Deposits, and Redemption (MF Home)

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This was one of my fantasies, from not long ago.  It never really happened, though.

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Linsey (MF Homeless)

I woke up horny, and alone.  So, I was just starting to get sexy when I was interrupted by a clink.  Then rattling of cans, so I got up, and put on a robe to look out the window.

Some guy digging through the recycling bin.  He stood up when I unlocked the window, and it squeaked on it's hinges.

"Hey, uh."  He wiped his hands off on his pants.  "I'm sorry if I'm trespassing, but."

"What are you doing out there?"  Obvious from the trash bag full of cans, and my wine bottles pushed out of the way.

"Recycling?"  He picked them up with a dull rattle, "I'll go, before the cops can even show up."

"Oh, no.  Don't worry about that, but they're just going to pick them up tomorrow, and do they even give you 10 cents back for them here?"  I honestly didn't know, it's possible that New Jersey got added to the labels, and I just didn't notice."

"Well, no."  He set it back down, and pulled it open to keep throwing cans in on top.  "But I can take them right across the bridge for a little extra money.  It pays better than the recycling plant."

"How clever," He squatted down, on the other side of the bin, but I got tired of hanging out, and holding onto the window.  One of those crank out ones, like a small glass door, halfway up the wall, or in the middle.  I just left it, assuming if he did try to climb in, I'd hear him?  I guess it makes sense to get what he can before they come tomorrow, and as far as the trespassing.

It's not like he broke in, or even looked in my window, while I was just about to start masturbating, but he's a man, and ever since I got divorced.  Well, it had been a few months since i had a man in the house, and the kids left me some coffee when they got ready for school.

So, I took the metal filter, and the plunger out of the French Press, and popped it in the microwave.  I don't know whether they made another pot, or the bus came before they got a chance to drink it.  They sure weren't in the habit of leaving it for me in the morning, but that left another cup, once I mixed in the milk, and sugar.

"I've got another cup of coffee here."  I went out to the porch.  In my robe, slippers, bra, and panties, my hair was a wreck, and I didn't have any makeup on, but beggars can't be choosers?  "If you want to come in, and warm up."

I woke up horny, and he looked pretty good to me.  Even if he was filthy, and shaggy.  Not so much a full beard as a short craggly overgrowth from not taking care of it, but rough, and desperate?  I don't know what I was thinking, with my womb.  He was mister right here, right now, and I had needs.  This morning, for some reason.

So, I guess he got lucky.  Had it been yesterday, or tomorrow, I might not have been in the mood to invite him in, for his company.

"Yeah, thanks."  He sipped it black, after he washed off his hands, and his sweat smelled stale.  "It's supposed to warm up today, but I thought I'd get an early start."

"That your car?"  Out front, a station wagon.  I'm trying to give him a hint, at my intentions, but I'm also enjoying his company, and I have all morning.  To get off, before I have to worry about the kids getting home from school, and explaining the strange man in our home.

"My home away from home, until I get back on my feet.  This economy, I couldn't really afford rent, and I don't know.  I just, lost a lot.  I'm sure you don't want to hear my problems."

"Oh no, it's all right.  It helps me think about something else.  My own problems seem petty compared to, what you must be going through."

"Well, I lost my job, layed off, my wife left with the kids to live with her parents until she got remarried.  I guess I got depressed, and gave up until I found myself on the streets, and now I'm trying to dig my way out again."

"Well, how's the recycling business work out?"

"It pays for the gas, on a good week i can afford to get a cheap room, and a bath.  Use the laundry room to get my clothes clean, but I can't really save up.  I've got an application in with Habitat for Humanity, but I have to help out with another house, before I get on the waiting list.  With the economy, it's a pretty long list, but it's a start."

"Well, I suppose I could save you some money, at the laundromat.  If you want to run a load of clothes, and take a bath.  You'll have to finish up, and clear out before about 3:45."

"What happens then?"  He his [Stop/Clear] on the microwave to see that it's [11:38]

"My kids get home, but take your time.  We have all afternoon."  To get to know him better, even though I already decided to clean him up, and bang him while I have a chance.

No hurry, though.

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Well, he took a hint, at least getting out the scissors, and the trimmer so he could neaten up his beard.  While he was in the shower, I went in the other bathroom, and fixed my hair.  Took off my bra, but just warmed up my panties. 

I'd had nothing but my fingers, and my toys to deal with for most of a year, but those only satisfied me for so long.  It's not the dick I hungered for, but a man.  A real man in the house, with arms to hold me, and a body to press mine up against. 

"Snh!"  I hoped the smell of my arousal would get to him too, so he'd make his move, but then I made another cup of coffee.  He came out, in a towel with a neat goatee, and his wet hair tied back in a ponytail.  "A nice look."

Kind of 90s, but still very attractive.  His muscular body, and tannde neck also helped.  "Well," he dropped his dirty clothes on another trash bag.  This one full of clothes.  "I don't have anything clean to wear, so where's your washer, and drier?"

"Oh, let me show you."  In my robe, with my breasts bouncing and swinging lose inside it while I walked.  "I didn't want to run it while you're in the shower, but you feel better?"  I held the door, to the laundry room.  So he had to brush past me, in nothing but a towel, and a hair-tie, but I noticed that he didn't shave.

The stubble around his mustache, and beard, just cut it off, and trimmed it with the trimmer.  Squatting down in front of the washer, instead of the recycling bin, to stuff clothes in the machine.  The muscles in his back, and the backs of his arms flexing, and relaxing, was almost too much. 

I almost reached out to feel them, kissing the back of his neck, and smelling my shampoo in his hair, but I didn't.  Just kept my sexual arousal at a peak, the expectation, and moisture in my underwear.  Ready for him to make a move, take a hint, and satisfy me, but In no hurry.  It was already going to happen, no question about it, only a matter of time, and that anticipation only made it better.  Trying to guess when, how, and where he would take me.

"Can i offer you something stronger," looking right at his hard hairy chest, "To drink while we wait?"

He shook his head.  "I don't drink, I can't afford to.  Even if it's free, once I start, I won't be able to get back on the wagon until I blow all my money on it."

"Oh, it must be hard.  To handle all those beer bottles, and resist the temptation, all on your own."

"Huh," he chuckled, and shook his head.  Grinning to himself, "Look, I'm flattered, but what about your husband?"

"What about my needs?"  Finally, I just had to put my hands on him, and feel his chest.  "My husband is gone, divorced, and probably banging his secretary right now on lunch.  You don't have to worry about him."  I looked up, smiling right in his face.  Right in front of his mouth, slowly smiling back.  His eyes locked onto mine, and his hands finally finding my hips.  "Worry about me."

So, he finally took a hint, and kissed me.

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He quickly pulled the belt on my robe so it came open, so I pulled the towel off his hip.  Felt his hands on my tits, and his hard hairy butt.  Kissing passionately, and backing up next to the drier.  He hit his head on the shelf, and knocked a bottle of detergent off on the floor.  

So, I laughed, and pushed him back playfully, pulling on his boner, and using it as a lever to steer him around.  "Uh, you got a rubber, or something?"

My daughter probably does somewhere, but I don't want to go find them, or call her up, and ask her where she keeps them.  I doubt she takes them to school with her, but honestly, I don't pry.  She's 17, that's legal, she has a boyfriend, and she knows how to have safe sex.  So, what's the problem?

"Huh, no.  Don't worry about it, just."  I felt around blindly behind him, and managed to slap the round button to start the water filling it up.  "Huh, I don't care."  Pushing him out of the way so I could climb up.  Trying to remember the last time I had a washer ride, and Yanking my panties out of the way to feel how wet I am, but instead of going for the goal, he bent down between my legs as soon as I turned over.  

With the controls stuck in my back, and my ass half hanging off of the appliance, but "Ooh, hihnhehahuh!"  His whiskers, and his stubble between my thighs.  Tickling my pubes, and rubbing my legs roughly.  "You're really good at that."  I don't know what all he was doing with his lips, and his tongue, but is was doing the trick!  "Huh, yeah.  Don't stop, just like that."  

I never really got a decent mustache ride, either.  I supposed cleanshaven is the look, except for the younger neat stubble guys, that look intriguing, but never showed much interest in me.  Or, the Brooklyn/soho lumberjack, or old timey mustached waxed hipster retro dudes.  I guess, not really my culture, but they're all ages?  I don't know, beats the muscle douche Jersey beach goombah guys.  I'm sure they're not really Mafia, but with the steroids, or juice.  I don't know, that's too much, but there's something more natural about this hairy muscular "Huh!"

The water finished filling up, so the drum could start sloshing back and forth with twists, and the motor running loud in the small room.  Little more than a walk-in closet, with enough room for the washer/drier, a basket or 2, and the door to flop open in front of the dryer, but he got up.  Licking his lips, and rubbing my pubes with his hand.  Slipping his rough thumb up and down to slick the juice, and spit around, bending over to kiss me.

I kissed him back, licking the sex fluids off his lips, and teeth, and tongue.  He bumped my butt, and hunched.  Feeling around, and squeezing a tit with his other hand, but his tongue didn't stop swabbing around in my mouth, and our breaths mingling.  Then, he found the opening, and stopped rooting around.  Pressed it in to stretch me tight around it, and I had to let my head fall back.  "Uh, huh!  HuhHhuh.  Yeah, fuck me yeah!"  

Slowly at first, but deeply, with long strokes getting shorter, and faster.  Plunging in to bottom out, and knock on the door to my womb with bump after bump while the water drained, and the motor kicked in.  Picking up speed, vibrating faster and faster until it spun out of controll, and started bashing into the sides.  "AuAaAaAEINGH!  Nyrh!"  

That's all I could take, and I collapsed, limp in his arms.  Just relaxing, and feeling the pleasure wash over my rocking body in a rush of releif, and satisfaction, while I rode out the spin cycle.  "Huh,"  It slowly spun down, and I shook my head.  Blinking in the light from the door to the hall.  Getting up, my knees still weak.  I caught the door, and hung onto the knob to steady myself.

Then, the strangest thing.  He didn't make it fa, but just to the bathroom.  Right next door, behind the kitchen, he was leaned back against the sink.  His cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, and patiently, while the pipes hissed, and the washer filled up for the next cycle.

"Huh, why do guys do that?"  I felt his arm, and just held onto the door jam.

He just shook his head, and shrugged.  "It feels good?  Same reason women do, I guess."

"Yeah, but right after sex?"

"It's not the same, and you just filled up the spank bank."  He stopped, and leaned down to kiss me.

"Oh, I never thought of it that way, but if you boys want to be alone."

"Oh no.  It's all right."  He grinned, "It doesn't hurt to have someone so sexy to look at."

So, I watched him beat off.  You know, I'd never done that before?  It's fascinating.  "Why so slow?"

"To make it last."

"Am I distracting you?"

"Not really, but you want to lay down, in the tub?"

"Yeah!"  So he could beat off on me, but he still took his time.

Good, I kinda like that!