Dirty Laundry

Living in a cheap apartment did have its drawbacks. One such thing was doing laundry. Either the machines in your building didn't work right, they were always busy, or they simply charged too much. Fortunately for me there was a laundry mat in a strip mall just a few block away. I usually brought a book to read or just waited patiently. One summer afternoon I was doing my laundry on a Tuesday. It wasn't usually that busy on those days. It was just me, a single mom with her crying kid, and a lady behind the counter to help make change for the machines. I noticed this attractive woman walk in with a large basket of clothing come in. She scoped the room and chose to put her stuff into a washer near me.

We exchanged a polite smile as she began to fill up a few washing machines. As she went to put clothes into a third washer, I spoke up and warned her that the particular washing machine she was putting clothes in wasn't very good and I pointed out a better one. She took her clothes out and put them in the one I had pointed to. Once she got them started, she sat down across from me. The woman had her dark hair up with a several hairs out of place, she had a pretty face, nice dark eyes, and a cute smile. She wore a baggy sweatshirt and sweat pants. She looked around and at me. I acted like I was reading my book but I was stuck on the same page as I checked her out. Then she asked me what I was reading, even though she saw the title of my book. I put the book down and we began talking. Her name was Sherry. Her demeanor and tone shifted as I shared my laundry tips to her. I told her the best dryers were and pointed to a fee more washing machines that were good too. We talked about movies we liked and what we did for fun. We kept the conversation light and not too personal. It was nice to chat with Sherry and helped to make the time fly by. My stuff finished first and so I thanked her for talking to me. Sherry asked if I might be back here at the same time next week and we agree to meet again. I packed up and left.

I really wasn't sure if she was being nice and didn't give it much thought until that following week. I got there and Sherry was a no show. I had hoped she wee there to make laundry a bit more fun. I brought a book as back up and just read while waiting. I was packing up my clothes when Sherry arrived. She immediately came over to me and apologized. I found it nice of her to do so but it wasn't necessary. Sherry looked much more put together this time. Her hair was down and she had on makeup. She even wore jeans, that fit her nicely and a tight fitted top which was low cut that showed off some cleavage. Sherry saw I was about to leave and asked if I would like to get some coffee with her. Being a dense nineteen year old, I told her I didn't drink coffee. I told her I had to go and I left. I drove back to my apartment and unpacked my clothes.

As I unpacked, I began to realize that Sherry had made an effort to do something with me. I thought maybe she was just looking to make a new friend. I was kicking myself. I decided to head back to the laundry mat. I saw Sherry sitting just staring at the drying machines. I walked up to her an apologized for leaving her. Sherry was happy to see me and I sat down putting a chair between us. We started talking about the weather and how hot it was. I didn't listens well as I should of been because I thought how attractive she looked. Then Sherry said seomthing, I didn't really hear her and just nodded in agreement. Sherry smiled and asked again, "You must live close by the laundry mat?" I shook out of my brain fog and told her I lived just a few blocks away and pointed to my apartment complex that you could just make out the building. I even told her what floor I lived on and which apartment number it was. Sherry asked me about my apartment. I went on describing it to her. It was a two bedroom apartment with a full bathroom, nice size living room and a kitchen area big enough for my small table and chair to fit. Sherry asked about why I lived in a two bedroom apartment. I told her my roommate had moved home for the summer but was cool enough to pay his share of the rent over the summer. Sherry seemed very interested in my apartment and kept asking more questions about it. I was wondering if I was reading too much into Sherry or was she simply being nice. We talked over Sherry folding her clothes. She was embarrassed when I saw her underwear and she quickly stuffed them into her basket. I helped her carry one of her baskets to her car. Sherry looked at me and there was this strange moment. In that moment, I was compelled to invite her over to my apartment. As soon as I saw Sherry's face, I immediately regretted asking her. When I asked her over, I really meant nothing other than simply showing my apartment to her. I read her mind and knew what she thought I meant.

I apologized quickly, stating how this must look. Sherry blushed and smiled. She wanted to say something but I kept rambling on digging my own grave. Sherry had held up her hand motioning me to take a breath and let her speak. I paused and Sherry said she would love to but. ..

I braced myself for the but she had other plans, she had a boyfriend, she was a secret agent and I wasn't her type. I prepared myself for rejection. Instead, Sherry told me she did have something else she had to do but would it be ok if she stopped by later around 7pm? I was stunned and it took me a second to agree. I told her I would see her at 7. Sherry asked for my number and my address. I wrote them down on a scrap piece of paper she had found in her purse.

I don't know why I was so excited but I was. At 6pm Sherry asked if she could bring a pizza over and asked if I had anything to drink. I told her what I had which was only, pop, milk, or water. Sherry said she would take care of it. At 6:55pm, Sherry arrive with pizza and a bottle of wine. I welcomed her in and showed her my apartment. We sat in my living room and ate pizza, drank some wine and watched a movie. Sherry seemed very happy and she was on her third glass of wine as I nursed my first due to not being a fan of it. I cleaned up as Sherry was topping off her glass again. I asked her why she was in such good spirits. She was a bit tipsy when she burst out in a loud excited tone, " I just finalized my divorce!!" I was a bit stunned and told her congratulations in more of a questioning tone. Sherry didn't seem phased and then continued, "and now I am going to fuck your brains out!" My cock nearly jumped out of my pants. Sherry stood up and began to strip. There is nothing more sexy than a confident woman. Sherry was chubby but she had curves in all the right places. Her breasts were firm looking and just bigger than my hands, she had tiny nipples that poked out towards me. Sherry removed her jeans by unzipping them and wiggling them down over her wide hips, she nearly fell over on her face as she attempted to step out of them. Thankfully Sherry fell back into my couch and I bent down to take her socks off then pulled her painted on jeans off. Sherry was wearing a red thong. Her bush could easily been seen sticking out of the top and sides. She asked me to strip. I took oft my T-shirt as she nearly choked on a gulp of wine. Sherry looked at my well defined chest and abs. I pulled my shorts down with my underwear. Sherry exclaimed she had hit the jackpot. She put the empty glass of wine down on my table and crawled over to me. Sherry was in total awe of my cock! She touched it tentatively and it made me bounce for her. "You are freaking huge!!" which padded my ego. I let her play with me then I pulled her up to me. We kissed sloppy. Sherry and I went at it but it wasn't in sync yet. I pulled her red thong down. We moved into my bedroom.

Sherry willfully went on the bed opened herself up and welcomed me in between. Her big thighs. I let Sherry guide me in her. She moaned like a porn star as I moved into her moist pussy. I leaned over her as she ran her fingers over my chest and arms. I was so turned on I went deep quickly. Sherry moaned almost shouting how huge I was and I was way bigger and hotter than her ex-husband! It was as if she wanted him to know by shouting it so loud. We fucked like rabbits. I took several pumps into Sherry from on top. Sherry wanted to ride me and man, did she know how to ride!! She played with her tits for me and leaned over letting me suck on them. We fucked sideways and doggy style. Sherry wanted it all and loved being fucked. I liked tapping her from behind. Her curvy backside was big and firm. She had a sexy big ass. I told her how hot and sexy she was. Sherry kept acting like a porn star which only fueled me to keel going. We moved into the bathroom and I fucked her from behind as we looked at each other in the mirror. We fucked in the shower. Neither of us could take our hands off each other and my cock thrived inside her juicy pussy. Sherry was insatiable!! I shot my cum into Sherry multiple times. We kept going at it only take small breaks. When we finally collapsed the sun was creeping up and we had fucked in every part of my apartment. Sherry spooned me. Her hands around my narrow waist one on my chest and the other holding my weary and satisfied seven inch extra thick cock. She put one of her meaty thighs over me as she kissed my neck until falling asleep.

I woke up first. Sherry had moved away from me in her sleep. Her naked body was uncovered , her round ass stuck up. I had to touch it again. Her dark hair was matted so I moved it out of her face gently. She looked so beautiful and sexy as she snored. It was loud and sexy like she was. I got up and showered. Sherry was still sleeping soundly. I made breakfast even though it was closer to noon. I heard Sherry shout, "something smells good!" I brought her breakfast in bed wearing just a towel. She sat up and didn't even try to cover her sexy voluptuous body...which was so smoking hot! She ate fast and once finished, she yanked my towel off me as lay next to her. With her stomach full, she rewarded me with one of the best blowjobs I ever had! Sherry licked, sucked, and swallowed me whole. There was no hesitation or gagging she gulped every ounce I had in me and sucked me dry. What drove me even more crazy was how she looked at me and how she touched me all over while doing it.

Sherry wanted to shower and I joined her. We washed each other and made out. We had finally figured out our kissing and it was amazing. We toweled off and we fucked one last time in my bed. We did it slowly. I was on top of Sherry. I lifted her ass up and went as deeply as I could inside her. Sherry moaned more seductively and much quieter. When I finished inside her, we kissed passionately as Sherry just looked into my face telling me how perfect I was. She inflated my ego and I loved it!

I stayed inside Sherry as long as I could. I was in love with her or at least strong lustful feelings for her. She was so perfect. I asked her if she could stay another night. Sherry kissed me and touched my face. Her eyes watered. She smiled and closed her eyes as she shook her head. She went on to say how perfect I was and how special last night and this morning was. I told her how amazing it was for me and it was the best sex of my life! Sherry thanked me and hugged me tight. We kissed then she said she had to go because if she didn't right now she might stay with me forever. I didn't have a problem if she wanted to. Sherry asked me how old I thought she was. We had never discussed it but I figured she was a few years older than me because she had been married. Sherry knew I was 19. I guessed low saying 23? Sherry burst out laughing as tears ran down her cheeks. She squeezed me again and then said, "I am thirty eight, sweetie." It was the sweetie I found a bit disheartening.

Sherry got dressed letting me keep her red thong. We kissed once more and she left. I never saw again but she did write me a few months later stating she was actually still married and that it was no accident how we met at the laundry mat.