Heaven

“What are you doing here?” the lady said.

Watson was stunned—what should he say.

“Young man—I said what are you doing here? Did you lose a piece of clothing? It happens on occasion. Do you want to take a look?”

“Oh, yes sorry I did. I didn’t know anyone would be in here.”

“Not a problem in the world, honey. Please feel free.” She said and turned back around to the laundry sorting station.

Watson was staring at a lady in her mid-fifties. She had dirty blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail. No make-up on her face, no surprise there. The surprise was how she didn’t need it. A natural beauty, aged by work, children, hardship, regret, and all the very human things that plague us all. The jumpsuit hid her figure, but her face was quite slim, and her hips widened from childbirth.

There are so many bins of clothes, there’s no telling which was from today’s practice. “Um, excuse me?” He squeaked.

“Yeah dear?” She turned around, genuine and interested.

“I was running cross country today; do you know which bins are from today?”

“Oh yes, I just brought those in. I rolled them around the corner over here.” She walked him around the corner to where the two bins were. “Anything specific you’re looking for, sweetie?” She said, turning to face him. He isn’t prepared for this. What does he say?

“I—um, just a piece of clothing. It’s not…I—I can find it.” He sounds unconvincing.

The kind blonde lady gave him a cheeky smirk. “Oh… I understand.” She winked at him. “Take your time.” She walked past him and touched him on the shoulder as she did. She walked back to her table and started folding clothes again.

Did she? Does she? Snap out of it. You don’t know what you heard. There’s no way. Just look for the shorts. He turns around and begins to ruffle through the girl’s bin. The sweet smell of sweaty pussy and bodily fluids wafts up into his nose. He imagined his face pressed deep into Mary’s asshole. He couldn’t help but close his eyes and take it in. He could practically taste her salty body on his tongue. He wanted to dive into them like scrooge mcduck and that ocean of coins. He felt his cock quickly harden in his pants and his pre-cum begin to leak out and be absorbed by his clean boxer briefs. He focused his eyes and flipped over a few pants, and there they were, Mary’s dirty shorts. He immediately brought them up to his face and breathed an eternal breath, forgetting he wasn’t alone in the room.

“Yes, I thought so—”

Watson turned around quickly, face red with embarrassment, Mary’s shorts essentially stuffed into his mouth, he’d been seen.

“Come over here and sit down, honey.” Like a mother bird calling her young back to the nest. The tone in her voice told him not to be afraid. You are not judged, I’m here to comfort you; I’m here for you.

Watson revealed his face from behind the green sweat shield. He stared this woman in the eyes and walked towards her. He sat down in the chair she motioned at, the shorts still in his hand. The lady knelt down in front of him and put her hands on his thighs.

“You’ve been quite stirred up haven’t you.” She gently rubbed his thighs. “To be so taken by someone that you’re **** to seek out their stinky underwear and smell it. All soaked with her sweat, and juice from her vagina. I’m so sorry, you must be so frustrated.” She reached out to his crotch and felt his stiff cock. “Oh yes, very frustrated. May I help you? I can’t bear to watch a young man like this.”

Watson stared at her, wide eyed, unsure of what to say. He wanted to speak, but nothing came out.

She recognized the fear in his eyes. She wanted to reassure him. “Oh deary, don’t look at me like that.” She reached up to his shorts and began to pull them down. “This stays between the two of us.”

“It’s really hard—I mean… Yes—it’s really difficult, I don’t know what to do with myself. I feel like a fool. I don’t know what she’s done to me.” His shorts were pulled down to his ankles, and then she grasped his briefs.

“Oh, I completely understand, dear.” She was only there to support him. She only wanted to calm him down and make him feel good. “Those are hers in your hand?” she asked, looking at Mary’s shorts.

“Yes…”

“Does she smell good?” She smiled.

Watson nodded, embarrassed.

“Feel free to smell them and think about her. I hope I can give you some relief.”

She pulled his briefs down to his ankles. She rubbed Watsons hairy thighs with her hands and admired his manhood for a few seconds as a smile grew on her face. “I must say, it’s been some time since I’ve seen a penis as wonderful as yours, my love.” She grasped the base of his shaft with her hand. “What’s her name?”

“M-Mary…” He stuttered, already feeling the pleasure of her hands on him.

“Smell Mary’s sweet young pussy while I love you, sweetie. Please, I want you to.” This angel from heaven grasped his balls with her right hand, secured her left land around his shaft, and gently lowered her moist mouth over the head of his dripping cock.