The Washer

After a quick shower, I returned to find my unclothed roommate reclining on her bed with her legs bent upward to hold a textbook. I grabbed one of my textbooks and took up a similar posture on my own bed. Before tonight, I'd never considered studying in the buff, yet here we were doing just that like it was entirely normal. As I read through the chapter, the boring subject matter steadily sapped me, and before long I was beginning to nod off.

Sensing a slight chill, I awoke to find I'd slept through the night completely naked. At some point, my roommate or I had pulled part of the top blanket over me, but as I rolled, my upper half spilled out from under the warmth of the cover. Looking over, I saw my roommate sleeping soundly in her bed. From her exposed shoulders and back, I assumed she was probably nude as well. On the nightstand, I noticed the clock advance from 4:28am to 4:29am, but try as I might, I could not **** myself back to sleep.

Staring at the ceiling, I ran through options to occupy myself before my 8am class. Dressing, breakfast and the walk across campus would take about 30 minutes, which left me nearly 3 hours of idle time. What could I do? My homework was completed, and reading further ahead seemed like unnecessary ****. Looking around, I spied my pile of new clothes and remembered the forecasted heat wave. I realized that I had time for doing laundry which would allow me to wear a new, cooler outfit.

While pouring the hamper contents into a basket, a noticeable musky odor arose from the garments I'd worn two days prior. The new items went into the basket next, and I started heading to the door with the filled basket. Reaching for the knob, I suddenly realized I wasn't dressed. Oops! Quickly, I put on my robe and headed out.

Normally, I did laundry in the evening, but I was sure I could find an open washer and dryer at this early hour. After the short elevator ride down to the next floor, I headed into the dorm laundry room. Unfortunately, every machine was occupied with loads started last night, and the owners would likely return sometime this morning to retrieve them. I grabbed a few of the net bags hanging on the wall and emptied an adjacent set of wash machines in the back of the room for my use - one for whites, one for darks, one for colors. Soon all three machines began their rhythmic humming with my sorted garments inside.

Leaning against the nearest machine, my robe fell open slightly, and I began pushing my pelvis against the edge of it. The normal vibration that accompanied the cleaning cycle combined with a thumping motion caused by a slightly unbalanced load, and the feeling was tantalizing. Impulsively, I dropped into a squatting position with my pussy pressed against the curved corner of the washer, and I began raising and lowering myself, slightly thrusting my hips to match the rhythm. As the wash cycle progressed, my motion quickened. Within a few minutes I noticed considerable dampness between my legs, and I could see a glistening residue of my wetness forming along the rounded metal panel. Soon the warmth of the robe became unbearable, and I let it slip from off my shoulders and arms into a pile behind me. All the while, the speed of the machine kept accelerating, and I furiously tried to match the pace.

Without warning, the machine switched to its fastest spin cycle, and the accompanying vibration sent shock waves through my clitoris. Embracing the wild sensation, I pressed myself tightly against the machine, trying to soak in every pulsation. As the speed increased, so did the sound from the motor, like a jet engine readying for take-off. The pleasure was almost unbearable, but I squeezed myself even closer. Leaning forward, I hugged the machine as closely as possible, burying the edge between my cleavage and forcing my breasts firmly against the adjacent sides of the washer. Within moments, I hit my peak, and a powerful surge coursed through my body. With waves of pleasure rippling through me, I collapsed to the floor. After what felt like several minutes, the euphoria finally waned. Finally, I turned to look toward the door, and I realized I was not alone.