Close Encounter at the Dry Cleaner
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I haven't always been a fan of dry cleaners, but when my buddy insisted, I finally gave one a shot.
We had a small dry cleaning business that opened in town a few weeks prior. Everyone talked about how great the place was and how they would never clean their clothes themselves again. But that wasn't the only reason people raved about the place.
The owner of the place was just as popular. From what my buddy had told me, she was gorgeous and single. But everyone else said she was kind, sharp, and always took care of her customers.
I would have stopped in to check her out, I mean, check out her place sooner, but I never had the time. Work came early, and I liked to show up, finish my shit, and get out of there as soon as possible.
One day, when I woke up late and had a pile of clothes I hadn't gotten to yet, I remembered the dry cleaning shop my buddy wouldn't stop telling me to go to, so I went there on my way to work. And bless my buddy, my best friend.
When I walked in and stood in front of the desk, nobody was in sight. After a few moments, she appeared from behind a large wall separating the front of the shop from the machinery where the cleaning took place.
Oh, my, oh my. I was dumbstruck, and my mouth dropped open when I saw her.
Wearing a thin blouse, a skirt that showed off her long legs, with her hair pinned up in a ponytail, she was beautiful—the kind of beauty that makes your cock twitch on sight. That skirt outlined her body perfectly, enhancing her curves in all the right spots.
"Good morning," she greeted me with a smile. "Is this everything?"
My bag of laundry was full, sitting on the desk, ready to spill over, and all I could think about was how she could help me. My mind was full of inappropriate things to say, and I did my best to bite my tongue. "Yeah, this is all I have."
She took my bag back behind the wall and returned. "What about that shirt? That's a nasty stain."
I looked around, thinking one of my button-ups had fallen out of the bag, before I looked down and realized she was talking about the shirt I was wearing. Jelly from the donut I inhaled on my way there was plain as day.
"I have something that will get that stain out." Her lips were luscious, and her smile warmed my whole body. "Follow me."
She took me back behind the wall where there was a brilliant setup, the cog that ran her cleaning business.
Standing by a sink and a large basin, she stood with her hands on her hips. "Whenever you're ready."
I hesitated before it dawned on me she was waiting for my shirt. When I unbuttoned and took it off, her eyes scanned down and back up.
"You're in great shape," she said, taking my shirt and applying a liquid to the spot of jelly. "What do you do for work?"
I was distracted, staring at her in that skirt while her hands vigorously rubbed my shirt. And the fabric that hugged her breasts was nearly see-through. Fuck, she looked incredible.
I snapped out of the trance she had me in. "Um...IT. I work with computers."
"That sounds stressful." She was staring at my groin, and I thought she noticed I was already hard. "Do you want me to take care of those?"
Looking down, I saw that jelly was all over my crotch as well. And she was asking me if I wanted her to clean my pants.
I wanted to say yes, but if I took them off, she would have noticed my massive erection. I tried to think of an excuse, but I couldn't find any words as she moved towards me, and it was too late.
"Here, let me get these." I watched her hands unbutton my pants in slow motion. "We can't have you walking around with stains all over you."
She rested on her knees as she pulled my pants lower down my waist, and when they went past my cock, I could no longer hide it. I was stiff, and the outline was prominent in my boxers directly in front of her face. But she didn't say anything about my raging hard-on. I felt like such a jackass having a boner while she was just being a professional and doing her job.
"Uh, oh. It looks like it went straight through." She grinned as she looked up at me. Her fingers traced the jelly stain that painted my boxers, which happened to be where the tip of my cock was. "We might as well do these, too, don't you think?"
I gulped, and my breathing was heavy. Giving her a nod, I watched as she pulled my boxers down next.
My cock stood straight, hovering a hair away from her lips, and she didn't say a fucking word. She didn't pay any attention to the thick shaft that was throbbing directly in front of her—she was purely professional.
I stood naked as she finished spot-cleaning my clothes, using my hands to attempt to cover myself up. When she walked away for a second to throw the clothes in a dryer, I had to try something to help me get rid of my erection, so I started squeezing the tip of my cock. Over and over, I squeezed my head rapidly as it pulsed, and when she came back, she stood and stared. "What are you doing?"
Fuck, I couldn't speak. It probably looked like I was stroking myself, but I wasn't. I was trying to tame myself, get rid of my erection that was in full force because of how hot she was. "I'm, uh…sorry, I didn't mean to get aroused."
She smiled. "It happens. There's nothing you can do about it now, and there's only one way to calm down."
"What's that?" I muttered. "What should I do?"
She moved forward, pushed my hands away, and grabbed my cock as she looked me dead in the eyes. "You have to cum," she said, petting the back of my tip with a teasing touch.
"You're right, it's the only way."
She turned around, pulling her skirt up to her waist, giving me the sweet surprise of her bare ass with no panties. Leaning against the wall that separated the back of the shop and the front where the desk was, she lifted her ass, presenting it to me.
I grabbed my cock, steadying my tip to her opening and letting her wetness cover my head. She was so fucking warm and sticky. As I began to push forward, the bell sounded at the door when someone entered.
I paused, with the ridge of my cock barely inside, throbbing as we stood behind the wall.
"Hey, honey, it's me," a man's voice hollered from around the corner. "Are you in the back?"
She turned her head back and put her finger to her lips, motioning me to be quiet before she straightened her skirt and walked around the corner.
Now, I was certain she was single. That's what my friend had told me anyway. But that asshole doesn't know his right from left most of the time, so it was my own damn fault I believed him.
After she disappeared around the wall, I stood in silence as requested, butt ass naked with a raging hard-on, my tip glistening with her sweet nectar it only got a taste of, and I eavesdropped.
"I took the day off and wanted to surprise you. Do you have time to get away for some lunch?"
What a charming guy, I thought. I would have done something like that if I didn't know any better. I'd tried that in a past relationship only to piss off the girl because I interrupted her work.
"I might be able to. Let me check on something quickly."
She came back around the corner and whispered, "How fast can you be?"
My eyes widened, and I couldn't believe what she was asking, but I answered. "Fast."
She smiled and squatted before me. My eyes rolled back when she took my cock in her mouth, and her tongue gripped the back, covering my throb with saliva before she stood and walked back around the wall.
"Give me a few minutes to finish something, and I'll be ready to go," she said to the man at the desk.
A few seconds later, she was back in front of me. "Hurry," she said, tilting her ass and bracing herself.
And I did. My cock was still shining from when I dipped it in a few moments before that, and I was ready for her.
I pushed forward, sliding through her tight walls that gripped my cock. She worked herself back, adjusting to my length until her ass finally met my pelvis, and she gasped.
"I know you're finishing up back there. What sounds good for lunch?" That guy wouldn't give her five minutes to finish her work or to finish me.
And if he knew women at all, he would have already picked the place he was taking her for lunch. Women love it when a guy already has a place in mind, so all they have to do is be a passenger princess on the drive there and not worry about picking a place to eat. Fucking amateur.
I didn't pay him any mind, though. Nothing would distract me from the gooeyness covering my cock.
Thrusting in a slow but steady motion, I focused on her pussy and the time she allotted for me. I gripped her hips, guiding her back and forth along my shaft, making subtle moans dart out past her lips.
"I've heard great things about that new Italian place down the road. What do you think?"
"Oh, god," she replied, moaning at the same time. "That sounds fine!"
She turned her head, biting her lip as she gazed back, reveling in the sight of watching my cock move in and out. The look on her face was so naughty. I could tell she was enjoying the thrill of being filled while her lunch date was right around the corner. She didn't want to be caught with my cock deep inside, but the way she looked at me told me she loved knowing that she could be.
My pace increased, and I thrust harder, making the sound of our skin echo behind the wall. Then I squeezed her ass one good time before I gave it a light smack.
"Oh!" she squealed, and her eyes widened. She fucking loved that. Her ass moved back faster after that love tap I gave her, and she worked my cock relentlessly.
"You okay back there. I thought I heard something."
"Fuck!" she cried out. "I'm...oh, god, I'm okay!"
I pulled her tight against me, gripping her hips and pushing my cock as deep as I could. She began whimpering, grinding her pussy around my thickness that filled every inch of her.
Again, I smacked her ass as it jiggled against my pelvis, and she moaned out.
"What's going on? You sure you're okay?"
She didn't reply because she was out of breath, panting as I packed her from behind. I grabbed the back of her skirt with one hand, my other gripping her ass to pull her back closer after each thrust pushed her away.
"I'm coming back there to check on you!" he hollered, and I felt her pussy tighten around me.
"No, don't! I'm...coming!"
It was a good thing she responded when she did, sparing us just another minute. He stayed up front, around the corner of the wall. And she was coming, too.
She convulsed around my cock, arching her back with her hands stretched on the wall, and she came hard. Her pussy spasmed with me stuffed inside, sending me over the top with her.
I erupted and burst fast, spewing my load across those walls that gripped me so tight. Rapidly, my cock pumped over and over while she slowly stopped backing her ass against me.
She hurriedly turned around, squatting on her knees once more to suck the rest of my load out before she stood. "Grab your clothes and go out the back. I'll distract him until you're around the corner." She kissed me quickly, leaving a mix of her salty saliva on my lips.
I rushed to grab my clothes from the dryer and threw them on. Then, I quickly exited through the back door and sneaked around outside along the wall.
When I peeked around the corner and inside the shop, she was already distracting him—on her knees again, with his cock in her mouth.
She looked incredible, too, and I knew how great he was feeling at that moment. I watched them for a second before I started for my car in the parking lot.
As I glanced over my shoulder to make sure it was still clear, her hand left his waist and she threw a quick goodbye wave to me while she kept sucking him off.
I got in my car and was out of there quicker than she made me cum. And from that point on, I decided I wouldn't ever let anyone else handle my laundry.
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