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.