Cyndi parked her car in the lot of the strip mall and carried her basket of dirty clothes into the laundromat.
She had the place to herself this morning and quickly sorted and started her loads. Then there was nothing to do except sit in the sun of the big picture window and listen to the machines hum. It was a bright fall day, warm and sunny. Cyndi liked sunny days, they always made her feel horny.
With no one around Cyndi got up and started wandering to the back of the space. Where was her favorite dryer? There it was. Cyndi had found out about this machine by accident one day, now she used this laundromat exclusively. It was at just the right height, and had just the right wobble.
Cyndi fed the empty machine the required change and pressed a button. The dryer began humming and vibrating. Cyndi leaned forward onto the dryer so the machine's rounded edge hit her right in the crotch. She leaned into the dryer as the vibrations started doing their thing to her pussy.
Oh, this feels so nice, Cyndi thought to herself. Her nipples sprang to attentions under her Save the Sea Turtles T-shirt. She ground her hips forward, gripping the machine in both hands. The shaking machine was doing amazing things to her clit and she gave a little moan of pleasure.
Cyndi's hips were rolling slowly against the warm metal of the dryer, her eyes were closed and breathing heavy. She thought about the time she and her husband had put on a show for their neighborhood peeping tom. It had been so hot, being watched by a stranger. Her pussy gushed as she thought about the amazing sex they'd had, right in front of their open window.
Open window, Cyndi thought. She looked towards the brightly lit front of the laundromat, at the big picture window. Oh God, she thought, what if I... Cyndi had a mini-cum at the thought of strangers, men or women, watching her finger herself in that window. She wanted it so bad, being exposed to strangers as the dirty slut that she was, seeing how her nakedness turned them on.
Cyndi snuck a hand up under her shirt and cupped her heavy breast, then rolled and pinched her nipple. Jolts of pleasure ran straight to her oozing pussy, making her moan and squeeze harder. She was humping the dryer now, desperate for release. Images ran through her mind of men watching her while stroking their hard cocks, women staring at her as she came for them, cunny wide open and pulsing pink.
She was close, so close. She needed to cum, her body was shaking, right on the edge, when she heard the door open. Her eyes flew open. Someone had just walked in!
It was an old man, short and gray haired. He had his back to the door, trying to pull a cart of some sort through. Cyndi didn't think he had seen her yet. Her perverted mind came up with an idea at once.