Laundry Day – Part 2

Read Part 1 of the story here.

Kevin still wasn’t home when she got back to the apartment.  The roadwork he mentioned must have been more of an issue than he realized.  So Erica took the laundry to the bedroom, poured it out on the bed, and started folding.

There was something about the feel of warm laundry.  She picked up the tank top she was supposed to be wearing.  Without a moment’s hesitation she took off the robe and slipped on the top.  It encased her in a warm hug that contrasted perfectly to the fresh breeze that now played across her bare lower half.  She continued to fold clothes half-dressed until the tank top just felt like normal clothes.  Then she took it off and folded it.  She now considered her options: she could put on another top, put the robe back on, or stay naked.  Letting another top give her a warm hug was appealing, but they were all cooling and she’d get less out of it than she had the last one.  She also liked the idea of staying naked, but – pun intended – she wanted to tell Kevin what she had done today, and was fairly certain if she were naked when he got home she wouldn’t have time to explain before he kissed it out of her mind.  So she put the robe back on, just enough exposed skin to keep his attention, and to give her the encouragement to tell him.

Not five minutes later she heard the front door open.  Kevin called out, “Come here, babe!  I’ve got a surprise!”

“Me too,” she yelled before she rushed into the dining room far too eagerly.  She found him holding a potted flower and a plastic shopping bag.

“I’m still not good with flower names, but I think you said you liked these,” he said.

She took the plant from him and put it in the middle of the dining room table.  Then she leaned over and pushed it into the beam of sunlight at the far end.  When she turned around, Kevin was directly in front of her.  He put down the bag and grabbed her waist.  “I also want to confess there wasn’t any road work.  I just needed a reason to take a little more time.”

Her words spilled from her dry lips.  “I have a confession too: I wore just this robe while I was doing the laundry.”  She tensed slightly, not sure how he’d respond.

His shoulders dropped a little.  “Another confession: I’ve never really liked this robe, so I bought you another today.”

“Oh, then we should probably get rid of this one,” she said eagerly.  He quickly obliged her and untied it from her waist, and she shrugged it off her shoulders.  It fell until it got stuck between her butt and the table behind her.  She tried to move her hips forward to let it slip to the floor, but found Kevin and his bulging pants in her way.  He noticed the robe still hanging on.

“I’ll take care of that.”  He put his arms around her and gave a long deep kiss as his hands worked their way down to her rear.  He pulled her body into his, letting the robe fall to the dining room floor for the second time that day.  Then in an almost fluid motion he picked her up and flipped her onto the table.  Erica held herself up on her elbows and looked at him wide-eyed.

He shrugged, “I haven’t eaten lunch yet.”

Then he knelt down and began to lick at the hair of her bush.  His tongue tickled the hairs as he saturated them and combed them to the sides of her opening.  He then advanced his tongue into her.  He lapped at her labia.  His hands roved over her stomach and down to her plush hips.  Erica watched all this, propped up on her arms.  He wasn’t good at giving head, or maybe cunnilingus just wasn’t her thing.  He was certainly enjoying himself though.  He’d probably get tired soon then –

A wave of pleasure rushed over her and she involuntarily shuddered.  Her husband noticed and went for that spot again.  Her body spasmed and her arms gave out.  He licked again and her breathing began to falter.  He had found her yes button, her clitoris, and he was not giving it up.  He went mad for it, his tongue striking out and his jaw even trying to get at it.  His aim wasn’t great, so he only got it about half the time, but that was fine because as it was she could barely take it.  Any more would have been way too much.  He kissed her clit, a passionate hungry kiss.  He began to suck and the world went out of focus for her.  Wave after wave of pleasure rushed over her.  She was cast adrift on this sea of delight with his mouth being her only anchor and sail.  She lost all track of time and reality.  There was only pure pleasure.

Then something new.  The building pressure inside her let loose, and she felt herself explode.  She lost all control of her body.  Her arms swung about trying to find some purchase.  Her mouth made sounds without her trying.  She knew this was an orgasm.  Her first one, ever.

As she lay on the table in an exhausted heap, she heard Kevin unzip his pants.  A pause.  His penis entered her suddenly.  It felt huge in her unusually tight pussy.  His full length stretched her, his balls striking against her anus.  He grabbed her hips and braced her as he pounded into her with animalistic fervor.  He came, just as hard.  She felt him throbbing on every part inside her.  Then she drifted off to nonsensical sleep.

She didn’t know how long she’d been out of it when she woke up.  Kevin was in the shower.  The dried sweat on her skin caused it to cling to the table.  She pulled herself up to onto her elbows.  The table had been moved back almost a foot. T he new plant Kevin got her had been knocked over.  A bruise on her hand throbbed to claim that action.  Her old robe was lying on the floor covered in the juices that had poured out of them.  She couldn’t put that on, but Kevin had said something about a new robe.

She pulled it from the bag.  It had a yellow and green floral design.  She put it on and found it was far thinner than the other one, and a bit longer.  It flowed around her on the table.  The material clung to every curve of her skin.  The outline of her nipples was clearly visible through the robe, but also kind of disguised by the pattern.  She looked forward to wearing this on the next laundry day.