This story probably fits best in this thread, since it is not too big a deal, but I found it hot. Last year my wife got really behind on laundry, and it was starting to stress her out. I told her that I know of a place in the area which is a dry cleaning business, but will also wash and fold all of our laundry. She was opposed, as she did not want a stranger touching her clothes, and she felt like it was her duty, but eventually she relented. I wound up taking two large bags of laundry over to that dry cleaners.
A couple of days later she came with me to pick up the cleaned and folded clothes. She went in to pay while I waited in the car. I was surprised to see a balding man in his 50s help my wife with her clothes out to the car, as the place always seemed like a typical indifferent dry cleaners. When I looked at the pile of clothes he had, I could see about 15-20 pairs of my wife's panties on top. They were all different colors, many lacy, many transparent (she wears sexy underwear for me), some thongs, leopard print, etc.
The guy had a big smile on his face as he walked behind my wife to our car, clearly checking her out the whole way. He went out of his way to ask us to come back whenever necessary. My wife was a good sport about it, and made some remark about him being a little too friendly, and him seeming to enjoy her laundry a bit too much.
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