The basement laundry room was empty, for once-but then, most of the building's residents fought over the five machines on the weekends, but on a Tuesday night, there was often no one to be seen. Still, Leah hastened to move the wet clothes from the washer to the dryer, feeling a bit self-conscious about the minimal amount of clothing she was wearing. Since it was laundry night, she'd stripped off her work clothes when she got home, and pulled on a pair of thin sweats and a t-shirt, not bothering with panties or bra. The t-shirt-she realized as she bent down to open the first dryer-was a bit too tight and a bit too low-cut. Her breasts were nearly falling out of the shirt-not uncommon for her 38DD tits-but this was a communal laundry room and she barely knew her neighbors.
At that moment, Leah heard the elevator door open and someone approach. She looked up to see a really attractive guy holding a box of fabric softener sheets. His eyes moved slowly up Leah's body, stopping at her chest a moment before he looked up at her face and smiled. "Hey," he said, in a low, lazy voice. "How's it going?"
Leah blushed, turning her upper body away from his gaze, and replied, "Okay thanks-how 'bout you?"
Not bothering to answer, he leaned against a washing machine, grinning and watching her move her wet clothes into two dryers. Leah could feel a flush spread up her neck. She stole a quick glance at him, getting even redder. He was tall and athletic, with light brown hair, blue eyes, and the sexiest smile she'd seen in a long time. He wore a pair of dark blue sweats and a gray t-shirt, with flip-flops on his feet. Leah could see the edge of his plaid boxers peeking over the waistband of his sweats. Surprising herself, all she could think about was moving over to him to run her fingers along and inside the elastic band of his sweatpants.
Seconds ticked by and he just leaned against the machine, grinning, watching her move her clothes from washer to dryer. In the transfer, a pair of panties fell silently to the floor. Leah didn't notice them drop until the guy reached down to pick them up. He stood there, behind her, her wet panties dangling from his long fingers.
"You dropped something," he whispered, leaning in close behind her so that his mouth brushed her right ear, and she could feel his hip against her ass. Leah froze, unsure what to do, then turned slightly to take the panties from his hand. Just then, he dropped his hand under her breast, and gently nudged her back from the dryer door so he could toss the panties inside.
Instead of moving away, though, he left his arm around her body, her full, soft breast resting heavily against the hard bicep. Leah could feel the heat of his body, and felt herself reddening, unsure what to do. "Thanks," she could barely manage to say, feeling his hand now moving across her belly, toying with the waistband of her sweats in the way she imagined playing with his. Her breathing was shallow, her heart racing. She could feel his hard body against hers, shifting slightly until he was directly behind.
His free hand moved to softly caress her ass. "Yeah, can't lose those, or you'll be left with none, I guess," he teased, feeling her naked behind through the thin sweats. "That could lead to all kinds of trouble, don't you think?" he asked, his voice soft, sultry, and playful.
"Trouble? What kind of trouble?" she teased right back. "You mean like some stranger coming up behind me, running his hands all over my ass?"
"Yeah, something like that...you never know," he said, continuing his caresses. "Unless you like that kind of thing."
"Well, I don't know," she answered. "I've never had that happen before. What else might he do?"
