Risky Laundry Room Fun

This is a continuation of my previous stories about my public exhibitionist adventures and is officially part 2 of the larger collection. Please check out the series named Risky Public Adventures for the previous stories. All future stories won't follow a timeline but rather cover memorable events in my public exposure adventures. Hope you enjoy!

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I spent the better part of the winter working, gaming, jerking off, and half-assing my first year of college. After the school year ended I realized I didn't like what I was going to school for and felt the need to get away from home and be on my own. I decided I would move that summer to the largest city in our state. Initially I was able to move in with some family who had a spare room where I proceeded to lock myself away whenever I could to try to satiate my need to cum at least 3 times a day. Unfortunately it wasn't that easy and found living with extended family to be challenging in other ways as well. Because of this I quickly found myself needing to find my own place.

I eventually ended up in a 1 bedroom condo that was part of a complex that had garden level apartments that were half below grade leaving the floor of the second floor units at about head height. I just so happened to get one of the units that was midway down in the building on the second floor. If I left the blinds open I would see quite a few people walking by my place with easy viewing into my living room at most hours of the day. This was also the first time I had ever lived completely solo and certainly found myself taking full advantage of the situation, spending much of my time nude and cumming often.

After moving into this place I found myself watching more and more porn at the expense of just about everything else. If I wasn't working or at school I was most likely jerking off to porn or playing video games. This led me to hunting down new kinks to experiment with, some of them were more tame and run-of-the-mill while others were dirtier, both in the kink level as well as physically. I also kept looking at finding ways to challenge myself in new ways, pushing my own boundaries.

This was also the first place I had lived without a washer and dryer in the unit so I had to use the on-site shared laundry facility to do my laundry. This was new for me and gave me something new to experiment with as moving into my new place also brought back my need for public exposure quite badly. I would sit on my couch fantasizing about every person walking by and exposing myself to them. This felt risky though as I would be in my apartment and anyone would know exactly where to find me. The laundry room on the other hand was shared by no less than 10 buildings and probably over 100 units. If someone saw me there they wouldn't know how to find me and I could just lay low for a while. At least that's where my mind was at at the time.

I spent the first couple months doing my laundry like normal, scoping out the laundry room at different times and days to see when the best time to experiment would be while fantasizing about what I could get away with and what could happen if I was caught. I finally decided that going in on a Monday night was the best because it was generally quite slow as it seemed most people did their laundry on the weekend. I started making plans for what I would do, spurred on by dares I found online.

The next Monday rolled around and I loaded up my laundry basket. I stepped outside like normal, wearing only a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, and walked over to the laundry room across the street from my building. It was still early fall so it wasn't too cold out and the cool ground felt great on my feet. As I approached the laundry room I started to feel my heart race. I kept walking, telling myself to act normally. Eventually I reached the door and opened it, hoping not to see anyone inside. As I stepped into the room the door swung shut behind me with a small bang, startling me slightly. The room was split down the middle with a long row of tables for folding laundry with washing machines and dryers running along each wall. It was a long room with space between the tables and machines for wheeled basket carts to be moved around that were able to slide under the tables when not in use. No one was in the room, however there were a couple machines running so I knew that someone could come in at any time.

I walked to the far end of the room to the opposite corner from the door and set my basket down on the table. I then proceeded to load up the washer with my clothes. My plan was to take my clothes off and wash them with the rest of my clothes and either spend my time naked there or try to get back home naked. I took my shirt off and tossed it in the machine with the rest of my clothes. I was now standing in nothing but my shorts. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves a bit and put my thumbs in the shorts. I started to very slowly push them down a little bit, exposing the top of my public hair and asscrack. I stopped for a second to take some more deep breaths as I looked around the room. Just then I heard the door open to the laundry room and a woman walked in, heading for a dryer near the entrance. She looked to be in her late 30s or early 40s and had a little bit of weight to her, but she still looked quite hot with large tits held in by a tanktop and nothing else. She had on a pair of running shorts that were just a little baggy so I couldn't tell what she had on underneath, but my mind immediately started thinking about what she looked like naked causing my cock to start getting slightly hard under my shorts.

I quickly pulled my thumbs from my shorts, my public hair and asscrack still showing, and turned to put my detergent and money into the machine. When I closed the machine door to start the load and turned around I saw her look my way. I saw her eyes dart over my exposed chest before seeing her smile when she caught my eyes. I wasn't sure if she could see my waist or not, but my heart was pounding in my chest anyway as my cock grew more under my shorts. I smiled back as I stepped back toward the benches set along the back wall and sat down, spreading my legs wide and leaning back, my cock pushing against my shorts causing a noticeable tent as I watched the woman pull her laundry out into her basket.

As I watched her fold her laundry, seeing her large tits bounce and move in her tank top, my shorts started to ride up exposing more of my legs, as well as more down exposing more pubic hair as the tent became more apparent. I was pretty sure she couldn't see my crotch from where she was but couldn't be sure. She did seem to be pretty flirty every time she looked my way, though I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to make a move. As I watched her I noticed her drop a pair of her panties on the floor under the table, a black lacy g-string. I couldn't see her counter so I wasn't sure if it was on purpose, but I smiled back at her as she picked up her basket to leave, the panties still on the floor. I said goodnight to her as she walked away.

I sat there for a minute, my cock barely covered and pushing against my shorts, before I stood up and walked over to pick up her panties. I stuck them in my pocket to take home later and went back to my machine. I then hooked my thumbs into my shorts again and pulled them down, quicker this time, feeling my cock spring free. I stepped out of my shorts and set them down on the table before taking a walk around the room, my cock bouncing with every step. I wanted to spend the rest of the time my clothes were washing and drying naked and didn't know if I would be able to pull it off, but the feeling of the cool air on my hard cock as it bounced felt amazing. I walked back to the benches and sat down, the cold sending a shock through me when my bare ass hit the hard plastic. I spread my legs again, fully exposing my rock hard cock and firm balls to the room. I grabbed hold of my cock firmly and started stroking, using my pre-cum as lubricant as I kept watch on the door.

As I continued stroking, feeling myself get more and more worked up, sweat started to build on my forehead and body. I started to pick up the pace of my stroking, feeling my balls lift and fall against the plastic bench. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, basking in the pleasure I was giving myself. Just as I was about to cum the buzzer went off on one of the dryers on the opposite side of the tables. It startled me enough that I was able to hold off cumming and checked the door to see if I was still safe. The coast appeared to be clear so I reached down between my legs with my other hand and started pulling gently on my balls while I jerked my cock, now slick and shiny from the large amount of precum oozing from my tip. I pulled my hand away for a second from my balls to lick a finger, preparing myself to fuck my own ass, just as I saw the door handle move. Panicking, I quickly ducked down behind the table and crawled under it. I couldn't reach my shorts without the person knowing I was there so I decided to try to stay hidden and hope they didn't look under the tables.

The tables were standing height and completely open underneath. Luckily it was a pretty small room and you couldn't really see under the tables unless you bent over, so I tried to stay calm and hoped they either didn't fold their laundry here or at the very least didn't drop anything. I watched their feet and legs from under the table. It looked to be another woman, but this time she was quite heavyset and my hopes it was the first girl were dashed. I watched her legs as she walked over to the dryer that had just buzzed and started to pull her clothes out into her own basket. I hoped that meant she would fold at home. It felt like forever before she finally picked up her basket to leave. I waited a couple minutes after she left before I made a move, though my hand was on my cock this whole time. Just as I started to stroke again I heard my washing machine buzz.

I crawled out from under the table, my asshole spreading wide as I stood up, cock standing upright and shiny as my balls swung in the air. I walked over to the washing machine and unloaded it into one of the wheel baskets before carting it over to the other side of the tables to the dryer. I shoved my clothes into the dryer and started the machine just as I heard the door handle turning. I quickly dove under the tables again just as the door swung open. This time I was more confident in my abilities to hide so I slowly crawled my way to the opposite end of the tables from this person. Once I got to the end of the tables I turned around, leaning my back against the wall as I spread my legs, exposing myself directly at the person at the other end of the tables. It appeared to be a man this time though I couldn't tell his age. Unfortunately, he set to folding his laundry before leaving and seemed like he may be there a while as it appeared to be a large load.

At this point my mind was racing, my cock was so stiff I could pole vault with it, and my balls were aching from not being able to release. Needless to say, I wasn't thinking clearly as I reached between my legs with both hands, one on my cock and one grazing my asshole. I slowly slid two fingers into my tight ass while I started pumping on my cock. While I pleasured myself I watched as the man folded his laundry then proceeded to move another load from a washer to the dryer. I kept fingering my asshole and stroking my wet glistening cock, the head turning a light shade of purple from all the blood pushing into it. I felt myself reaching the edge as I let my eyes fall shut.

Just as I started to feel the first jet of cum shoot out and land on my chest I heard the door open again. As I came, covering myself in thick white cum, I kept my eyes closed. I wasn't sure if I was in the clear or if someone else came in, but I didn't care as my balls deflated and my ass squeezed my fingers tight. As my orgasm subsided I slowly opened my eyes. I looked out from under the table and didn't see anyone else in the room with me. With a sigh of relief, both from cumming after so much edging, as well as being safe again, I let myself slide down onto the floor, laying with my legs spread, feeling the hot sticky cum on my chest and stomach as my breathing slowed.

After a few minutes basking in my sticky mess and orgasm I slowly pushed myself up. I scooted out from under the table and stood up, my cock still slightly hard, as I walked over to my shorts sitting on the table. I fished out the g-string I snagged out of my pocket and pulled it on before sliding my shorts on. The feeling of the soft fabric on my sensitive cock, balls, and asshole sent a sensation through my body and my cock began to stiffen again against the fabric. My cum was starting to slide down my body and I left it there as I waited for my clothes to be done drying. The rest of the time I waited was uneventful with no one coming in. I sat there letting my cum dry to a sticky streak on my chest and belly while I felt the g-string riding up my ass for the first time. My cock stayed semi-hard while I unloaded my laundry and folded it.

Just as I was picking up my basket to leave, another younger woman walked in wearing a tee shirt and baggy shorts. The tight shirt showed her hard nipples on some smaller B cup tits and a firm stomach and nice round ass. We crossed paths near the end of the tables, my bare, cum-covered chest, still exposed. As I stepped past I saw her do a double take when she saw my chest, clearly caught off guard by the sticky cum, before her eyes moved down to the tent in my pants. As I looked back I could see her checking out my ass, the thong sticking out above my shorts. I watched her eyes move up to mine with a big smile on her face as I smiled back before leaving. I walked home, my cock pushing against the g-string, and proceeded to take a shower, fingering my ass for most of it before going to bed, naked and happy.