Archive-name: Solo/laundry3.txt
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Archive-title: Laundomat Encounter - 3


 She kept moving her body, trying to make sure he paid
attention to her, watching the lump of maleness at junction
between faded material of his jeans to ascertain if it was
swelling.
 She'd sat, turned over and untied the top of her suit, lying
back down, but not before he could glimpse the naked swelling
of her breasts, looking back at him from under the crook of one
folded slbow, eyes hidden, catching him staring.
 He was certainly interested, and interesting!
 The teasing was getting her really aroused, feeling the
slipperyness gathering between her thighs, almost hearing the
squishing as she tightened the muscles of her ass, mounded in
twin curvatures, making the cheeks flex. More teasing.
 She'd moved her arm, raising up until she could let him almost
see her nipples, asking him if he could go for a wine cooler in
this heat, tantalizing.
 She'd tied her top back on, slipping once, letting her naked
breast show, then headed for the kitchen after he'd nodded and
said that an ice cold wine cooler would really hit the spot.
 I know what spot he'd like to hit, she thought, smiling
silently to herself in the kitchen.
 Filling two of the tall cooler glasses with ice chips, (she
found them in a little store on fifth, that specialized in
blown glass, and bought six, at a horrible high price, but
she'd never regretted the cost), placing them in the freezer
compartment to frost, she poured white wine into the pitcher
then looking in the liquor chest, brought out a bottle of
vodka.
 Pouring a very hefty couple of jiggers into the pitcher, then
shrugging and adding another, she tasted it, wrinkling her nose
at the strength, wondering what she could do to cover the
strong vodka taste.
 Mint! She pulled four leaves from her fresh mint bush on the
patio, bending over and adding a little wiggle to her ass as he
watched, moving gracefully back to her kitchen to wash the
leaves.
 Powdered sugar in a saucer, the glasses now frosted, dipped
rim into the sugar to coat the top of the glass, pouring ice to
fill the glasses, pouring the wine and vodka over the ice
halfway up, adding a can of soda, and garnishing with two of
the fresh mint leaves each, Linda put the glasses on a tray and
walked to the patio.
 They had enjoyed the drinks, Linda feeling the surge as the
vodka hit her stomach, the fumes rising lazily into her brain,
the sun intensifing the liquor and her own thoughts popping
perspiration on her body.
 He'd explained about fitting a lock to the sliding glass doors
to her bedroom, both standing with the doors slid partly back,
Linda brushing him gently with just a touch of her breasts,
then once pressing her left breast firmly against him as they
bent to look over their heads at the top track for the door.
 It was fun teasing.
 The second drink went down almost as fast as the first. Linda
gathering the glasses, returning them to the kitchen as he
finished the back door lock, leaving the glass door half open,
waited until he'd moved his tool box and drill outside the
doors, with seeming unconcern had entered the bedroom from the
kitchen as he was measuring and taping a template to the metal
frame, untied the top tossing it on the bed, then wriggling,
tugged the bottom of her suit from her bottom, dropping it on
the floor, walking across the room full in his almost staring
vision, calling back over her shoulder for him not to mind
her, she was going to take a shower.
 Soaping, lathering, smoothing the suds over her very slippery
skin, she'd taken a very long shower, then opening the shower
door, peering into the bedroom, was delighted to find him
stark, lying on the middle of her bed, arms crossed behind his
head, cock up, hard and throbbing, staring at her as she ambled
over to the bed still wet.
 Droplets of water sparkling on her smooth hide, Linda stood by
the bed looking. His hand grasped the thickness of his cock,
moving the foreskin gently to cover and uncover the bulbuous
head, smiling at her nudity.
 They'd made glorious love, him sliding his thickened cock into
the more than slippery slit between her thighs, both clasping
each other, legs astradle his body as she rode his prick as she
would be riding a pony. Her hands flattened on his chest for
balance, her breasts peaked with desire, feeling the head of
his prick thudding deeply into the wet hot cavern as his hips
lifted both of them clear from the bed with each upward stroke.
 She'd sensed his growing frenzy indicated he was about to fill
her cunt with his male wetness, and she'd spun, almost falling,
off, his cock freed from it's capture between her thighs, now
was trapped between her hands. Her mouth hovering over the
lubricated and juicy head of his cock, squeezing with both
hands, making the darkened head swell alarmingly, jacking his
cock off with lips open and waiting to catch his spurts of cum.
 Cum he had. Jets of creamy white and silver juice, spurting to
fill her mouth, the over load running from the corners of her
soft lips as she eagerly suckled at the spurting organ,
savoring in rememberance the almost forgotten flavor, then the
sweet aftermath when later they had made love again, first
slowly, then with increasing frenzy until he filled her
writhing belly with hot sperm.
 The surprise when after tenderly fucking her pussy, shooting
his sperm deep within and between her thighs, he'd moved
between her legs, licking and tasting her slot, running his
tongue over the bush of her hair, savoring the juices emitted
by both.
 Finding out that he liked to taste the combined love juices,
running his tongue deeply into her pussy, even bending her legs
up high, spreading them wider, forcing his face between her
thighs, digging his tongue deeper into her cunt, lapping and
delving around the slitted hole, rising to show her, on his
tongue the residue of their lust.
 Astounded that any man would want to run his tongue up a hot
steaming cunt that he'd just fucked and cum into, but loving
the feeling and depravity he brought to her.
 Turned on again by the thought, she'd sucked him hard again,
then licked his body all over, savoring the salty sweat, the
crease at the bottom of his spine, lapping broad tongued at his
tightening testicles until he'd grabbed her, making her kneel
with her elbows supporting her upper body, ass high in the air
while he knelt between her calves and inserted his cock from
behind.
 Fucking long stroked, balls dangling beteen her thighs, her
face looking backward up from under her body past her hanging
breasts, watching his slippery thick cock vanish into her wooly
opening, to reappear covered with her slick wetness.
 His hands using her hips as handles, pulling her willing ass
back onto his cock, until with rapidly quickening lunges, he'd
cum again, matching her orgasms, and then knelt and sucked her
off from behind, tongue slithering deeply into her almost over
worked cunt.
 She sighed, remembering.
 Her mind still on the summer's day, Linda drove with automatic
movements, pulling into the almost empty parking lot by the
laundromat, glancing at her watch, shocked to find the it was
after one in the morning.
 Where had the evening gone. Gathering her mesh bag, entering
the bright flourescent light of the laundromat to find the only
other soul present was a young unsmiling man, lost in his own
thoughts, paying no attention to her at all.
 She placed her mesh bag on top of a washer across the room
from him, watching him carelessly loading the machine with his
dark jeans and mixing the towels in with his shirts and shorts.
Another dumb bastard that doesn't know how to wash clothes she
thought, thinks that woman's place is in the home, can't be
bothered to learn simple household tasks, but thinks that he
knows.
 "You really ought to wash the white's in one machine and the
dark's in another."
 Not too bad looking. Better if he'd smile, she thought. Nice
eyes, deep set.
 "You work here?" His voice more tenor than baritone, but not
bad.
 She chatted him up, convincing him to sort his clothes, then
left to walk across the room to the mesh bag on top of the
washer. Bending, presenting her ass to his inspection, wiggling
slightly for his admiration.
 He definitely must be single, he's alone, and I'm going to
fuck him.
 She teased him with double meaning conversation, moved her
girlish panties and bra's over, convincing him to put his
clothing in with hers, startled a bit to realize his pants were
sticking out like a tent in the front, a hard prick thrusting
out the grey material of his slacks, and a spreading stain of
wet gathering at the tip of his tent.
 Convincing him to go into the bathroom and remove his pants so
she could wash them for him.
 He in the single stall, naked, while she tossed his grey
slacks into a washer, returning to the bathroom. Prowling,
walking up and down on the cold cement floor, nervous, talking
too much, chattering almost, to the closed door and his
silence.
 Telling him about herself, but not receiving even a grunted
reply to her too fast conversation, her sexual needs rising,
wanting him to open the door so she could see him and his naked
body, to evaluate.
 Pacing, passing the closed stall door, Linda could see that he
was sitting on the john, through the cracks both at the hinge
and lock side of the door, once stopping her pacing back and
forth to tug the handle, finding it locked against her pull.
 Cocking her head, listening.
 Sounds of movement, rhythmical motions.
 "What are you doing in there? You're breathing funny!"
 She knew what he was doing in there, he was jacking off.
 She grinned, good, he was turned on by her.
 As long as she stopped him before he came, he'd be her's for
the night.
 She started opening the buttons on her shirt, pulling the
material wide,
spilling her pert breasts from the opening, unzipping the
Gloria Vanderbuilt Jeans, leaving the gap open to show the
curly tangle of her pussy hair, preparing to make him open the
door, anticipating his startled look as he would realize she
was partly naked, and his for whatever lustful perversions he
wished. She felt super horny, the wetness gathering at the
anticipation, taking a deep breath to push her breasts out,
started pulling at the door handle, rattling the flimsy door.
 Too late, one eye pressed to the crack, watching as his hand
slid rapidly over the shank of his prick, swelled and almost
gross, watched the pearly grey liquid shooting in rivers from
his cock, splattering on the cement floor.
 Astounded by the amount of his cum, the wasting of his juices
on the floor when she plannned on having it up inside her
pussy, bathing her belly with his sperm, and he was wasting it
on the floor!
 The running stream coating his fingers still gripping, the
pulses of fluid still oozing over the crown of his cock,
dribbling down his fingers to drip onto his balls. Occasionally
another spurt, splattering again to the floor.
 Jesus, but he could cum.
 It must have been a year without sex to store all that lovely
juice. Her imagination savored the jetting liquid.
 Her frame shook, an orgasm tightening her body, just watching
the river flow, seeing the globs of sperm on the floor.
 Then her anger struck.
 "You bastard."
 The feeling of being so fantastically horny, and this prick
going to waste on a cold cememt floor.
"Your jacking off in there ...
 The rest of the conversation and her actions were a blur,
anger clouding her thinking, remembering throwing his pants
over the top ot the stall and storming out.
 Driving home, clean clothes still wet, dripping over the back
seat, thinking about putting them in the dryer tonight.
 She cried, frustrated....tears blurring her vision as she
drove.
 Now, remembering last night at the laundromat, she cried
again.

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