Just Doing Her Laundry...
 

Everybody might not find this story exciting (nothing in public, only two of us involved, etc.), but it actually happened to me, so I like it!

Part 1 of 5

I had just moved to a new city for my job a couple of months earlier. I was 25 and I was moving away from my girlfriend. We promised to keep our relationship going long-distance. I had my own, well-appointed apartment close to my office and I didn't have any friends or family at this new location. One of the first people I met at my new job was Sarah. She was slightly older than me, about 27, and she had only been at the job for a few months before I started. She was Asian, about 5'4" and a little chubby. It wasn't a bad chubby, though, just a little baby fat that worked well with her bone structure. She had short dark hair, and she was funny and friendly. She also had above average sized tits for an Asian. I think her slight chubbiness helped her out in this regard.

Our offices were close to each other and we quickly became friends. I got to know her pretty well over the next couple of months. I knew her likes and dislikes, I knew about her past and I also knew she had a boyfriend she had been dating for about two years. This was about how long I'd been dating my girlfriend. Her boyfriend lived about 30 minutes away from our office so she didn't get to see him that much during the work week. Also, he'd have to go on business trips quite often which left her alone much of the time. She also lived by herself in an apartment near our office (she wasn't ready to move in with her boyfriend).

The one thing she didn't like about her apartment was that she didn't have laundry facilities inside her apartment. So whenever she needed to do her laundry, she'd have to go to the laundromat and waste a weekend. My apartment, being slightly nicer, had a washer and dryer right in it.

Like I said, we quickly became close friends and realized we had a lot in common. I found her cute (not hot, but definitely cute) and I found myself really liking her body (and tits!) which was quite different from my girlfriend who was skinny. I also knew that she started liking me...a lot! I don't think she was ready to leave her boyfriend over me, but she was definitely into me.

One Friday at lunch she mentioned that her boyfriend was going to be away for the weekend. She knew I was a huge football fan and she wanted to know if she could come over that weekend and watch the big game with me. I still didn't have many friends in the area so I had planned on watching the game alone. But if she wanted to join me I thought that would be fun. I told her she could and that I'd have plenty of beer. I had no idea then what that was going to lead to. She also asked if she could bring her laundry over and do it in my apartment while we watched the game. I told her that would be fine, too.

That Sunday she knocked on my door about a half hour before the game started. I opened the door and she is looking REALLY good, REALLY cute. She had on a dark blue, tight-fitting t-shirt which highlighted the size of her tits and a relatively short denim skirt (about half-way down to her knees) and flip-flops. She's also carried a huge bag of laundry which I could tell would take awhile to finish. My washer was fast, but the dryer, with a small capacity, was small and slow.

She came in and put her stuff down. She mentioned she was hungry, but, being a (kind of) single guy I didn't have much food in the house - just some junk food. I turned the TV on and the pre-game show had started. She asked if she could get a batch of laundry going and I said she could. I told her how to do it and she put a load in. She complained again about being hungry and so as not to trouble me she offered to go and get some food and bring it back. I said that would be great and we decided she'd go get some sandwiches. She left and while she was gone I had a great idea. At this point I was fascinated with her tits. The size, the shape and the way they looked on her made me crazy. But I didn't know what size they actually were. While she was away, I went through her laundry bag (she had only started one load so there was still a lot of dirty laundry yet to be done) and found one of her bras. I looked at the label - 36C - and my curiosity was final quenched. This seemed about right and if felt cool knowing more information about her than she knew I did. I put the bra back where I found it and watched TV until she came back with the sandwiches.

We ate the sandwiches, watched TV and drank some beer during the game and she kept doing her laundry as well. About half way through the game and about three beers in each I could tell we were each getting a little tipsy. We were making more jokes, saying weird things and laughing at just about everything. There was some mild flirting as well and she would reach over and touch me on the arm occasionally, like when I said something funny.

She went to put another load of laundry in. I couldn't see the laundry room from where I was sitting as it was down a hall and around the corner. After a few minutes she came back and I noticed something was different about her. It took me a second, but I soon realized she had taken her bra off! She had the same clothes on, but her tits were now free under her tight t-shirt and they bounced majestically when she moved. This was hot and I could feel a quick hard-on start to rise in my jeans. She didn't say anything, just sat back down, took a sip of beer and continued chatting and watching the game.

To be continued...

Part 2 of 5
 

At one point in the game the camera panned to the cheerleaders. We had each had about four beers by then and we were feeling it - her especially. She was quite red in the face and was extremely talkative.

She said, "Do you think she's pretty?" pointing at an Asian-looking cheerleader.

"Yeah, she's okay." She was actually very hot, but I wasn't going to say that.

"Do you think she's better looking than me?" she asked.

"Hell no!" I said, lying. My friend was cute (and without a bra, VERY cute), but she wasn't cheerleader-hot.

"Whatever," she said, "you're lying."

"I'm not at at all lying," I said, lying again. "Plus, your body is way better." This wasn't necessarily a lie. Her big tits on her chubby frame were really turning me on.

"My body?" she said, "I've never really liked my body. I do like my boobs, though."

I was startled by this, but I had to agree - "Yeah, from what I can tell they're awesome."

She looked at me with feigned shock. "You've never even SEEN them! Plus at the office I feel like nobody notices me because of Justine." Justine was another one of our co-workers who was actually very hot. She had smaller tits than Sarah but she was also hotter than Sarah. And Sarah was right - all the guys did pay attention to Justine.

"Justine?" I said, "she's okay. But to tell you the truth I think you're much better looking. Justine's kind of a b*tch, too."

"Cool," she said, in a semi-drunken response. "Hey, do you want to see my boobs?" she said somewhat sheepishly. She then immediately retracted this - "Sorry, sorry, you have a girlfriend, I have a boyfriend. Sorry."

"No, it's okay," I said. I couldn't let this opportunity pass, girlfriend or no girlfriend. "Actually, I bet your boobs are great. To tell you the truth, I noticed them the first day I met you and I was really impressed."

"Thanks," she responded.

"Also," I said, "it looks like you took your bra off."

"What! How did you know that?" she said.

"I'm a guy. That' my job."

She laughed, and said "Well, I thought since I was doing my laundry I might as well wash everything I can. Really, though, how did you know."

"Okay, I'll be honest," I said, "your tits are hot and I stare at them every chance I get."

She again expressed some mock shock and blushed (at least I think she was blushing over her already alcohol induced red face). I could tell her nipples were hard as they were almost bursting through her shirt.

We were silent for a moment and then she said, "Okay, I'll lift up my shirt if you lift up your shirt." Wow! I thought, this must be a dream. I knew she was attracted to me, I worked out often and had a good body, but this seemed like an unfair exchange, even to me. But who was I to suggest that.

"I don't know..." I said, faking uncertainty.

"Oh come on, we're already drunk and I already took my bra off," she said.

I agreed to the exchange and on the count of three we both lifted up our shirts. I caught a quick glance of her beautiful tits - round, perky for their size, with medium, dark nipples. But before I knew it her shirt was down again while I was still holding mine up to my chin.

"Hey!" I said, "that's not fair - too quick! My shirt's still up!"

She giggled. She was looking at my chest and my six-pack (yes, despite my bad eating and drinking habits, I did have some nice abs).

"Okay, fine. I'll do it again. How long do I have to hold up my shirt?"

"You need to hold it up for as long as I've been holding mine up! Fifteen seconds."

"Fine," she said, though I could tell she was excited about it.

I was still holding up my shirt when she slowly lifted her's again. Once her shirt was at her neck she began counting, "one...two...three...."

I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts. They were big, but not too big, and I could tell they were firm. I wanted to touch them so bad (but that would have to wait). She could tell I was staring and she was smiling. Her nipples were still so hard.

"...fourteen...fifteen." And she put her shirt down. I put my shirt down as well.

"I love your abs," she said.

"Thanks, I love your tits." She laughed and put her hands on her tits, over her shirt in an effort to cover them. Or, more likely, she was getting horny and wanted to touch them.

To be continued...

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Part 3 of 5
 

I had an idea.

"Do you want to touch my abs?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah, of course," she said.

"Okay, on one condition. I let you touch my abs if you let me touch your boobs."

"Under my shirt?" she asked?

"Yes," I said.

"Okay, but I get to go first," she said. "And just once."

I lifted up my shirt and she put her hands on my stomach. This was the first time she had ever touched me in this way and I liked it. My dick liked it, too and I could feel it getting harder in my jeans. I don't think she noticed, though, as she was too focused. She rubbed my stomach and then up to my chest, squeezing and pressing. After a few seconds I pulled my shirt down and said, "my turn."

She obliged, somewhat reluctantly. She leaned back a little and pulled up her shirt. I didn't hesitate. My hands immediately went to her tits and she gasped a little. I gently grabbed them from the sides and rubbed my thumbs up and down, hitting her nipples once or twice. Her nipples were hard and when I touched them she gasped again. I looked up at her and her head was back and her eyes were closed. This was good.

She must have realized that my time was up because she pulled her shirt back down over my hands. "That's it," she said, and she pulled my hands out from under her shirt.

We kind of made our way back to our respective sides of the couch. Not at opposite ends, but not too close to each other either.

I broke the ice "that was fun!"

"Yeah," she said, giggling again.

We continued watching the game, but we'd glance over to each other occasionally. When we would catch each other looking we'd laugh. She needed to put another load of laundry in so she got up to do that. Quietly, I followed her and stood behind a wall, peeking my head out into the laundry room. Her back was toward me and when she bent down to get some more dirty clothes her shirt road up and her skirt road slightly down, exposing the top of a pink thong.

I had another idea.

I quietly went back to the couch where she joined me a couple of minutes later. She asked if she missed anything and I told her she didn't. The truth was, I hadn't been paying attention to the game for awhile now.

"I'm psychic, you know," I said.

"No you're not," she said.

"Yes, I am. I can tell you what color underwear you're wearing."

"No way!" she said.

"Yep, pink!" I said.

"How did you know!" she said in astonishment.

"I told you, I'm psychic!"

As if she didn't believe me, she discretely pulled her skirt away from her waist and looked down. And she looked up at me and smiled. "Seriously, how did you know?" she asked.

I didn't answer, but instead I said, "and it's also a thong."

She smiled - "how did you know?"

It was time to tell her so I did.

"Not fair!" she said. "Now I should get to see your underwear! Let me guess...boxers!"

"Yep," I said, and I gave her a quick flash of the tops. My dick was still hard and this time I thought she might have noticed.

She reached over and pulled out my boxers from under my jeans, grazing my dick with her hand in the process. "Monkeys!?!?" Yes, my boxers had monkeys on them.

"I like monkeys," I said. She laughed.

Spontaneously, I reached over past her to grab a magazine off the side table she was sitting next to. I let my hands graze her tits on the way by. It was quite intentional (I didn't try to hide that fact) and she could tell. She was surprised, but she liked it. After a couple of seconds of thinking, she said, "now my turn."

To be continued...

Part 4 of 5
 

She put her hands on my chest, rubbed a little and then, before I knew it, she quickly moved her right hand down and grabbed my dick! Now I know she knew it was hard! It was just a brief grab and she quickly withdrew her hand and laughed.

"I knew it," she said.

"Knew what?" I said.

"Your dick was hard!" she said.

I knew she knew, but I asked, "how did you know?"

"I could see it! I'm a girl and I look for those things!"

I laughed and she laughed.

"Well you know what this means," I said, "I get to touch something now."

"That's different!" she said laughing, "My...my....it's off limits!"

"Well mine is off limits too and you touched it!" I said

"Yeah, but just over your jeans. I couldn't actually FEEL anything," she said, lying.

"Fine, well I get to touch you over your jeans," I said.

She tried to think of an argument against this, but couldn't (and probably didn't want to). "Okay, fine, but quickly, just like I did." I reached over and touched her pussy over her skirt. She laughed and then pushed my hand away - "that's enough!"

"Okay, but that wasn't actually fair. I mean, you actually felt my dick and I didn't actually feel anything." That was true. My hand was over her pussy, but with underwear and a jean skirt in the way, I couldn't feel anything.

"I know, I know," she said. She continued, "okay, new deal. I take my skirt off IF you take your jeans office. Then we'll both just have underwear covering us."

This was amazing.

I quickly agreed. She said, "okay, turn around and take your pants off." We stood, facing away from each other and I slid my pants off. My hard-on was extremely evident in my boxers. When I turned back her skirt was off and she was sitting back on the couch. She had on a lacy pink thong that I could see through somewhat. I could make out the shape of her pubic hair under her underwear (but I wanted more). I looked at her and could tell she was staring at my dick, which reacted again with her gaze, flicking upward a bit.

When she saw that she laughed. I sat back down. "This is fun," she said, which seemed like an understatement to me.

"So do I get to touch you again to make it even?" I asked.

"Um....okay," she said, clearly wanting it. She leaned back a little and spread her legs just a little. I reached down and touched her pussy over her underwear. It was warm. She gasped a little and smiled. She opened her legs a little wider and I could then feel the lips of her pussy through her underwear and pubic hair. I was caught up in the moment and she was too. After about 20 seconds she realized I had gotten more than my fair share. She closed her legs, straightened up and laughed - "okay, okay, you had your chance!"

I pulled away and laughed.

"Now my turn!" she said. I thought we were now "even" but who was I to complain if she wanted to touch my dick?

"Okay, but let me adjust something," I said. This was a bit risky, but I had another idea. I turned away from her on the couch and pulled my dick out of the hole in my boxers. I figured this would make her laugh. And it would also keep things moving. I mean, after this I would have to see her pussy to make things even.

I turned back to her and it took her a second to realize what was going on. She was in a little shock at first, but she then giggled and, without hesitation, grabbed my dick. "You are HARD!" she exclaimed. "I know," I said, "this is really turning me on."

She stroked my dick gently and laughed a little bit. Since she was leaning over I was able to grab her tits with my hand, which I did. She liked it though gave me a look as if to say I was bending the rules.

She pulled her hand away from my dick a little suddenly and said, "more laundry!" This seemed like bad timing, but I didn't want to push things. "No problem," I said.

To be continued...

Great ! :)

The story is awesome and sounds so like me, it's all about social engineering. Love it mate, keep it coming can't wait to hear the rest of the story. Thanks

This story is FANTASTIC!! Wow.....MORE!!!