Jill's first week of summer break had been a good one. She hiked a coastal trail in British Columbia with a boy she'd met the previous summer. They made love on abandoned beaches, fucked bent over smooth driftwood, and had a quickie on a cliff-top overlooking the sea. Floyd took pictures of her slender, naked body draped over boulders with foamy waves around her. They smoked up around a campfire with friends and then skinny-dipped in a natural pool fed by a waterfall. But, as will happen on a long hike, they eventually became so grimy and smelly that by the last night they could barely stand to peck a quick goodnight kiss before moving their noses as far from each other as the tent would allow.
"Socks!" Floyd yelled.
"Uh, what?" Jill said.
"Your socks. Get them out of the tent!"
Jill sniffed. "Phew, sorry."
It had been a passionate week: their days hot and their nights primal. They got dirty and then spent the cool nights grunting an sweating. Now, though, what really turned them both on was the thought of a hot, long shower and it was almost here. It was a good week, but Both Jill and Floyd were ready to bathe sleep in a clean bed.
They walked, still booted and lugging their big backpacks, into the cool air of a hotel lobby on the outskirts of town. Paperwork: credit, nono-smoking, just us, no thank you. When they walked into the room, Floyd dropped his pack and laid back on the bed in his clothes. Jill stripped. She didn't dance or sway. She peeled layers off fast, holding her breath and throwing each piece into a pile in the corner. She was desperate to wash her hair and to see if this was really a tan or just a layer of dirt.
Floyd watched her, on his back with his hands behind his head. "Damn, I smell like a man," he joked in a silly, deep "man" voice.
"You smell like a muskrat," Jill said, walking into the bathroom. A few minutes later, when she came out of the shower, she saw Floyd asleep on the bed. "Stinky," she called. When he didn't move she tried harder: "Hey stinky wake up!"
Floyd looked up at her groggily, contemplating going back to sleep for the night early in the afternoon. "What happened to your tan?" he asked.
"It washed off. Shower. Hungry." Jill brushed her hair wearing a towel, hoping he would move so that she could eat soon.
While Floyd showered, Jill went over to her bag. She had packed following Floyd's advice. There was one thing that she had thought superfluous, but at this moment made perfect sense. She found the zip-lock bag with a clean, light sundress in it and put it on. It was her one piece of clean clothing.
When Floyd came back from the shower and saw her, he covered his eyes and screamed: "Ahhhhh! It's too bright!" The dress was bright. It was a particular shade of orange that was popular for a period of three months in 1986. She would have looked sexy in the somewhat translucent dress if it didn't look like the warning label on a radioactive chemical.
"C'mon," she said, "I'm not wearing any underwear. See?" She lifted up her dress. A now clean Floyd dropped his towel, staring at her pusy, and walked towards her. "No! Don't make me horny!" She said. When he didn't look like he was listening she added: "I'm hungry, let's go!" He kissed her anyway and squeezed her lean body against his, cupping her in his right hand beneath the dress. "Mmmm, nuh uh, not yet. I already want to come. I need food first." Jill, Floyd realized, was really hungry.
Floyd wore his clean clothes: a plaid, button down t-shirt and running shorts. "You're going to make me go out like this?" he said. Running shorts don't hide erections.
"No clean undies?" Jill teased.
"Nope," Floyd said.
"Well I guess the old Chinese ladies at the laundromat are in for a treat," Jill said.
They packed up their dirty clothes and headed out, trying to keep their privates covered in their skimpy clothes, but mostly enjoying the fresh air on their clean bodies. Jill's body was fairly visible through the sundress. She didn't mind; it felt good.
The pair found an empty laundromat, started their clothes, and went for fast food. They came back still drinking sodas and feeling re-energized and frisky. They had slept next to each other without touching for two nights and their bodies tingled. As they checked their laundry and Floyd pressed her forwards against a washer with his body and slid his hands up her hips and sides.
"Mmmm," Jill moaned and leaned her head back to kiss him. She reached back and stroked him through his filmy shorts.
"You know everyone can see pretty much everything through that dress," Floyd said.
"I know. You said to pack something light." She wrapped her hands back around his neck, bending her own to kiss him as he stood behind her.
His hands roamed, and when he slid his middle finger forward through her folds she whimpered lightly. "God you're so wet!" He slid a finger inside and then back out, starting the slow circles with his fingertips that he knew would bring her off quickly.
"I've been desperate for two days!" Jill said. Then, "are you going to let me come?" Floyd continued wiggling his fingertips. Jill braced herself with the washer, leaning her body forward. "Oh God, I need to come," she whispered. Her hips rocked back and forth on his hand. She squeezed his cock.
"Do you really want to come here?" he asked. "Someone could come in."
"Mmm Hmm. I'm ready. Baby I need to come!" She was determined to enjoy her own wetness and desire. This was going to be a great orgasm. She was bent over the washer now, resting on her elbows, and going up onto her tiptoes when they heard a bell ring. The door!
They both froze in place, very obviously caught, and stared at the girl who had walked into the laundromat. She was cute and small, with dark hair, and a smile that spread all the way across her face when she saw them. She saw Jill, tense and poised to let go. She saw Floyd leaning over Jill, one hand squeezing Jill's body close to his, the other reaching down and up into her. The girl saw the tiny, awful skirt lifting high in the back as Jill bent over. She saw Jill's face, taut with need, her eyes pleading. The girl held her ground, and her laundry basket. Jill was still breathing heavily and clutching Floyd's dick.
