It was a muggy afternoon late last summer, I'd struggled down the street to the launderette to escape the oppressive heat in my apartment. I was sat on a bench under the ancient struggling aircon unit sipping a coke when I heard it, what every inhabitant of the city had been praying for all week: the first rumble of thunder of a storm to clear the air. I moved to watch the black clouds surge across the sky towards us, something mesmerising about their roiling forms. Around me the local grannies packed up their washes and scurried off back home. The owner came through from the back and peered at the sky worriedly "Looks like big one today" he said "might need to shut early."
I knew he lived in the building above with his elderly parents and pets, both of which would struggle with a big storm, and he was right about the clouds looking like it was going to be intense. "I'll keep an eye on the machines" I offered "I need to get these loads done and like watching the rain. Leave me a key and I'll lock the door when I'm done and run it up to you."
He looked at me oddly then started as an almighty crash of thunder rolled across the city, met by howls from the animal population. "Alright" he agreed, heading behind the counter by the curtain to the back. After making sure he'd switched off all the heavy duty service wash equipment through the back he lifted the spare keys off their hook and brought them over. He paused as he pressed them into my hand.
"I'll be fine" I assured him.
He nodded "help yourself to tokens, speed dial 1 if you need me."
"Got it" I told him again and shut the door after him.
I sat there alone enjoying the tranquility, my machines gently thrumming in the background as the clouds rolled closer. Then a grey curtain fell across the city as the clouds opened, a growing susurration like a giant caressing some massive snare drum. It surged across the city, gaining depth with thousands of flat cracks as the windows got battered; then it was over me, swelling to a crescendo as the elemental release reigned. In that first surge I could barely see out but then it settled down a little to just be a constant sheeting, wind sending the curtains of water across the street.
I was stood staring out into space, meditating almost, when suddenly I saw her. She was trying to shelter in the doorway opposite, but not having much luck in the downpour. I opened the door and waved for her to come across. She pulled her jacket about her and dashed across the road, sending up splashes with every footstep. The tiled entrance to the launderette caught her out though as her wet shoe slipped and send her sprawling into me. Without thought I wrapped my arms around her to hold her up and pressed her tighter against me. It took us a moment of shock before she steadied herself and I let her go. It was then I got a proper look at her as she stood dripping before me. My eyes took in the sensible heels standing in her growing puddle, ran up her legs to the navy skirt clinging to her curves from knee to waist. Her blazer was buttoned up tight over a generous bust, the firm globes of which I'd felt press against me as I held her. She brushed her shoulders length brown hair out of her face and met my gaze, eyes boring into me. Oh yeah, she was one hot lady, maybe in her late thirties but only her air of maturity and confidence giving that away.
She smiled, face lighting up. "Hey, thanks for opening up, it's a bit damp out there."
"It's okay" I said, looking down at her and flushing as I noticed her white blouse had basically become see through from its soaking. "The place is open anyway."
Her eyes twinkled as I coloured but she stepped away. "this your place?" She asked, taking a seat and slipping her heels off.
I explained I was just watching it for the owner and we chatted for a few minutes. She was a legal assistant, PA to some big firm, visiting a few clients in the area with some paperwork when she'd been caught out by the storm on her way back to the metro.
It struck me she was still sat in her wet clothes, and I there was a hint of a chatter about her teeth. "I'm such an idiot" I apologised "I'm sure we'll have some towels or something from the service wash through the back, you'll want to dry off."
"That's very kind of you."
I glanced outside to the deserted street but flicked the lock on the door as I passed, just in case. After a few minutes rummaging I found a sack with the local beauty salon's laundry and dug out a few towels and a soft robe. I returned to the front room and stopped dead in my tracks at the sight before me. She had just stepped out of her skirt and was bent over to pick it up. I was greeted by her long stocking clad legs rising to a round, pert arse framed by black suspenders and graced by a light covering of red lace panties. My breath caught in my throat and my cock twitched in my pants, an instant semi growing.
She must have heard me come in as she straightened up and looked over her shoulder at me. "Oh, great, you found some towels, I guess I could rather use one" she said as she hung up her skirt on a peg next to her blazer.
