Doing Laundry

I had just finished toiling over my dirty clothes at the laundromat,
and had piled my stuff together to take home. I live only a few blocks
away, and usually walk when it is as nice outside as it was last night.

I must have looked like I was overloaded, carrying my laundry, because
a car pulled over next to me. “Do you want a ride?” said the girl
behind the seat of the purple VW Bug. Well, who am I to say no, right?
So I got in her car. “Thanks,” I said, not thinking of much else
appropriate at the time. She said, “I’m Andrea–where are we going?”

I gave her my address and of course within moments we had arrived.
Andrea asked if she could help carry anything. Well, it seemed to me
like she was already carrying herself really well. Pretty face, sandy
blond hair, a white t-shirt and denim mini-skirt, she looked pretty
nice. But, who am I to say no, right? So she carried a few of my
shirts.

Walking up the stairs, I could have sworn I didn’t see any panties
under- neath her skirt, not that I was looking or anything.
Hmmmm…… Well, we got into my apartment and she set my stuff down.
“There you go.” Not thinking of much else to say at the moment, but
wanting to leave things open, I said, “Thanks. What can I do to thank
you?”

Well, if her nipples swelling under her t-shirt weren’t enough of a
give- away, she said, “I’m sure you can think of something.” And with
that her eyes made their way down to my crotch. This having been
laundry night, I was just wearing a t-shirt and running
shorts….shorts that by now weren’t doing a very good job of
concealing a hard-on. As her eyes returned to mine, she suddenly
embraced me with a passionate kiss. As her tounge probed my mouth, I
thought again, well, who am I to say no, right? This might be fun.
And I return the thought with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. As
my hands wandered her body, I discovered quickly that my earlier
observation had been correct–no underwear of any form. This girl had
obviously had something in mind when she stopped her car. Fine with
me.

Soon I had removed what clothes she was wearing, and stopped to admire
her 36C breasts with huge nipples. The rest of her body was mighty
nice, too. I really wanted to suck her breasts, but she stopped me to
remove my clothes first. Well, that didn’t take long either. And so
there I was, standing in my apartment totally naked with a girl I had
met just 10 minutes before. She was obviously studying my body, too.
“Jewish, huh?” she asked, my circumsized cock being probably the last
clue anyone needs to figure that out about me. “Yup.” Andrea replied,
“Well, I hope my pussy is kosher, then!” With that, she dragged me to
the bed, and motioned for me to lay down. Who am I to say no?

She immediately mounted my face with her lucious pussy. I eagerly
started to suck on her clitoris and anything else my tounge could
reach. I lifted my hands up to feel her breasts, and they were as nice
as I thought. Very perky. Andrea started moaning, and started rubbing
her clit as I ate her pussy. But as hot as I was, I wanted equal
treatment. “Eat me” I commanded. So Andrea flipped around into 69
position, and immediately engulfed my six inches. Nobody had ever deep
throated me like she was doing before, and it certainly was a turn-on
for both of us. I worried for a second that my slimy neighbor would
hear our moans of passion and call the cops. But thoughts of the
beautiful love box on my mouth brought me back to the more important
reality of the situation.

Soon Andrea’s moans got louder, and I knew it was time. With two
words, she verified my thoughts: “Fuck me!” Fine with me

I got a condom out of my drawer (”Ribbed for her pleasure”), and
quickly rolled it on. A few last laps at her snatch, and I was ready.
She got back on the bed, and I teased her for a few seconds by not
quite entering her. This got me a few moans, and the next time I
started in I was forced from behind. This got a few moans from _both
of us_.

I thrusted deeply and quickly, and soon Andrea was obviously nearing
orgasm. I started to nibble her ear, and this sent her over. Her moans
were almost screams, and I was sure everyone else in the building could
hear us now. Boy, was I going to get some looks! And almost as quickly
as her first orgasm subsided, she seemed to be building another. It
was time for me as well, though Andrea’s second seemed to be more
important to her at the moment, the way her nails were digging into my
back. And as she finished, she commanded “Now”, so I did. And
suddenly, with one last thrust, it was over.

After a few minutes of recovery, Andrea got up and put on what clothes
she had with her. She wrote down her phone number, and said, “Next
time you do laundry, give me a call!”