Short note from the author (we all skip these, right?):
If you come into this story expecting to take it seriously, you're gonna have a bad time. It's porn, it's meant to be ridiculous and over the top, unless you want me to believe that every single plumber and pizza delivery man actually gets to sleep with every lonely housewife they come across. If you want some serious artisanal porn, check out a classic gem like
Bear;
if you're just looking for some dumb fun, I hope I can provide that for you. Enjoy!
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"God damn it!" April hissed, groggily stumbling out of bed. The clock on the wall read 7:29, one minute shy of an hour later than she had intended to wake up. "Fuck." She paraphrased, picking her phone up off of the side table in a haze. Tapping the screen a few times, she quickly determined the battery was dead, which would explain why her alarm hadn't gotten her up on time. She wasted a moment wondering if she had remembered to plug it in last night, but immediately remanded herself. She had only half an hour to get ready for and get to work- doable, but tight.
She scrambled for her dresser, quickly pulling out a flower-print sundress. Not the most formal workwear, but suitable enough, given the relaxed attitude her university held towards dress code. The low-thigh-length skirt was long enough to be decent, and the bust had built-in support, obviating her need for a bra. This was convenient, as it would save her a trip to the backyard to grab one off of the clothesline.
April quickly threw the dress on, tucking everything snugly into place. Pulling open her underwear drawer, she reached in only to find it empty, her confused fingers feeling only the coarse wood of the drawer itself. Had her husband Seth forgotten to put the laundry away last night? She let out a sigh; he had a habit of forgetting about the laundry. No matter, she thought, she'd just grab a pair from the dryer.
Mourning the fact that she'd have to skip breakfast, April rushed to the bathroom. She didn't have time for her usual routine, but she quickly brushed her teeth and put her hair in order. In less than five minutes, she was crashing through the kitchen towards the laundry room, gazing longingly at her coffee maker on the way by.
Beelining for the dryer, she yanked it open.
"Motherfuck..." she whispered, finding it empty also. Her eyes flicked over to the washer, understanding forming in her mind. A quick check confirmed her suspicion- Seth hadn't only forgotten to put the underwear
away
, he had forgotten to dry them. There, in a soggy ring of fabric, were
all
of her panties. Extracting one pair from the mass, she desperately tried to wring the water out, but the results were less than stellar. She considered wearing them anyway, but the thought of it made her shudder.
She eyed the dryer again, as if hoping to find a thong tucked away in the corner, but found it still empty. April clucked her tongue, searching for a solution in the meandering patterns of the wall tile.
She'd just have to go commando then. The thought sent an involuntary shiver down her spine, the tingling sensation coalescing between her legs. April was no unreasonable prude, she had gone out without panties before, though usually with pants or a shin-length skirt on at least.
She looked down at her dress- the length that had seemed decent before now seemed downright scandalous. She'd have to change into something else.
April rushed out of the room. Rounding a corner into the kitchen, she spotted the digital display on her oven, the time spelled out as 7:50 in sharp red seven-segment numbers. She had ten minutes to get to work- a distance that was, on a good day, a twenty minute walk. Seth had taken the car to work, so driving wasn't an option either. She quickly weighed her options- getting changed would mean rushing back upstairs, finding new clothes, rushing out to the back yard for a bra... No, there was no time. She couldn't be late today- she had a class to teach, with an important guest speaker who was on a strict time crunch. (April, or "Dr. May" as her students called her, taught physical medicine at the graduate level, with a focus in occupational medicine specifically.)
Flustered, she tugged on the hem of her dress, pulling it as low as she could, which caused the tops of her breasts to slip out just enough to give her a hint of cleavage.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck..." She muttered as the oven clock ticked over to 7:51. No time to deliberate, April thought, turning on her heel and making for the front door. She quickly slipped into her shoes, grabbed her purse, and set off at a near run down the block.
Out of breath and glistening with a thin layer of sweat, April slid through the doors of the university, practically power-sliding around the corner and down the hallway towards her classroom. '8:02' read the small round clock she passed on the way. Late, but not enough to matter, hopefully.
She had ended up needing to full-on run to work, but thanks to that exertion, she was just about on time. If only she had noticed sooner during her run that the sides of her dress had been lifting up with every step- before she had the sense to hold the hem down she was pretty sure she had given a few people a view to remember. Another tingle zapped through her body remembering this, and April could feel her cheeks starting to burn.
Taking the barest moment to collect herself upon reaching the door to her classroom, she pulled it open and walked in. The students, busy setting up their desks and chatting amongst themselves, didn't notice their teacher walk in at first. April cast a quick eye over them, counting seven heads- a full class. With a pang of relief, she noted that the guest speaker hadn't arrived yet- she hadn't fucked things up after all.
A small smile creeping onto her face, April strode confidently towards the front of the class, passing through the rows of unoccupied desks. Just as she passed the first student- a tall, broad man named Julius, April noticed something strange. First, she felt a strange resistance on her ankle as she tried to walk forward, then, instead of going forward, she instead seemed to be moving directly towards the ground. Before she had time to ponder this strange turn off events, she was jolted back to reality by the sensation of her face smacking the ceramic floor.
For several moments she could only lie there, seeing stars and feeling nothing but a throb in her temple. As her senses gradually returned, she felt her whole body ache from the impact; her arms bunched up under her chest in a half-successful attempt to break her fall, her legs splayed wide. Starting to think she had picked up a curse this morning, April pulled herself shakily up to her hands and knees, taking a moment to steady herself. That was when she noticed something
else
odd.
Turning her head to investigate, she locked eyes with Julius, only for her gaze to drift slightly lower to reveal her smooth white ass in all its glory- two creamy, bouncy globes still flushed and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Evidently, her dress had ridden up during her fall, leaving it bunched up around her midsection.
April looked back up at Julius, whose eyes flicked up to meet hers, a look of surprise on his face.
Realization slamming into her like a truck, April quickly scrambled to her feet, though she was unable to ignore the sudden, searing bolt of electricity that shot straight from her brainstem to her clitoris. Without turning back to look at Julius she quickly brushed herself off and walked nervously towards her desk, being careful to step
over
the laptop charger this time. The whole time, she could feel heat gathering in her cheeks and in her pussy.
