Disclaimer: Adapted from a manga called "Half Dried Laundry" by Doi Sakazaki.
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Amy Noteworthy was one of those ditzy women who left doing laundry until the very last minute. She had dark brown hair that reached past her shoulders in waves like a dark river spun over sturdy shoulders that in no way looked manly. She was tall -- almost 6 feet without even wearing high heels) and her most prominent feature, beside her blue eyes and her cute bubble butt; were her tits. Let's be blunt people, Amy was a good person and also a good coworker, but I had the luck of being the only woman in the whole floor of the large company I worked at to get the job because of my mental skills rather than my looks, so whilst I could be reasonable and comprehensible if only for the sake of keeping good relations at work; I was reasonably upset with her.
I've been told that I have good enough looks, my breasts are a 34B cup, and since I have about a medium height they are in good proportion with my body. My body is lean, but other than that I have no prominent feature that I like.
Amy, on the other hand; had 38D sized breasts; she was taller -- as mentioned before -- and considered one hot piece of ass in the whole building. My problem with her wasn't her body or her attitude, it was that she was always dragging me to do laundry on a lonely Saturday night because she was on the verge of having literally nothing to wear and I was sick of it. It was also unfortunate -- for me -- that I lived two blocks away from her apartment complex.
So far, nothing note-worthy had happened, but I should've been careful that night.
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Since I had been running around doing chores around my small but very cozy apartment, cleaning and such, I just grabbed the easiest outfit ever and ran to pick Amy up. I just didn't notice that I'd pick the one outfit I shouldn't have.
My outfit consisted of white shorts -- no underwear since I had been in a rush to get out of my bathroom and into my room -- and a pink shirt -- no bra either, on Saturdays I often went without. I combed my hair, grabbed my short change, my key as well and left.
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Amy shocked me when she said that she really had nothing to wear. She entered the almost empty -- self-service -- Laundromat and quickly divested of her clothing, leaving her with a tiny swimsuit that resembled a long strip of lace really that covered only her nipples and her pussy lips, though the lower part was much more difficult. Since the swimsuit barely covered her nipples, her aureola were clearly visible to the side, one wrong move and she'd be completely topless. Her lower half wasn't even better. It was just a tiny T-shaped thong attached to the top from the front. I could see -- without even trying too much -- that she was shaved bare. When I couldn't tear my gaze from her, she giggled and said that she always used the laser gun -- one of those new things I wasn't too eager to try -- every year to prevent razor burns when shaving.
I sat on one chair not even looking and frowned. I stood up and my frown deepened when I realized I had sat in an old greasy chair. My white shorts from the bottom to my waist were filled with grease. When Amy realized what happened, she gasped.
"Oh Diane! You have to wash your shorts, your shirt too! If you don't, it'll stain for sure!" -- I was disgruntled, but couldn't see the problem of it.
It wasn't until I slid my shorts down to my legs that I realized I hadn't worn underwear underneath.
"Diane, are you going commando tonight?" -- She teased, and I blushed a little as I grumbled out that I had been in a rush all day that I'd forgotten to wear underwear. So there I was, sitting -- in another chair of course -- with my legs shut and my bare arms over my naked bosom. Immediately, Amy sat down next to me and she gave me a magazine so that I wouldn't get bored.
Still, I could sense her gaze at my uncovered mound.
"What is it?" -- I asked.
"Well... I just didn't know you kept your hair like that. Don't you ever shave?" -- She asked in her ditzy voice.
I shook my head. I kept my dark auburn pubic hair groomed, but I never shaved. It seemed so indecent to me. Then, I don't know how or from where; but she offered to shave me with some hand soap and a Gillette.
"Amy, where on earth did you get that?" -- I asked concerned.
"Oh... well... the owner of the place always has these grooming stuff for men. This Laundromat is the closest to the highway, so it stands to reason to have something for possible customers." -- She said flippantly.
That, did not make sense to me at all. In the end, I was coerced into sitting on top of a folding-clothes table and spreading my legs so that she'd shave me nice and clean.
I thought that nothing could get worse than this, but those 'possible' customers made their way to the Laundromat just then. I was mortified, Amy wouldn't let my legs go and she continued to shave away my pubic hair from my major labia and sometimes even going as far as dipping a finger inside to take away all hair from the inside too.
The two men that came in didn't look like truckers, but I guess it didn't matter that much to me whether or not they met my prejudiced criteria of what a trucker should look like. I crossed my arms over my naked chest, but couldn't stop Amy from shaving away. The ditz even started to shave the hair around my anus! I was completely exposed.
"Well lookit here!" -- The older one said. He was so tall that next to me -- I was sure -- he could dwarf me.
"Mike, leave her alone." -- said the younger male. He was also tall, but not as freakishly tall as his friend.
They both had short brown hair, no beard and teasing green eyes. They took in the sight of me and Amy looking so deliciously naked -- or nearly naked in Amy's case -- that I shivered.
When Amy finally finished her duty, she washed me off -- I was beyond mortified because she touched every nook and crevice of my major and minor labia in her quest to make sure it was soap-free -- and I almost died when she stood up abruptly leaving me with my legs wide open to the sight of the men.
