I was working in Ft. Meyers, Florida remodeling stores. We worked long, odd hours and I wound up shopping and doing laundry in the middle of the night. It was a mixed blessing, as not every place was open that late, but the Walmart and the laundry mat were. They were not nearly as crowded as they were during the day. but there were still quite a few people out and about at this late hour.
I noticed that most of the people I saw were smoking hot young ladies. Normally I would see a mix of all types of men and women young and old alike. I just shrugged it off and enjoyed the view. One night I had to go do laundry. The hotel laundry was out of order and I was completely out of clean clothes. I put on my gray sweats, a tank top, and my work boots and headed over to the laundromat near the hotel.
It was one of those fully automatic laundromats, so there was no attendant. I was a mess so I was happy to see I was the only one there. I swiped my card in two washers to start the wash. I sat down to wait and read a magazine from the rack. It was a Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue with plenty of beautiful bikini models.
Now, I had been working long hours for some time and hadn't been laid in weeks. I started getting hard as I looked at the bikini models when someone walked in the door. It was a pretty blonde struggling with two big baskets of clothes.
I went over and said, "Here, let me help." and picked up the basket on top.
She said, "Thanks, mister. Over there." and she nodded towards the sorting table.
We set the baskets down and said, "Hi, I'm Greg."
She said, "I'm Sam. Thanks for helping me."
I said "No problem, Sam. That top one was falling off."
She was a little knockout, around 5′ tall with nice tits, a fine ass and shapely legs. She had a pretty face with dimples and big green eyes. She wore yoga pants, a sports bra and sneakers. I'm 6′ 2″ tall, 200 pounds and I have blonde hair and hazel eyes too. When we looked at each other she held my gaze for a second and I hoped she liked what she saw.
We continued to chat while she sorted her clothes. She worked as a bartender at the Gentlemen's Club and she brought her laundry to do on the way home. She had mostly light summer clothes and undies. She wasn't at all shy about sorting her delicates in front of me.
I learned that the bars in the area closed at midnight, and most of the girls who were servers or dancers did their shopping and laundry after work. That explained why I was seeing so many cuties late at night. The buzzer went off on my washers, so I went to put my clothes in the dryer while Sam put hers in the washer.
