It was late at night when Hellie finally remembered to do her laundry. In her pajamas-- an undershirt and short sweat-shorts-- she brought her bag of clothes down to the basement of the house where she rented a room. She watched tv on the couch upstairs while she waited for her clothes to wash. When she went back down to get them however, she realized the washer had stopped a few minutes through. Her clothes were wet and soapy.
She texted her housemate, Trevor.
"Oh yeah I meant to tell Bryant earlier..the washer's broken. Sorry bb."
Hellie sighed.
She heaved her heavy, wet clothes to the closest laundromat, a 24-hour place that still took quarters.
An old man slept in a chair behind the counter in the back. Another man, muscly and tatted, sat on a bench looking at his phone.
Hellie chose a machine and put her clothes in for a rewash. As she crouched to load the clothes, she felt eyes on her. She realized that the loose waistband of her tiny shorts had crept down, that her ass crack was showing. She stood, pulled her shorts up, and turned to glance toward the man on the bench.
He was watching her.
Hellie quickly looked away. She pulled her shorts up higher, wedging the cloth in her ass crack, and bent down immediately, pushing her ass back toward the man. She pretended to search for something in her bag. She knew her round ass cheeks were more than halfway out of the bottom of her shorts. She let him watch her ass as she continued with the clothes.
Once she'd finished loading the machine, Hellie turned just slightly.
He was still watching.
Ignoring him, Hellie took her bra off, unhooking it beneath her shirt and pulling it out from under it. Through her thin tank top, the outline and shape of her breasts was obvious. Her nipples poked out blatantly. She made sure that the man could see the way they moved and jiggled as she finishing putting her laundry away, as she dramatically stood on wobbly tiptoes to put her laundry bag on top of the machine, and as she put in her coins and started it.
Then, phone in hand, Hellie climbed up and sat on top of the machine. She began to look at her phone, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, her tank top hanging down to let the man see down her shirt. She let the rumbling of the machine send ripples through her curvy body.
It wasn't long before the wash was finished. Hellie climbed down to unload her clothes. She didn't look back at the man, but she saw him out of the corner of her eye when she checked to make sure the old guy was still asleep. She smiled to herself.
She was just closing the dryer when she felt big hands take a sudden hold of her waist.
"Don't make a sound bitch." The man held tightly to her hips, his body pushing against her ass. "I see you over here showing off your ass and your tits for me."
One arm snaked up her shirt and he grasped a handful of meaty titty.
"Ooh," Hellie breathed, her body tensing.
He pushed his hard-on firmly against her low back and ass "We're going to sneak this right inside you. Because that's what sluts get."
Hellie pushed her ass back against the man's cock, rubbing her soft exposed flesh against his hardness.
He grunted quietly. "Fuck. You really are a fucking slut." He reached down and slipped his hands into her shorts, touching her chubby cheeks, her naked ass, and her warm, wet pussy.
