My face reddened as I saw what the bagger pulled out of my environmentally friendly reusable grocery bag that I also use for laundry and other things. She pulled out a pair of my underwear and stared at it for a moment. Then, with perfect professionalism, she put them back into the bag and started loading my groceries. I, on the other hand, looked away and couldn't even meet her eyes when I thanked and tipped her. I know,...

My girlfriend is doing laundry.  You might think it's unusual that she's naked.  To be honest, she does many things in the house in the nude, but she's not a nudist.  If the doorbell rings, she will answer it without a hint that anything's unusual.  You should see the look from some of the people who've come to the door, the most fun is on a Saturday when some religious group comes by!  But the reason she's nude is simply...

Once Steve left the kitchen to start his second load of laundry, I finished opening the wine bottle and poured out a glass for each of us. Torpe that I am, I was afraid that I would spill something if I tried to take everything into the living room altogether, so I started with the wine and placed the glasses at the near end of the coffee table in front of the sofa. While walking back into the kitchen, I listened for Stev...

I was bent over, my forearms on the kitchen counter, hands grabbing at the edge for support, trying not to knock over the cups and beer cans. My yellow dress was lifted to my waist, my ass up high, my polka-dot panties around my ankles, my feet up on its tippy-toes to match the height of the man behind me, thrusting his cock into me, like he was trying to hit the ceiling. My hair was flying with each thrust and I let out...

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. - 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 b...

Laundry Room Confessions I can't keep this a secret for one minute longer! If I don't spill my guts and confess my saucy secret, I'll burst for sure. Thank Heavens you are here for me to share my story with!.... It was last fortnight when I was unceremoniously "dumped" by my so-called man of two years. Initially it would be fair to say I was rather upset, after all, nobody likes to be told " Hey, I don't want to be with y...

The key clinked into the lock, and I was already tired before it even finished turning. I opened the door to my apartment and lugged my workout bag with me. I ached everywhere and I needed a shower, and I was pretty sure I had the start of a black eye, which wasn’t anything particularly new. There was a commotion of noise and chaos storming from one of the back rooms, but for the moment the living room was blessedly empty...