LIsbeth felt it again. Eyes on her. She threw the last of her clothes in the dryer and glanced back. The cute Chinese guy was not looking her way. He was engrossed in his book. She felt a pang of disappointment. This was the third time she had seen him at the laundromat. It must just be a coincidence…people are creatures of habit, right? We both just like to do our laundry at 8:00 on Thursday nights, right? She hadn’t allowed herself to hope for more than a coincidence until she saw him for the third time tonight. They had shared a quick hello. A flicker of recognition had passed across his face. Or did it? Did he even notice her? A half hour later, she folded her clothes and risked another glance back his way. He was still reading, but she swore she had felt eyes upon her again. Damn. Maybe next week…

At 8:05 pm the next Thursday, Lisbeth took her laundry basket out of her car. She started jogging to the laundromat. She had gotten a little delayed. Now she was almost sprinting. She caught herself, and slowed to a quick walk. She rounded the corner and *Bam…*walked right into her crush. Half of her clothes scattered across the sidewalk, and she stumbled back a few steps. He stopped, his mouth open, temporarily mute. Whoa. she thought. Like I walked into a brick wall…

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. Are you ok?”

He looked mortified. He bent down to help her with her clothes. She caught a scent of his aftershave. Pine tar? Wood smoke? Whatever it was, it smelled amazing.

“No, it’s ok. I wasn’t either. Did you finish early? I mean…ummm…”

“No. I just got here. Laundromat’s closed. Not sure why?”

“Bummer.”  

Lisbeth wasn’t too bummed. She looked toward the darkened building.

“Where are you gonna read now?”

She flushed slightly. He smiled.

“Dunno. I’ll figure it out.” 

He had put his own laundry down. He crossed his arms, assessing her.

Now he was looking at me. No stupid book to distract him. Think Lisbeth!

Her mind raced.

“Ummm…I know this other place. It’s kind of funky, but comfy. Oh, and the machines work…”

“Sounds cool,” he smiled again, disarmingly. “I’m Jonny, by the way.”

He reached his hand out. Lisbeth shook it, somewhat awkwardly. She blushed.

“Lisbeth. Sorry. I don’t usually…

“Invite strangers to funky, comfy laundromats?” He chuckled.

“Well, we…” she blushed again, but recovered quickly. “...we aren’t really strangers, right? We’ve been here together at least three times.”

“Didn’t know you noticed. Thought I was the only one.”

“Ha. Right.” Fuck ya! Lisbeth allowed herself a quick internal cheer.

Lisbeth gave Jonny the name of the place, and they got into their separate cars. She noticed a Crossfit sticker on his Jeep. She wasn’t usually a fan of those weirdos, but she wasn’t averse to a little muscle. Plus, the guy did read. A lot.

She grabbed her basket again, and met Jonny at the door.

“The Lazy Laundry - Wash Away Your Sins Here.” 

Jonny read the sign.

“Cute. Hope they’re not thinking of franchising. Besides, what’s life without a little sinning, right Lisbeth?”

Did he just wink at me? 

Jonny held the door for her. He followed her inside, staring at her butt. At least, she hoped he was. She had tried on four pairs of jeans before settling on these.

They got side by side machines. Jonny stopped to smell his shirt. He wrinkled his nose.

“Damn. I washed this, but it’s still a little funky. Sometimes I swear I work out so hard that smells get embedded in my clothes. Better wash it again.”

He unzipped his hoodie and stripped off his shirt. Lisbeth tried not to stare at his abs, especially the defined “V” disappearing into his jeans. 

Was he fucking with me?? She thought to herself as she tore her eyes away.

She hurriedly put her own clothes into the washer, dropping some skimpy red undies onto the ground.

Jonny swooped down before she could react, lightly tossing the undies into her washer. Lisbeth thought she spied a smirk.

They found a comfy couch. Lisbeth sat, close enough to talk but not too close. Jonny produced another book from his pack. She glanced at the cover. Natural Healing - A Man’s Primer

“Natural Healing?” she asked. “Is that woo woo? Are you enlightened like that?”

“Nah. Just a little beat up. My knee’s kind of tweaked. Went overboard at the gym. Sometimes I lose control. This is about natural supplements and other stuff like that.”

“Hmmm” Lisbeth offered, not sure what else to say.

She was about to ask something, but Jonny was already buried in his book. She hadn’t bothered to bring anything. She had her phone, but didn’t want to look lame. She looked around and found a magazine. She leafed through it distractedly, her eyes flitting to Jonny, who reclined comfortably on the large couch. Suddenly he shifted, and winced noticeably.

“You okay?”

“Ya…” he winced again. “Just my knee. Acting up again. It’s frickin’ annoying.”

Lisbeth saw her chance.

“Here.” She slid towards him. “Maybe I can help.”

Before Jonny could say anything, Lisbeth had scooted over and rolled up his loose pants.

“This one, right?” She pressed her thumbs into the meaty lower quad muscles surrounding his knee. 

“Ooohh ya…” he sucked in his breath. “Yup, that’s the one. Damn, your hands are magic, girl.”

You have no idea. 

Lisbeth worked on his knee, letting her hand graze partway up his thigh, massaging in light, widening circles.

“This uhh…this helps with the circulation.”

“Ya it does.” He laid back, surrendering to her. “You can do that all day…”

Lisbeth bit her lip. She wouldn’t mind that. Not at all.

Her hands continued kneading Jonny’s knee, and thigh. His head was lolled back now, his book forgotten for the moment. She scanned up his body. His hoodie had slid up, again revealing his taut muscle. His breath rose and fell quicker than normal, betraying the healing pain she was delivering to him. She thought she saw a slight rise in his pants, but it may have been wishful thinking. Her face flushed as she refocused on her massaging.

Thirty minutes later, they retrieved their clothes from the dryer. Jonny had gone back to his book for the last 20 minutes, and there hadn’t been much conversation. Lisbeth had retreated to her side of the couch, with her lame magazine.

They exited the laundromat, and Lisbeth sighed to herself. Didn’t seem like this was going to go…

“Hey.” Jonny stopped and turned towards her. “You really are good with your hands. Seriously. Thanks so much.”

“Well…you’re welcome. Hope your knee feels better. Maybe I’ll see you at…”

“I noticed you were stretching out your back a lot. It’s bothering you, right?”

Had she been doing that? Trying to get his attention? She didn’t think so…

“I give a pretty good massage too. Even studied it for a bit. I could return the favor. I mean…if you want…”

Lisbeth stopped at her car.

“Uhhhh…”

“No obligation. Just offering.”

He turned and walked towards his car.

“Uh yeah. Sure.” She didn’t want to seem too eager. “That would be cool. When?”

“Why not now? I’ve got nothing going on.”

Lisbeth scanned her brain. She had a million things to do. But…nothing that couldn’t wait.

“Awesome. Ya, why not? Where?”

“I’ve got a table at my place. Give me your number. I’ll text you the address.”

Oooohhhh. Ok. Smooth Jonny. Playing it cool, waiting to pounce. Maybe I’ll pounce on you later.

“Yoohoo…Lisbeth…you ok?” 

Lisbeth snapped out of her daydream.

“Oh. Me. Ya, I’m good.”

“Your number?”

“Right. Sure.”

Lisbeth pulled up to a small, tidy house at the end of a wooded cul-de-sac. Not the frathouse or tiny apartment she had expected. Jonny’s Jeep was already there. She rang the doorbell. Jonny opened the door and ushered her inside.

No sign of roommates. Ok… but…

“Wait a minute.” She turned to him. “You don’t have a washer and dryer?”

“I do, but they died a month ago. I’m waiting on a special order. It’s taking a while.”

“Well…” she said, looking around. “...it looks like you have everything just so here.”

“I try to keep it nice. Clean place, clean mind, right?”

“But not too clean of a mind, right?”

Did she really just say that?

“Ha. No. Definitely not. Here we are.” He guided her into the living room. A warm fire was already crackling. “Lie down here. Face down.”

Oh. Ok. She liked being ordered around. She could get used to this.

“Want some tea?”

He handed her a steaming mug. She sipped it as she sat on the edge of the massage table.

“Mmmm…spicy.”

“Special blend. Just for you.”

“Really?”

“Sure. If I say so.”

“Whatever you say, Jonny.”

“That’s right, Lisbeth. Now lie down.”

She did. The room was warm, her stomach was swirling with hot tea, and the table was comfortable. She could almost take a nap.

Jonny’s hands gently pulled up her shirt. Wide awake now.

“I’ll take it slow. Respectful. But I think you need some deep work.”

She’d fucking love some deep work right about now.

“Do what you need to do, Jonny.” She murmured into the table.

“I’ll do what you need me to do, Lisbeth.

A moment later, she felt Jonny’s warm hands slide up her back. Her shirt was halfway up. She’d had the forethought to remove her sports bra in the car. She didn’t want to impede Jonny’s hands. The warm oil felt amazing on her bare skin.

“Mmmmm…that feels so good.”

“Ya. Well, I’ve barely started. I think you’re gonna need a little more pressure. Are you ok with that?”

“Yes.”

Strong thumbs moved up her erector muscles, pressing her into the table. Small, circular kneading motions quickly progressed to long strokes. Lisbeth’s nipples responded, pressing through the thin fabric of her sweatshirt. Every stroke of Jonny’s hands increased the delicious sensation. Her thoughts wandered.

Oh man. I wouldn’t mind flipping over right now. 

As if he was reading her thoughts, Jonny moved his hands out, grazing up her sides and coming achingly close to the sides of her breasts. Gradually, almost teasingly, his thumbs made their way down to the very base of her lower back. The thinnest sliver of her ass was exposed. Jonny’s thumbs paused there - on the precipice.

Ask me. Please. Ask me. 

“I can sense some tightness here. Ok for me to go a little lower?”

“Sure.” Lisbeth kept her tone casual, despite her inner jubilance.

Jonny peeled down her pants another two inches. Warm air from the fire wafted across the crack of her ass, which was now barely exposed. Jonny pressed the heels of his hands into her glutes, kneading the thick muscles.

Ouch! Damn. She was tight.

“Still ok?” Jonny asked again.

“Yup. Perfect.” Lisbeth murmured.

Now Jonny was again giving her full strokes, all the way up her back and down to her ass. Again, he settled on her upper cheeks, giving them what seemed to be extra attention. Lisbeth knew her ass was her best feature - it flared out from her lower back in a pleasing half circle, before cutting into her hamstrings at a sharp angle. Ever so carefully, she lifted her hips off the table. Just enough to be noticed, but slight enough for Jonny to wonder if it was deliberate. Lisbeth was happy to keep him guessing…for now.

“Ummmm…” Jonny paused, searching for his next words. Lisbeth smiled into the cushion. “I better not forget your neck.”

He pulled her pants back up and moved around the table. Seconds later, his hands were on her traps, coaxing tension out of them. A minute later, one hand kneaded her neck while the other gently massaged her head. Without looking, she knew his groin was just inches away from her head. She wondered if he was thinking what she was thinking…

“Don’t move.” he said. “Just getting a little more oil.”

She risked a quick glance up as he turned away. She spied him using both hands to adjust himself. He was not unaffected by this massage. Lisbeth licked her lips and put her face down again, plotting her next move.

“Hey Jonny,” Lisbeth mumbled into the cushion. She was ready to test the waters.

“Ya.” Jonny answered, his hands caressing her neck and head again.

“What do you think of my body?”

“Uhhh…” Jonny paused his motions, weighing his words. “It’s um. You’re ummm…you’re obviously in great shape. I can tell you work out.”

That was enough for Lisbeth. She asked again.

“Yes, I do. But…what do you really think of my body?”

Silence from Jonny. Lisbeth held her breath, staring into the darkness of the cushion. She was about to say something else, when…

“I mean…ummm…your body is fine. Uhhh…really fine, actually.”

“By fine, do you mean…sexy?”

“Uhhh…yes.” Jonny cleared his throat. “Seriously sexy.”

That was enough for Lisbeth. Ever so slowly, she raised her ass up, rotating it in a tiny half circle before lowering it again. She was counting on Jonny not to miss that. His hands stopped moving and detached from her. She looked up.

“Whatcha doin’ there, Jonny?”

He was adjusting his crotch, both hands vainly pushing down his burgeoning erection. Lisbeth saw a noticeable wet spot on his sweatpants.

“Damn, Lisbeth…” Jonny was shaking his head.

“Damn is right.”

Lisbeth’s right hand darted out and tugged at Jonny’s waistband. She grabbed it and pulled down sharply. Her knuckles brushed against hard, warm skin.

“Fuuuuucccckkkkk…” Jonny looked down at her, his mouth hanging open.

Jonny’s cock unfolded, hard and pulsing, just inches from Lisbeth’s face. She wrapped her fingers around it, looking up at Jonny. His mouth was still open. Lisbeth observed herself. She was unfamiliar with this side of her, but she liked it. She tugged at Jonny, leading his cock to her welcoming lips. He shuffled forward awkwardly as her tongue snaked out, licking the underside of his cock head. She took him in her mouth, savoring the drops of warm liquid oozing out from him. It was like tasting a hot, small, delicious apple.

“Mmmmmm Jonny…” she moaned in between licks. “Now this is what I need.”

Jonny found his voice. 

“Jesus, Lisbeth. I didn’t think…”

“Oh ya you did.”

She had scooted forward now, fully engulfing his cock with long, slow slurps. She fondled his balls, tugging him closer. Each time she withdrew, his cock popped out with an audible, wet pop. Lisbeth vacuumed him in, suctioning his head before sliding down again. She felt him growing inside her mouth. Helpless to resist, he swiveled his hips. He reached towards her, wrapping a large hand around her small breast, one finger circling her hard nipple.

“Mmmmmmm Jonny.” she moaned again. “You’re so fucking hard. You want to get off, don’t you.”

“Shit, Lisbeth. Your mouth, your tongue. You don’t know what…”

“Yes. Yes I do. But I need some attention too. You like my ass, don’t you?”

She clamped around him, sucking extra hard. At the same time, she lifted her ass off the table, arching in an unmistakable come hither motion. 

Jonny got the hint. He slowly stepped back. Lisbeth released his swollen, straining cock, now a deep purple color. He grasped the base of his shaft, frozen for a moment. Lisbeth thought he might come right then. 

Whoa. Maybe I overdid it.

Jonny took a deep breath and recovered his equilibrium.

Whew. I need that cock inside of me. Soon.

Jonny stripped off his shirt and pants, holding Lisbeth’s gaze. She returned it, and then drifted down to his cock. She looked back up. He nodded, his eyes narrowing. Lisbeth closed her eyes, sensing Jonny making his way to the back of the table. She waited.

Like a few minutes before, strong hands touched her lower back and upper glutes. Unlike before, the intent was different. Lisbeth could feel it - more of an urgent caress than a gentle massage. Jonny’s thumbs circled, his fingers slipping around the front of her hips. Lisbeth arched again, unashamedly offering up her ass. 

“Damn.” Jonny said again. “Your ass just does not quit. That curve is insane.”

“No, it doesn’t” Lisbeth turned her head, shaking her hair out of her eyes. “And you better not either.”

“Oh, I won’t”

One hand was now making large circular movements, squeezing and sliding over one cheek. Jonny’s other hand elongated, a thumb at the top of Lisbeth’s ass crack, and a middle finger sliding towards her waiting, needy pussy. He palmed her and pressed a knuckle inside.

“Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

Lisbeth released a guttural moan, pressing her flesh back, eager for more penetration.

“Ohhh Jonny. You’ve got me so fucking horny. That finger feels so good inside me. I don’t know if I can handle your cock. That might be too much.

“Oh you can take it.” His finger pressed deeper. “You’ve been thinking about my cock since you got here.”

“Mmmmmm…” she said, pushing her ass back further. “Silly Jonny. I’ve wanted your cock for a lot longer than that.”

“Hold on Lisbeth.”

A second later, the table lowered. Jonny grabbed Lisbeth, sliding her knees to the edge.

“That’s better.”

In one motion, Jonny slid his cock inside Lisbeth, her soaked pussy offering no resistance, but plenty of friction.

“Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh….”

“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

“Oh fuck. Fuck me, Jonny!”

“Fuck, Lisbeth! Jesus Fuck!”

Lisbeth rode Jonny’s cock, suctioning him like she had with her mouth just minutes before. She looked back again. Jonny’s eyes were fixed on her ass, entranced with the hot, white flesh engulfing his manhood. She closed her eyes, savoring the ecstasy of finally being fucked.

“That’s it Jonny. Keep fucking me. Just like that.”

He did. Lisbeth looked back again. This time, Jonny’s head was tilted back. He was lost in his own ecstasy.

Jonny thrust hard one more time and stopped. Lisbeth grinded into him, awaiting the hot rush. His cock pulsed, but he didn’t come. He slowly withdrew.

“Wait. what?” Lisbeth asked breathlessly.

Jonny didn’t speak. He climbed up on the table, bending one of Lisbeth’s legs out of the way. He straddled the straight leg and repositioned himself. Both hands grabbed her ass, opening her up to him again. 

“Oh. Okay.” Lisbeth managed to say, before Jonny thrust into her again. 

“Oh fuck!” Lisbeth gasped. “That’s intense! Fuck Jonny. Oh my God that’s so gooood!”

Jonny plowed into Lisbeth, fucking her with abandon and urgency. Her skin turned white under his clenched fingers.

“You said you wanted this cock, right?”

Jonny clenched his teeth, fucking Lisbeth mercilessly.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Yes…Yes! I did! I do!”

“Well you’re gonna get what you wanted…you’re gonna get all of it!”

“Yes! Jonny! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me just like that!”

“AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Jonny’s roar surprised Lisbeth, pushing her over the edge.

“OOOOOOOHHHHHH FUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!! OH SHIT!!”

Hot streams of cum shot into Lisbeth. 

“AAAHHHHHH!!”

Jonny almost screamed this time. Hot sloppy fuck noises echoed in the room as Jonny fucked her through his orgasm. Lisbeth shook and jerked, almost sliding off the table. She was delirious with pleasure. Jonny didn’t let her go. He wasn’t done with her.

"Ohhh fuck, Jonny. Oh damn.”

“Fuck, Lisbeth. Oh man. I think I lost myself there for a second.”

“Uhhh yeah. I think you did.”

He stopped, breathing heavily. They locked eyes. 

“Uhhh, Lisbeth?”

“Ya, Jonny?”

“I have a confession.”

“You’re not attracted to me?”

“No. Worse.”

“Okay…”

Lisbeth was confused now. Jonny’s cock was still inside her, still hard. He slid in and out slowly, almost unconsciously.

“My new washer and dryer got here a few days ago. I installed them yesterday. They work flawlessly.”