Short Story: Ashley Does Laundry (Complete)

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Nothing particularly special here--straight up Fetish Fuel?. But then some people like that kind of thing, myself included.

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BZZZZZZ!

The buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the washer?s cycle. The sharp noise woke Ashley?she didn?t realize she had dozed waiting for it to finish. She stretched, rose from her armchair, and crossed the den heading for the laundry room. She just hoped the extra-strength detergent had been enough to get that horrible sticky chemical gunk off her clothes. It had taken her nearly half an hour of scrubbing in the shower to get it off her skin, even more time to clear it from her lengthy black tresses, and she?d hate to think it was permanently bonded to one of her favorite outfits. The tank top and snug jeans she?d changed into after bathing didn?t even compare.

She grumbled to herself for the hundredth time since the accident about tanker trucks with bald tires, bad brakes and faulty containers, and jerks who cut people off and made them swerve, and the myriad other factors that had contributed to her getting sprayed with that goop. At the same time, she realized she should be grateful it hadn?t been something poisonous, corrosive, or otherwise instantly fatal. The representative from Cross Chemical who had responded to the scene had assured her there should be no long-term ill effects; she was told that she might experience some mild heightened nerve sensitivity and possibly feelings similar to anxiety or adrenaline rush, but that these would go away in a day or two. So far, no feelings like that had occurred, though she might not have noticed them beneath her disgust at being coated in sticky slime for the better part of her day.

She fished her outfit out of the washer and held it up, examining it thoroughly. Luckily, the greenish ooze seemed to be gone. She tossed the clothes into the dryer, shut it, and started it up. She reached up to put the fabric softener sheets and detergent back on the shelf above the dryer?

And suddenly felt a tingling sensation as her front contacted the vibrating appliance. Startled, she jerked back, but quickly realized she hadn?t been shocked. In fact, the sensation had been quite pleasant. Almost?arousing. Intrigued, she leaned up against the dryer again, and was again rewarded with a pleasurable tingle from the machine?s vibrations. No doubt about it now?it was definitely arousing. She pressed herself harder against it and felt the stimulating vibrations even stronger. She paused for a moment, thinking how unlike her usual behavior this was. Maybe the heightened sensitivity she?d been warned of was kicking in?

She quickly pushed that thought aside, deciding that if that were the case, she?d enjoy it while it lasted. Before she even realized what she was doing, she had climbed on top of the dryer. It was a tight fit; she had a slim, athletic build and stood about 5?6?, while the laundry room was closet-like, barely wide enough for the appliances. She had to fold her long legs up double in front of her, knees almost to her shoulders, but the steady vibrations were arousing her more by the second so she noticed no discomfort. After a few seconds of getting warmed up, so to speak, she lifted her hands and squeezed her firm breasts through the tank top. Her nipples stiffened instantly and she gasped loudly?evidently the hypersensitivity really was kicking in! She tweaked the two hardened points standing out under the thin fabric and felt another rush of pleasure.

She was aware that she was getting wet very quickly and decided to go for broke. She eased her right hand reluctantly away from her breast, slid it down her belly, and slipped it down the front of her jeans as she closed her eyes. She didn?t remember unbuttoning her jeans, but she must have done so, because the normally tight denim had room for her questing hand. She rubbed herself through her thong for a moment, then slipped her hand under the panties. With her left hand she tried to tweak her nipple again and frowned briefly when it didn?t feel right. She could tell it was still erect, but for some reason it didn?t seem to be standing out through the top like it had been. Shrugging it off, she slid her hand up under the fabric. That was more like it. She didn?t think about how the form-fitting top, which had just recently clung close to her breasts, now felt looser and roomier on her.

The vibrations from the dryer seemed to be getting stronger the longer she sat there. Her left hand continued kneading her breasts and teasing her nipples while her right continued its stroking and rubbing. She had enough space in her jeans for her hand to move freely, but the denim was beginning to bunch up around her waist and butt, and it was causing just enough discomfort to disturb her activities. She paused briefly to twist to the side. Hanging her legs over the dryer?s side, she lifted her ass out of the sagging jeans and slid them easily down her slender legs. The heavy denim piled up on the floor several inches below her feet. Problem thusly solved, she turned back the other way, braced her back against the wall?having to bend her legs partway at the knees, as if she were doing sit-ups?and returned to pleasuring herself.

The machine?s vibrations seemed stronger than ever, causing her whole body to quiver, but that didn?t bother her at all. She began to increase the pace of her ministrations, stroking herself faster and pressing her wicked fingers deeper, the thong drooping loosely in front giving her no trouble. Her left hand squeezed her breasts harder, and she pinched her swollen nipples, feeling an increased rush of pleasure that brought her closer to the brink. Her tank top was now flapping loosely around her torso, and her mood was again disturbed when she felt its fabric brushing against her lap, getting in the way of her busy hand. Irritably, she rolled her shoulders and felt the straps fall loosely down her arms. Pausing again, she grasped the large garment, pulled it up over her head?it was heavier than she?d thought?and tossed it to the floor beside the dryer.

Resuming again after the interruption, she pressed her back to the wall again. She couldn?t believe how wet she was now, and how powerful the motions of the machine under her seemed. The strong movements only increased her arousal. She stretched her legs out in front of her, slightly splayed. Her thong was now loosely gathered just above her knees and was out of her way completely. She continued stroking and felt she was almost at a climax. The vibrations were stronger than ever, and just as she reached her threshold, she simultaneously tweaked a nipple hard and slid two fingers inside herself. She cried out and bucked her hips in an intense orgasm. After the sensations subsided, she let out a satisfied sigh and stretched her legs out in front of her.

Now that her attention wasn?t elsewhere, that fact gave her pause. Hadn?t she just had to fold her legs almost double a short time ago? Confused, she opened her eyes. She was greeted by the sight of her feet, straight ahead of her, seemingly several feet away from the opposite wall. An oversized parody of her thong was between her legs, loose elastic bands around her knees. She slipped her legs out of the giant thong and held it up. It was large enough for her to wear like a one-piece swimsuit. Yet these were the panties she?d been wearing when she started her little session on top of the dryer.

The dryer. The steady, strong thrumming under her reminded her. Looking around, she saw a huge version of the device?s familiar controls over to her side. Up above her?higher than she could reach if she stood?was the shelf with various laundry items on it. Rising to her feet, and thinking how surreal it seemed to be walking on a dryer, she stepped over to the edge. A gigantic version of her tank top and her jeans sat on the floor, seemingly a few stories below her. Thinking this had to be some kind of warped dream, she squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that she was still asleep in her armchair in the den. When she opened them again, she was still standing on a huge dryer in a giant laundry room. She thought of pinching herself?then thought that if what she?d just been doing hadn?t awakened her, pinching wasn?t likely to work. But what could she do to wake up? And a worse thought?what if she WERE awake?