door, peering in with one eye as his prick spurted hot silver
liquid in pulsing rhythm to his still milking movements.
Her eye centerd at the crack, peering in neersightedly,
making out his fist curled around his pounding prick, hand
clutching as the liquid spurted in ropy strings from the end
of his cock to splatter in the cement floor.
“You bastard, you’re jacking off in there, arn’t you?”
“Well, just a little bit. You made me horny.”
“I was going to take you home with me and screw you, and you
bastard, you jacked off instead. You’d rather jack off than
fuck me?”
George heard the bathroom door slam, sitting naked on the
pot, feeling very foolish, waiting.
Unrolling six sheets of paper, George wiped the end of his
wet prick, annoyed when the paper stuck to his cock, cementing
…End of the part21. To be continued..
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Laundromat Encounter part21
Saturday, February 28th, 2009Laundromat Encounter part20
Friday, February 27th, 2009 and listening to her voice, the fantasy building again, trying
to control his rasping breath.
“… said that I ought to go out more, but it seems that
everybody that I meet is either …….”
George’s hand moved to slide the slippery oozing lubricating
juice to coat the entire head of his dong, so that his fingers
could slip over the swelling knob even faster.
“I wonder what she’d do if I opened the door and invited her
in?” Fantasy at white hot energy level, warp eight.
His balls swelled, George feeling the hot sperm shooting up
the narrow channel, as he leaned back harder against the raised
top lid of the toilet, his feet braced on the floor, body
stiffening as he readied his cock in one hand to shoot his hot
spermy contents.
Freezing, seeing Linda’s face pressed to the crack in the
…End of the part20. To be continued..
Laundromat Encounter part2
Thursday, February 26th, 2009 He’d tried everything, and nothing seemed to work for him.
Everyone else he knew was screwing left and right, and George’s
only fucking was his handy right hand. Not that he minded
jacking off, as a matter of fact, he loved it, was good at it,
practiced at least twice a day, and built some very good
fantasy’s while pulling on his cock. But it was still not near
as good as a girl.
George was an automotive sales clerk at a national parts
chain, and didn’t meet any ladies where he worked, not counting
his boss’s wife, the bookkeeper, who’s name was Thelma and
weighed at least 350 pounds. Thelma had rolls of fat standing
on top of rolls of fat and also had two hairs growing from a
mole at the side of her jaw that wiggled when she talked.
Thelma liked George, and liked to bend over showing him the
cleavage between her pillow sized breasts, but George wasn’t
…End of the part2. To be continued..
Laundromat Encounter part19
Wednesday, February 25th, 2009 His hand slipped faster and faster, oozing liquid beginning
to run over the clefted glans and make his fingers slippery.
He tuned out her voice, fantasy over reality, imagining the
feeling of running his fingers over the full curve of her
thigh, sliding into that sweel little honey pocket of her cunt.
“… had to come here or else I wouldn’t have any clean
panties for work Monday, and I have …..”
The feeling of intense pleasure growing.
“.. are you doing in there? You’re breathing funny!”
George stopped stroking, fantasy fading quickly.
“Just listening to you talk, was all.”
“It didn’t sound like it.”
“Well, I was.”
A couple of tenative strokes, and then back to a steady
movement up and down the length of his hard prick, jacking off
…End of the part19. To be continued..
Laundromat Encounter part18
Tuesday, February 24th, 2009 George could see Linda through the crack by the latch, his
cock standing from his lap, straining to get at the girl.
Moving his head, George could see her slim figure moving, past
the narrow crack in the door jamb as she began talking about
her washer at home breaking down.
His fantasy started building. Linda, overheated with lust,
desiring his body, wanting to jump on his bones, removing her
lumberjack shirt, breasts standing and bobbling on her chest,
nipples puckered at attention.
Linda tugging and pulling at the tight jeans, drawing them
over the curves of her hips to bare the thatch of pussy hair
between her legs. His hand curled around his cock, slowly
masturbating as his eyes watched her, hearing only patches of
her voice as his fantasy of fucking her grew.
“… thing went out again, and the repairman can’t come out and fix it until……..”
…End of the part18. To be continued..
Laundromat Encounter part17
Monday, February 23rd, 2009 them off, and I could wash them for you?”
“I’d have to stay there until they were dry.”
“You could go into a stall, and I could come in and talk to
you.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Now look here, you have a stain on your pants, and they need
washing, and you need somebody to take care of you, now go on
in there and take off your pants like a good boy.”
Inside the stall, George removed his pants, standing in his
shoes and shirt, feeling foolish as he handed his trousers over
the top to Linda.
Moments later, sitting on the stool, George heard the door
open again and Linda’s voice.
“They’re in the washer with my undies.”
“Good.”
…End of the part17. To be continued..
Laundromat Encounter part16
Sunday, February 22nd, 2009 “We didn’t introduce ourselves, I’m Linda.”
“George.”
George felt her soft palm snuggle into his as she shook his
hand briefly, the contact bringing his cobra into spitting more
venom on the inside of George’s grey slacks, while the cobra
hood pressed against the confining fabric, bulging out in a
horizontal tent, and incidently leaking the spermy liquid
oozing through his trousers in a spreading circular stain.
“Anything else to wash?” Her eyes noting the tent.
“I can’t wash these, they’re all I have on.”
“Nothing under?” her eyes moving to the front of his
trousers, noting the spreading stain and the material moving
with thudding heartbeats beneath the thin fabric.
“No.”
“I don’t suppose you’d like to go in the restroom and take
…End of the part16. To be continued..
Laundromat Encounter part15
Saturday, February 21st, 2009 Her head turned away, and George moved his head to sniff the
fragrance of her panties, heady aroma of healthy female. His
cock lurched and George felt the beginnings of a juicy flow of
lubrication juice slipping from the hole in his flare headed
cock.
Dumping the lingerie into the washer, George watched her
bending to add the soap, her lumber jack shirt splitting down
the front, swelling breasts and dark cleft between almost
exposed at the angle his eyes used, even standing on tip toes
to peer further down the secret opening, glimpsing, or thinking
he was glimpsing the beginning of a soft pink nipple until she
closed the gap by straightening up.
George fed his quarters to the machine, which burped, and
ground into motion. Thumping away in sexual rhythm, mixing
George’s boxer shorts with the wispy lingerie.
…End of the part15. To be continued..
Laundromat Encounter part14
Friday, February 20th, 2009 sprawled over the antiseptic white top of the washer.
“We’ll put our things together, and they’ll be done at the
same time.”
George’s eyes devoured the soft pile of panties, brassiere’s,
and other very female silky, wispy scraps of clothing that had
hidden her very secret places. A soft curly hair, light brown,
almost blonde, clung to the crotch band of one pair of panties,
woven into the sliky fabric like some perverse weaver had spent
a pleasant moment sliding the curly spring to engage the warp
and woof of the silkworm’s product.
His initial thoughts of no tits, changed. Her tits were very
obviously there, and the still rounded brassiere’s pouches of
lust lying next to his shorts, implied the fullness.
She flipped open the top of the washer as George gathered his
shorts with her lingerie.
…End of the part14. To be continued..
Laundromat Encounter part13
Thursday, February 19th, 2009 George’s head whipped back. Visions of her soft voice asking
him to slip his prick up inside her soft snatch.
“What?”
“I said, do you want to put your clothes in with mine? I
have a light load here, do you have a heavy load?”
George’s mind spun, his lips tightened. His mind wanting to
tell her just how heavy his load was, and that it was any
heavier, his balls would be hanging to his knees, the size of
grapefruit.
“Well, do you want to do it, or not?”
Of course he wanted to do it. Gawd, how he wanted to do it.
His cock thudded inside his slacks, seeking freedom.
Head nodded weakly as she pulled a small batch of very female
lingerie to pile it on top of the machine. Lace around the leg
bands, wisps of material that wouldn’t hide anything. Panties
…End of the part13. To be continued..
Laundromat Encounter part12
Wednesday, February 18th, 2009 her trim ass. Almost heart shaped, an upside down heart, her
ass waved at him across the room. George’s cock jumped inside
his loose slacks. Raising like a cobra seeking a victim, head
flaring like a cobra hood, throbbing in his slacks, demanding
to be let loose.
George had visions of standing behind her, sliding his prick
into the sweet wet cavern, holding on to those slim rounded
hips as he slipped his pounding prick up her cunt.
He turned away, fantasy building, his cock leaping to his
heart beat, almost feeling her softness surrounding his prick.
Sorting clothes aimlessly while he visioned the sweaty feel of
her buttocks pressed to his groin, his hands cupping her ass
while he plunged and dug his hefty cock between the clefted
cheeks of her ass.
“You want to put yours in with mine?”
…End of the part12. To be continued..
Laundromat Encounter part11
Tuesday, February 17th, 2009 pointed finger tip, the packet of rubbbers.
“They arn’t matches, I don’t smoke.”
Her head cocked, “They look like matches, the pack is the
same size as matches, whatever could it be if it’s not
matches?”
George’s adam’s apple moved, wondering if she knew what was
inside the packet.
“It’s just something for men.”
“Could’t it also be something for women too, with lubricated
tips?” She giggled, flirting with him and then moved away.
George watched her body sway, ass moving fluidly as she
walked across the washermat to another washing machine,
wondering if she really had guessed the packet’s contents.
She bent over, stiff backed, across the tiled floor, putting
her clothes into the front loading washer, jeans moulding to
…End of the part11. To be continued..
Laundromat Encounter part10
Monday, February 16th, 2009 plaid shirt smiling with her mouth but eyes frowning, standing
with one hand casually on her hip, was inspecting the contents
of his washers.
“You work here?”
“No, but I wash here when my washer at home is on the blink,
and it is tonight, and your clothes won’t come clean if you mix
the dark’s and the white’s.”
She didn’t look like she had any tits at all, but then again,
with that lumber jack shirt that was way too big for her slight
body, it was hard to tell. But, her face was pretty.
George resigned himself to pulling his clothing from the
machines and piling up whites and darks in two piles, and the
ones he wasn’t too sure about in the third pile.
“If you’re going to wash that shirt, you’d better take the
matches out of your top pocket,” indicating with feminine
…End of the part10. To be continued..
Laundromat Encounter
Sunday, February 15th, 2009 George didn’t look like a young Paul Newman, or even like
Robert Redford. George just looked like George.
Not bad looking, but not good looking either. His face was
not one to turn a girl’s head from across the room. But then
again, it was a nice face. Nothing extraordinary, but at least
it didn’t stop clocks.
George was no Rudolph Valentino either. His love life sucked.
Not that he didn’t try, he did. He tried all the time. But his
success with the female gender usually approached zero.
His body was fair, tending to put on an extra pound, but not
to the point of being chubby, yet.
George’s problem was meeting the fair sex.
…End of the part1. To be continued..
Advanced Biology Lab part9
Saturday, February 14th, 2009 was while I was loading the tape that I noticed a third
mechanical arm. It was motionless now, but Kristin plainly
didn’t expect it to remain so, because its padded fingers were
clamped around the base of the largest dildo I’d ever seen!
For some reason the sight of that dildo really pissed me
off. I can’t explain exactly why it bothered me so much, but
here was a woman with the most perfect body I’d ever seen, or
even imagined, who could have any man she even looked at. But
instead of taking any of the offers she’d had, she constructed
her perfect mechanical lover, and now she was waiting for it to
fuck her! If she were really ugly, maybe I could accept what she
was doing. For Kristin to do it, though, seemed like a gesture
of contempt for the rest of us, who had to settle for mortal
lovers and their fragile egos, their clumsy foreplay, their
…End of the part9. To be continued..
