Other peoples laundry
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Most guys like myself prefer to hire a maid to do their washing, or they will take it to the 24-hour place and pick it up the following day. Me, I enjoy going down to the coin-operated laundry in my apartment complex. I choose my times because there are some hot young wives who also do their laundry in the daytime while hubby is at the office. I try to coincidentally coincide.
To them I’m something of a novelty, perhaps they think I’m a little bit weird, but I am always polite and never forward. I may say “good morning” but I never try to start a conversation. After all they are respectable married women. I just sit and watch the tumble dryer tumbling and read my newspaper.
The other morning I saw a delightful black g-string with pink trim tumble from one lady’s dryer. There was no-one else there and she had obviously completely forgotten that I was. She picked them up and held them up high to the light, she admired them from both sides. So did I. Then she pressed them to her cheek to make sure that they were properly dry. It was then she remembered, glanced over and caught me watching her over the top of the newspaper. She blushed deeply … so did I.
She probably never wants to see me again, ever. But I shall be there again next week … just in case.
See also: Anything to Declare
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Posted: June 23rd, 2009 under _Idle Thoughts.
Tags: Girls at our best