It's been the week from hell. Everything that could go wrong did and that included my washer breaking down mid week. So here I am standing outside the local Laundromat on a Friday night. I notice one other car in the parking lot, which gives me hope that I will be in and out in a couple of hours since I should not have to wait for washers or dryers at this point in time.
As I push the door open, my eyes scan the room stopping briefly on the only other person in the place. He glances up and goes back to his newspaper. I catch a glimpse of blue eyes to go with his almost black hair. Ok I say to myself. I can do this.
I take my baskets over to the washers and start loading them. I have only brought a few of the necessities to wash to get me by as the repair man is supposed to be coming tomorrow. I feel him watching me from behind his newspaper. His eyes checking me out, knowing that he is getting a good look at my ass as I bend over to load the washers.
Not worried about impressing anyone I had pulled on some old raggy jeans and a tank top. The jeans were full of holes in various places and one of them being close enough to the right ass cheek. So I knew that he was getting an eye full. I finished loading and turned to make my way across to the change machine and found him standing about 2 feet away.. He flashes me this huge smile and then tells me that the change machine is broken but he has plenty of quarters if I want to change out some bills for them.
I am too aware by this time that my nipples are erect as hell and he is having a hard time keeping his eyes on my face. Thrusting out my 42 D chest, I hold out my cash and tell him that would be really great if I could get some quarters from him.
You could cut the room with a chain saw by that time. The sexual tension in the air was so thick I could hardly breathe. He gave me some change and I moved to get the washers started. I turned once again, to find him still standing there and so I leaned against the washers and asked him if he always did his laundry here. He replied that he did, every week. After that we chatted about nothing in particular. Our job, hobbies, lives etc. The sexual tension getting thicker and thicker with each word.
It was one of those classic moments, when boy wants to kiss girl. Girl wants him to kiss her but no one knows who needs to move first. I turned around in the pretense of checking the washers to see if I needed to add soap yet. Suddenly the warmth from his body is inches from mine. His hands touch the washers on each side of where I am standing and I feel his breath on the back of my neck as he softly kisses it just below the hair line. My stomach flips up to the back of my throat and my pussy does that little jump. You know the one I am talking about. He smells delicious, his cologne wafting over my shoulders, makes me inhale deeply ingraining his scent in my brain. He continues to kiss my neck and it's all I can do not to squirm under his lips as goose bumps appear down my arms.
He whispers in my ear that he has been thinking about doing that for some time now, actually since I walked in the door. He moves his body so that it touches mine and I let myself go limp, enjoying the feel of him. He moves his hands closer together, pushing me closer to the washer as his crotch pushes to my ass. My breath catches as I feel the hardness of his cock against his pants. He continues to kiss my neck and it is all I can do by this time not to sink to the floor. I put my hands on the washer to brace myself, pushing my ass back into his crotch, moaning as I do so. He runs his hands up and down my arms, telling me how soft and smooth my skin is and how good I smell. Good enough to eat he tells me.
