Dryer heat

While Alan had been droning on, Chris had managed to sidle up near Jill. He leaned over and whispered, "Laundry room," and gave her a wink.

She looked up at him with a quizzical smile, before she brighten up and nodded. Good, thought Alan. Smart enough to get the hint, and dumb enough to go for it.

Jill in the meantime, had looked around the room. Ahiri seemed to be enthralled with her crush. She really wondered if her friend wasn't setting herself up for a huge disappointment this summer. But right now, Chris looked like he was willing for more fun. She felt refreshed enough from her dip in the lake she didn't need a shower.

She leisurely walked around the crowd, a small personal smile on her lips. The doors to the laundry room were behind everybody else's view besides Alan. The second his attention was diverted towards Chris, she ducked into the door and found herself in the dark room.

Sunlight flowed weakly into the room from small windows in the concrete block walls. Rows of washers and dryers created long shadows and dark spots that kept secrets. She shivered slightly, more from her wet clothes than the dark room. But still...this would be the part when she was attacked.

She grinned when she heard the door click open and Chris squeezed his way in. He grinned back at her. "More sweeping lessons?" She said, a coo in her voice.

"Not at all! You're a quick learner. I am here from observing your discomfort, and wish to help." he said, easing up next to her. They both leaned on the folding table that was in the room.

"What discomfort?"

He put his arm around her. She didn't pull away, but she didn't leap into arms either. "You are cold and wet. Alan is such an ass, not letting you change after jumping into the lake."

"Well, it was my fault, and we were headed to the cabins anyway. This was the last stop." she protested.

"Nonsense," he said, looking deep into her bright eyes. "You're soaked!" His other hand came up and pulled on her shirt, stretching it taunt. Her nipples were still hard as diamonds, as he pulled her closer. She didn't resist. He was warm. "We need to get you dry as quickly as we can!"

She grinned up at him. He was smooth. She decided to play along. "But what can I do? I have no bra on, and cannot undress?" The giggle in her voice let him know she was game.

"Oh, not to worry," he said, his voice getting grander. "I have been up and down the French Coast. The women on those beaches are far less modest. I shall remain a gentleman. "

"I trust that you do good sir," she said, taking on a faux British accent. "I have not had a suitor anon. Mind I do not bare my chest like a waton strumpet for any gentleman caller."

Chris blinked, to himself. He made a mental note that while she may be an easy target, there was more behind her large eyes than he originally thought. "But of course."

She quietly turned away from him, crossing her arms over her abdomen. Taking a step or two, she shimmied the shirt over her body, turning just enough so he'd get the image of her side-boob bouncing back into place. Casually flicking it behind her, onto the table, she then put her hands to her hips. With a slow ease, she carefully pushed her shorts down her hips, bending at the waist as they got lower and lower. She looked behind her as they hit the floor. Chris stood enthralled at her flawless ass, parted by bikini panties. Standing back up, she grinned. She didn't know much about this guy, other than he was fun. Stepping out of them, she gave them a light kick behind her, landing them near her shirt. "Be a dear and dry those, dah-ling."

Chris smiled. Taking the damp clothes, he tossed them in the closest dryer and twisted the knob. The machine roared to life. He turned back to face the nearly naked Jill, her arms crossed in front of her ample bosoms. "I'm afraid there is another problem. "

"What ever is it? Let me know, and I shall move mountains to correct it!"

She took a step forward. "While my clothing is drying, I must confess. I am still cold...and wet." She let her voice drop a half octave on the word "wet."

He stepped up to meet her. Her arms still up, she gently pressed her face against his chest. His arm took her into their fold, hugging her tightly. "Nothing but a trifle, " he said, putting a finger against her chin, until she looked into his eyes. His lips descended onto hers.

Their kisses were soft at first, tentative. Chris, realizing time could be limited, increased pressure until her mouth parted. He pressed his advantage, snaking his tongue against hers, and began their combat. Quick probing, followed by kisses, and occasional sucking of said probes. His arms, tight around her back, began to slip lower, until his hands reached her hips. With a suddenness that made her moan into his mouth, he grabbed a full ass cheek in each hand, kneading them, and pulling her in even tighter against him.

Her pelvis ground against his, pushing her mound onto the growing bulge in his slacks. She had enjoyed the roleplaying, and her strip tease for him. She had felt his hungry eyes on her skin and red panties. They both knew why they were there. She was needing release after their "sweeping lesson." Finally she lifted her arm and put them around his neck. Her hard nipples felt electric, sliding on the softness of his shirt. She was so wet, and him working her butt felt so good. She didn't flinch when his hands slipped under the waistband of her panties.

Chris teased her more, sliding his hands down the outside of her thighs. They **** her panties down with them, then back up in place. He could feel her muffled whines as he rubbed her soft flesh. He loved her **** as he moved back to her ass, to the front, and then to her inner thighs. Always coming close, but avoiding that one spot. Finally, he brought one hand around and cupped the radiant heat between her legs.

She broke away from the kiss and half gasped and sighed as she felt his soft fingers on her pussy. She had to resist grabbing his hand and grinding on him, just to cum as quickly as possible. She spread her legs, allowing him better access. He carefully reached in, allowing her secretions to coat his fingers. Rubbing a few times, he parted her folds, feeling the slippery channel, bumping her clit. She gasped as the jolts of pleasure ran through her body. Quickly releasing her grasp on him, both hands came down and quickly found his hard cock through his pants. It felt huge and wonderful and throbbing. She began to fumble at his pants zipper. However, she lost concentration when Chris pushed two digits into her heated vagina.

She dipped, getting weak kneed, causing Chris to catch her. She looked up at him, face flushed, as he began to move his fingers in and out. He was amazed at her wetness, her fluids coating his fingers. He lowered his face to hers again, kissing her sloppily as she kissed back, panting. Her fingers began to work at his pants again, undoing his belt and zipper. She pushed them to the floor, and shoved his underwear to his knees, letting his cock spring free. Looking down, she saw it, red and angry, throbbing. When she wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, she let out a squeak. Chris' fingers picked up speed. She could hear them squelching as they sawed in and out of her.

Sensing her legs were turning into jelly, Chris manuvered them around until her back was to a chair. He then pressed forward until she sat. His hand never left her pussy, hers never stopped stroking his cock. He pulled back, looking at her gasping face. Her pants and moans were increasing. He knew she was getting close. Pulling her hands away from his member, he put them onto her own heaving breasts. She immediately began to rub and pinch her own nipples. Quickly, he pulled off the last remaining strip of cloth on her body. Then, keeping eye contact, he knelt between her legs, leaned forward, and kissed her at the top of her crevice.

She moaned loudly and grabbed his head, pulling it hard against her aching cunt. She was so close! His tounge licked up and down her labia, he kissed her thighs, and circled her clit only to back again. Her cunt was so hot, and twitching over his intruding fingers. She looked down at the top of his head, trying to steer him where she needed him. But he resisted, playing some damn game that was driving her insane.

"Please," she whispered.

Chris looked up at her pleading face. Interesting, he thought. His face and chin were coated with her juices. Filing the thought away for later, he pressed back into her pussy, lavishing attention to her neglected clit. It only took a few passes of his tongue for her to cum.

The orgasm broke over as her thighs clamped onto Chris's head. He had sunk his fingers into her as deep as he could. Her pussy clenched on them repeatedly as she could only growl and gasp. Her entire body twitched in the chair, spasming as each lesser wave broke over her. Finally she relaxed, her legs spreading, releasing Chris and slumping in her seat.

"F...Fuck," she moaned. Chris rose up to kiss her. She lapped at his face, tasting herself on his lips. She was also aware of his hard dick in contact with her groin. She was tired, but looked at him and nodded.

His cock pressed into her, moving up her slit and down again, searching...

Her labia parted as the head of his cock zeroed in on her entrance. The tip, slick with her leftover cum, began to press into her.

Suddenly, she put a hand on his chest to stop him.

"Did you hear that?" she asked.