For Amy xxxxxxxx

Amy was mile away. Her iPod was on loud and she was sorting the laundry. Having the communal laundry in the basement was all very well, but it was a pain when you lived five floors up. Still she needed to get it done.
She was so far in her own little bubble that she didn’t notice Bobby come in. She was singing and moving her hips to the music. Bobby put his own laundry down and stood watching. He’s seen her around a lot, she lived on the floor above him. For weeks now he’d been itching to speak to her. Now he stood transfixed as her body swayed and shimmied. Hell she was something. He knew she was single; he made sure he found that out as soon as he saw her that first day. And how many times had he gone to bed and wanked while thinking about her? Too many.
Now there she was. They were alone, and she was gyrating in front of him, making him ache for her. He had a very ungentle many vision of slamming her against the wall, or throwing her over one of the machines. He blinked hard. She had no idea he was there, he couldn’t just jump her.
He took a few steps towards her and tapped her shoulder.
Amy spun round and yanked the headphones from her ears, the tinny sound of the song still playing. Her eyes widened when she saw him. It was the boy from downstairs. The English guy, the quiet one. The one she thought about more than was good for her.
‘Hi.’ He smiled and twitched his hair over his face a little. She’d noticed he did that a lot. He was shy, bless him.
‘Hi. Bobby isn’t it?’ Amy turned the iPod off and slipped it into her pocket.
‘Yes. And you’re Amy?’
‘I am.’ She leaned against the washer. ‘Nice to finally meet you.’ He smiled and licked her lips. Bobby blinked again. She was checking him out? Ok, well he was doing the same to her. And good grief! She was way better close up.
‘I didn’t mean to interrupt you.’ Bobby grinned and blushed a little.
‘Oh you didn’t.’ Amy went up and down him. Oh dear, he really was very sexy.
‘You move very well.’ He said.
‘Thank you.’ Amy turned back to her pile of washing. ‘I won’t be long, then it’s all yours.’
‘I’m in no rush.’ Bobby watched her bend over. Her skirt went tight over her arse. Oh fuck she had an amazing shape! She bent a little further and he growled. He hadn’t meant it to come out, but he couldn’t help it. He’d been lusting for her for so long. And now she was there, right there, bent over in front of him.
Amy heard the sound. He’s just growled at her? She bit her lips. Maybe he wasn’t so shy after all. She had heard about British boys, that they were often quite, but deadly. Maybe he was one of them? She stood slowly and turned. When she raised her eyes to his face he was no longer the shay boy with his hair over his face! Wow where had that fire come from? Had she done that to him? Her whole body tingled.
Bobby came across to her and grabbed her around the waist. Before he could think about what he was doing he kissed her. He fisted her hair in his fingers and pulled her head back so he could kiss her deeply. God never had he been this on fire for anyone. What the hell was she doing to him? He decided that it might be better not to think. She wasn’t complaining, in fact she was kissing him back just as deeply and moaning. Ok if she wanted it like this.
Amy grabbed at his shirt and kissed him back. Wow, she liked British boys! He was pressing closer and closer. He was tugging her hair and it felt so good. He had to pull away; he needed to come up for air. But he kept hold of her and pressed right up against her thing so she could feel what she was doing to him. He rubbed and groaned at the friction. Her skirt was thin, it wouldn’t take much to push it up, or pull it off.
He took a step back and drank her in. Then he yanked her shirt, popping the buttons. Amy gasped, but didn’t try to stop him.
He was surprised to see she had no bra on. He growled again and sprang forward, knocking her back against the washing machine. She gasped again and grabbed his shoulders to steady herself.
‘Bobby!’ She breathed.
‘I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. I need you, now.’ His voice was rough, full of the desire he felt.
‘Then take me.’
That was an invitation he wasn’t going to turn down. He kissed her again, herd. Crushing and bruising her lips, then her jaw and on and on down. He took her breasts in his hands and squeezed. She cried out. He ran his tongue over each nipple in turn and sucked on them, tugging with his teeth.
‘Fuck Bobby!’ she cried.
‘Oh I intend to.’ And he pulled his own shirt off, then undid his jeans and slid them down. Amy’s eyes boggled when he released himself. Oh that rumour was true to! He didn’t allow her much time to look. He lifted her up onto the washer and pushed her skirt up. Then he took hold of her knickers and yanked them off. He forced her legs apart and moved between her thighs. He took hold of her hips.
‘Hold on tight baby.’
Amy did as he told her and wrapped her arms around his neck. When he was sure they were positioned right he slammed forward into her. Amy cried out. He was unrelenting and pounded on and on. The washer started to spin and vibrate below them.
‘Bobby! Gah!’ Amy wrapped her legs around his waist for extra support. He was thrusting into her so hard and deep. She was sliding across the top of the washer. And the added vibration made it almost too much.
‘Bobby! Oh fuck I’m coming!’ Amy’s head started to spin. It wasn’t just the washer that was vibrating, her whole body was shaking. And so was his. Bobby was with her. She could feel him throbbing as he emptied himself into her.
‘Bloody hell baby!’ he panted into her hair. ‘Give me a minute. We’re doing that again.’