A couple of years ago I was living by myself in an apartment right by the beach. Because I had the opportunity to work from home, I had a lot of free time which I used to swim, run, and get a tan at the beach. My body became pure perfection - I was slim, tanned, and toned with breasts that spilled out of the tiny bikini tops I wore.
One night I got home from the beach just as it was getting dark and I found that I desperately needed to do some laundry. The apartment I lived in had no laundry room so I went to the Laundromat on the next block. I wore a skimpy sundress sans underwear due to my lack of clothing at the time. I figured no one would be doing their laundry on a friday night so I didn't need to worry about looking "appropriate." My brunette hair was tousled and my body probably still smelled like saltwater.
Sure enough I arrived to a pretty deserted Laundromat. There were two men there, though. They looked like surfers - young, tanned, and buff. One of them actually looked kind of familiar. I noticed them check me out as I loaded the washer, and when I stepped outside to have a cigarette, they both followed.
"Could I have one of those?" The first guy asked. I said sure and handed him a cigarette. The other guy just stood there.
"Need a light?" I asked, taking my lighter out of my purse.
"Yeah..." He replied. I leaned forward and lit his cigarette for him. As I did it he leaned forward, too, looking me in the eye. A tingle went through my body and I realized this guy was hot for me, as I was for him by then.
"I'm Steve, this is Tom," He said, after aking a few drags from his cigarette. Tom smiled. Both of these guys were hot, I thought!
"I'm Raynne," I replied, looking Steve straight in the eye.
"Well, Raynne, what brings you here on a friday night?" He smiled again, making me even more aware of his presence. I breathed slower, taking more deliberate drags off of the cigarette.