When I pulled into the Laundromat, in the late afternoon on Saturday, I had hoped most of the people would be gone and I wouldn't have to wait for a machine. I rarely come to the Laundromat, since I have a perfectly good washer and dryer, but today I was washing the bathroom carpeting and mats, which tend to stop up my plumbing when I wash them at home. Stepping out of my car, I reached back in and grabbed the carpet, a container of washing powder and a book and then walked to the door, noting that only a few people were here.
The attendant was getting ready to leave, locking up his booth and offices, so only the all night portion of the Laundromat was assessable to the customers. I had enough change and washing powder, so I didn't try to disturb him as he headed out to his vehicle and pulled away. A Hispanic couple, with three or four kids headed out of the door with all their clothes, so the only people left was another lady on the other side of the washers and me.
I quickly moved over to one of the extra large washers and rolled the carpet and mats into the machine and slammed the door closed. I then plunked in ten quarters, confirmed the machine was starting and poured the washing powder into the detergent compartment. Grabbing my book I headed to some of the beat up plastic chairs that wrapped around the perimeter of the room.
Before opening my book, I glanced around noticing that the place had changed a bit since the last time I came to wash the carpeting. There were probably a dozen more of the high capacity washers and some brand new dryers and only a few of the beat up old residential type washers. The ceiling was still a mess with several tiles missing and many more stained and spotted with mold.
Wait a minute, yes, the room had been expanded some. Off to one side, where there used to be a line of dryers, was an opening with a sign that said folding room. The best I could see, they added that whole room and put in some sorting and folding tables.
"That's their new folding area," I heard a woman say.
Looking down a row of washers, I noticed it was the woman I had seen when I first stepped into the room. "Excuse me," I replied focusing my attention on her. She was not very tall but had some beautiful long legs that ran all the way up to a pair of white shorts. A large red blouse protruded outward from above the shorts covering a pregnant belly and some luscious looking breasts.
"The owners put in a new folding area and then bumped the price for all the machines fifty cents," she said.
"I see," I replied, thinking, yes, last time I was here it only took eight quarters to start the machine. Looking closer at her face, she was fairly attractive, but the makeup was a bit over the top, at least for a Laundromat.
"Yeah, it's like that everywhere, they fixed up the apartments where we live and then raise the rent."
I shrugged and shook my head, thinking to myself, "Apartment? I would have guessed trailer park," immediately chastising myself for thinking of something so rude. "Yeah, it's happening all over."
"Hey, why don't you come over here so we don't have to shout?" she asked.
"Well, I didn't want to disturb you," I answered, really meaning, "I just wanted to read my book without you disturbing me."
"Aw, come on, you won't bother me. The TV reception sucks and besides there's nothing good on anyway."
I closed my book and walked over to her, but as I got close, she moved a pile of her clothes into the folding room. I followed her in and stood beside her as she began folding. I leaned back against the table and asked, "Do you come here a lot?"
"At least once a week, but I haven't seen you here before."
"I have a washer and dryer at home, I just come when I need to clean the bathroom carpet, maybe once every four months."
"Wow, a washer and dryer, that'd be so nice," she said dreamily.
"Yeah, and with the baby," I said, nodding at her stomach, "I'm sure you'll be spending a lot of time here. You sure you can't get a washer and dryer."
"Yeah, hubby says we can't afford it. This baby's really changed things."
"They do that."
"I mean in all sorts of ways," she said with an odd look on her face. She seemed to be sizing me up in some way.
"What kind of ways?" I asked, immediately wishing I hadn't.
"Oh lots," she said.
I nodded, thankful she didn't elaborate...
"I mean like sex. My husband and I haven't ah, really done it... you know," she said, moving her hips back and forth, "I mean really done it in months."
Feeling my face heat up I said, "But I heard you could have sex until fairly late..."
"Oh we've done things, like oral. He likes doing me that way, so we do it a lot, but damn, sometimes I just need more. You know what I mean."
"More?"
"Sometimes I just need a cock."
"But you should..."
"You don't understand, my husband's big."
"Big?'
"Like eight inches," she said, holding her hands to show me his length.
"And?"
"And cause he is so big, we can't, I'm afraid it might hurt the baby. I mean even before I got pregnant, sometimes it hurt me when he shoved it hard."
I had images of some giant, motorcycle gang ex-convict type pummeling this petite woman with his massive log rolling through my mind. Those images then combined with ones of that ex-con then pummeling me for talking with his wife about cock sizes.
I winced a bit, trying to think of an excuse to go back and read my book when she blindsided me with her next question. "How big are you?"
"Ah... I, ah....," I stammered.
"I mean I heard chubby, white guys are all pretty small."
"Husky... I'm husky."
"Okay, I heard husky white guys are small."
"I haven't had any complaints, I mean I am larger than average."
"How large is that?" she asked.
"A little over five and one half inches."
"Really?" she asked, looking up at my face. She then looked down and said, "Nah."
"Seriously," I said.
In a sudden flash, she reached forward, grabbed the elastic band on my shorts and pulled in out and down, exposing my cock. Embarrassed by the conversation we'd been having, my cock had shrunk, so much so that the head was the only thing protruding. She kneeled suddenly and slipped her mouth over my tiny cock and began sucking wildly.
All I could do was stand there as my cock grew into her mouth, reaching a full erection in just moments. She reached up and grabbed the shaft, removing her mouth once she confirmed I was fully hard.
"See, it grows a lot," I said, completely flustered.
"Let's see," she replied, reaching into her purse and pulling out a small ruler.
Fuck, she was going to measure me!
"Ah, just as I thought, only four and three quarter inches."
