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                                          Laundomat Encounter - 1
                      George didn't look like a young Paul Newman, or even like
                          Robert Redford. George just looked like George.
                      Not bad looking, but not good looking either. His face was
                    not one to turn a girl's head from across the room. But then
                   again, it was a nice face. Nothing extraordinary, but at least
                                       it didn't stop clocks.
                    George was no Rudolph Valentino either. His love life sucked.
                   Not that he didn't try, he did. He tried all the time. But his
                      success with the female gender usually approached zero.
                     His body was fair, tending to put on an extra pound, but not
                                 to the point of being chubby, yet.
                              George's problem was meeting the fair sex.
                      He'd tried everything, and nothing seemed to work for him.
                  Everyone else he knew was screwing left and right, and George's
                     only fucking was his handy right hand. Not that he minded
                   jacking off, as a matter of fact, he loved it, was good at it,
                      practiced at least twice a day, and built some very good
                   fantasy's while pulling on his cock. But it was still not near
                                         as good as a girl.
                       George was an automotive sales clerk at a national parts
                  chain, and didn't meet any ladies where he worked, not counting
                     his boss's wife, the bookkeeper, who's name was Thelma and
                   weighed at least 350 pounds. Thelma had rolls of fat standing
                    on top of rolls of fat and also had two hairs growing from a
                     mole at the side of her jaw that wiggled when she talked.
                     Thelma liked George, and liked to bend over showing him the
                    cleavage between her pillow sized breasts, but George wasn't
                   interested in fucking her. Too dangerous with her husband the
                                      boss, and too much fat.
                       George spent his time in the shopping mall book stores,
                    looking at the shelves of the self-improvement books, buying
                     those that caught his fancy, hoping to find the secret of
                                     meeting and fucking girls.
                      Most of the books were a waste of his money and time, but
                                     George had a lot of time.
                      The books said that if you wanted to meet girls that were
                     interested in doing what you wanted to do, then go to the
                   places that shared a mutual interest. George was interested in
                   fucking, and he didn't know where to go to find the girls that
                               were also interested in fucking, too.
                      The bars and cocktail lounges made George feel very ill at
                  ease. Everyone there seemed to have more than a normal mouthful
                     of teeth, and they laughed and smiled at nothing and every
                   thing. Everyone else seemed very confident that they belonged
                      in the lounges, and George was well aware that he didn't
                                              belong.
                    George was also shy. No small talk to speak of, unable to kid
                     his way through a conversation with a new lady, his bright
                    remarks just sounded silly when he finally opened his mouth.
                   His female barside companion would loose interest and turn to
                  talk to the football star looking fellow on her other side, and
                        George would watch them leave the lounge arm in arm.
                       George knew they were off to a rousing sexual encounter,
                     while he sucked on his scotch and water, hating the taste,
                  feeling it lay there in his belly, fumes rising. The worst part
                  was the going home alone, drunk, room spinning until he put one
                          foot from the bed to the floor to stop the spin.
                    George went to concerts, football games, the dog races, horse
                   races, flea markets, and any place else that people gathered,
                   to meet that special someone that would take him home and fuck
                                          his brains out.
                      George didn't want a relationship, George wanted to fuck.
                  In a relationship, George would have to take his girlfriend out
                   sometimes, and buy her presents on her birthday, and remember
                   the anniversary of when they met and all that crap, and all he
                                   really wanted to do was fuck.
                      He even stooped so low as to ask Thelma if she knew a nice
                                        girl he could meet.
                     Thelma said he didn't need a nice girl, he needed a girl to
                     screw, and the hairs wiggled when she laughed at him, deep
                    shadows between the huge breasts shaking with her laughter.
                                     Thelma was a bawdy bitch.
                    George hated the weekends, Sunday being the worst. Except for
                    the fat paper, he had nothing to do on Sunday, and worst of
                                     all, nobody to do it with.
                     Saturday night late, almost Sunday morning, George was bored
                            with the TV, feeling cabin fever setting in.
                    Saturday night was shit night for TV. Nothing but old movies,
                    seen many times, and the comedy's with canned laughter, and
                     George didn't feel lke laughing, he felt like screwing. He
                  wanted his dick deep into some warm hairy snatch, wet up to his
                    balls, his face pressed deeply into a pair of firm breasts,
                                      fucking his brains out.
                    Moving from the shower, drops splattering the bathroom floor,
                  hunting for a clean towel, then into the bedroom closet to find
                                           a clean shirt.
                       Of the three hanging on the closet bar, all worn before,
                    George sniffed at the armpits. Sour, old perspiration odors.
                     "Jesus, that takes the cake," George muttered, "Before I can
                         find something to fuck, I've got to wash clothes."
                     Not that George had ever found anything to fuck when he went
                   out looking for pussy.  On the contrary. The only fuck George
                   had ever had in his life, was paid for. A prostitute that had
                     propositioned George in a bar, and had complained bitterly
                     while he was fucking her that he was taking up all of her
                   time, and wasn't he done yet because she had other customers.
                      He had never had a girlfriend, unless you counted Liz, who
                   in the seventh grade asked George to go steady. It had lasted
                    three weeks, and then Liz asked some body else to go steady.
                    Digging through the overfilled hamper, George knew every last
                     piece of clothing, except his grey slacks needed washing.
                       Filling a plastic garbage sack with the soiled clothing,
                    picking up the old socks scattered around the bed, clutching
                      the garbage bag in one hand, George wandered through his
                    apartment gathering shirts from the living room, shorts from
                  the dining room, and dish towels from the kitchen, stuffing the
                                         garbage bag full.
                    House keeping wasn't really George's thing. Hell, nobody ever
                      came over to see him anyway, so why keep the place neat?
                       He pulled the grey slacks over his naked rump, no clean
                   shorts. Slid his sockless feet into his leather jogging shoes.
                      Pulled his only clean tee shirt (the one with Mickey Mouse
                  holding up one hand, purchased at the flea market, and one size
                  too big for him) over his shoulders and head, George filled his
                    pockets with change, a comb, car keys, wallet, and reaching
                   into the drawer, added a pack of rubbers, just in case, to his
                                           shirt pocket.
                     George was on his fifth pack of rubbers, had never used any,
                     but wore out the packages carrying them around, until the
                              contents became gummy in the Miami heat.
                     George glanced at his watch as he pulled into the lot by the
                     washermat, calculating time. A half hour if he used three
                   washers to clean his clothes, another half hour to forty five
                    minutes to dry. It would be after two a.m. when he finished.
                      George fed dollar bills into the changer, quarters into the
                     soap machine, and quarters into the washers, stuffing his
                         clothes into the three white machines carelessly.
                     "You really ought to wash the white's in one machine and the
                                        dark's in another."
                                            George looked.
                      A tousled haired, undersized, gamin. Blonde curls spraying
                  from her head, tight Gloria Vanderbuilt jeans and a lumber jack
                   plaid shirt smiling with her mouth but eyes frowning, standing
                   with one hand casually on her hip, was inspecting the contents
                                          of his washers.
                                           "You work here?"
                     "No, but I wash here when my washer at home is on the blink,
                  and it is tonight, and your clothes won't come clean if you mix
                                    the dark's and the white's."
                    She didn't look like she had any tits at all, but then again,
                  with that lumber jack shirt that was way too big for her slight
                        body, it was hard to tell. But, her face was pretty.
                       George resigned himself to pulling his clothing from the
                   machines and piling up whites and darks in two piles, and the
                          ones he wasn't too sure about in the third pile.
                      "If you're going to wash that shirt, you'd better take the
                     matches out of your top pocket," indicating with feminine
                            pointed finger tip, the packet of rubbbers.
                                 "They arn't matches, I don't smoke."
                      Her head cocked, "They look like matches, the pack is the
                       same size as matches, whatever could it be if it's not
                                             matches?"
                     George's adam's apple moved, wondering if she knew what was
                                         inside the packet.
                                    "It's just something for men."
                     "Could't it also be something for women too, with lubricated
                     tips?" She giggled, flirting with him and then moved away.
                       George watched her body sway, ass moving fluidly as she
                      walked across the washermat to another washing machine,
                     wondering if she really had guessed the packet's contents.
                     She bent over, stiff backed, across the tiled floor, putting
                    her clothes into the front loading washer, jeans moulding to
                    her trim ass. Almost heart shaped, an upside down heart, her
                   ass waved at him across the room. George's cock jumped inside
                   his loose slacks. Raising like a cobra seeking a victim, head
                   flaring like a cobra hood, throbbing in his slacks, demanding
                                          to be let loose.
                     George had visions of standing behind her, sliding his prick
                    into the sweet wet cavern, holding on to those slim rounded
                         hips as he slipped his pounding prick up her cunt.

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                      He turned away, fantasy building, his cock leaping to his
                   heart beat, almost feeling her softness surrounding his prick.
                   Sorting clothes aimlessly while he visioned the sweaty feel of
                    her buttocks pressed to his groin, his hands cupping her ass
                    while he plunged and dug his hefty cock between the clefted
                                         cheeks of her ass.
                                "You want to put yours in with mine?"
                     George's head whipped back. Visions of her soft voice asking
                          him to slip his prick up inside her soft snatch.
                                               "What?"
                       "I said, do you want to put your clothes in with mine? I
                         have a light load here, do you have a heavy load?"
                     George's mind spun, his lips tightened. His mind wanting to
                     tell her just how heavy his load was, and that it was any
                   heavier, his balls would be hanging to his knees, the size of
                                            grapefruit.
                                "Well, do you want to do it, or not?"
                     Of course he wanted to do it. Gawd, how he wanted to do it.
                        His cock thudded inside his slacks, seeking freedom.
                    Head nodded weakly as she pulled a small batch of very female
                  lingerie to pile it on top of the machine.  Lace around the leg
                   bands, wisps of material that wouldn't hide anything. Panties
                       sprawled over the antiseptic white top of the washer.
                      "We'll put our things together, and they'll be done at the
                                            same time."
                    George's eyes devoured the soft pile of panties, brassiere's,
                   and other very female silky, wispy scraps of clothing that had
                  hidden her very secret places.  A soft curly hair, light brown,
                  almost blonde, clung to the crotch band of one pair of panties,
                  woven into the sliky fabric like some perverse weaver had spent
                   a pleasant moment sliding the curly spring to engage the warp
                                and woof of the silkworm's product.
                     His initial thoughts of no tits, changed. Her tits were very
                   obviously there, and the still rounded brassiere's pouches of
                        lust lying next to his shorts, implied the fullness.
                    She flipped open the top of the washer as George gathered his
                                     shorts with her lingerie.
                     Her head turned away, and George moved his head to sniff the
                    fragrance of her panties, heady aroma of healthy female. His
                   cock lurched and George felt the beginnings of a juicy flow of
                    lubrication juice slipping from the hole in his flare headed
                                               cock.
                       Dumping the lingerie into the washer, George watched her
                   bending to add the soap, her lumber jack shirt splitting down
                     the front, swelling breasts and dark cleft between almost
                   exposed at the angle his eyes used, even standing on tip toes
                  to peer further down the secret opening, glimpsing, or thinking
                   he was glimpsing the beginning of a soft pink nipple until she
                                closed the gap by straightening up.
                      George fed his quarters to the machine, which burped, and
                     ground into motion. Thumping away in sexual rhythm, mixing
                           George's boxer shorts with the wispy lingerie.
                             "We didn't introduce ourselves, I'm Linda."
                                              "George."
                     George felt her soft palm snuggle into his as she shook his
                  hand briefly, the contact bringing his cobra into spitting more
                    venom on the inside of George's grey slacks, while the cobra
                    hood pressed against the confining fabric, bulging out in a
                     horizontal tent, and incidently leaking the spermy liquid
                     oozing through his trousers in a spreading circular stain.
                          "Anything else to wash?" Her eyes noting the tent.
                             "I can't wash these, they're all I have on."
                         "Nothing under?" her eyes moving to the front of his
                    trousers, noting the spreading stain and the material moving
                         with thudding heartbeats beneath the thin fabric.
                                                "No."
                      "I don't suppose you'd like to go in the restroom and take
                             them off, and I could wash them for you?" 
                            "I'd have to stay there until they were dry."
                     "You could go into a stall, and I could come in and talk to
                                               you."
                                         "I don't think so."
                    "Now look here, you have a stain on your pants, and they need
                   washing, and you need somebody to take care of you, now go on
                         in there and take off your pants like a good boy."
                     Inside the stall, George removed his pants, standing in his
                  shoes and shirt, feeling foolish as he handed his trousers over
                                         the top to Linda.
                      Moments later, sitting on the stool, George heard the door
                                   open again and Linda's voice.
                               "They're in the washer with my undies."
                                               "Good."
                      George could see Linda through the crack by the latch, his
                     cock standing from his lap, straining to get at the girl.
                   Moving his head, George could see her slim figure moving, past
                    the narrow crack in the door jamb as she began talking about
                                 her washer at home breaking down.
                      His fantasy started building. Linda, overheated with lust,
                   desiring his body, wanting to jump on his bones, removing her
                   lumberjack shirt, breasts standing and bobbling on her chest,
                                   nipples puckered at attention.
                      Linda tugging and pulling at the tight jeans, drawing them
                    over the curves of her hips to bare the thatch of pussy hair
                     between her legs. His hand curled around his cock, slowly
                   masturbating as his eyes watched her, hearing only patches of
                           her voice as his fantasy of fucking her grew.
        "... thing went out again, and the repairman can't come out and fix it until........"
                     His hand slipped faster and faster, oozing liquid beginning
                    to run over the clefted glans and make his fingers slippery.
                    He tuned out her voice, fantasy over reality, imagining the
                     feeling of running his fingers over the full curve of her
                  thigh, sliding into that sweel little honey pocket of her cunt.
                       "... had to come here or else I wouldn't have any clean
                             panties for work Monday, and I have ....."
                               The feeling of intense pleasure growing.
                         ".. are you doing in there? You're breathing funny!"
                           George stopped stroking, fantasy fading quickly.
                                "Just listening to you talk, was all."
                                      "It didn't sound like it."
                                            "Well, I was."
                       A couple of tenative strokes, and then back to a steady
                   movement up and down the length of his hard prick, jacking off
                   and listening to her voice, the fantasy building again, trying
                                   to control his rasping breath.
                       "... said that I ought to go out more, but it seems that
                              everybody that I meet is either ......."
                     George's hand moved to slide the slippery oozing lubricating
                   juice to coat the entire head of his dong, so that his fingers
                           could slip over the swelling knob even faster.
                     "I wonder what she'd do if I opened the door and invited her
                        in?" Fantasy at white hot energy level, warp eight.
                     His balls swelled, George feeling the hot sperm shooting up
                  the narrow channel, as he leaned back harder against the raised
                     top lid of the toilet, his feet braced on the floor, body
                   stiffening as he readied his cock in one hand to shoot his hot
                                          spermy contents.
                      Freezing, seeing Linda's face pressed to the crack in the
                   door, peering in with one eye as his prick spurted hot silver
                      liquid in pulsing rhythm to his still milking movements.
                       Her eye centerd at the crack, peering in neersightedly,
                     making out his fist curled around his pounding prick, hand
                    clutching as the liquid spurted in ropy strings from the end
                            of his cock to splatter in the cement floor.
                        "You bastard, you're jacking off in there, arn't you?"
                            "Well, just a little bit. You made me horny."
                     "I was going to take you home with me and screw you, and you
                    bastard, you jacked off instead. You'd rather jack off than
                                             fuck me?"
                      George heard the bathroom door slam, sitting naked on the
                                pot, feeling very foolish, waiting.
                      Unrolling six sheets of paper, George wiped the end of his
                   wet prick, annoyed when the paper stuck to his cock, cementing
                   the coarse cheap paper to the soft skin of his prick with the
                                    sticky residue of his sperm.
                       "Whatever possesed me to jack off like that?"  Silently.
                        George's mind backed up, rear bumber lights flashing,
                   reviewing his action in the john, pumping his prick to orgasm
                     while Linda stood outside, talking. Thinking about what it
                     would be like to fuck her, instead of trying to fuck her.
                                               Stupid!
                     And she'd said she was going to take him home and fuck him.
                               The bathroom door flew open with a bang.
                      "Your goddamn clothes are in the dryer, here's your pants,
                                    thanks for a nice evening."
                    Anger and frustration in her voice as the door slammed again,
                   his grey trousers sailing over the top of the door, falling on
                    George's head, draping foolishly, still warm from the dryer,
                                     but damp at the belt line.
                      He didn't know what to say, sitting silent and miserable.
                     He could almost hear her telling her girlfriends at work the
                   story of this guy jerking off in the toilet, and hearing them
                   laugh. Visualizing several pretty girls gathered around Linda,
                      giggling at the antics of a clod jerking off instead of
                                             screwing.
                       Dressed again, the washermat empty, Gerorge gathered his
                    clean, dry, warm laundry, filling the crumpled garbage bag,
                      noting Linda's clothes, and Linda had both disappeared.
                     Driving back to the apartment, his dick itched, irritated by
                                  the still clinging toilet paper.
          CONTINUED......................................................................
                                                  
                                                  
                                   
                                                  
                                                  


 

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