My name is Mel. I made the decision to experiment and become as promiscuous as I could when I left my religious home for University across the country. This a story about my first orgasm in the laundry room.

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It was dark and late after midnight, but I couldn't be sure. I was still settling into the uni lifestyle and was yet to get round to buying a clock for my room, and my phone was still in my rucksack, dead. So what better time to do my laundry than now?

I gathered up my ever increasing pile of washing and put it into my washing basket that my parents had given me before I left home. On top of my dirty clothes, I placed some of the items which I had bought from a local sex shop earlier that week.

I locked the door to my room, left my flat and headed towards the basement. The basement housed a series of washing machines and tumble driers to accommodate the plethora of untidy students situated above.

It was a Friday night, and I passed several flats on my way down stairs that sounded like they were having parties. This was good. The halls were filled with music and the aroma of alcohol, everyone was busy having a good time and no one was thinking about doing their laundry.

A million thoughts ran through my virgin mind as to what I could do with the objects atop my clothes. I wanted to prepare for my sexual debut, I wanted to know what to expect. Guilt had always pushed me away from trying to explore my sexuality but, now away from home and those constraints, nothing was going to stop me going all the way.

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I saw no light switch so I just headed for a set of machines in the corner. I bundled all my clothes into a few different machines, wondering how I had managed to take so much with me in just my car. I took off my dress and threw it into the final washing machine leaving me in just my white flowery panties the darkness of the basement. I didn’t own any bras as my breasts were young, perky and just big enough to fill one of my hands.

I stood in silence listening to the drone of the washing machines that I had running. I stood and I waited, staring into what sat in the basket. My purchases. My concentration was broken by the washing machine beginning a fast spin cycle. It rocked loudly from side to side as it vibrated.

‘Vibrations! To hell with the toys, I've got all I need right here!’

I pressed my buttocks against the front of the machine, raised my arms slightly and pressed my palms against the top of the washing machine. I slowly lifted myself until I could slide my butt atop the shuddering washing machine. I spread my arms to the edges of the machine to get my balance as the rocking swayed my body in all directions. I closed my eyes and crossed my legs, pressing my untouched lips against the hard surface of the washing machine.

‘WOW!’

An instant wave of pleasure shot through me, from my crotch outwards reaching my toes, fingers, breasts and head all at the same time. The shockwave almost caused me to lose my grip on the machine and loosen my legs, but I persisted. I was going to see this through.

I twisted my body so as to push my moistening lips against the hard flat surface. I pushed myself closer to the edge of the machine in order to give myself a corner to grind against. The change in surface was immediately beneficial. I crossed my legs tighter and gripped down harder. My panties were soaking, causing droplets of my own juices to run down my legs and drip from the tips of my toes onto the floor.

I felt something building inside me, something I’d never felt before, something brand new.

‘What was it? Should I stop? NO!’

The washing machine slowed down.

I was so disappointed. I wanted to feel it. Feel what had been denied to me my whole teenage life. I loosened my legs slightly allowing the chilly basement air into my crotch, the sodden panties making it feel even colder. It sent a shiver up my spine.

I let out a sigh of failure and hung my head listening to the dying hum of the washing machine. It began to get louder again. It began to violently rock back and forth so I clamped myself down as tightly as I could, pressing my crotch right on the edge and I rode that machine like it was the end of my life.

‘It was building up inside me again. It was coming. I was cumming.’

I bit down on my bottom lip trying to suppress myself. But my legs got tighter and the plastic of the machine creaked underneath my hands. I was overcome with so many different feelings. Everything washed over me leaving only pleasure. My first orgasm escaped from my eighteen year old lips. My moans turned into screams until I had not a breath left in my body. I screamed no sounds but continued to come. My white flowery panties must have become transparent with my juices flowing down my legs.

The machine began to slow again, I was so grateful. I didn't think that I could take any more pleasure. A buzzer went when it finally stopped shaking, almost as a signal telling me when it was safe to get off. I placed my feet into the puddle that I had caused. My legs turned to jelly, my body still shaking, shivering. I collapsed onto the freezing concrete floor in a puddle of my own pleasure. I was gasping for breath until all of the buzzers from my chosen washing machines had gone off.

I tried to bring myself to my feet, like a new born deer. The lights flickered on from a switch that I must have missed on my way in.

A female voice echoed from the corridor, “Fuck me, Love. That sounded good.” I panicked but it was too late, she was in the room and staring right at me, “So, was it?”

I nodded shyly, “It… It was my first.”

“Ever?” The strange woman exclaimed.

I nodded again.

“Wow! Well, you have been missing out, my friend, but you’re in for a treat if you cum like that every time.”

Her words immediately relaxed the situation which made me smile.

“You’re braver than I am. I've thought about riding these machines once a week for the last three years, but never had the balls to follow it through.”

I shrugged my shoulders and laughed.

“Well better get dressed. You are looking awfully cold, Hun.” She gestured to my small pink nipples which were like solid little bullets poking out from my chest.

‘Shit!’

For a second I had forgotten that I was still naked.

“Erm… I didn’t take any spare clothes with me.” I admitted.

“Not think it all the way through?” she replied.

I shook my head.

She removed her dressing gown and handed it to me, “I've got theses pyjamas on. Please take this, until your clothes are dry at least.”

I sat and spoke with her, Lucy was her name. She was actually on the same floor as me. I told her about myself, and she told me about her. We really bonded and became friends. When my clothes were dry, I threw them back into my washing basket on top of my sex toys that I didn't even need in the end.

I handed Lucy back her robe and got dressed. She hugged me and told me that we should party together sometime and that she’d be in touch if she needed any tips for some alone time.

I ran back upstairs to my room, threw down my laundry and jumped onto my bed. I smiled thinking about how I was starting to become my own woman.

Mel