Sunday:

The sun was already high in the sky when Giselle’s eyes reluctantly opened. She’d had a wonderful erotic dream: Andrea had met her in the garage at work and whisked her away to a strip club where she danced with gangs of rich guys. Then she had been ravished by Milos and security chief Connor on the stage in the front window of the tailor shop, each taking turns at her naked body. Erotic dreams are lovely to wake up from, they put you in a mood for adventure.

She stepped over the tee shirt she'd worn home from the club and stumbled numbly to the kitchen to browse for breakfast. After finding bagels and cream cheese and some fresh peaches she sat down on the couch with her laptop. The only new e-mail was from Denise who had some startling news:

Hi boss. You know how the Shady Shanty is in one of those districts where certain promiscuous behavior is permissible, even legal? It would seem that the neighborhood that your condo sits in has a similar ordinance. Your condo building and the one opposite are in a district with a nearby mall, where the historic Tender Peach Bawdy House was located; so feel free to be yourself, boss.

If she was serious, it meant she no longer needed to wear clothes anywhere in her building! That was certainly liberating and would reduce wear on her much-depleted wardrobe.  With that thought in mind, she started filling a basket with her work clothes. If she was going to have anything to wear to work, she needed to do something.

She went to her closet for the small suitcase of her club outfits from college. After she'd added more short skirts and a few brief tops to the basket of clothes, she hefted her small burden with her purse and phone on top and walked out her apartment door.

Another door opened right after Giselle had closed hers; her young neighbor peered out into the hall and watched the naked girl next door get on the elevator. A shared piece of ventilation duct work was a conduit for voices and other sounds from her apartment to his.  He had timed her entry into the hall almost perfectly.

Giselle set about doing the small bit of laundry. The noise in the room from the machines was overbearing, the hot dryers tumbling, the washers churning and spinning. Despite her nudity, she was very warm in the closed-in room. For the next few minutes, Giselle was bent over her basket, then she got up and filled the machine with her scanty garments.

She never heard the laundry room door open, nor did she see the young man who crept in and hid in the next row of machines. Through a space between the machines her young neighbor watched. It was amazing how she loved to go naked in the building. It was terrifying and exciting to watch her this close. What if she discovered him?

After getting both loads into the machines and setting the program board, her phone chirped and she reached for it. She had a new e-mail, again from Denise: it was just a link to a video. Giselle leaned back against the first machine and brought up the video. Her eyes shot open when it started to play: it showed her in the mail room bending over in the short skirt, her pussy bare and facing upward at the camera, right at the moment where Tom had hit the button on the vibe buried in her cooch.

She sat her phone down and hopped up on the machine, then picked it back up to continue watching the video. The giant porcelain monster growled to life and started churning, vibrating the panel that Giselle’s pert bottom was perched on.

When she jumped up on the washer, the college student’s heart stopped; had she seen him? Then he caught a look at her phone, where a porno video was playing:  a beautiful woman was bent over writhing with an orgasm, her sweet pussy and thigh gap in full view. He instinctively started to drift up to get a better look when she picked up the phone; just as quickly he dropped back into the shadows.

The noise of the machine covered the sound of his pants coming open, he hoped. This was crazy. He hadn't thought it possible when he blundered onto the sexy scene yesterday at the tailor’s shop. He had recognized her immediately as the neighbor he’d seen in the hallway. He pulled his cock from his pants and started to stroke it.

Her porno was affecting her oversexed body and like always lately, her hand drifted into her naked crotch. Her bottom reflexively pushed against the cool laundry machine, and she stroked her soft fingers downward along her sweet pussy. She was very sensitive from the last few days, and tiny jolts of erotic pleasure surged outward from her cooch.

The sensations coming from her honey hole were flowing through her, igniting her passion. With the phone in one hand and the other in her throbbing hot pocket, she slowly slid one finger between her luscious labia. Her scent rose to her, and she kicked her feet further apart pressing her ass into the vibrating laundry machines.

She sat with her body toward him, her knees drawn up touching each other and her feet splayed to the sides. Her pussy was right in the middle of his view, so Peter could see her hand dip into her center when she touched herself. She held the phone tightly while she stroked her sweet wet hot box.

Giselle spied the top of a head on the other side of her machine. She pretended not to notice and shut off her phone, then set it down. The head moved and she caught a brief look at a young man's face. It was the bike rider from the tailor shop the day before. She laughed quietly and drove her fingers deep into her wet-ass pussy.

He was transfixed to the spot, frozen in place, he couldn't take his eyes away from the sexy scene she was making for him. He put his finger to his lips; she nodded and smiled, then he got up and walked around to where she was lying on the machines.  His shorts were open; his big pecker hung out large, red and one-eyed.

“You were in the tailor shop, we had sex together! Did you follow me home yesterday?” she asked, recognizing him but not caring, mindful only of her fingers buried in her snatch. She brought one up to her mouth and licked it, then waved him over.

“I've seen you in the hallway, I'm Peter Longwood, we’re neighbors,” he said, looking at her. She had displayed herself across the top of the washer, her naked body glistening with sweat from her aroused state and the heat of the room. Slowly he started to stroke his cock as he let his hand rest on her thigh. "I was riding my bike around the mall and saw the crowd at the tailor shop. When I went over to see what was happening, there you were in the window; you looked right at me."

The warmth of his hand on her bare skin excited her and she let him push her legs open. With his hand stroking his cock he bent over her and put his mouth on her nipples. She bit her tongue as tiny sparkles of sensual delight bloomed outward from her breasts. Giselle pumped her pussy slowly, then with renewed vigor. Her head dropped back and her chest heaved; her orgasm would wait no longer, it was coming.

His mouth was sucking at her perky breasts, gently biting, then tonguing around her excited nipples. Then he felt her tense and looked up at her; her eyes were closed like she was dreaming, her face flushed and hot. Her breath was ragged and labored and then she jerked upward quickly and grabbed his shoulder. He could almost feel her orgasm as it coursed up from her groin. Then she was shouting at him.

"Oh, my God. Oh, yes. Oh, my pussy." Giselle started to hump the machine she sat on, with just one thing on her mind: oh fuck, oh fuck me now.

“Are you serious?” he asked, taking his mouth away from her beautiful boobs.

“Did I say that out loud?”

He looked up from where he was administering to her nipple. "Yes.”

Well, here we go again, Giselle mused. Their eyes met and she said, “Then, of course, I’m serious.” Being a gentleman, he stood up and helped her bring her leg over his head, then slide to the edge of the washing machine. It was starting the spin cycle and Giselle's hips were shaking in time with the rhythm.

Peter was over the Moon; for the second day in a row, he was in between the legs of this flawlessly beautiful woman! The hottest piece of ass in Atlanta lay back on her elbows looking up at him with lust, her excellent body eagerly ready to fuck again. This was the best weekend of his life! So far.

A very focused and very nice big penis filled her hot slippery slit. Giselle was rocking with sensual delight, micro thunderstorms of erotic lightning pulsed through her honey pot.  “Yes. Oh, yes.” It was building up inside her. Bolts of pure pleasure coursed upward, and ignited other pathways to her sexy centrality.

It was almost too incredible; he looked down at her spread open, her hips thrown back on the vibrating laundry machines. How the fuck had this happened? He was plunging harder into her sweet hot honey pot; his alluring neighbor was writhing in his passionate embrace, and somehow everything was cool. He wondered what to call her. Dirty slut? Then he wondered if Dirty Slut would like his girlfriend.

Giselle's orgasm was starting to build up. Her lover's shaft was sliding along creating a wave of passion, igniting deeper fires in her loins. Oh, God, here we go again. Oh, baby.

Her body was tensing beneath him; he could feel her coiling up from her love nest, drawing at him, pulling him deeper into her cock socket. Down in his crotch, his balls were welling up, filling, and getting ready to unload. He picked up his pace on her, driving harder and faster. He felt her thighs grab at his hips; her feet locked behind his knees.

"Why me?" Pete asked the sexy siren.

"You followed me. You watched me, that's a big turn-on for me." Giselle's voice quavered, her words came in gasps. "Don't talk, just concentrate on my pussy. Oh, speaking of. Oh, Jesus! Mmm, Mother of, oh. Oh, my pussy! Oh, yes! Yes!"

The machines throbbed beneath her; a young college student was fucking her naked body in the laundry room. She was crazy horny, oh fuck, he's good, she thought. Hmm. Yes. He definitely knew how to pleasure a woman. "Oh. God!" Another orgasm was building up and then it pulsed through her. "Yes, oh yes. Oh yes. Oh, my pussy! Oh yes. Oh, Tom yes."

Longwood drove his lumber hard into her love nest; she gripped his shoulders with viselike fingers, her nails bit at his skin. He picked up his pace, pumping her pussy, getting up on his toes to push further into her dripping hot pocket. She started to shake under his sexual onslaught. "My name is Peter, not Tom."

"Sorry, think of it this way. You're the one with your cock buried in my snatch, not Tom." And doing amazing things with it, Giselle thought. "I promise I'll remember next time."

Next time? In response, Peter doubled his effort and returned his attention to her excellent breasts. "I get a next time? Did you say that?"

"Oh, yes you do. Yes, you do."

With another pleasure center triggered, her body reacted, and she bucked against the washer, pushing her pussy further onto his cock. How big was he? she thought. His python pulsed inside her; his mouth was doing wonderful things to her nipples. God, he was good. Oh, and another orgasm was starting to build; her cock socket clenched at his hot pecker.

The gorgeous brunette under him had him locked up in her love glove. His orgasm was only a few moments away, but he wanted her to go again. Slowly he slid his cock back until he was just teasing her labia; his penis was sticky with her pussy juices. He plunged back in, holding back on his pleasure as he pushed her to another climax.

Giselle was in ecstasy, Peter's hot big boy pounded at her pussy. She held onto his shoulders, every little push of his cock seemed to ignite another flame inside her. The flames coalesced into a roaring blaze, filling her up with heat and erotic pleasure. He was pushing all her buttons at once and she wasn't going to make it another minute before her head exploded. It could not have been more perfect even if Tom was watching. Then again suddenly, "Oh my God. Oh. Here it comes, oh yes. Oh, yes. Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Yes, yes, oh yes. Oh! Oh! Thank you." 

Peter's cock was surging and he hadn't worn a condom, so he quickly pulled out of her pussy; it was hot and sticky on her thigh. Next time, he thought.

"Uhn, mm, wait. Here." Giselle reached down and grabbed him, her hand pumped his shaft. He'd been thoughtful and had pulled out, she ought to at least finish him off. His cock was really large for a slim guy, and Giselle wondered where he tucked it when he rode his bike.

A few quick strokes and he was done; his body stiffened and he pushed his hips and cock forward. "Oh, yeah. Damn. Oh, man. Oh yeah. Yep. That's it. Oh!" he shouted as gouts of sperm splashed all over her lower belly. "Oh, thank you. You're amazing. I don't even know what your name is."

"It's Giselle, but you can call me Dirty Slut."