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Laundromat Lust

It was a sunday afternoon. Not unlike any other, laundry day. I grabbed every thing I needed for my trip down the road. Cramming it all on top of my laundry basket. It was early in the morning and very warm even for the begining of fall. I wondered if I should change my clothes. To be a little more modest, but didn't care enough to do so. My fitted cut off shorts and cami, would work just fine. I looked down at my tits and decided the built in bra would work fine for my average sized breast. The only thing that might be a problem would be if I saw some hot guy and my pussy stick caught a hard. Because I wasn't wearing any type of thong or panties, and my cock might peek out a little. After weighing my decisions, I slide my manicured feet into my flip flops and walked out the door. Getting into my car on my way to wash my dirty clothes. Fifteen minitues later I was at the laundromat. I was all alone as I was putting my clothes into the washing machine. Until a tall slim guy walked in, with a laundry bag slung over his shoulder. He was a hippie type with a tie dye shirt, and a worn pair of muddy jeans. I finished loading up my machine and hopped up on the near by table. Kicking my legs back and forth. Just watching him as he loaded his load into the machine. A few units over from mine. Once he was finished he closed the door and started the washer. Looking over at me he smiled and leaned against the table a few feet from me. I smiled back and began to get a stiffy in my ...

... shorts. As I automaticaly began thinking dirty thoughts, wondering if I could get him to fuck me. Suddenly I heard him yell "Shit I forgot to put the pants in there." he said. Referring to the muddy pants he had on. He then took of his belt and let his jeans drop and took them off. Putting them into the adjacent washer, while he stood in some dingy boxers. As he opend the door, he dropped his jeans and squated to pick them up. And as he squatted down I could she his huge balls fall out one of the sides. I instanlty got so fucking hot and horny, and my little cock was peeking out my shorts. I took one of my manicured french tiped hands and began to fan my self. The hippie man looked over his shoulder, and caught me looking at his testicels as I fanned my self. He stood up and walked over to me with a tent in his boxers. He looked me in the eyes and said " I'm sorry you had to see that.". I looked down at his hidden cock and said " I wanna see the whole thing." with a smile. So I leaned over and worked my hand through the front slit in his boxers. He pushed my chin up and kissed me. I pulled away, but he pulled me back in as he pulled me towards him from the back of my neck, with a single hand. He stopped then looked down and out the corner of his eye, down at my peeking cock smiling. "Your my kinda of girl." he said. Then he wrapped an arm around my waist and scooped me off the table. He pressed his weight against me, pushing his cock up against my tummy. Precum is now starting to ...