Waiting at the Laundromat

Many thanks to Literotica user LarryinSeattle for his editorial work on my text.

"Boring, isn't it, waiting so long for your laundry to be done. Would you like a coffee and then some fun? What can I order for you?"

I was shocked. I didn't know the sender's name and the popup disappeared too quickly to take a closer look. In addition, I had recently turned off the notifications for my chat programs, so that I would no longer be distracted all the time. And now this message came in, from someone who apparently knew I was in the laundromat waiting for my laundry to be done. I looked around and then towards the coffee shop diagonally across from the launderette. There were some people sitting on the terrace, but there was nothing special to see.

I went to my notification screen and was shocked again. The message came from Grindr. I had installed that app the night before in a hot mood. It had been a while since, as a married man, I could no longer resist my curiosity about what it would feel like to have a cock in my mouth. And after that first time the desire for more became stronger and stronger. I had looked around on SilverDaddies and wrote stories about my fantasies on Literotica, but I never got the real thing again.

I had known about Grindr for a long time, but never dared to create an account. But now, in a horny mood, I had finally done that and spent an evening surfing around the beautiful male bodies. After that, I closed the app, or so I thought. But apparently, I hadn't done that, or hadn't done it properly. Maybe one too many beers?

"I can tell from the way you look around nervously that you are indeed who I think you are :-)."

There was no longer any doubt. Someone was watching me from a distance and guessed that I was the person he saw on his Grindr app. My nervous looking back and forth had, as it were, confirmed that he had guessed correctly. I considered deleting my account. But I was also curious. What if it was someone I knew? Would that be bad? Apparently, he was also on Grindr and if he did it secretly like me, he would also want to prevent it from becoming known.

"How did you know it was me?"

"Check your profile photo."

How clever of me... I could have thought of that myself. I chose a random picture from my phone as my profile photo. Although I had cropped the photo so that my eyes were not in it, it was taken in the exact same place where I was now sitting, with the same washing machines in the background, on the same stool, looking at the same phone. A completely innocent and unrecognizable picture, I thought yesterday.

I decided to just go for it. I had been looking for a new adventure with a man for so long and had never dared to take the real steps. Now I was literally 30 steps away from it. And wasn't this exactly why I installed Grindr?

"Who are you and what do you want me to do?"

"Who I am is not important. You are looking for a cock to suck and I have it for you. Go to the toilets next to the coffee shop and undress in the disabled toilet."

A wave of excitement shot through my body. My mind told me it was very unwise, but everything else in me pulled me to my feet and pushed me across the street and to the toilets.

I went into the disabled toilet, closed the door, and undressed. After waiting a few moments, a plastic bag was slipped under the door. I looked at what was inside. It was a blindfold and a set of handcuffs.

"I think you get the point," said a voice that sounded vaguely familiar. "Put all your belongings in the plastic bag, put the blindfold over your eyes, and then fasten the handcuffs around your wrists behind your back. You can easily click them into the lock. Make sure you are standing near the door so that you can turn the lock with your cuffed hands."

I stuffed my clothes into the bag, wedged my phone behind the support that people could hold on to when getting up, and moved to the door. I put on the blindfold and clicked one ring of the handcuffs around my left wrist. I hesitated... I was one click away from no way back. I wedged my right wrist into the other ring and squeezed it shut. Click!

I felt how my cock had grown to full size, while I turned my back to the door and felt for the lock. I opened it and stepped aside.

"Okay, I'm ready now," I said.

I heard the door open, heard someone come in, and lock the door again.

"Wow, you really did it all! I never expected that. And what a beautiful picture. Let me enjoy it for a while."

It was quiet for a minute. Then I heard the sound of a zipper.

"Okay, time for action. On your knees now!"

I did as I was told and a moment later something soft pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth a little and started to lick it gently. With small jerks it became harder and bigger. Meanwhile, I heard soft moans above my head.

Suddenly I was grabbed by the head. The pressure on my lips increased as my head was pushed forward. A loud moan sounded as the now fully erect pole slid into my mouth. The cock was pushed in until the cockhead hit my throat. I was afraid I was going to gag, but instead it turned out to be an insanely exciting feeling.

The stiff cock was now withdrawn until it almost flopped out of my mouth, whereupon it was immediately pushed back in with force. With slow, long strokes he now went in and out and in and out. Never before had I been so defenseless, blindfolded and with my hands tied, (voluntarily) forced to have sex and never before had I felt the excitement so deeply in every fiber of my body.

Gradually the fucking became rougher and the accompanying sounds louder. The moaning became loud panting, the grip of the hands on my head became less, until suddenly the movements stopped, the panting turned into a suppressed scream, the hands tightened their grip, and then a large jet of warm juice was sprayed down my throat. A few less powerful shots followed, after which all movements stopped and all I heard was panting above me.

Slowly the softening cock was pulled out of my mouth, globs of cum coming out and trickling down my beard.

"Wow, that was a heavenly blowjob," the voice said.

"You're welcome," I replied, "now I'd like to know who's the owner of that wonderful cock."

"Sorry, but unfortunately, that's not possible," said the voice, "I'll now put the bag with your clothes outside. Then I'll take off your handcuffs. If you wait until I tell you to take off your blindfold, I'll move your clothes inside. If you look earlier, I'll take them with me."

I felt the cuffs being removed and heard the door open and then close again.

"Okay, your clothes are back inside. I'm out. You can keep the blindfold as a reminder. Thank you for a great orgasm."

I took off the blindfold. After I got used to the light, I looked in the mirror and saw the blobs of cum in my beard. I washed them off as best I could and put on my clothes. Then I picked up my phone.

My plan had been successful. The app I had installed a while ago had done its job and taken a photo every 5 seconds. One half of every image was covered, very out of focus, by a piece of the metal support, but on the other half I saw what I wanted to see. And immediately I knew why the voice sounded so familiar. It was Marc, the husband of a good friend of my wife. I had met him once at a birthday party and chatted with him briefly. He had thought carefully about the blindfold, about the handcuffs so that I couldn't take my blindfold off unexpectedly and about the clothes in a bag so that he could force me to keep my blindfold on until he was one. But what he hadn't thought about was checking whether I had placed my phone in such a way, half hidden, that it could record things.

I left the restroom and walked into the coffee shop. As expected, Marc had disappeared. I ordered a black coffee; I had already swallowed more than enough cream.

The laundry was of course ready. I drove home and immediately started my computer to see if I could find Marc on Facebook. That was no problem; he was in my wife's friends list. I sent him a messenger message:

"I'll let you know the next time I do laundry."