It was a hot Saturday afternoon and Linda was stuck in a Laundromat waiting on a rinse cycle. She rifled through a pile of magazines piled on the table next to the window. She couldn't help staring outside as he grabbed a garbage bag from the back of his Jeep and walked toward the door. He was cute and had a stocky, muscular build, blonde hair and a nice tan. He smiled through the window at her as he sauntered in. Linda smiled back and quickly looked away, embarrassed that she'd been caught gawking.
She sat down and leafed through a magazine from back to front, pretending to be interested in one silly advertisement after another. She stole a glance in his direction as he fished for his change. The muscles in his forearm flexing as he jammed his hand into his jean pocket. Linda looked him up and down quickly, but still got caught a second time. She could feel her face flush as he glanced in her direction. 'God, where was he last night?' she thought to herself.
Linda had been out with the girls and ended up alone on one of her horniest nights. Nobody at the bar was worth taking home, so she ended up snuggling with her pillow and trusty vibrator. She was in the mood for some serious fucking and normally would have had a marathon session with herself, but settled for a quick orgasm. No wonder she stared at this hunk with such a hunger inside. She was still quite horny. Linda giggled as he threw his whites in with his darks, all in one load. Caught again. This time though, she couldn't look away. She held his gaze until he smiled and turned back to his task at hand.
Wow! What a nice smile he had! She watched over the magazine, as he went to the counter to buy more change. The young girl behind the counter, raised her eyebrows at Linda in admiration, as he walked to the back of the store. Both women stared at his nice butt.
Linda fantasized about following him to the bathroom. About barging in and pulling his jeans down and without hesitation, dropping to her knees and sucking on his cock. His big rugged cock in her mouth, as she looked up at him, sucking on his dick. As she fantasized, Linda's hand was in her crotch, pushing against her twat. She began to ache with need. She felt like fucking masturbating right there under the table! There was nobody else around. An old lady at the other side of the room. The cashier was preoccupied with a teen magazine.
Fuck it! She thought. I'll masturbate in the bathroom. Linda made her way to the back of the Laundromat and was about to turn the handle, when out came Mr. Hunk. He caught her as she almost fell forward, bumping into him. "Shit! Excuse me," she stammered. God! She was in such a horny state! "My pleasure," he smiled. He moved aside as she entered. Linda turned around to see that he had paused at the door. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, looking each other up and down.
He started to close the door for her and she found herself stopping him from doing so. It was like she wasn't in control of what she was doing. Linda pushed the door open, as he let go of the handle. Then she stepped back against the far wall, looking him up and down, being as bold as she dared to be.