Good Vibrations : First Timers 15 (Virgin Erotica): First Timers, #15

By Tori Westwood

When I press my body against the spinning washing machine it really starts to excite me, and with no-one home I decide to get a little frisky in the laundry room.

Little do I know, Michael's just got back and he's about to find me with my body pressed on the vibrating metal as I moan out my climax.  His reaction wasn't what I expected.  Read how he treats me to my first-time session.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Apr 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386633341

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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I gasped my eyes open as my mouth hung agape and I let out a little squeak of delight.  At nineteen it’s fair to say I wasn’t very sexually active.  Despite the affections of several guys at college and many-a-guy at the local cinema, I’d still yet to surrender myself to anyone.

I guess the absence of a man in my life made moments like these all the richer.  I bit my lip as the sinful idea of climax started to overcome me and I moved back to that vibrating box of ecstasy.

This time I had no intention of grabbing the drier-sheets.  Instead I pushed out my crotch and pressed myself onto the machine, fighting against pulling away as the trembling metal shuddered my sensitive flesh.

Fuck, I hushed, biting my lip and pressing harder against it.

It rocked beneath me, spinning faster and faster as it fought to wring the water out of each garment.  The quicker it spun the fiercer it vibrated, and the fiercer it vibrated the more I leaned against it.

My breaths rose rapidly and I leaned my head back to moan, working along the edge of the machine until I’d arrived at its corner.

I went on tip-toes and slotted the angle between my legs, resting my clit on the point of the corner and gushing with excitement as the box tickled it briskly.

Ohhhh, God! was all I could muster as the sensations overwhelmed me.

My nipples stiffened beneath my bra and my vision swirled with color.  Each breath I took seemed to fuel the burning