The laundromat is not necessarily the first place most people think of when they think of sex.
A laundromat is a place people go for one reason and one reason only: to wash and dry their dirty laundry! Last Saturday started out like any other day: wake up and have a cup of coffee, go work out in the park and come back to tackle some chores around my apartment. Doing laundry was my most dreaded task, so of course, I saved that one for last.
It was early evening by the time I got around to forcing myself to go the laundromat. When I got there it was totally empty. Awesome, I thought to myself, no one will force me to make idle chit chat with them. I can read my book in peace, with only the sounds of the industrial washers and dryers as my company.
Times like these never last long, do they? Before long my reading was interrupted by the noisy arrival of what has to be the sexiest man I have seen in forever. He was tall, around 6’2″, nicely built, wearing tight jeans and a white t-shirt. He had thick dark hair and piercing green eyes. I did not mind him coming in at all!
Putting my book aside, I walked over to my washer and pretended to check on it. Impulsively I bent over at the waist to look inside and move some things around. I could feel this sexy stranger’s eyes on my ass the minute I bent over. There is something deeply arousing about feeling a mans hot gaze on my body, as I put on a little show for him.
I can’t say for sure what made me feel so bold and horny, but the next thing I knew I was walking over to him as he was loading his washer and saying hello.
He was even hotter up close! I could tell he liked what he saw when he looked at me, too. We struck up an easy conversation, joking back and forth like old friends. I decided to take this flirtation to the next level.
I offered him my vape pen, which is loaded with super dank ganja oil and he took a few pulls. Soon we were both quite stoned and definitely enjoying each others company. The sexual tension was building when he suggested we go hang out in the back of the room where the attendant couldn’t see us. I immediately agreed and he took my hand and walked with me the few feet to privacy.
Taking my head between his hands he kissed me deeply.
Sliding his wet tongue between my lips, plunging into my eager mouth. He picked me up around the waist and put me on top of one of the clothes folding tables. Leaning between my thighs he unbuttoned my jean shorts and slid them off of me. I was so turned on, I couldn’t wait to feel his hot, wet mouth on my pussy.
His long, clever tongue snaked around my clit and down into my tight little pussy hole. He gave me incredible head and I tried to be as silent as I could, but when I came I came hard. There was no stopping my moans of pleasure. He found a way to quiet me down though, by plugging my mouth with his big, hard cock. I sucked him off until I felt his balls tighten and dick get even harder. Then he came down my throat and I swallowed every last drop.
We put our clothes back on and went back to our laundry, still talking and laughing with each other. I think I might have found my laundry soul mate!
