The day had finally come. I had run out of t-shirts. I had run out of boxers. My 5 pairs of jeans had all been well worn. It was too soon to break out the long sleeved t-shirts and flannel shirts. It was late September, and the inevitable had arrived. I had to go to the top floor of my dormitory, and do my laundry. Ugh. If I had any money I would send it out. The machines were so small; it looked as though it would take all day. I knew I could compress that timeframe if I got there early and used 3 or even 4 washing machines at once. I woke up early, got my coffee, and dragged what seemed like 100 pounds of laundry and the book I was reading to the elevator and up to the 15th floor. When I got there, one washing machine was in use. That gave me 3 machines. I sorted my laundry, loaded up the machines, and sat down with my book. I had noticed that the other machine had only started a few minutes before, so I sat and waited. I didn't want to lose the dryer.
It was then that she arrived. I don't remember her name. She was pretty, but not "gorgeous". She stood about 5'4" or 5'5". She had a curvaceous figure, with narrow shoulders, B tits, and a very round, soft looking ass and hips. She had beautiful green eyes. She sat there with a book, as did I. We were right across a table from one another. I kept peering over my book at her. I had woken up with morning wood that bordered on painful. I had not any sort of sex since 4 weeks before, and hadn't had time to get myself off all week. Once I peered over my book, and caught her doing the same. I gave her a smile. She smiled back and said, "Good morning. This is too nice of a day to be in the laundry room."
"Yes, it is, I said. My name is Jack. How are you?"
As I said, I do not remember her name. She did introduce herself, however. We made some small talk, and it turned out her room was 2 floors down. Though I didn't realize it at the time, she was in as bad a way as I was. Her washing machine stopped, but she did not get up immediately. She kept talking with me, staring at me intently. Then my first washing machine stopped. We got up together and went to the washing machines. I walked in front of her, and when I turned around I caught her staring at my ass. That's about all it took for my cock to wake up. I was wearing sweats, and even though I was only semi-hard, it was kind of hard to miss.
I took my laundry out of the machine and used it to hide my little "problem". We walked together to the dryers, chatting away. When I threw my clothes in, she looked right down at my crotch. We both started our dryers. My second washer stopped and when I turned around, she walked over and whispered in my ear while giving my cock a squeeze. "I could help with that if you want."
With that one simple touch my manhood grew to its full 7 inches, leaving a big tent in my sweats. "Let me put the rest of my laundry in the dryer," I said, and gave her a kiss on the neck.
After I finished, she took me by the hand, and led me downstairs to her room. Once inside, she locked the door and began to kiss me, thrusting her tongue inside my mouth. I pulled off her t shirt and found her small, soft breasts. Her nipples were so hard they looked painful. She reached down and grabbed my cock while pulling down my sweat pants. "Give that fucking thing to me right now!"
