[waltj7]

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...