A couple of years ago I was living by myself in an apartment right by the beach. Because I had the opportunity to work from home, I had a lot of free time which I used to swim, run, and get a tan at the beach. My body became pure perfection - I was slim, tanned, and toned with breasts that spilled out of the tiny bikini tops I wore.
One night I got home from the beach just as it was getting dark and I found that I desperately needed to do some laundry. The apartment I lived in had no laundry room so I went to the Laundromat on the next block. I wore a skimpy sundress sans underwear due to my lack of clothing at the time. I figured no one would be doing their laundry on a friday night so I didn't need to worry about looking "appropriate." My brunette hair was tousled and my body probably still smelled like saltwater.
Sure enough I arrived to a pretty deserted Laundromat. There were two men there, though. They looked like surfers - young, tanned, and buff. One of them actually looked kind of familiar. I noticed them check me out as I loaded the washer, and when I stepped outside to have a cigarette, they both followed.
"Could I have one of those?" The first guy asked. I said sure and handed him a cigarette. The other guy just stood there.
"Need a light?" I asked, taking my lighter out of my purse.
"Yeah..." He replied. I leaned forward and lit his cigarette for him. As I did it he leaned forward, too, looking me in the eye. A tingle went through my body and I realized this guy was hot for me, as I was for him by then.
"I'm Steve, this is Tom," He said, after aking a few drags from his cigarette. Tom smiled. Both of these guys were hot, I thought!
"I'm Raynne," I replied, looking Steve straight in the eye.
"Well, Raynne, what brings you here on a friday night?" He smiled again, making me even more aware of his presence. I breathed slower, taking more deliberate drags off of the cigarette.
"I'm looking for excitement, I guess," I half-joked, hoping he would pick up on my hint. I was already imagining stradling him on top of a washing machine.
"Excitement? Well I am sure that could be arranged..." He took a few steps closer to me, leaned forward, and put out his cigarette. I did the same, making sure he could see my cleavage as I did so. The action was so obvious that both men clapped. I laughed.
I walked back inside and Steve followed close behind, as did Tom. I felt Steve's hand brush my thigh as he walked past. I sat on the counter in front of both men and asked them,
"What kind of excitement would you arrange?" I leaned forward again, this time even more dramatically, allowing for a clear view down my dress. My nipples were hard.
Steve stepped closer until his face was almost touching mine. He put his arms down on the counter on either side of my hips and leaned in close.