Laundromat Loving - A short Story of Eroticism

On a hot steamy summer Thursday night I entered the laundromat around the corner from my apartment building, on the news early it was advised that everyone should stay indoors and keep hydrated because of the high heat index. It was hot and I became sweaty from the heat circulating from the hot air dryers and the rumbling sounds of washing machines. As I looked around there were two giant fans blowing hot air, and sitting on a folding table was a vision of loveliness, exquisite and delightful beauty beyond compare, a Queen, a Goddess. She had the face of Oshun, the body of an amazon, skin so tender and smooth that it looked like it was made out of shea butter. She was wearing a strapless summer dress with paisley prints and a pair of white classic Reebox sneakers. I could also tell that she was not wearing any underwear, “very kinky” I thought to myself. Her soft beautiful skin was glistening from the light sweat emitting a radiant glow. She was sitting fanning herself with a copy of Vibe magazine, with Janet Jackson naked on the front cover. I approached her and started up some casual conversation, she looked at me and licked her lips in a subtle manner. She was trying to hide her excitement, but I peeped that. I was wearing a sleeveless cotton basketball jersey, showing my huge guns and khaki cargo shorts with flip flops, my bow leg stance was strong and sexually intimidating.
      
Standing close to her I could smell the sweet scent of her perfume, “Issey Miyake” I said. She placed her nose on my neck and took a deep breath, “Issey Miyake” she said, as we both looked into each others eyes and smiled. Her lips looked so soft and moist, her eyes alluring, hypnotic, very sensual and had a certain je ne sais qua about them. My thoughts began to race, the strong sexual attraction was undeniable, as we stared face to face. I had a vision of her grabbing my cock and pushing it inside of her erogenous zone until it touches the tip of her cervix as her body began to heave and her eyes rolled backward with her mouth open releasing soft and squeamish sounds. Sweet cries of Kizomba rhythmic  ecstasy, resonating in my ears as I begin to shiver. She asked “what are you thinking about?” Snapping me out of my lucid wet daydream. Caught like a deer in headlights I divulged my ever so erotic dream and to my surprise she responded saying, “I was thinking the exact same thing.”
      
So knowing this, I place one hand around her neck and the other around her waist and held her tightly pulling her against me and indulged myself tasting her sweet lips, licking the inside of her mouth and gently sucking her tongue. She wrapped her legs around my waist and with two hands unzipped my zipper and slowly pulled out my cock. Prying her lips off of mine, she bit her lips and with a happy smirk said “the way you were standing I knew you had an enormous cock”. She lifted the front of her dress and proceeded to slide my rock hard cock inside of her. I teased her by only allowing the head to reach just far enough inside to make her melt. She was feeling so moist, so wet, and juicy, she placed her head against my chest and with all the strength she could muster pulled me far, deep inside of her. She screamed as she felt the fullness of my manhood inside of her. She placed one arm around my neck and the other on the folding table and lifted herself up as I thrust hard furthering my length into her until my entire love-joy was buckled against the further most depth of her stomach. I was pressed up against her cervix, reaching a dead end, yet I began to push harder as if I believed that I could squeeze through the tiny opening to enter into her fallopian tubes. I literally wanted her to feel me in her chest. She tried to stifle her scream by putting her mouth on my broad shoulder, biting it, but it did not seem to help. It sounded so good that my almost knees gave way, and I was feeling ecstatic, becoming filled with excitement.
      
Her entire body started to tremble, I could feel her mouth shivering, the whimpering sound of her warm moist breath, her eyes wide opened and her lips trembled seductively. I pulled out abruptly and said to her, before I give you these long whining deep strokes to make your body surrender to the feelings of capitol punishment, pain and pleasure. You are a Queen and as a king it is customary that I taste that which is gloriously ripped and sweet. As I looked around to ensure that we were alone, I pulled a chair and sat so that my head was in perfect position to maximize the effect of giving her cunnilingus. I lifted her dress and her pussy looked so beautiful, clean shaving and phat, her clitoris was enormously perfect for licking and sucking. Her pussy was covered with wetness, her lips were dark chocolate and deliciously delectable. I began to trace my tongue up the inside of her succulent golden thighs, softly sucking in random places making slurping and smacking sounds with my mouth. She began to wale and moan is sweet ecstasy, I placed my tongue at the bottom of her juicy sweetness and collect a small puddle of her juice on the tip of my tongue, then proceeded to lick slowly upwards ending at her clit then down again. I repeated this motion a few time then I began to suck on her lips, gently stretching them as far as I could one at a time, then placing them together in my mouth sucking gently while my tongue penetrates her vagina. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably, her breathing became erratic and acute, with one hand placed behind my neck, she shoved my tongue inside of her, slowly she began to grind, I licked her walls in a circular motion. Hmmm’ if there ever is a thing sweeter than honey it is her I thought to myself.
      
Her voice, the moans, the soft whimpering sounds, the heavy breathing, and the squeamish screams made my cock so hard that I began to get wet. I started sucking on her butt checks and rubbing her nipples. As I look up and she looked down, our eyes met and smiled intensely. She began to beg for my cock but all I can think about is sucking on her big beautiful delicious looking clit. At this point her punanny was so wet that her dress and the spot where her ass rested was soaked. I made sure my mouth was filled with saliva and place it on her clit, then licking long and slow from the bottom all the way up to her clitoris again. Licking softly then in a wave motion with heavy pressure in an erratic mixture of which I can only describe as a violent tongue lashing with delightful rewards. I place two finger inside of her, gentle massaging her G spot and in a matter of seconds her moans turn into screams of blissful passion, her breathing became excessively heavy, like an angry person, her body moved from side to side aggressively, she slapped the folding table with a loud thump. I could feel the tension building to it’s apex, her clitoris became swollen and hard, her back deeply arched as her legs spread wider and her heels lifted upwards, her feet resting on her big toes. At this point I knew she was about to climax, so I attempted to move my head out of the way, but she was grabbing my head firmly pressed between her shaking legs, it was too late, she exploded, expelling, squirting out her sweet liquid into my awaiting mouth and down my throat. It felt warm as if she had pee’d, but it was not urine, it was her first female ejaculation experience as I would find out in a later conversation. I literally felt like I was being water boarded, which I have seen demonstrations on Youtube. As the fluid hit my stomach hard I felt a slight tummy ache but still I continue to beat her clitoris with my tongue licking ever so lightly.
      
I ceased and removed my head as I watched her lay on the folding table, her entire extremities violent shaking, trembling, convulsing, she was still having orgasms. Her body was rhythmically dancing, hervoluptuous breast parading in front of me. I gently rubbed her hips, her tummy, playing with her face and hair, rubbing my thumb around her soft lips. Finally she settled, her eyes look extremely weary, she took a few heavy breaths and said she felt dizzy and that she actually saw stars, even with her eyes open she was still seeing flashes of lights all around her. Albert Kings Laundromat Blues can be faintly heard playing in the background. The classic blues song was coming from the vintage white antenna radio in the unattended clerk’s station. I felt at that moment the song was a tribute to us, cause man, I felt good and she felt fantastic. We were going to miss our lil erotic love session. I knew from now on, that every time I walked passed this laundromat I was going to have a serious case of laundromat blues for some more of her laundromat loving.
    
After a few minutes passed, we fixed ourselves and made plans for her to spend the weekend at my place, then suddenly the Laundromat door opened and a young woman entered with two small children, her eyes met ours in a stare which was held for a few seconds and in a rude tone she said “what the fuck y’all looking at” we both looked at each other simultaneously and said “NOTHING” proceeded by a loud laugh.