Blacks, whites, darks and lights, I have never been one that likes going to the laundry mat. Being a single man, that is only renting an apartment, and doesn't have the amenities of a full house, kind of puts a strain on the personal life when it comes to the chores. Especially Laundry!
Week after week, it's the same old thing. Separate all of my clothing, and collect all of the quarters around the house, and my 1996 Jeep Grand Cherokee, and after collecting all of my dirty laundry, I head down to the mat.
Books, magazines, and my laptop, on the rare occasion that I remember to bring it, have gotten quite boring on a weekly basis. I also moved a ways away from the laundry mat that I frequent, so going back to the apartment while I am doing laundry is also out of the question now days. So what's a man to do?
I mean, not to be sexist, but aren't women supposed to do this for us? Cook and clean and do out laundry? I loathe certain chores, and laundry is one of them. I will mow the grass, fix broken things around the house, and even do the dishes over laundry. It's so time consuming! But I digress... it has to be done.
One summer afternoon, I decided to take my laptop down to the mat, and I decided to get on the internet and read verses buying a book and taking it. So I jumped on google.com and searched the word erotica.
I have always been into reading erotic stories. I love reading about what goes through other peoples minds, especially when it comes to sexual matters. So when the search results popped up, a link to a site called Literotica.com caught my eye and I decided to check it out.
The more I read, the more I sat in my chair and got more and more uncomfortable because my erection was throbbing against my jeans, just ready to burst out of my zipper. Ready to be stroked, sucked or rode until it spurted hot creamy jets of thick man juice all over the place. But I kept my cool, and kept my cock in its cage because I didn't want to be put in jail that night for indecent exposure. I can just see the headlines on tomorrow's paper, "Man in Laundry Mat Caught Masturbating." ...But I did get another idea as a beautiful blonde bombshell walked into the mat with two baskets of laundry.
She stood about 5'7" with the nicest set of C-Cups that I had seen in a long time, and a tight little bum, and wonderful legs that sprouted out of a pair of booty shorts. She was enough to make an old man go into cardiac arrest! And as she came in and out with the two baskets of laundry, I felt myself staring, and I felt my computer straining against my wrists because of the monster that was trying to burst out under it.
"Hi," she said sheepishly when she had brought the last basket in from her car.
"How are you?" I managed to choke out, half in shock, and half totally titillated that she even spoke to me.
"I know that I don't really know you, but can I ask a favor of you?" she asked boldly.
"I have to run back home for three more baskets of laundry. I couldn't fit them in my car. It's a VW Bug, and I didn't have room for all of my baskets. Could you do me a favor and watch out for my baskets of laundry while I am gone. I like to wash everything at one time so I am here for the shortest period of time."
"In a very short few minutes, I will be switching my laundry into the driers, and then I have to go meet my friend, so I can't stay long after they get dry, but until I have to leave, I will watch them." I told her.
"Thanks, I shouldn't be that long though. I only live right down the street, and all I have to do is grab them and I should be back. Hey, excuse me; I'm going to use the ladies room before I go." She said disappearing past the row of driers and into the family bathroom located in the back of the mat.
About two and a half minutes later, the blonde immerged from the bathroom with a pink ball in her hand, and as she walked past her baskets, she slyly slid the pink ball of fabric into one of them and continued for the door.
