"Bread and Butter" isn't that what some people say when something comes between them?
In this situation she and he came out the kitchen door of their apartments at the same time carrying plastic totes containing weekly laundry. The thing between them was an individual's washing machine.
Their apartments were adjacent and were joined at the rear by an undivided porch area where Laundry facility connections had been installed during original apartment construction.
They'd also moved into their apartments within days of each other and had shared some of the same original problems new tenants endure.
They were very near the same age and he was single while she was divorced with a son nearly five years old.
After several chance meetings they'd begun to joke with each other and now more than a year later their joking had become more sexually detailed although they'd never been intimate or dated.
It was a Friday afternoon and her son was at school in Kindergarten but sometimes walked home alone on weekdays. If she didn't walk to school, meet the boy and return home together her son would walk solo to arrive about three-fifteen and knock on the door.
He was tall and rugged looking but strong and had a nice personality although he sometimes joked too often to the wrong people. He was well-educated, more than mildly successful and worked from his apartment. He loved larger women and fully appreciated her. He'd even thought many times of asking her out but so far the right moment hadn't arrived.
She was cute with big eyes, nice lips and a constant warm smile. She had wide hips, great boobs and weighed around two hundred pounds at five foot one inch tall. She'd never lost the weight she'd gained when her son was born and condemned her willpower for its lacking. She didn't work but lived on alimony and child-support from her ex. She had an education and would go to work in a few years when her son was mature enough to care for himself while she was away in those hours between school dismissal and her arrival home.
They'd said hello and looked each other over that day before beginning to load their washers.
He straightened up after dumping a load into his washer while she was still sorting things. He checked her out again as she leaned into the machine and liked even more what he saw.
He joked that if she kept bending over like that he might get the wrong idea and come up close behind her to make her day.
She laughed as she straightened again, pulled her skirt down in the rear and glanced down at him as she said it looked like he was ready.
He glanced down where she was focused and noticed the obvious sign of arousal in his jeans. He felt self-conscious and hurried to smooth down the rise while she laughed. He wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes and she was wearing a low-cut blouse that didn't look like she'd remembered a bra.
He smiled and told her that someday he'd really surprise her when he followed up his remarks with action.
She smiled back then said in such a case she might be tempted to give him an honest blowjob to cool the thing. It had surprised him then and she asked why he thought it would be a surprise as she added detergent and some kind of stain agent to her machine.
He too added detergent then closed the top and started his machine.
He smiled and asked her if she was good at giving blowjobs and she smiled back, winked at him and said every guy she'd ever known that way had thought hers were perfect.
Now she started her machine and before he could respond she glanced down at her wristwatch and exclaimed she had to hurry and get ready to go for her son. She informed him her ex would have the boy for the weekend and was picking him up at four before she said goodbye and hurried into her apartment.
He stood immobile a few minutes thinking and then he heard more water running. He turned off her machine and listened. He heard the sound of water through that pipe to her machine and wondered if she was showering or taking a bath. He listened moments longer and his thoughts of her being naked began to gnaw at his hunger.
He turned her machine on again and started toward his own kitchen door but suddenly stopped, turned around and marched to her door instead.
He opened her door, went inside and found his way to her bathroom door. He listened and heard a bit of splashing as he put his hand on the doorknob, twisted and quietly pushed the door open.
She started to scream until she recognized him and instead tried to cover up. She asked him what he wanted and he smiled and just said he wanted one of those perfect blowjobs. He added that it was no good for her to try and cover her nakedness because anywhere she placed her hands he could still see more than enough.
She settled again as he reached down, opened his fly and took it out.
She gasped and stared before finally forming a smile again. She commented that he really looked prepared but she had to hurry to get her son.
He smiled back and said that she'd better hurry then because he wasn't leaving until he'd had one and could judge the quality himself.
She felt cornered and moments later gave in and told him to throw her a towel. She rinsed quickly then he held out his hand and helped her to stand. She also dried quickly and his eyes followed every move of her body as his mind grew even hungrier for her. She then stepped from the tub and walked to the toilet, put down the cover and sat down with the towel wrapped around her. She held out her hand toward him and he stepped forward close enough to let her begin.
He really hadn't thought it would work and thought he'd just tease her more before leaving and maybe provide her some temptation for when he finally did ask her on a date but now she leaned forward and seriously began to prove her point.
He'd thought she would have to truly work to get him in far enough but it took only a few tries before she'd swallowed it all and began to work it as she moaned and seemed to be humming. She glanced up into his eyes and winked at him as he put his hand behind her head. His body began working it in and out.
He was moments away from a climax when they heard a soft knock on the door and a plaintive "Mommy" being called.
She stopped and pulled back then quickly stood and tightened the towel around her. She was surprised because her son was slightly early and as she held his rigid cock she asked how he was going to get out of there without her son seeing him.
He thought just a moment then told her to get her son and take him into the bedroom, hug and hold him so that the boy's back was kept toward the bathroom door. He told her that as soon as that happened he'd sneak out and leave through the kitchen door.