I'm having an affair.
Like many in this position I didn't plan it. I'm in my mid thirties, happy with a family and my life but I guess something must have been missing otherwise I wouldn't be here.
It started because of the bad weather we'd been having. Weeks of rain with little respite had made our laundry pile grow and grow. I'm lucky that I work from home so I can be flexible about my hours and I mostly took care of the domestic chores through the week but it seemed as soon as the sun came out and the laundry was hung out, the rain would soak it and minutes later I'd be back to square one.
I agreed with my wife that I'd take the four massive bags to the launderette one day and having never been, didn't really know what to expect. There aren't many around where I live and I had to drive to another suburb to find one. It was a pleasant surprise – it was clean, loads of machines, a TV showing news stories, a decent coffee machine; all good.
Unfortunately I imagined someone would be there to do it for me but the door at the back of the place was locked and a sign said that service washes were only available on certain days and at certain times.
The first day was a bit of a chore. It took around 2 hours to wash and dry and wiped out a lot of time for me. A week later I had to go back but this time took my laptop and managed to get some work done. The clientele were interesting; lots of what I guessed were single guys and backpackers and most were friendly and chatty.
So it went on for three weeks until one week I realised I'd left a load in one of the machines. I hoped it would still be there and went back the next day but it had gone so I called the number on the door at the back that I guessed led to a store or something. I'd still never seen anyone working there but a woman answered I explained the situation and she said that one of the staff might have put it away. We arranged to meet; she was the owner and there every night to close up but it would be very late.
My wife works really hard and is usually in bed pretty early, she knew I'd be going out and was fast asleep by the time I left. When I got to the launderette it was closed up and I knocked on the door. The woman who came out was nothing like I expected. I don't really know what I expected but it certainly wasn't the person walking towards me.
"Mark?"
"Yeah, hi, you're Nadia?"
Nadia locked the door behind me and I watched her move ahead of me. I thought she must be around 15 years older than me, the same height and that night was dressed in a white blouse and black, tight leggings with black, calf hugging boots to her knees. She looked elegant and very well dressed and a little out of place. Her face had little make up and her hair was a little scruffy from the end of the day but she was naturally beautiful with dark brown eyes and tanned skin.
As she walked her round arse swayed and her thighs rubbed together. She had gorgeous curves, just the hint of a roll under her blouse and what looked like large, heavy breasts.
She escorted me into the back room where there was a desk and office stuff in one corner, laundry supplies on shelves and and a dozen or so neatly folded piles of laundry.
"Don't worry, as you can see, we get a lot of stuff left behind. You're welcome to look through what's here." she said
I smiled but didn't move as she stood at the edge of the desk. I was daydreaming, still thinking about how cold her skin might feel in my hands. I realised I was staring and turned without catching her eye.
"I'm not what you expected am I?" she asked as I began to flick over the piles of laundry
"Sorry, er" I turned to look at her, a little off guard and I smiled "No, not exactly." I realised she had caught me and knew exactly what I was thinking. I stopped and leant on the shelf as I listened to her story.
She explained that she owned quite a few launderette's and mostly left them to run themselves with just a couple of staff who toured around doing the service washes at different times. She lived alone, kids had left home and this kept her looking as well as she did.
"You don't look like you spend the day washing clothes, you're far too elegant, I mean, look at your nails." I said and smiled. They were perfectly manicured, not long but glossy and pale with white tips.