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.

Once the door was locked behind us, Judy wrapped her arms around my neck, our lips met, and our tongues danced in the warm wet cavern created by two open mouths. I reach down and cupped her butt in my hands, and tugged at the fabric of her dress until it was bunched around her waist. Then, with her arms still around my neck, I picked her up and sat her on a wash machine that was sitting next to a sink. I lifted the fabric over her head and then, just for a moment gazed at her taut breasts, before leaning down and touching the erect left nipple with the tip of my tongue. My lips gently sucked on the nipple while my fingers lightly rubbed the right one. Then I opened my mouth and inhaled the whole breast inside until my lips were against her chest wall, while the fingers on my right hand slowed kneaded the other breast. Judy wrapped one arm around my head and shoved her other hand into her panties. She started to moan as I sucked on the pink flesh and teased the nipple with my tongue. Suddenly the moans became louder and she buried her face in the hair on my head and smothered the cry that accompanied the spasms rippling through her body. When it was over, I looked into her eyes, and she smiled back and said " nice thing about small tits is that they still have the same number of nerve endings, and I think you found them all." Then she flashed an impish grin, and said " pull that carton off the top shelf while I load your laundry into the machine. Have I got surprise for you." She dumped in the soap, pushed the bypass button on the open coin box, and the sound of the water almost drowned out my cry of " wow."