Chapter 1

One of the nice features at the Burning Bush Mobile Home Park was that the park featured cheap laundry facilities, right in the park. There was a plain trailer in the back of the park, that was equipped with 4 old top-loading washers and 4 dryers, each requiring just $ .50 or two quarters to operate. They were accessible 24/7, but Ray often found that late at night, or in the 2-3 a.m. timeframe, the laundry room was empty, and it was easy to get in, do the laundry and go home. At other times, because there were over a hundred trailers in the park, the laundry room could be crowded, and you might have to wait for a washer or dryer to be open.

Ray was there just before 9p.m. on a Thursday night and had just loaded the last two open washers with all his laundry for the week. He grabbed one of the folding chairs in the laundry room, and carried it out to the unit’s little patio, to read a book while the washer went through it’s 30-40 minute wash cycle. Just after he sat down, a hot-looking thirty-something MILF from the park walked up, carrying a laundry basket of laundry. She smiled at Ray, and went inside, and quickly exclaimed “Shit” when she saw that all four washers were full. She came back out and put her basket down next to Ray. When she leaned down to put the basket down, Ray was able to look down the loose tank top she wore, and got an eyeful of her luscious, c-cup tits that firmly jutted from her toned chest. When she stood back up and faced Ray, her got a good look at the rest of her body, that was pretty spectacular. Where the loose tank top ended, the tall blond had nicely toned abs and a tight tummy, where a sparkly belly button ring flashed under the yellow bug light next to the door. Her black booty shorts clung to her hips and stretched across her pussy mound, where there was a hint of camel toe. It stretched across her firm booty, that also looked toned and spankable. Her platinum blond hair was clipped short, like an athlete might wear, but she wore a pair of very high-heeled wedge sandals, that made her long sexy legs look even longer- and sexier.

“Hi there darlin’ I’m Ray,” he said with a big smile, making no secret of his appreciation for her body as he looked her over.

“Oh, yeah, I heard about you, Ray,” the girl said, smiling back with a little smirk, as she looked over Ray, in his old cargo pants, and army green wifebeater t-shirt. “I’m Kitty, and I’ve got to be at work in ten minutes, and all the damn washers are full. I just got this one basket, of me and my kid’s stuff, but I can’t wait for a washer to free up.”

“Yeah- sorry- I think I just loaded the last two with my stuff, “Ray said, as he continued admiring Kitty’s body. “You must work close by, if you plan to be there by 9, eh?”

“Yeah, I’m a dancer at Glitter & Garter Club just across the highway,” Kitty said with a smile, as she cocked her hip, and showed off her tight booty. “Maybe you heard of it?”

“Yep,” he said, smiling again.

“Well, I’d be happy to give you two-for-one lap dance if you could help me out by tossin’ this little basket of stuff in the washer, and then into the dryer for me,” Kitty asked. “My kid needs some fresh clothes for school tomorrow, and that’s what’s mainly in the basket.”

“Well, I got nothing else goin’ on tonight, so I’d be happy to help, Kitty,” Ray answered, “and I can drop the basket of clean stuff at your trailer when it’s done.”

“You’re a darlin, Ray!” Kitty said, as she bent over to give Ray a little kiss on the cheek. As bent down, she “accidentally” put her hand on his thigh, “accidentally” feeling Ray’s big dick that bulged up inside his cargo shorts. Ray got another look down her top at her bra-less tits, and he reached out to touch her hip in her booty shorts as she stood up again. Kitty knew ho to get men to do what she wanted.

“No problem,” he said. “Just tell me where to drop off the basket, and maybe I’ll stop in the Glitter and take you up on that lap dance deal this weekend.”

“I’m in lot 68,” Kitty said. “And my kid Emmy should be home sleepin’ by the time this stuff is done, so you can just leave the basket on the picnic table outside my door, so you don’t wake her up.”

“Got it,” Ray said, giving Kitty a little swat on the ass. “You better get goin’ now- don’t want to keep all those horny old men waitin’ to see you showin’ off this hot little booty.”

“Hahaha,” she giggled. “Thanks, again, Ray.”

Kitty walked quickly away, her butt cheeks bouncing in the tight booty shorts as she walked quickly down the dusty road toward the park entrance. Ray continued reading his novel, and when his washer dinged, he took the little basket Kitty left by his chair, and put it on the washer next to his. After he put his clothes in the dryer, he dumped some soap in the washer, and started to toss in Kitty’s stuff. There were a couple of cute t-shirts, in size small and some others that were marked as Girls 14 or 14S.

There were also some panties, some tiny sexy thongs, that likely belonged to Kitty, and bikini cotton panties, that were girl sizes, that must have belonged to her daughter Emmy. There were even a couple pairs of cotton panties with cute little prints, like one pair of well-worn, slightly frayed Hello Kitty panties and one Tweety Bird, the logo of each printed right over the front panel, where it would cover a little pussy. Ray couldn’t resist raising the thongs and panties to his nose before tossing them in the washer, and he got an immediate hard-on from the thongs, that were a little stiff and had a strong fishy scent. He got even harder when he sniffed the Hello Kitty cotton panties, where the front panel was slightly discolored and had the unmistakeable sweet and slightly pungent tang of young teen pussy. Ray closed his eyes and fantasized about the sort of teenage girl who might leak the sweet juices that scented these little cotton panties. As he inhaled the sweet teen scent, he imagined the lighlty furred pussy lips, and the tight little butt cheeks of a teenager.

Deep in his fantasy, Ray didn’t notice when a hot twenty-something girl, wearing a shiny pink metallic pleated skirt, and a matching metallic pink bikini top, walked in the open door of the laundry trailer, carrying a small basket of laundry. She poked Ray, making him jump and quickly toss the panties he was sniffing into the laundry tub.

Ray looked at the girl, who was obviously a dancer from Glitter, as he mumbled something about making sure the clothes were sorted in the right colors.

“Yeah, Ray, you dirty old man,” said the hot brunette, whose tanned skin glistened with a bit of sweat and a healthy sprinkling of dancer’s glitter. “I saw ya sniffin’ them little panties. If you like that smell, I got some dirty panties right here - and she lifted up her short little pleated skirt- that got plenty of that sweet scent. Cuz I just finished my shift dancing and doin’ lap dances at the Glitter and Garter.”