She dropped her bag and placed the coins in the machine, closed the lid and heard the water slowly filling up. The place was empty, the swishing of traffic on the wet bitumen and the washing machine filling up were the only sounds she could hear.
She opened the lid and bent over the machine to pour the soap powder in. She closed the lid again and waited for the powder to dissolve. She opened the lid again and as she did so she heard firm footsteps heading slowly towards her, she did not turn around intent on her task, leaning over the machine to put her clothes in.
The footsteps had stopped, she could sense their owner was very close, she ignored it leaning over to put the last of her clothing in the machine.
"You have very beautiful breasts," a warm, masculine voice said softly.
She closed the lid and turned in the direction of the voice. A tall, dark-haired attractive young man stood there looking sheepish, nervous and a little pink with embarrassment.
"I know that is a really weird thing to say to a stranger it just kinda popped out of my mouth, I hope I have not offended or disturbed you," he quickly added.
She looked him over, he was rather attractive, he had a rather honest trustworthy kind of face but appearances could be deceptive.
"Well, that depends on the thought processes that went with it and what your intent is? Be totally honest with me, it's the best way," she commented , giving him a reassuring smile.
He cleared his throat a little, glanced at the ground, showed signs of coming to a decision and met her squarely in the eye.
"As I walked in here, the first thing I noticed was the sight of you bending over the washing machine"
"As you did so your breasts were hanging by themselves almost, pushing up against your dress. I could see their smooth round outline, just see a little bit of the smooth white skin at the top of them and a tiny outline of your nipples pushing against the fabric."
"I was thinking how round, pert and beautiful they were. Wondering how warm and smooth they would feel to touch."
"Imagining what they would look like, how it would feel to run my hands over them, to kiss and lick."
"And I guess I spoke without thinking. I just couldn't help noticing, that's all."
" I was just looking, though I know it was probably rude of me, I couldn't/can't seem to help it."
" Just looking, I would never even come close to touching unless I'm asked."
"I also could not help noticing your beautiful, long legs and gorgeous face either. I don't usually go around saying these things," he said.
She could feel her nipples slowly becoming erect, her panties getting moist. She swallowed, clasped her hands tightly together in an attempt to get control and clear her mind of the images created by the man's words.
She hesitated, swallowed again, looked around the otherwise empty laundromat.
She said "okay, what you said sounds sane. So you like my breasts, do you? You would like to feel them?" She glanced up at him smiling.
"Yes" he said and gulped.
She took his hand and drew him into a little alcove, where no-one could see them. She unbuttoned the top of her dress revealing almost half of two smallish firm breasts as he stared at her puzzled and nervous.
"Go on then" she said.
"Are you quite sure?" he asked.
"Yes, please." she gasped.
He moved closer and put one firm, smooth hand down the front of her dress and gently grasped her left breast circling it, running his fingers over its smooth surface.
She gasped.
He then did the same to the right breast. He then gently ran a finger over each of her nipples and gently tweaked them.
She moaned.
Next he unbuttoned a couple more of the buttons on her dress so both her breasts were exposed to him. For a moment he stared at them.
"They are even more beautiful and sexy than I could ever have imagined."he muttered with a moan.
Then he carefully took one breast in his mouth and sucked it and then did the same to the other one. She leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes.
He slowly licked both her tits with long, sensuous strokes, the feel of his tongue on her soft, sensitive skin causing small tremors of pleasure down her spine.