At the Laundromat Ch. 01

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LESBIAN SEX: MILF Laura meets young hottie

LAURA’S STORY

My washing machine having broken down, I had to take my laundry to a nearby laundromat. After putting the clothes in the machine I sat down to read one of those five year-old magazines places like this keep around.

Not a few moments later, in walks this cute little hottie (much more interesting than a stupid dog-eared old magazine. She was Petite, but looked to be about the same age as my buxom 18-year old, college freshman. daughter. Her red hair done up in dual pigtails. Her pixie face freckled up. But it was what she was wearing . . . or not wearing . . . that really caught my attention, and I don’t mean the bright red sneakers she had on. It was her shorts. If you could call them that. Cut off jeans . . . cut off so short they barely covered anything. Her smooth girl’s legs were exposed all the way to her hips and then some. The “hemlines” of what used to be the pant legs of those shorts fit snuggly along the “V” of her crotch . . . down at the point of the “V” there wasn’t enough material left to cover all of her cunt, so right at the bottom parts of her puffy lips peaked out. The naughty little thing was not wearing any panties.

Downright illegal. Not that I minded. And those damn short shorts were so tight it had to be masturbating her with each step she took. I’d never in my life had sex with another woman, but of late, I’d been fantasizing about it. I’d gotten into watching girl-girl porn and it looked like the gals were having so much fun . . . made me wonder if I could get it on like that with another of my own sex? But, short of actually taking that plunge, I just fantasized, and enjoyed looked at other sexy women when the opportunity presented itself. Like this cute little thing that just walked in the laundromat.

Up top all she had on was a tight T-shirt cut off to show most of her midriff. And she had no bra on because though her tits were not all that big, her nipples stood out proud and erect through her T-shirt. That all too visible erectness of her nipples confirmed my thought that her way-too-tight skimpy blue jean shorts were masturbating her pussy as she walked. And I just couldn’t help but look. I just hoped my drooling didn’t show too much.

Not that I was wearing all that much myself. Other than my white panties and brown pumps, all I had on was a yellow sun dress (no bra because my tits, though huge, were still firm enough to stand up proud and full on their own. My pair of 44 calibers, I liked to call them, to go with my 44 years of age).

I was pleased to see that when she caught a glimpse of the way my tits bulged out the tight, thin material of my sun dress, her mouth opened up in awe. Then she noticed that I was starring at her crotch as she carried her basket of laundry towards the row of machines where I was sitting. In order to reach the machines she had to walk right in front of me and really, she couldn’t help but notice me staring at her as my eyes darted between her crotch and her erect nipples, and back again, even though she was still starring at my tits.

With my legs crossed, my sun dress only came to mid thigh–and fit tight enough to show the shape of the rest of my legs.

Passing right in front of me she finally tore her eyes away from my tits and gave my legs an approving look, then looked me straight in the eyes with an impish smile on her face, which gave me a bit of a thrill, I must say.

When she turned to go down the aisle looking for an empty machine. I pretended to go back to reading the magazine while continuing to watch her over the top of my magazine. And, luckily for me the machine right in front of me was empty as I had chosen the next two machines down.

So, lucky for me, she did stop at that first machine. Then with her back to me she bent over to set her basket of clothes down on the floor and with her shorts cut so short like they were, her butt cheeks poked out and winked at me.

Now, a little confession here. I had not had any sex since my husband left me two years ago. And with my own daughter living with me, I had not gotten into dating or bar hoping or anything. But, I have to admit, during times when my daughter wasn’t at home I got into the habit of looking at porn . . . yes, even lesbian porn which I’d grown to like better than the hetro stuff. Well, okay . . . so I masturbated to the stuff. A girl’s gotta have some fun in her life, doesn’t she?

So, what I’m trying to say is that I was really enjoying watching this cute young thing. Especially as she picked up items of clothing from her basket, tossed them into the machine, then bent back down to pick up another item . . . which each movement her butt cheeks flexed and seem to sneak their way out from under her shorts just a tad more with each bend over.

When she got near the bottom of her basket, she bent over further than ever before, her ass cheeks just Bornova travesti destroying her shorts . . . then, having sensed that I’d be watching her, she looked back between her legs and to catch me red handed (and red faced) “admiring” her butt cheeks. She smiled impishly at me again, with her cute little pigtails hanging down either side of her face . . . then she opened her mouth and extended her tongue out playfully.

I was wearing a sun dress which came to about mid thigh standing, but sitting down like I was with my legs crossed, I had a lot of leg showing. And it was obvious that she was looking which sent a nice thrill throughout my body. Since she seemed to be enjoying the view, I re-crossed my legs to give her a brief flash of panty. Which caused her tongue to flutter a little with a bit of a licking motion.

As she stood up with a pair of panties in hand, she turned around towards me but instead of tossing them into the machine she dropped them on the floor. “Ooops!” She giggled as she bent over to pick them up.

I suspected that she had dropped her panties right in front of me like that to give her another excuse to look up my skirt even more directly. So, I obliged by re-crossing my legs again . . . but this time much slower making sure that my thighs parted enough during the move to give her an even better shot of my panties as my dress slide a bit further up my thighs.

She slowly picked her panties up and stood back up, looking at me all the way. Then holding her panties out in front of her with the crotch part facing me . . . I couldn’t help but see that there were lipstick marks right on the crotch of her panties. And that sent hot thrills all through me body. A touch of dampness warmed my cunt, and my nipples also hardened against the thin material of my sun dress.

Then she turned facing the washing machine and now holding her panties close to her face with the crotch part facing her . . . she licked at the lipstick-covered crotch part!

Her eyes darted to the side to make sure I had been watching her. And, I was, wondering all the time who the lucky girl or woman was who had planted those lipstick marks on the crotch of her panties. With a giggle she tossed her panties into the washing machine, tossed the rest of her clothes in and started up the machine. Smiling at me, she came and took the chair just to my right. We were the only two people in the place at the time, so there were plenty of empty chairs she could have chosen to sit in . . . but she chose to sit right next to me. Not that I complained.

The smell of young girl filled my nostrils, my whole being . . . making me think naughty thoughts. Naughty thoughts about this sweet young thing, but also naughty thoughts about my own daughter! Yeah, I have to admit it. Some of the porn I’d gotten into included some of the mommy-daughter stuff which just really drove me into an alternate universe of total excitement and pleasure. And, yes, I’d even masturbated thinking about my very own daughter!

About that time my own clothes were done, so as she pulled out her cell phone to look at stuff on the internet, I got up to retrieve my clothes from the washer and put them in the dryer–aware all the time that she was watching me more than she was looking at her cell phone screen.

As I walked back to my seat she put her cell phone down between her legs and makes no attempt to hide the fact that she is watching the way my braless tits jiggle slightly with each step I took, and the way my hips and legs move under the thin material of my barely passed mid-thigh dress as I walked towards her. I smiled at her, and her face lit up. As I sat back down I crossed my legs again while making sure that the hem of my sundress rides up a bit further on my thighs than even before.

The little redheaded hottie placed her hand on my thigh saying, “ma’am you’ve really got nice, sexy legs. Do you work out?” She slid her hand down the inside of my thigh, then back to the top to feel my thigh muscle, then down the inside of my thigh. “I mean you’ve really got sexy legs.

“Well, thank you dear,” I said feeling myself get a little wetter. “Yeah, I do work out. A girl’s gotta stay in shape, you know.”

“Well, you’re doing a wonderful job of it, ma’am.” She kept fondling my leg.

“Thank you, I’m glad you appreciate it. But you’re the one whose got the nice sexy legs.” I placed my hand on her thigh and began fondling her leg like she was doing me. “So nice and smooth, and young girly.”

“Oh, thank you ma’am.” She giggled a bit and squirmed friskily in her chair.

“Speaking of sexy,” she said, “take a look at this.” She pulled her cell phone up from betwixt her legs and showed me the pic she’d pulled up out of the internet: A sexy woman in nothing but white panties . . . panties pulled so tight her camel toe showed obviously.

“Isn’t that hot?” she said. “I mean Bornova travestileri panties so tight we can see her friggin’ camel toe? Fuckin’ sexy or what?” She ran her index finger up between the girl’s thighs until it touched that sexy crease in her panties.

“Y-y-y-yeah,” I answered, my throat getting a little dry from nervous excitement, and a pussy that was getting increasingly wet. “It really is sexy . . . especially on her.”

“I’m so glad you like it too,” she said placing her hand back on my thigh as she raised her right butt cheek up to return her cell phone to her rear pocket. Then with a slight giggle she said, “In case you haven’t guessed, I’ve got a real panty fetish. I know, naughty little girl me.”

“Oh, don’t go worrying yourself about that,” I said, petting her thigh again. “It’s okay to have fetishes like that. Perfectly harmless. But, if you have such a panty fetish, why aren’t you wearing any?” I ran my hand up her thigh until reaching her shorts, then ran my index finger along the hem of her shorts coming dangerously close to her cunt. “I mean, those shorts of yours are cut so short, doesn’t look like there’s any room for panties up there.”

She giggled and squirmed in her seat in a way that caused her cunt to brush up against my finger. “Actually, my panty fetish applies only to when they’re being worn by other women. What about you? You wearing any panties?” She slid her hand bit further up my thigh the inside of my thigh.

Hell, she’d already seen mine when I flashed her, so already knew what I was wearing under my skirt. But, I was hot to see what game she was playing and what it could lead to, so I went alone. Smiling at her, I said, “Yeah, I’m wearing panties.”

“What color?” She slid her hand to the inside of my thigh, her little fingers now lightly grazing the leg hole of my panties.

“White.”

“Can I see them? Pretty please?”

“Sure, I guess.” I said with a giggle as I parted my thighs and lifted the hem of my skirt up to give her a full view . . . even though I knew that my wetness would show through.

She leaned over closer to me to get a closer look, while running her hand even further up the inside of my thigh. “Oh, wow! How sexy is that?” Sexy, sexy white panties.” Then with the palm of her hand caressing the very top of the inside of my thigh, she looks me in the eye and says “Can I touch ’em, pretty please?”

“Y-y-y-yes, I guess so, if that’s what you wanna do.”

“Oh, do I ever.” Then, licking her lips, her hands were all over my crotch, feeling every part of my panties that her hand could reach. while she kept saying “sexy, sexy, sexy.”

And my panties kept getting wetter and wetter.

With the palm of her hand now clamped directly over my mound covering my wetness, her thumb teased my by now very erect clit tenting my panties.

“God, this is so hot,” she said, squirming in her seat almost as if she were trying to fuck her shorts. “I could almost cream in my shorts.”

“Me too,” I said with a giggle. “I mean in my panties, you’re making me feel so naughty.”

“So, tell me ma’am, do you ever look at porn?”

“Y-y-y-yeah.” It was difficult for me to admit it to another person. I’d always thought of it like a private thing . . . a very private thing. “Some of the time.”

“Oh, me too. All the time. And I especially love the girl-girl stuff. What about you? Do you like the girl-girl stuff too?”

“Y-y-y-yeah.” This little hottie was bringing out the best worst of me. “I have to admit I even enjoy masturbating to it.”

“Friggin’ hot. Y’know, my most favorite porn of all is the mommy-daughter stuff. It makes me so friggin’ hot. You can’t believe. I mean its so squishy good. I always cum to that stuff.” She squirmed in her seat now even harder leaving little doubt she was trying to masturbate her cunt against those tight shorts.

And, still playing with my own cunt and clit through my panties making me wetter than hell, she asked, “so do you ever masturbate to the mommy-daughter stuff like I do?”

“Y-y-y-yeah.” I couldn’t believe that I was admitting to this stuff to this stranger, but this girl and her antics were making me so hot and wet I couldn’t help myself. Somehow, my finger, still teasing the hem of her short shorts . . . lightly caressed one of her puffy pussy lips peaking out from her shorts.

“Oh, yeah! Nice, nice, nice.” Now, since we both know we both love the mommy-daughter stuff . . . can I call you mommy?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said with another light giggle.

With her hand still between my legs rubbing my cunt, and her thumb driving my clit crazy though my panties . . . She looked me close in the eye and with a very pleading look on her face, and a very pleading voice she said, “Mommy, mommy, can I lick your sexy, sexy panties? Pretty please, mommy, I’d love that so very much. It’d make me so friggin’ hot.”

“I Travesti bornnova bet your mommy’d love that,” I said. “But first let me see if you have the tongue for the job. Stick it out for me. Show mommy what kind of a tongue you’ve got.”

“See?” She said, and slid her tongue out of her mouth all the way to the bottom of her chin.

“Ummmmmnice,” I said drawing my face close to hers. I stuck my own tongue out to lightly tease it with the tip of mine.

That was all the encouragement she needed. This frisky little hottie climbed all over me, straddling my thigh with hers, and her hands on my tits, fondling, she mashed her mouth to mine and fucked her tongue all the way in. I played with her erect T-shirt tenting nipples while we face fucked. She began humping her crotch against my leg while eating my face out.

I broke off the torrid kissing and said, “whoa! We’d better finish this in the wash room before someone comes in and calls the cops on us.”

“Thought you’d never ask,” she said with a giggle. “Race you.”

And so, with my clothes in the dryer, and her clothes on spin cycle, we dashed to the back of the laundrymat where the restroom was. She beat me, and held the door open for me. Saying, “after you, mommy.” As I entered she gave my butt a playful slap, then pulled the door shut behind her and locked it. She turned to face me as I held my arms out toward her. She dived in burying her face into my tits, sucking off my aching nipples right through my sun dress while her hands played with my ass, and my hands fondled her ass.

Next thing I knew, she was squatting down before me, fondling my legs, kissing and licking her way up until she had her lovely little head up under my skirt.

And then she was not just licking my panties, but sucking and munching like crazy, and just taking my breath away. I tugged frantically at my aching nipples.

“Ummmmmfuckkkk!” I moaned as my hips took on a life of their own and fucked my cunt back and forth into her loving face. She had me so fried, it didn’t take me long to cum. But she acted like she never wanted to come up for air, as she stayed down there, head up my skirt, face mashed against my panties like she was trying to suck up every drop of my cum through my panties. I could feel her breathing down there as if she were trying to inhale all of my womanliness.

I reached down to pull her back up. “Here, sweetie. Come, let mommy give you a nice kiss for that. And, with that I mashed my mouth to hers and basically ate her face out. Tasting my own cum all over her lips, tongue, and inside her mouth while she played with my tits made me hot all over again. Finally, I said, “now sweetie it’s mommy’s turn. Mommy wants to return the favor. Mommy wants a taste of ginger.”

I squatted down before her kissing, licking, and fondling her young girl’s legs, moving up until I reached her crotch. I kissed and licked all over the crotch of her shorts until that little strip of denim covering most of her cunt was sopping wet. By then she had unbuttoned her shorts, so I yanked them down off her ass and hips and pulled them down to her ankles. As I began licking her wet little slit she stepped out of her shorts and to give me more room to work she draped one leg over my shoulder and leaned her body back against the door.

I began rubbing my nose against her naked, exposed clit while fucking my tongue into her cunt. The tangy taste of her hot, wet, girl sex goo danced an Irish jig all over my tongue, and went straight to my own pussy causing it to gush more hot wetness as well. And made me as horny, my cunt craving the same treatment I was giving her–even though she had just made me cum in my panties. As I licked and ate her out I glanced up to see she was tugging furiously on her erect nipples, just as I had done. Seeing her enjoyment drove me to please her all the harder with my mouth on her cunt, and my nose on her clit, and my hands fondling her ass.

“Fuckin’ A, mommy, yessssss, do it. God this is fuckin’ hot!”

She started squeaking as she fucked her cunt harshly into my face, almost loosing her balance on that one leg. But I held on firmly to her butt, pulling, helping to mash her crotch into my face. Then, her loud squeaks softened to quiet whimpers as she came all over my face. I licked and sucked up as much of her nectar as I could, then I stood back up into her embrace.

“Oh, mommy!” She said as we kissed, her tongue wasting no time in tasting herself all over my face, and deep inside my mouth making me hot has fuck again.

But, unfortunately, our laundry called. So she pulled her short, shorts back up, and we both tried to make ourselves look as presentable as possible in case someone else had entered the laundarymat while we were . . . uh . . . busy.

Sure enough, another lady had already started her laundry and was sitting reading a magazine. She gave us a funny look when we both exited the restroom together.

Tiffany’s (I had learned the young girl’s name by then) wash had finished the spin cycle and was ready for the dryer. I helped her load her clothes in the dryer, then we found a couple of seats far away from the other lady so we could talk.

((To be continued)).

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