PWP warning

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ranger stood in the doorway of her laundry room, watching.  Steph hadn’t noticed him, since her back was to the door and she was folding her clothes on the big table in the middle of the room, so he took the time to drink in the sight before him. She was barefoot; wearing a tight, short t-shirt, short cut-offs and her hair was a mass of curls at the top of her head.  His eyes skimmed her backside from top to bottom, taking in the curve of her hips and ass, to the long line of her gorgeous legs.

 

She moved from around the table over to the washing machine, where she put in another load, carefully placing the quarters in the slide, and then pushing it back with the heel of her hand.  The sound of rushing water filled the room.  Finally turning, she jumped when she saw the figure in the doorway, and it took her a second to realize it was Ranger.

 

“Ranger! You scared me to death.  Don’t do that,” she scolded for the hundredth time.

 

Ranger just chuckled and moved into the room. It was mid-July and very hot. 

“Babe, it’s really hot down here. Why don’t you take your stuff upstairs?”

 

Stephanie moved over to the dryers and plugged in a few quarters and pushed the red button to start them tumbling. “Sometimes Mrs. Klansky steals my underwear.  It’s easier just to stay down here and watch it, than having to do my laundry on days she’s at the senior center. Doesn’t always mesh with my schedule.”

 

The room really started to heat up when Ranger thought of Steph’s underwear.  Closing and locking the door behind him, Ranger suddenly had an idea he wanted to try out.

 

Steph’s eyes widened as Ranger advanced on her and pinned her back to the dryers.   “You know what they say about hot, steamy laundry rooms and washing machines, don’t you?”

 

Her lips parted and her breathing picked up as she shook her head, afraid to speak.

 

“Well,” he said and flashed his wolfiest grin at her, “let me show you.”  He brought his lips down on hers in a crushing blow.  Ordinarily he’d take his time, but between the heat, Steph and knowing her underwear were close by, he wanted this fast.

 

Once over the shock of Ranger’s assault, Steph started to respond to his kiss.  His tongue had gained entrance right away and now she met it stroke for stroke. This was a wet, hot passionate kiss that almost drove her over the edge.  Her hands went to his back and pulled the shirt out of his pants. She needed to touch his skin—tasting him suddenly wasn’t enough.

 

Ranger’s hands moved to her lower back and started to stroke under her shirt.  When they hit mid-back, he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.  His lower abdomen tightened.

 

Exploring downward, his hands went to grab and squeeze her ass. Once finished with that, he placed them under her butt, at the top of her thighs, and lifted.  Her legs immediately went up and around his waist. 

 

With her clinging to him, being sure not to break the hot kiss, he walked over and set her on top of the washing machine she had just filled. 

 

Reluctantly pulling back, he looked into her eyes for a brief second and then slipped her shirt over her head.  Feeling a bit frantic, he worked the button and zipper of her cutoffs to find she wasn’t wearing underwear either. He groaned out loud. In the meantime, she started on his pants, slowly lowering the zipper over the obvious bulge in his pants.  Soon she was sitting there completely naked, lips bruised and parted, panting and waiting. He quickly removed his clothes, throwing them god knows where. He’d worry about that later.

 

Wasting no time, he lowered his head to her nipple and started to nip and lick, while his hands slid between her legs. She moaned when he reached the hot nub between her legs and started to stroke.  Steph leaned back and thrust her hips forward to give him better access.

 

Just then the washer went into the spin cycle and started to vibrate. Stephanie thought she was going to lose her mind.  The heat between her legs started to spread outward to meet up with the tingling that started in her toes.

 

“Oh, god…Ranger.”  The vibration coming from the washer, combined with Ranger entering her with two fingers, just about did her in.

 

“No, no…Ranger…inside…now!”

 

“Happy to oblige, Babe.”

 

He scooted her to the front edge of the washer as she braced herself on her elbows.  In one quick aggressive thrust, he entered her hot center and started to pump.  He could feel the vibration echoing through her.  He wasn’t going to last long.  Looking down at the flush in her face and neck, he suspected she wasn’t going to either.  Slamming into her one last time, he let go and felt her release as well.  Both of their orgasms stretched on for long seconds as the washing machine continued to stimulate from underneath.

 

Finally, the washer hitched and the sound of the barrel winding down was the only noise in the room. Neither of them moved, but just continued to drown in each others eyes, still joined.

 

A sharp knock at the door made them both jump.

 

“Hey, Steph?  It’s Dillon.  You in there?  Mrs. Klansky says you have her underwear.”