It was hot in the Laundromat. The thick blanket of humidity hung over the small room. She was alone as she sat on an empty washer, waiting for the dryer to finish. Blue jean cut off shorts and white tank top adorning her body, white sandals had been discarded somewhere along the way.
He entered clad in tight white T-shirt and jeans, jet black hair cropped fairly short, penetrating eyes washed over her as a polite smile was forwarded. They exchanged pleasantries and sat in silence for a few long moments before he ambled over to her. Sliding between her legs he looked up at her and smile...then leaned and kissed her bare shoulder. His kisses were like hot iron pokers upon her flesh, piercing through her with heat and thirst filled with lust. Her toned, tanned legs separated and wrapped around him slowly, draping their length over his hips, he pressed forward and drug his searing kisses along her collarbone and over to the other shoulder. Fingers lifted his chin as she brought his lips to meet hers in what would be a passionate, heated kiss. Tongues intertwining like erotic lovers, lips pressed firmly onto each other their fullness magnified. His fingers walking up her spine, hers holding his face between them.
With quick motion he scooped her off the washer and to the back folding table, placing her gently down. Fingers danced over erect nipples as they screamed for release from their cotton jail. The heat and moisture grew between her legs. His prominent bulge growing, hardening behind his faded jeans.
*you want me to fuck you here, and now?*
She nodded.
*how do you ask?*
*please fuck me, here...now...hard and fast*
*I'll decide speed and tempo...*
His fingers slid under that tank top, tweaking her firm nipples. His head lowering to meet them with a kiss...tongue encircling their taut form yet never quite touching the protruding pinkness. Her back arched into his mouth as he stepped back.
*not yet Angel...patience*
The soft whimper emanated from full pouty lips as cut off shorts tightened between her nether lips, pressing hard against swollen clit. Her fingers frantically searching for a way to please him, to release the engorged beast between his legs and make it hers. Fingers found purchase on his button and zipper, carefully extracting the swollen member. His mouth covered the pinkness as teeth and tongue worked over her nipple in expert fury. His hands sliding up her thighs, slight nails dragging down her naked inner thighs then lifting and pressing into the separation caused by the tight shorts. Feeling her heat his cock twitched in her hands.
