Seeking Women at the launderette
18.12.2008
I am Angie, thirty-one, black-haired with a respectable chassis. The other day my automatic washer broke down, and I recalled that the local lauderette did a 60 minutes service wash. The boy in the launderette looked about eighteen, and seemed more concerned at gazing at my breasts than accepting my laundry. I agreed to come back in an 60 minutes, and since there was a coffee shop across the road, I decided to have some lunch whilst I waited. I sat upstairs by the window, and realized I could see right into the back room of the launderette where the laundry was done. The boy was loading my garments one at a time. As I looked on, he picked up a bra, and started to carress it as if I was still wearing it. Then he picked up some scanties and held them to his nose, plainly relishing the scent. I am very clean, and change my scanties twice a day, aside from a silken pair I keep back for bedtime. I find that feeling myself through them till I bring myself off, is the perfect way of getting to sleep. I do get very wet though, and spray when I cum. I love the odor of myself when I am fingering, so I keep the same pair all week, and by that time they are in quite a state. After whiffing each pair, he finally arrived at my nighttime panties. I could almost hear him moan as he received the acute aroma of my womanhood. As I looked on he slipped off his pants, draped my panties round his now rigid cock, and continued to rub himself up and down through my satiny knicks. Suddenly he curved his back and shot his load into my panties, and wiped himself clean on them. By now my coffee had got cold, and as I arose to freshen it up, I detected a moist spot where I had been sitting. I vowed to go back to the launderette each week from now on.

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