Laundry Day Fuck Me Buds

Dammit! Slept in late again, contemplating putting off the unavoidable hassle of doing a mountain of dirty clothes.

Anything but inspired, I scrounged up some sorta' clean Bermuda shorts, a wrinkled tie-dye tee-shirt, grabbed my dirty laundry, then headed downstairs.

Once I had a couple of the bigger machines loaded, an interesting, young looking adult woman with braided blond locks approached me. My curiosity was piqued by the model-esque cadence of her gait. She asked me if I had any extra quarters. I had plenty, so I was quick to give her a handful. Maybe five dollars worth. How could I have so badly mis-judged her as above average. She's actually a bona fide hottie. With one badass body.

"Thanks so much. You don't remember me, do you? You know, that crazy gal. The one a few guys started a nasty rumor about. That I'm way too spooky to even dare getting in bed with? Like I'm some kind of witch. Boo! At least it keeps most of the losers, assholes and sexual deviants from hittin' on me."

"You do seem familiar. Ahh, yes, Lola. How could I forget that prize winning, blue ribbon booty? Do you always gabbity gab gab so much?"

"That would be me. Prize winning huh? Dig that. Hey. You smoke weed?"

"Of course. Goin' on forty-five years now."

"Then come upstairs and get high with me. Getting stoned alone is a drag. I just scored some kick ass Thai stick that'll blow your fucking mind."

I jumped at her proposal, "No way I'm missin' out. It's been like forever since I last had some real Thai stick."

She giggled, "My handsome sexyness, are you in for a real treat."

Seriously, I could bend her over the counter right there, stuffing her blond twat with my thick dick.

Upstairs, sitting at her kitchen table, I watched her skillfully twist up a fat spleef, then hand it to me.

"You get to hit this baby first."

So I did. It wasn't long before we'd acheived complete, in the clouds nirvana.

"I see you've taken a liking to Chet, my German Shepherd puppy."

"Sure have, though I think he likes something you have even better," as Chet lovingly nudged his way into her crotch.

"I know he loves it, but won't be gettin' any of this piece of trim. Can't help if he's already hooked on my pussy's addictive musk."

"Hope to hell he saves some for me."

"Oh he will. Trust me. He loves watching his mommy come. That's what he really wants."

"I bet. Him's a lucky boy. I'm jealous."

Her long lashed, hazel eyes narrowed, "I'm going to change into something a bit more comfortable."

"Now you're the dirty one. How about something see-through?Change right here. In front of me. I know there's something extra special hiding beneath those clothes. For that, I can only be so patient."

"Ha! You've been undressing me with your eyes from the very first glance. I do love it! It's obvious you like me too. I saw you uselessly try to hide that eye popping buldge. Yep. How could I miss the bold outline of your man meat. Gave me prickly goose flesh all over."

She stepped out of her loose fitting khakis, tossed her blouse in my face, then dropped her lacy black panties to the floor. Simple. The definition of perfection. Lola, wearing only her skin. Astonishing.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Girl, you've got to be kidding me. Your body is fucking fantabulous! I'd thought maybe, but now I know for damn sure your knockers are real. Sorry. I apologize for being so crass. Name's Bret."

"No prob. It's easy to understand. I like 'em too. And thanks for the super flattering compliment, Bret. Really needed that. You're mighty sexy yourself."

"Nah. But I'll take it."

I stepped in close. I had to invade Lola's private space. Hand in hand, eye to eye, I asked her, "Tell me Lola. Have you ever had a fuck buddy?"

Her eyebrows raised up, "Nope. Thought about it. How nice it would be. But it's hard to trust anyone these days. Hold on. We both know each other's body is fuckably hot, and both of us love to get it on..."

"I know. We would be awesome fuck buddies. Lola, be my fuck buddy. I'll always be there when you crave an orgasm. Or more. A deeply tongued puss, need a tenderly rough romp, or just a caressing, kissing embrace."

Excited, Lola professed, "Bret, I'd love to be your amazing fuck buddy. I'll practice letting you come in my no gag reflex throat, tie my arms to the bed post and blindfold me, tease me with your toys, and fulfill your every sexual desire."

I carried Lola into her bedroom, then laid down beside her on clean, cool satin sheets.

"I have to taste your most succulent, beautifully up side down, heart shaped little pussy. So, so tender.

Your pre-glossed, slippery labia tells me you've been thinking real hard about this for way too long."

"Oh yes, for way, way too long."

I kissed Lola's tiny feet, her sleek calves, then traced my tongue along the inside of her getting warmer, toned thighs. With two fingers, she pulled back the bright pink flesh of her inner lips. The moment my hot, flickering tongue made contact with her proudly peeking button, Lola jerked, sucking in a deep breath. Then she let out a soft whimper that turned to a loud, wailing moan.

"Please, make me come," she pleaded, kneading her fingers into my shoulder length hair, anchoring my face fast to her slowly writhing mound.

"So beautiful, so, so incredibly beautiful. I'm coming. Coming. Feels like heaven. Oh Bret. Oh Bret. You're making me come, come-coming."

"Love it when you talk to me in that whispery, grovelly voice Lola. So soft, delicate and comfy."

Atop newly messed sheets, our tongues gently met. Gradually they tangled. They then quickly knotted as one in a flurry of unbridled emotion.

"I thought for sure that last part would feel awkward. But it didn't. It was perfect. Do you feel the same?"

"Yes. Yes I most definitely do. Bret, make love not to me, but with me. Together."

"I'll take it nice and slow."

"Let's not forget about me giving you that throat job. I'm ready whenever you are."

I knealt before her, rubbing my semi-flaccid cock across her plump lips, tempting her to prove me wrong.

Lola smiled at me saying, "It's been a while, so forgive me if I'm a little rusty."

"No worry, you're doing everything better than I could possibly imagine."

First, Lola cupped my tender ball sac, then gently encased its entirety into her mouth, building up a good slobber.

"You don't feel at all rusty. Don't stop. My dick's gettin' hard again already."

"Just gettin' started hon."

With one hand's tiny fingers working up and down the base of my slickened shaft, Lola took a deep breath before going to work.

It's a good thing she wore little makeup. Otherwise it definitely would have made a terrible mess of her angelic face. With all the ecstasy I was gleefully enduring, my eruption couldn't be denied any longer.

It took an insane less than ten minutes for Lola to be gulping down my load!

"Here it comes. It's coming, it's coming. Ahh, that's it. That's it. Swallow it down, baby. Swallow every warm drop of my come."

With my jizz dripping from both sides of her mouth, Lola devilishly proclaimed, "Told ya!"

In the corner, Chet lazily gnawed away on the irresistible crotch of his discarded reward. Lola had lost yet another pair of perfectly good panties.