Before I tell you my story, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I am a freshman in college. I live in a small dorm by myself (don't ask me how that miracle occurred). I have always been a straight A student. I am not the type to break the rules, but desperate times call for desperate measures...
I looked up after finishing my homework last Wednesday night and realized that my hamper was overflowing and my closet was absolutely, completely empty. "How could this happen?" I asked myself. I was so caught up in the throes of college that I was wearing my last outfit and hadn't even noticed until 9:45.
I threw the contents of my hamper into a few laundry bags and raced to the Laundromat just off campus. I ran to the door and found it locked. Normally, I not a very forward person, but this was a major disaster. I banged on the door obnoxiously until it swung open. A man, who looked a little older than me, was on the other side.
"We closed at ten," he said with an annoyed look on his face.
This was going to be difficult.
"Please, please, please. I just started school here and this is the last outfit in my closet and I have to give an oral report tomorrow. I can't wear something I've already worn. I'll pay double."
He thought about it for a minute. I noticed his eyes start to wander to my tight tank top. I sighed deeply, which (not accidentally) pushed my breasts up even further.
"Alright. I could use some company while I do the drop-off laundry."
I began to load my clothes into the washer while he cleaned up a little, rearranged the carts, and closed the blinds. From across the room, he started to talk to me.
"Did you say that was your last outfit?"
"Yes," I said, a little surprised that he was initiating conversation.
"Well, if you want, you can wash that too. I wouldn't mind."
I was taken aback by his casual forwardness, but I really did need to have as many outfits as possible. I had never exposed myself to anyone in the light; even with my boyfriends, I always preferred to keep it dark. And I had absolutely never shown anything without at least three dates. That was my rule. But he did let me in here after hours. I figured one way to repay him would be a little show.
After a few minutes, I had made up my mind. I slowly pulled my tank top over my head and dropped it into my first washer. I put the detergent in as usual, and started the load. I wondered if he was watching, or if he really didn't mind.
I unzipped my skirt and it crumpled onto the floor. I stepped out and bent over to pick it up, taking a little longer than necessary, giving him the perfect view of my ass in my lacy panties.
I was very grateful that my last available lingerie was some of my best. The panties were sheer, lacy, and hardly covered me. The bra was covered with the same material and pushed my breasts together comfortably. I had been saving them for a special occasion, but none presented themselves, so they were left for laundry day.
At this point, I figured I would just go all out. I slowly walked over to him, swinging my hips slightly.
"Can you unhook this for me?" I asked in a whisper. He chuckled and eased the material off my shoulders and watched it drop to the floor.
"Whoops, how clumsy of me," he said with a devilish grin. I followed his lead by turning my back to him and slowly bending down to pick it up. When I turned to face him again, I heard him gasp a little and followed his eyes to my chest. My nipples were hard and pointy. I must admit, it was exhilarating to expose myself to a nameless stranger.
As a bit of a finale, I took a few steps away from him, hooked my fingers in the lacy fabric of my panties, and slowly slid them down my thighs, giving him a great view of my now bare ass. I strutted back to the other side of the room, dropped the rest of my clothes in, and started the load. I headed to the row of chairs against the wall.
"Sorry ma'am, I was about to wipe these chairs down. I'm going to need you to sit on one of the washers, or stand up."
I enjoyed the firm, but gentle way he spoke to me. I eased myself on top of one of the washers I just started. It was a big load, and it was an outdated washer, so I still had an hour to wait. I leaned my back against the wall and enjoyed the warmth of the washer underneath my bare skin. It shook and vibrated a little, which began to relax my tense muscles. My eyes involuntarily began to slide closed, but shot back open when I realized my voyeur was approaching.
"You look really stressed," he said quietly. "College," I replied simply. I gasped a little as he took my left foot in his hand and started to rub and massage it.