When she walked into the Laundromat, my cock immediately was hard. She was petite, with long silky blond hair and a slender, mouth-watering figure. She was wearing extremely short cutoff denims and a clinging white halter top that showcased a pair of beautiful tits.
I watched her bend over and sort her whites from her colors in her wicker laundry basket, and my cock got harder than I thought possible. With that perfect ass sticking up in the air, I wanted to stick it up into her right then and there!
I was trying to figure out the best way to talk to her, when she let out a gasp. I looked over at her and asked her what was wrong.
"I get all the way here, and I left my change at home," she replied in a sweet, melodious voice.
"I have a roll of quarters," I replied, and pulled it out of my pocket for her. She smiled, looking at the lump in my jeans, caused by my rigid dick.
We chatted as our clothes went through their cycles. Her name was Lucinda and she was an account executive. I told her my name and that I was a loan officer.
My cock hadn't lost its stiffness, and was throbbing for release as I watched her fold up her panties and bras.
"Do you need a ride?" she asked me.