Jill struggled backwards through the glass door into the hot, humid overly bright room, three laundry baskets stacked one on top another in her arms. A dull, repetitious thump interrupted the drone of a dryer while she struggled to lift the plastic checkerboard basket up onto the cheap laminate counter. Jill quickly glanced around, the only other person in the room an old man with flyaway gray hair and unkept beard, his clothes tattered and dirty who was asleep laying across several chairs against the far wall.
Jill self consciously smoothed the sweatpants she had thrown on when she left, more than a little awkward that she was only wearing a crop top and hadn't even bothered to put on a bra, instead wearing a light North Face fleece over her shirt. She absolutely despised doing laundry, not because the chore was so hard or difficult, but because the laundromat made her feel dirty, ill at ease and even unsafe at times. Which also happened to be why she had three basket loads of dirty clothes to wash all at once.
Jill carried her baskets to the farthest side of the room from her sleeping companion before arranging them side by side, a bright orange bottle of Tide and a box of dryer sheets arranged in front, a roll of quarters gripped in each hand like cudgels. With a quiet, focused intensity to make sure she had to spend the least amount of time here as possible she dumped each laundry basket into a separate washing machine before adding detergent and selecting the appropriate setting.
"Euh," Jill said in disgust when she opened the lid to the third washing machine, a pair of black lace panties perched atop the spindle as if placed there on display.
She could see the wet residue in the crotch of the sheer material, the way it was matted thickly at the crotch, drying and flaking towards the edges and let the lid close.
The next washer was even worse, the smell horrendous, as if someone had defecated in the tub and she let the lid drop after only raising it a few inches. She checked two more while glancing furtively at the sleeping man along the far wall who had snorted and cursed beneath his breath at the bang of the lid, neither much of an improvement with one containing a load of still damp laundry that had white mildew growing on the fabric and the other filled with a muddy sludge an inch or two deep.
Not wanting to get any closer to the man, Jill returned to the original washer and raised the lid. She could easily see the white plastic of the spindle through the black sheer cloth where it wasn't clotted and stained, tiny parallel black threads running diagonally through it, one set to the left, one to the right with a tiny black diamond where the lines intersected. Instead of a thong that would run up the crack of her ass the panties had two thin spaghetti straps that attached to the bottom of the crotch and up to two sheer triangles that would barely cover each ass cheek. A black bow was centered at the front of the panties, the hips thinning to barely a thread of cloth.
Jill's body shuddered at the thought of how those panties would feel, her asshole left naked and exposed, the sheer material doing nothing to conceal her sex from a lovers eyes. It was something that she would have been happy to wear fresh from Victoria's Secret, but as is...
She eyed the crusty white, matted stain in the crotch of the material distastefully. From the coloration and amount she was confident that it was more than just what a woman would have left, that a man had helped with his own little addition.
Jill glanced towards the sleeping man and then eyed the panties with a grimace. After looking around for anything that she could snag a strap on and finding nothing, she reached out with two fingers and carefully picked up the thin strap that would have gone over the woman's hips and gingerly lifted it up off the spindle. Even at arms length she realized she could smell the panties, a musky scent of shellfish and salt mixed with a chalky, astringent smell of cum.
She bit her lip at the smell, now certain that the woman who had been wearing them had just been freshly fucked, some unknown man's seed still inside of her when she slipped them on. She felt a tinge of excitement, her body responding to that smell in a way she found entirely unwelcome as she began to get wet, a dull ache flaring to life.
Still holding the panties by the tips of her fingers she turned around in search of a trashcan just as the bell over the door jangled pleasantly.
"Shit!" Jill exclaimed and without thinking wadded up the panties in her hand and stuck her hand in the pocket of her North Face fleece jacket.
"Ahhhh, fuck!" Jill hissed at the sticky, wet, cold feel against her palm.
"Sorry?" a female voice said from behind her.
Jill turned to find a short Asian girl wearing a bright yellow sundress a few feet away staring at her in concern.
"Sorry, nothing," Jill replied and tried to ignore the cold wetness in her hand, "I... I was just being a dumb ass."
The woman stared at Jill for a moment, a small smile playing over her wide mouth.
"I'll take your word for it," the woman replied and then glanced towards the washer that Jill had raised the lid on.
A flicker of concern crossed the woman's heart shaped face when she saw the raised lid before looking back at Jill.
"Would you mind if I..." the woman asked and gestured towards the washing machine, "My boyfriend was being an ass and said he left something of mine in the washer."
"Oh," Jill replied, her face heating in embarrassment and very aware of the cold, slimy feel in the palm of her hand, "Uh... sure."
The woman hurried over to the washer and peered inside for a long moment and then glanced furtively towards the sleeping man at the back of the room.
"Did you maybe... find something inside when you lifted the lid?" the woman asked.
Jill's face scrunched up while she held her breath for a moment.
"I did!" Jill whispered and pulled her hand slowly out of her pocket before extending her arm towards the woman, "I'm sorry!"
The woman's mouth opened in surprise as she glanced down at the sheer blank panties clutched in Jill's hand and then up to stare at her.
"I... I was going to throw them away, I swear!" Jill confessed while still holding out the panties.
The woman again glanced from Jill's hand up to her face with a crooked grin.
"I'm glad you didn't 'throw them away'," she said, emphasizing the last three words, "They were stupid expensive and I was already pissed at my boyfriends stupid ass immature bullshit."
The woman reached out and picked up the pair of underwear from Jill's hand, a wet spot obvious in her palm. The woman stared at Jill's hand for a moment and then took out several tissues from a purse, Jill surprised when the woman wrapped up her panties in the cloth instead of offering them to her. Jill tried to ignore the musky scent of sex and cum as well as the heat between her thighs, her face a bright red. Jill began to close her hand then opened it again and then looked around for something to clean her palm with before finally making a fist and putting her hand back in her pocket, the woman smiling at her discomfort the entire time.
"Your boyfriend left them in the washer?" Jill finally asked
"Yea, the asshole," the woman responded and rolled her eyes, "This place was empty except for just the two of us earlier and we...
"Well, I bet you can guess, but afterwards before we left he asked me to take my underwear off. I didn't know he had left them until we got home."
Jill tried to ignore her wet hand while glancing around the laundromat and the large plate glass windows that had a perfect view of the sidewalk and street, several cars passing by as she watched.
"Here?" Jill asked.
"Would you like some Kleenex?" the woman asked and pulled out a few more tissues from her purse.
"Please!" Jill said in relief and took the Kleenex from the woman to being wiping off her palm.
"Actually, I was sitting on the table just about where your laundry baskets are," the woman added while she watched Jill, "Why did you take my panties?
"I mean... they were just a little... juicy."
Jill had been staring at the spot where her baskets were sitting and then glancing towards the street, the spot in full view of anyone who might have happened to be passing by.
"I didn't mean to," Jill confessed and balled up the Kleenex in her hand after wiping her palm as clean as she could manage, "I picked them up with just my fingertips and then you scared the shit out of me when you came in I just... balled them up and hid them in my pocket!"
The woman laughed while grinning from ear to ear.
"Eww!" she said while still grinning.
"Ahh, yea, eww," Jill agreed, just noticing the woman's hazel eyes and the way they tilted up at the edges especially when she laughed, "But why in the world would you put them back on?
"I mean, after you and your boyfriend were finished."
"Who says I took them off first?" the woman replied.
"Ssshu the fu up!" a slurred, drunken voice yelled from the back of the room causing both women to jump in surprise.
"Are you here by yourself?" the woman whispered after glaring at the man who had rolled over to face the wall.
"Yea, I hate doing laundry, especially when I'm the only one here!" Jill replied just as softly.
"I'm April," the woman said and held out a hand, Jill reaching out to shake it almost instinctively with a mental grimace about what had just been in it, "How about I stay while you do your laundry?
"I mean, it's the least I can do since you got a hand full of..."
April raised her eyebrows and glanced downward, Jill laughing in spite of herself.
"I'm Jill," Jill replied self consciously while trying to ignore the feel of April's cool hand in hers and what she had been covering her palm only moments before.
"And I didn't even get fingered when you got a handful, either!" April said so frankly that it took Jill a moment to process what she had just said.
"Oh... ahhh, you don't have to stay if you're busy!" Jill said automatically, her voice still low.
"No, that's fine, I'd like to," April replied, "Make my asshole boyfriend squirm after I yelled at him and stormed out.
