It was Sunday night and like all unattached single men it was time to do my laundry. Lucky for me my apartment building had a laundry room. The only clean cloths that I had to wear were an old pair of sweat paints and old t-shirt. . When I was finished pulling on the sweatpants, I noticed they were a very tight fit. My newly upgraded equipment did not comfortably fit. To make more room I moved my cock shaft down the right leg of my sweat pants.
I arrived at the laundry room to find no one there and one open washing machine. Like most guys I only need one. I tossed my clothing into the open washing machine whites, darks and all.
With nothing better to do I sat down in a chair in the laundry room and started to read the newspaper. I heard one of the dryers shut down, and like clock work a girl enters the laundry room and starts to unload the dryer. Wow she looks very hot. She looks to be about 25 years old with blond hair and blue eyes and she also has a huge rack. I think she had some work done on these babies because she has on a t-shit, no bra and the twins have no droop in them at all.
She starts to fold her clothes on a table facing me. I tell her hello. She looks up at me and gives a bitchy hello.
I continue to read my paper but I note she seems to be staring at me. More pointedly she’s staring at the bulge in my pants. Then she asks me, “What do you have stuffed in those pants?”
I reply with a sly grin “Just me, sweetheart.”
She looks at me skeptically. “I have seen guy put socks down their shorts to make it look bigger, but you look too big to be real.”
“Oh it’s real.” I tell her. “You should see it when I’m hard.”
She rolled her eyes as she walked up to me. I could hear her mutter bullshit under her breath. She’s standing in front of me now and boldly takes hold of my cock through my sweat pants. Using both of her hands she checks out my cock running her hands along my shaft over and over. I saw a naughty glint in her eye as she said, “Wow it is real. Real huge and you are still soft.”
“I won’t be soft for long if you keep using your hands like that.” I said. She then told me that her name was Wendy and invited me up to her apartment when I was done with my laundry. I completed my laundry as quickly I could. It was hard to keep my mind on folding clothes and off Wendy’s hot body.
I returned to my apartment and changed into some nicer clothing and headed to Wendy’s apartment. Wendy greeted me at the door. She was in the same outfit she had on in the laundry room. She led me to her couch and offered me a beer. I tell her “Thanks a beer would taste great.” We sit on the couch sipping beer and start chatting about jobs and families. She tells me she is 27 years old and she works as a lawyer. We joke about her calling me out in the laundry room. I tell her that her boobs look at bit too good to be totally real.
“They are real. Real expensive” she tells me. We laugh and then she explains to me that her mom bought her the boob job when she graduated from law school. She gets up and removes her t-shirt, proudly putting them on display for me.
