Closetlee
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My quick tale: Best Orgasm EVER!
So I was hanging out with a friend doin laundry at her place. Loaded what I
could into two washers before walking up five flights, set the timers, added
money then headed on up to her apt. Shot the shit for a while then she broke
out her new bong. We each took one big hit and we were gone! This shit was
top notch. We were really starting to zone out, we both got comfortable,
tanks and shorts (it was in august) when I remembered that I had to walk
down five flights of stairs to transfer my wash to a dryer, and now i had to
do this blasted. Made it down there alright then headed towards the laundry
room. Now let me explain what this looks like, it really is your typical
creepy basement that you see in movies. Has that dank odor, lights were
flickering, all white stone cement, you can hear a steady dripping noise in
the distance. So as high as I was I started to create this insane tickling
scenario in my head. My friend had laundry in the dryers so i volunteered to
fold her stuff and bring it up after making my switch since i had to go down
anyway. Washers still had more time then I thought on them I think maybe
10-15min but the dry clothes were done. So as I started to take out her
laundry piece by piece and start folding what I had thought of in my head,
started happening in front of me! This really tall, slightly built but not
overly so, columbian/white guy comes in with a load of wash to but I had
monopolized all the machines. Starts off innocently enough we exchange
hellos and what not and that i'm sorry but I was going to be a while before
he could use the washers. I start to go back to folding my laundry when he
moves closer to me to the point where he is intimately close and says 'you
wouldn't happen to be ticklish would you?' ::look of shock:: from me 'i'll
take that as a yes' . . . . 'tell you what if you can last ::runs fingers
over my shoulder down my arm sending chills all over me:: . . . he notices
my shudder and has this shit eating grin splash across his face then
continues . . . if you can last through the remainder of you're washing
cycle. I'll leave, if you can't I get to do my laundry instead. "what makes
you think that I'm just going to let this happen?' 'what makes you think
that you you have to let me?' I try to leave he steps in my way, I try to go
the other way he slides again in my way. He leans against one of the
washers, blocking the exit. ''Now we can do this the easy way or we can do
this fun way'' finding some courage I manage to say 'neither way' With that
he stands up and just starts walking toward me the whole time having this
evil look but smiling. I instinctively start backing up and this is a small
laundry room so there really isn't much space to begin with. With in a
second he was on top of me finding every ticklish spot that I couldn't guard
quick enough. He went for the top of my knees, my sides, my underarms,
everywhere. It was pretty much me blocking him for the first couple of
minutes until he just said 'ok enough of that' grabbed one of my arms and
spun me into him so he held me against his body and just started to tickle
my sides (this is my worst spot). I started to fall to the ground and he
followed right along with me. Remember I'm in a tank and shorts so he had
plenty of spots to go for. Now remember this is all happening in my head. So
in reality I was standing in front of a dryer with something I should of
been folding in my hands eyes are closed and my body is convulsing. I felt
myself slowly falling to the ground in real time as I did in my fantasy.
Heart was racing I couldn't think he was merciless and I couldn't stop him.
I reached orgasm once . . . felt my body go limp he didn't stop though he
said good now you won't fight back as much and kept going. I couldn't take
anymore I fell in real time to the floor on my knees and had a second orgasm as the washer buzzer went off to say that it was done. I was so weak, I had no idea how long I was down there or what I was going to say to my friend as to why I did take so long. I do know that her laundry room and I will forever have that memory. 🙂
::just reliving it has my heart racing::
I've never really experience a tickle-gasm but I hope it lives up to this 😛
Closet Lee
So I was hanging out with a friend doin laundry at her place. Loaded what I
could into two washers before walking up five flights, set the timers, added
money then headed on up to her apt. Shot the shit for a while then she broke
out her new bong. We each took one big hit and we were gone! This shit was
top notch. We were really starting to zone out, we both got comfortable,
tanks and shorts (it was in august) when I remembered that I had to walk
down five flights of stairs to transfer my wash to a dryer, and now i had to
do this blasted. Made it down there alright then headed towards the laundry
room. Now let me explain what this looks like, it really is your typical
creepy basement that you see in movies. Has that dank odor, lights were
flickering, all white stone cement, you can hear a steady dripping noise in
the distance. So as high as I was I started to create this insane tickling
scenario in my head. My friend had laundry in the dryers so i volunteered to
fold her stuff and bring it up after making my switch since i had to go down
anyway. Washers still had more time then I thought on them I think maybe
10-15min but the dry clothes were done. So as I started to take out her
laundry piece by piece and start folding what I had thought of in my head,
started happening in front of me! This really tall, slightly built but not
overly so, columbian/white guy comes in with a load of wash to but I had
monopolized all the machines. Starts off innocently enough we exchange
hellos and what not and that i'm sorry but I was going to be a while before
he could use the washers. I start to go back to folding my laundry when he
moves closer to me to the point where he is intimately close and says 'you
wouldn't happen to be ticklish would you?' ::look of shock:: from me 'i'll
take that as a yes' . . . . 'tell you what if you can last ::runs fingers
over my shoulder down my arm sending chills all over me:: . . . he notices
my shudder and has this shit eating grin splash across his face then
continues . . . if you can last through the remainder of you're washing
cycle. I'll leave, if you can't I get to do my laundry instead. "what makes
you think that I'm just going to let this happen?' 'what makes you think
that you you have to let me?' I try to leave he steps in my way, I try to go
the other way he slides again in my way. He leans against one of the
washers, blocking the exit. ''Now we can do this the easy way or we can do
this fun way'' finding some courage I manage to say 'neither way' With that
he stands up and just starts walking toward me the whole time having this
evil look but smiling. I instinctively start backing up and this is a small
laundry room so there really isn't much space to begin with. With in a
second he was on top of me finding every ticklish spot that I couldn't guard
quick enough. He went for the top of my knees, my sides, my underarms,
everywhere. It was pretty much me blocking him for the first couple of
minutes until he just said 'ok enough of that' grabbed one of my arms and
spun me into him so he held me against his body and just started to tickle
my sides (this is my worst spot). I started to fall to the ground and he
followed right along with me. Remember I'm in a tank and shorts so he had
plenty of spots to go for. Now remember this is all happening in my head. So
in reality I was standing in front of a dryer with something I should of
been folding in my hands eyes are closed and my body is convulsing. I felt
myself slowly falling to the ground in real time as I did in my fantasy.
Heart was racing I couldn't think he was merciless and I couldn't stop him.
I reached orgasm once . . . felt my body go limp he didn't stop though he
said good now you won't fight back as much and kept going. I couldn't take
anymore I fell in real time to the floor on my knees and had a second orgasm as the washer buzzer went off to say that it was done. I was so weak, I had no idea how long I was down there or what I was going to say to my friend as to why I did take so long. I do know that her laundry room and I will forever have that memory. 🙂
::just reliving it has my heart racing::
I've never really experience a tickle-gasm but I hope it lives up to this 😛
Closet Lee
