Dirty laundry

“Thank you,” Bethany says as a young man opens the door for her.

“Do you need any help?” he asks as she carries a huge laundry basket of clothes to a nearby counter.

“No thank you,” she replies.

She makes one more trip to the car for her last laundry basket. “Ugh,” she says as she throws the last basket onto the counter. The room smells of fabric softener and detergent. She retrieves all of her towels and throws them in the nearest washing machine. Placing a little detergent in her load, she peers off to the right and notices someone staring at her. It is the same gentlemen who had offered to help her. She smiles as she continues to sort out her laundry.

“Hmm,” she says out loud as she starts to place her whites in the next washer over. Bethany starts to look for her fabric softener and realizes that she left it at home. Uh, I have to have that, she thinks to herself as she starts to look around. Oh good, there’s a machine that sells fabric softener.

As she makes her way over to the machine, she can feel eyes on her. She tries not to look in the direction of this man from earlier. Feeling a little uncomfortable, she does her best to not make eye contact. Slowly she walks back to her washers and places the softener back in the load. “There,” she says with a sigh of relief.

Reaching for her purse, she rummages through it looking for her book. “Found it,” she quietly says to herself. “Okay, now where was I? Oh yeah, this is a good murder mystery.” After 15 minutes of being completely enthralled with her book, she looks up to check on her wash. She notices the same man on his laptop; it looks as though he is researching something important. “Hmm.” Although she is not completely interested in this stranger, something about him captures her eye.

Intrigued with what he is doing, she finds herself staring. He looks her direction and finds her staring. “How incredibly embarrassing,” she says as she looks away in a hurry.

Her loads of laundry reach the final spin and she makes her way over to them. Trying desperately not to look in his direction, she places the clothes in the dryer. She can see him changing out his load and making his way over to the dryers where she now stands. With her heart beating she courageously looks up and says, “Hi.”

“Hello,” he responds. “I am Damien.”

“My name is Bethany,” she replies as she finds herself lost in his huge, dark eyes. It’s so unfair to have eyelashes that long, she thinks to herself as he smiles at her. Wow, he is much more attractive that I had anticipated.

“I haven’t seen you here before,” he says as he loads his laundry into the dryer.

“My washer broke at home and I don’t want to take home a bunch of wet clothes to dry them.”

“Oh,” he responds as he watches her with her clothes. “Are you married?” he boldly asks.

“No, I am not,” she replies as she looks away quickly.

“So, what do you do for a living?” he asks.

“I am a 911 operator,” she replies.

“Oh, wow. I bet that is a very interesting job.”

“Yes it is,” she replies. “Never a dull moment, that’s for sure. What do you do?” she asks him with interest.

“I own this laundry mat,” he replies.

“No way!” she yells out.

“Yep,” he replies as he places the dryer on a second cycle. “I took over this place five years ago.”

“That’s why you asked me about coming here?” she replies.

“Yep. I knew I hadn’t seen you here before and I would have remembered someone like you,” he replies.

“That’s really cool; the fact that you are a business owner is intriguing I must say.”

“Is it?” he asks as he sits back down next to her.

POP goes a loud sound outside. “What in the heck was that?” she yells as she stands up to look.

“I think it was thunder.”

“Thunder?” she asks, confused.

“Yes, we are due for a storm tonight and we should probably try to hurry up and get these clothes dry.”

The lightning strikes outside and lights up the whole building. “That is terrifying,” she says as she quickly sits back down.

“Did you not realize that there was going to be a storm tonight?”

“No, I had no idea,” she replies with a look of worry upon her face. The sound of thunder strikes again and the rainfall begins to pound on the ceiling.

“Too late,” Damien says as he looks out the window. “The storm is here and strong.”

“Ugh,” she says as she watches the rain hit the street. “So much for waiting on the clothes to dry. They are just going to get wet again when I take them to the car,” she says sarcastically.

As Bethany sits back in her seat, an awkward silence fills the air. She glances over at his legs as he sits, quietly listening to the rain. Bethany is in complete denial. The sexual tension is rising and becoming uncomfortable.

Damien glances at the clock and realizes it’s time to lock the doors. “I know this is really silly to lock the doors while this storm is pounding outside, but it is closing time,” he adds. He walks past Bethany and she can’t help but glance in his direction.

“I am sorry you have to be here so late because of me,” Bethany says.

“I would have to be here regardless,” he replies. “I do own this place.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot.” She smiles out of embarrassment.

“Well, it looks like you only have about 20 minutes until your clothes are dry,” he adds as he watches the clothes tumble in the dryer. He gently sits down next to her as his leg accidentally leans up against Bethany’s. She looks up at him as he innocently stares at the dryer. With every feeling in her body, she imagines gripping the back of his head, planting on him the most passionate kiss she has ever done. She gulps as she looks down at his leg planted firmly against hers. His chin is masculine with just a little shadow of stubble visible from the side.

He looks up at her and catches her looking at him; she quickly looks down, embarrassed that she has just been caught. He continues to look at her and she can feel his stare as it penetrates through her. She feels herself giving in as she looks up and into his gorgeous brown eyes. She looks down at his full lips and imagines what he tastes like.

Damien notices her looking at his lips as he licks them. He gently leans in and softly kisses her on the lips. Careful not to give her any tongue, fearful of her reaction, he tests the waters with just a soft kiss. She closes her eyes and can feel his soft lips pressed up against hers. His breath is cool and crisp and her lips luscious and ready for more. She opens her eyes and notices him starting back at her. She smiles and he gently goes in for more. His hands grip her soft face as he gently inserts his tongue inside of her moist mouth. She places her hand on his thigh as Damien moves in closer. She can feel herself becoming worked up. He firmly presses her into the back of her chair and gently gropes her breasts. She allows her head to fall back into the chair as he caresses her neck with his tongue.

“That feels amazing,” she mutters as he continues to grope her.

“You are so sexy,” he mutters as he places his hand up her shirt. Reaching for her nipples, they are instantly exposed as he removes her bra and sucks on her nipples. “Do you want to do this?” he mutters as he continues to suck on her breast.

“Uh-huh,” she answers as she reaches for his crotch. As her hand gently lands on top of his jeans, she can feel his bulge begging to come and play.

“Ah,” he quietly moans as she unzips his pants. They passionately begin to kiss again as he makes his way down the front of her pants. He sneaks his hand straight down her pants and past her panties. Damien stops for a moment and glances at Bethany.

She shakes her head “yes” as he continues on down to her swelling slit. He slides his fingers down in between her lips. “Ah, oh,” she moans as he goes deeper, reaching for her pleasure spot. She spreads her legs further apart as he reaches deeper and deeper. “Damn, that feels good,” she moans.

“Does it?” he asks as he takes his finger out. He gets down on his knees and removes her pants. He leaves her completely naked from the bottom down. “Jump up on this washer,” he says as he helps her up. He scoots her to the very edge of the washer and leans down in between her legs. She places her legs around his neck, quivering from the anticipation he places her pussy in his mouth. He graciously sticks his tongue deep inside of her as she grips his head, pulling him closer and tighter. Damien drags his tongue along, up and down her wet lips. Bethany tightens her legs around his neck. He stiffens his tongue. He rapidly bobs his head back and forth, in and out of Bethany. His top lip gently caresses her clit, giving her full stimulation.

“Ugh, huh,” she begs as she slides deeper into his face. “Ah, oh my God! “She screams, gripping his head. Within moments, she has cum in his mouth. The warm, wet cum fills his face as he wipes his mouth on the arm of his shirt.

“You taste good,” he says as he drops his pants to the floor.

She lies limp and lifeless from her orgasm. Soon, she sits up and jumps down from the washer.

Damien stands with a huge erection as he leans up against the warm dryer. “Ooh,” Bethany says aloud as she jumps down to her knees. “I like big cocks,” she says with a smile.

“Good,” he replies as he takes a handful of her hair. She grabs a hold of his shaft and places as much as she can in her mouth. The bulge in the side of her cheek can be seen as she slides him in and out of her mouth. He raises her hair so he can watch her take him inside of her mouth. “Ugh,” he moans as she goes faster and faster. Her mouth is warm and wet which creates the perfect place for a large, hard cock. She gently pulls him out of her mouth and tilts her head, placing his balls in her heated mouth. “Fuck,” he moans as she gently twirls them with her tongue. He falls back into the dryer as she carefully licks his shaft. She looks up at him and notices his eyes are closed as he is enjoying the moment. Damien opens his eyes and watches Bethany’s silhouette as she is bent over. He loves the curve of her back as she is on bended knee. She places his hard cock back into her mouth as the saliva rolls down her face. She cannot help but be turned on as she starts to moan with his cock in her mouth.

“Mmm,” she moans as he starts to rock back and forth in her mouth.

“I am going to cum,” he gently moans.

“Mm hmm,” she moans as he rocks harder and faster. She can feel his shaft hardening as he becomes very quiet. Slobber rolls down her cheeks as she takes more of his cock deeper into her mouth.

“Oh shit!” he screams out as his cock starts to throb compulsively in her mouth. Within minutes he releases his warm cum deep into her mouth. It rolls out of her mouth and onto her shirt. “Sorry,” he says sarcastically, laughing. “Probably should have warned you that it has been a while for me.”

She smiles as she wipes the cum that she hasn’t swallowed with the top of her shirt. “It’s okay,” she says with a smile. “It’s been awhile for me too. I didn’t exactly leave your mouth dry,” she replies with a chuckle.

They continue to get dressed and give each other a light kiss. “Let me help you with these clothes,” Damien says as he places them in a basket.

“Looks like the storm has stopped,” she replies.

“Yes, it does,” he adds. He unlocks the front door and proceeds to walk her to her car. She jumps in the driver’s seat as he places the basket in the back seat. He leans over to where she sits and leans in for a kiss. “Well, thanks for a good night,” he whispers.

She smiles. “Yes, it was a good night,” she replies. “Well, I will have to wash my clothes again.” Bethany smirks. “So I guess I will see you next week.”

“I look forward to it,” he replies as he closes her car door.