Laundry Slut

I was loading up the car with the laundry yesterday afternoon when I caught someone's eye. I felt someone looking at me so I looked around. When I looked up I could see this shirtless, built, bald queen with a goatee watching me.

He made no effort to hide the fact he was cruising. He stopped on the corner, shifted his weight to one foot and groped his front pockets in search of a cigarette. I was a bit freaked out but at the same time I found the attention a bit arousing.

He was going to do his laundry too. After I got in the car he continued on his way down a side street pulling his little buggy behind him. Unfortunately, he was going to a different Laundromat. I could tell by the direction he was heading. I briefly considered going to his Laundromat and drove down the street after him.

Did I mention he was cruising? His sultry walk up the street was enough to give him away. But in case I hadn't caught on, he kept looking over his shoulder to see if I was following him.

I had visions of us flirting while our whites tumbled dry. Followed by me giving him a ride home, pulling his shorts down and fucking him hard against a wall before his waistband fell to his ankles. He had one of those asses that makes me think dirty things like that.

But I decided not to follow him after all. I went to my own boring, sexless Laundromat and listened to children scream while I thought of what could have been.