presence with zero subtlety.

"Oh." You scowl at her. "Well that wasn't a yes or no question is it?" She laughs a single laugh.

"Guilty as changed." She giggles, looking you up and down. "Though―" She grabs the back of her shirt and pulls it tight. You feel your eyes go wide as the boxy shape of her shirt is pulled to the curvaceous figure underneath, with a skinny little waist and a pair of small but perky tits. "You aren't the only one here whose packing heat."

"Wow." You chuckle, drinking in Grace's tight figure.

"Thanks." She grins back. "So you down to kill like half an hour while my laundry dries?"

"Yes," You say, idly rubbing your package through your quickly tightening shorts. Grace bites her lip and jumps down off the washing machine as you close the distance. She grabs you, running a hand up and behind your neck, pulling your lips down to meet hers. Her lips taste like mocha lip gloss. She leans into you, and you have to grab her around her back to stop her from tipping you over. You snake your other hand and give her perky little ass a quick squeeze. You feel the warmth of her body as it presses into you, her other wandering hand reaches down and gives your ass a tight squeeze, enough to make you jump a little. Through the kisses Grace giggles, and keeps groping your ass. She plunges her tongue into your mouth, and you have to fight her passionate kiss to return the favor. She moans into your mouth as you and her French kiss, bodies bumping against each other needily.

"You like that?" She breathily asks, breaking the kiss again.

"Yeah." You gasp. Then that little wandering hand of hers finds it way down to the front of your shorts, and she gives your sensitive balls a quick grab. It is not gentle, and you have to gasp hard. Grace giggles and grins at you.

"I think I know something that we'll both like more." She says, eyes filled with mischievous energy.

"Show me." You reply, giving her ass another squeeze. She gasps, lets go of your neck, and bats your hand away from her derrière.

"Promise to say something if somebody's coming." She asks as she sinks down to her knees right there in the middle of the laundry room.

"Where do you want me to cum then?" You ask, grinning.

"Oh I don't care where you cum dude." Grace laughs. "Spitters are quitters. I mean if somebody is coming to the door tell me." She gives you a sweet smile squatting down in front of you, your bulge within inches of her face.

"I can do that." You chuckle, not acknowledging that you can't see shit through the dirty laundry room windows out in the darken apartment complex. Or that you're far too distracted to keep watch anyways. Grace wastes no time grabbing the elastic band of your shorts with her thumbs and pulling your package free. You watch Grace's eyes go wide as your package springs free, a drop of precum flying wide and catching her on the bridge of her nose. She looks at it and then up to you.

"Dude are you part horse?" Grace laughs, grabbing your cock by the hilt and looking it over somewhere between horrified and excited. The fact that she is so petite makes your cock look truly massive compared to her hand and her face next to it. "Dude." She repeats, eye fucking your cock over in her hand, her mouth hanging invitingly open. "Dude!" She repeats, giving it a good long stroke with her soft and warm hand that elicits an electrifying chill up your spine. You can feel her hot breath on your member and it tickles as she goes about eyefucking your cock up and down.

"You like it?" You ask. She scoffs.

"Maybe." She says, grinning. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Go ahead." You answer, grinning down at Grace as she fauns over your cock.

"Can I take a selfie with your cock?" Grace asks. You meet her eyes, and she gives you a real nice set of puppy dog eyes, idly stroking you all the while. Well that is definitely a new one on you.