I was doing laundry late at night, watching TV between loads. The TV room was set up like a movie theater, with rows of big, tall armchairs.
A girl i didn't know but had exchanged flirty glances with was milling around too, doing laundry and making phone calls (in the 80s we had a bank of phone booths). We kept making eye contact as we came and went, but didn't even say hello. The sexual tension was heavy. She wore pajama bottoms and a couple of layered tank tops, her nipples showing through, her gait was slinky, and I could smell her pussy. She kept shooting me flirty glances and half smiles.
Finally she sat down next to me. Few words were exchanged, a snarky comment or two about the TV show or something. The sexual tension was incredible. We sat like this awhile. She leaned into me a little. Then started stroking my leg with her foot. So i put my arm around her. She snuggled in. This was awkward because of the armchair. So she moved over into my lap.
After a few minutes, she rolled her head around to kiss me, and damn, she had the nicest lips and was the best kisser ever. This got really hot and heavy. By now I had a raging boner. She just ground her ass right into it. So I stroked the inside of her thighs and started rubbing her pussy, through her thin pajama bottoms. It was wet, and she started moaning quietly but deeply as we continued kissing. After a minute or two of this, she stuck her tongue in my ear, and whispered, "Let's go to my room... and fuck!"
I held her closely around her waist as I followed behind, so no one could see my dick standing straight out.
We got to her room, tore our clothes off, and I flopped down onto the bed on top of her, and just stuck it right in. She moaned and thrusted back. It was amazing. Her body felt fantastic - tall and lean, beautiful legs, toned thighs, flat stomach, small perky breasts, and a tight but soft pussy, like a wet velvet vice. She met each trust with one of her own. All that, and the sensation of her fantastic lips kissing me, was too much, and I came after a few strokes.
But I just kept going, never losing my erection. This lasted a couple of minutes, before I came again. This set her off. She pulled me into her as I came, then came herself, moaning loudly. She wrapped her lower legs around mine and pressed her hips against me as her body shuddered. I felt her pussy throb. I had never felt that before. As she stopped moving, I rolled off her to catch my breath.
There was some pillow talk. She spooned into me. I was still semi-hard. She felt that and ground her ass into me. I was rock hard again in seconds. I rolled over on top of her and stuck it in from behind. She moaned, and met my thrusts. i pressed her down, and stroked and stroked. With two pops already, I could control myself and just keep fucking. i kept going, and she came three more times, right in a row. She buried her face in the pillow to muffle the screams.
Someone pounded on the door: "Is that your laundry you left out here?"
"Fuck off!" She yelled back.
We had sleepovers every night for about two weeks, and fooled around in the afternoons. But the sex cooled off then fizzled out, and that was that. We hardly talked, ever.
I remember only her first name and how she looked, felt, and smelled, and that we liked the same music. One time a buddy commented that she wasn't the prettiest girl, but was kinda hot in a weird way, and totally doable. I thought, "Dude, you have no idea."
