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Brad, Chrissie and the Laundry

It’s amazing how much fun you can get into when you use the laundry room
In our apartment building. Let me tell you about one Saturday morning when I was busily doing a couple of weeks worth of laundry.
I was all alone in the laundry room and waiting for the dryers to stop so I could retrieve my garments. There was one other dryer being used but no one was presently there watching it.
It’s always so damned hot in the laundry so I was wearing just a t shirt and cut off jean shorts. I was braless but I was wearing a pair of baby blue thong panties. It was such a warm day and I was barefoot and the heat of the room had my t shirt soaked with sweat. The perspiration had my bare nipples clearly outlined against the thin fabric of the designer T shirt. I was counting the minutes until my dryers would stop so I could get out of the oppressive heat of the laundry area. All I could think of was my air-conditioned apartment as I felt the little beads of sweat running down between my breasts. The thin fabric of the panties was beginning to feel like it was glued to the smooth naked flesh of my fanny.

Suddenly the very tall and handsome guy from the apartment down the hall from ours entered the laundry. He too was barefoot, shirtless and wearing khaki cargo shorts. There are some guys who are just born to be shirtless with taut sculptured bodies that just make a girl want to drool. Brad was definitely one of those guys.
Brad’s dryer stopped almost the minute he entered the laundry. I looked over toward him and said “What impeccable timing. You came right on time.”
He laughed and said “Chrissie, I always come right on time.”
“Is that right?” I replied “I shall have to remember that.”
He began to empty his dryer and rather unceremoniously tossing his garments into a laundry basket. I amused myself by watching him and his haphazard way of tossing freshly clean clothing into the basket unfolded. Finally I just had to ask, “Didn’t anyone ever show you how to fold laundry?”
He laughed and said “It’ll just get wrinkled again so who cares?”
“Let me show you how it’s done honey.” I said and began to slowly fold one of his t shirts. He watched me and then attempted to duplicate what I’d done.

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