The Laundry Line Limbo
Maya and her boyfriend, Ben, have started drying their favorite, brightest clothes on the outdoor laundry line, and the space is always occupied by intimacy. I’ve been watching the rhythmic drying and the coupling. "You two are making the air quality questionable with all that passion," I pointed out. Maya laughed, "Well, if you want better air, you need to get in the line." I challenged, "And what's the pricing structure?" Later, we were clustered around the line. Maya was admiring my cleavage while Ben’s hands were playfully running along the delicate band of my bra, while he used his thumb to rub my clit through the sheer material. I was wearing a brightly colored, very skimpy sundress. The exposed nature of the laundry line, the visible activity all around us, amplified every touch. I got so pumped up by the 'on-display' nature of it that I climaxed with a loud, theatrical sigh.