Double Bubble

by Grey Beard

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, School, .

Desc: Sex Story: Not all vibrators come in small boxes.

I was walking back to my office after a late night meeting at the courthouse, when I paused in front of the window of a Laundromat. I could see a light from a small office in the back and a young lady reading a book. Then as I looked at the reflection of a tall man with a grey beard, my thought flowed back to 1967 when I was a young law student.

It was an unusually hot Saturday morning in May as I pushed my way through the side door of the Laundromat. After dealing all week with the Law School's " Looking Professional while Learning to be a Professional Dress Code", it was nice to be able to go out in just cut off sweat pants and a tank top. The day would have been perfect except the laundry room in my apartment building was still flooded, and the underwear drawer was bare. My eyes had almost adjusted to the dim light in the back hall, when I plowed right into someone coming out of a side room. My basket tipped, dumping all my clothes on the floor. As I fell to my knees to gather them up, I heard a soft voice say " let me help you".

I looked up at a small round face with bright blue eyes, framed in blond pigtails. She smiled and said " Hi, Bob, welcome to Double Bubble." Judy Creamer and I had taken a few classes together, even collaborated on a few joint projects. However, except for a few post-exam celebrations at a local bar, we had not see much of each other outside of class. Actually, my two years in South East Asia had dulled my study skills, and except for my monthly Army Reserve meetings, I did not see much of anyone outside of class. That first year was just a blur of course work and maybe a little too much alcohol at night to make the dreams go away. Judy was also juggling her life between school and managing this small Laundromat on the edge of the campus, and she did not have much time for a boy friend.

She was wearing a light cotton sun dress, and as we faced each other scooping up my dirty laundry, I could not avoid looking down the front of her dress at her smooth pink skin that was bare except for her white panties. Her breasts were small perfectly formed globes that reminded me of fuzzy peach halves, but the nipples were erect, and in that hot hallway, it certainly was not because of the temperature. When I tried to jerk my head up to maintain eye contact, Judy just sighed and said, " they are pathetic aren't they." There was no doubt that she was going to be one tough prosecutor someday. I smiled back and murmured, " No, I think they are beautiful."

She looked down at the growing bulge between my legs. She smiled, and said, in a mock judicial tone, " I see enough evidence to make me conclude that you are telling the truth." My childhood sweetheart was now married, and except for an encounter with a nurse last fall, I had not felt the gentle touch of woman for a very long time. Apparently, it had been a long time for Judy as well. Our eyes locked on to each other as the silence grew heavy, and the sweet smell of arousal filled the hallway. I took a deep breath, and whispered " is there somewhere we can go?". She smiled and whispered back " the repair room at the end of the hall. I just came in for moment on my day off, so I won't be missed." I picked up my basket of laundry and followed her down the hall.

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Ma/Fa / Consensual / School /