I was working in Ft. Meyers, Florida remodeling stores. We worked long, odd hours and I wound up shopping and doing laundry in the middle of the night. It was a mixed blessing, as not every place was open that late, but the Walmart and the laundry mat were. They were not nearly as crowded as they were during the day. but there were still quite a few people out and about at this late hour.
I noticed that most of the people I saw were smoking hot young ladies. Normally I would see a mix of all types of men and women young and old alike. I just shrugged it off and enjoyed the view. One night I had to go do laundry. The hotel laundry was out of order and I was completely out of clean clothes. I put on my gray sweats, a tank top, and my work boots and headed over to the laundromat near the hotel.
It was one of those fully automatic laundromats, so there was no attendant. I was a mess so I was happy to see I was the only one there. I swiped my card in two washers to start the wash. I sat down to wait and read a magazine from the rack. It was a Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue with plenty of beautiful bikini models.
Now, I had been working long hours for some time and hadn't been laid in weeks. I started getting hard as I looked at the bikini models when someone walked in the door. It was a pretty blonde struggling with two big baskets of clothes.
I went over and said, "Here, let me help." and picked up the basket on top.
She said, "Thanks, mister. Over there." and she nodded towards the sorting table.
We set the baskets down and said, "Hi, I'm Greg."
She said, "I'm Sam. Thanks for helping me."
