No one

You look over to the creaking door, only to see no one there. Walking over to the door, you peak down the hallway, with no one there.

"Must've just been the wind," you shrug, grabbing the door handle and pulling the door closed.

"Well, that's boring," you shrug, looking back to the mountain of clothes ahead of you.

You grab a grey blouse, lifting it up and tossing it into the cold water basket, before reaching down and finding a green pair of cotton panties underneath. The pair's crotch and covered with an array of sparkles, with the gusset slightly damp. Digging through the clothes, you quickly find a pink satin pair, the feel of the material on your finger tips arousing you.

You could probably finish the last of this laundry if you dig your heels in and work as hard as you can, and since it's Sunday, that'll bring your laundry obligation to an end. Or, of course, you could have one final laundry room wank to celebrate how close you are to finished...