I had known Chrissy ever since she was a prepubescent teenage girl growing up next door. Early on she had frequently come over to spend time with my own daughter who was five years younger, and quite often baby-sitting for my ex-wife and I whenever we needed a sitter for one reason or another. After my divorce, there was little reason for her to come over as when I did have my daughter for the weekend, I never went anyplace without her, though even then Chrissy usually made an appearance to say hello and spend some time with my daughter even with the age difference between them.
By the time Chrissy had graduated from high school, I fully expected that she would head off to college someplace and that I would rarely if ever see her again. To my surprise, she elected to live at home and attend a nearby Junior college instead. I always enjoyed her short brief visits when she would sometimes just drop by to see how I was doing. After my divorce, and with her now being of age, I sometimes allowed myself to flirt with her a little, something I had purposely refrained from doing when she was younger, and while married. But at twice her age, it was an innocent flirtation with absolutely no expectations whatsoever, especially as we'd established a long-term friendly relationship over the years that I wasn't about to jeopardize. And, Chrissy had flirted back, which certainly stroked my ego, though I never took her flirtation very seriously any more than she did mine. It was always good-natured banter back and forth with sexual undertones that were never meant to develop into anything.
I was in the process of doing some much needed laundry one Saturday when Chrissy dropped by for one of her chance visits.
"Here, why don't you let me sort that out for you," she told me. She giggled as she took the bundle of laundry that I had already half-stuffed into the washer and began resorting out the colors from the whites. "As a matter of fact David, why don't you let me come in once a week and do your laundry for you?" She stated simply. "If I do that, it won't be nearly so bad as this is."
She was sorting through a month's worth of dirty clothes. It had even gotten to the point that I'd gone out and bought clean underwear rather than wash any. "You sure?" I asked. "You wouldn't mind?"
I felt awkward asking her, and agreeing to her suggestion, but the simple truth was, I hated having to do my own laundry, and obviously I wasn't very good at doing it either. Once again she laughed and told me she'd be happy to do it for me. I told her that I would pay her of course, which she readily agreed to as well as I knew she could use the extra money for school, but that was only after she informed me that that would include some general house cleaning duties as well then, in addition to doing my laundry. Once again I agreed, happy and delighted that I would be seeing her a little more frequently than I had been, already appreciating her taut little body as she stood in a pair of tight fitting shorts and a tank top that did little if anything in concealing the near perfect curve of her pert young breasts.
As promised, Chrissy came in once a week on Saturdays to change the sheets on my bed, (something I hadn't asked her to do) did my laundry, and vacuumed and dusted whenever she thought it needed it.
I had been looking forward to seeing her the next Saturday when she informed me that she had something else she needed to do that day, so would be coming over on Sunday instead. I was slightly disappointed that I might miss seeing her as I had a committed golf outing with some friends that I couldn't really get out of. Having a key, I told Chrissy that I'd probably be gone when she came over, but to go ahead and let herself in to do whatever she felt needed doing.
With only three of us playing, our round went a lot quicker than I had anticipated, and rather than hanging around for lunch, I made excuses and drove home hoping to spend a little time with her before she'd finished up and gone home. Pulling into the drive, I was pleased to find that the back door wasn't locked, which meant that in all likelihood she was still there. I didn't exactly announce myself by making a lot of noise when I came in, but I didn't make it a point of calling out her name or telling her I was there either. I stood for a moment in the kitchen area just listening, but couldn't hear her walking around upstairs, but then the sound of the dryer being turned on alerted me where she was. I opened the door to the basement and made my way downstairs figuring to surprise her, though the reasoning behind that escaped me for some reason. And surprised she was, as we both were, she was indeed doing my laundry, as well as her own. It was obvious that she'd just sorted out some whites, and had then stripped off her own clothing adding them to my own. She stood in front of the washing machine with her back towards me as she finished depositing my clothes and hers into the washer. I stood there holding my breath, unsure of what to do or say, already trying to formulate a plan where I could quietly make my escape back up the stairs before she realized I was there. Unfortunately, it was at that very moment that she turned and saw me standing there staring at her.
"David! Good God you scared the hell out of me!" she stated actually jumping when she did, though she made absolutely no move to try and cover herself upon seeing me.
"Sorry," was all I could manage. "Just got home, thought I heard you down here," I said lamely.
She smiled, recovering herself, though she still had made no effort to conceal her obvious nudity from me.
"Hope you don't mind, but since you didn't have all that much white laundry to do, I've been washing some of my own with yours."
"Mind? No...of course not," I said grinning, feeling a little sheepish as we stood there discussing the laundry as though it was the most natural thing to be doing in the world with her standing there naked in front of me.
After a long pregnant pause when the awkwardness of the moment was becoming obvious, she spoke. "I hope this doesn't offend you," she told me, openly holding her hands out to either side of herself, putting herself on display for my perusal. "I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist anyway, and running around in the nude most of the time is something I've just gotten used to."
I immediately had a mental image of her running around like that at home and wondered about what her parents thought, then added the image of her making my bed, dusting, vacuuming in the nude as well, the image of all that was still with me as I answered.
"Of course not, no!" I told her, "It doesn't bother me at all, at least not in a bad way," I added, surprised I had done so, but finding the flirtatious comment as being one too good to pass up.
She laughed at that and immediately jumped up to sit on the washer, obviously no longer concerned with being naked in front of me. I continued to stand there looking at her, feeling a bit silly with no more to add to our conversation at that point and wondering if I shouldn't simply turn around and head back up the stairs.
"So tell me David, you ever see your wife do this?" she asked.
"Do the laundry naked? No...can't say I ever did."
Once again she laughed, shaking her head. "Not what I meant really, but not surprised to hear that either," she commented. "No, what I was referring to was sitting on the washer while it's going."
That was an easy one for me as well. "Nope, can't say I ever saw her do that either, why do you ask?"
I watched as Chrissy had planted both hands to either side of her on the washer, her legs spread hanging off the edge of the washer as she sat talking to me. The fact that I could see the perfect pink split of her inviting little quim didn't seem to concern her one tiny little bit.
"Cause it feels really good, that's why," she said easily. "That's how I learned to masturbate," she informed me, once again shocking me with surprise by her admission.
Dumbfounded, I continued to stand there saying nothing, though still looking at her.
"I've been doing this for years, though not nearly as often as I used to do when I was younger. But ever since I started doing your laundry for you," she grinned adding a lusty sigh as the obvious vibrations from the washer caused her to do so as she sat there.
"Never even imagined such a thing," I finally managed to say. Once again, she laughed at that.
"No, suppose not, not something I guess a guy would find quite as stimulating as a woman might, which is why I wondered if you'd ever seen your wife sitting on the washer before."
