Laundry Day

It was just past midnight when Jadon pushed open the laundry room door, a basket of clothes tucked under one arm. He exhaled, scanning the empty space. Good. No one. Three weeks’ worth of laundry went straight into the machine.

Detergent. Start. Done.

A few minutes later, he leaned back against the counter, still slightly damp from his shower, a short towel wrapped low around his waist. Quiet. Finally. The door clicked open. Jadon turned as Lexi walked in.

She didn’t stop this time. No surprise, no hesitation. Just a brief glance at him, calm and composed, like she’d walked into this exact situation before. “Hey,” she said, moving past him toward the dryers. Jadon straightened a little too quickly. “…Hey.” She opened the dryer, pulling out her clothes, movements easy, unbothered.

“You always do laundry like this?” she asked, not even looking at him.

“In a towel?” he replied, a little stiff. “No.”

“Shame,” she said lightly.

Jadon blinked. “What?”

“Nothing.” She kept folding, completely at ease.

Jadon shifted his weight, suddenly hyper-aware of himself. “You, uh… forgot your clothes?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Didn’t expect company.”

“Same.”

A pause. The machines hummed. Lexi finally glanced at him—quick, measured. Then back to her clothes.

“So,” she said casually, “you’ve been busy.”

Jadon hesitated. “With…?”

She shrugged. “Just haven’t seen you around much.”

“I’ve been around.”

“Mm,” she hummed. “Not really.”

He exhaled softly. “You keeping track of me?”

“No,” she said calmly. “Just noticing patterns.”

Jadon rubbed the back of his neck. “Right.”

Another pause. “You and Daisy,” she said, like it was just another observation. Jadon stilled slightly. “What about us?” Lexi folded another shirt, still composed. “Nothing. Just seems like you’ve been… spending time.” “We hang out,” he said, a little defensive at first. “Of course you do.” There was no accusation in her tone. If anything, it was almost neutral.

Jadon relaxed just a fraction. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Didn’t say it was.” She picked up the last of her clothes, then finally turned toward him fully.

For the first time, she actually looked at him properly. Her gaze dropped—slow, deliberate—then came back up.

Jadon noticed immediately. “…You’re staring.”

“Am I?” she asked, calm—but there was something different now.

“Yeah.”

She tilted her head slightly. “Maybe I just noticed something new.”

Jadon swallowed, instinctively adjusting his grip on the towel. “What?”

A small smile appeared. “You’re a lot less confident than you act.”

He let out a short breath. “I’m fine.”

“Are you?” she asked, taking a small step closer. Jadon didn’t move this time—but his shoulders tensed slightly. Lexi’s composure hadn’t changed but there was a subtle shift now. Softer. Warmer. Playful.

“You seem a little… on edge,” she added.

“I’m not on edge.”

“You’re holding that like it’s about to fall apart,” she nodded toward the towel.

“…It might.”

She smiled and then took another step closer. Now she was in his space. Jadon stayed still—but didn’t look away. He felt a similar feeling in his towel which he wished he didnt have in the moment

“You always this careful?” she asked.

“Depends.”

“On?”

He met her gaze. “Who’s around.” That made her smile widen. “Good answer.”

A pause. But now it wasn’t awkward, just charged. Lexi’s eyes dropped again—slower this time. Jadon didn’t stop her. “…You’re still looking,” he said, but there was a hint of a smile now.

“Yeah,” she admitted softly.

Another step closer.

Her voice lowered slightly. “You don’t mind anymore.” Jadon exhaled, just barely. “I didn’t say that.” “You didn’t stop me either.” He held her gaze. “…I’m not stopping you.”

That shifted something. Lexi’s expression changed—less composed now, more openly playful. “Careful,” she murmured. “You’re getting comfortable.”

“Maybe I am.”

She smiled at that. Then, without warning she reached out. A quick tug at the edge of the towel—

“Lexi—” said Jadon as the towel slipped—

Jadon reacted instantly, trying to catch the towel with both hands, but not before it it fell on the ground.

“Okay—hey—” he said, breath catching and moving behind the counter, but there was a laugh in it now. “What was that?”

Lexi had already stepped back, laughing softly.

“You didn’t stop me,” she said, as she leaned onto the counter.

“That doesn’t mean you do it.”

“Felt like it did.”

Jadon shook his head, re-adjusting his hands around his crotch.

“You’re a problem.”

“I know.”

She stepped closer to him, over the other side of the counter. She put her hands on his chest as she outlines his chest and then abs with her hands before reaching near his hands that were covering his crotch.

“Still uncomfortable?” she asked.

Jadon looked at her for a second.

Then shook his head slightly. “What do you mean? Ofcou-,” She moved his hands away as he didn't provide much resistance to that. “Good.” Her gaze lingered at his dick which was gaining size now that it was exposed to her.

Then she put her finger on his dick, outlining it," Now I see what Daisy saw when you dropped the towel in front of her." She said while she was staring right at him. Lexi started moving her soft hands up and down his dick as he was looking out if anyone comes in.

"Are you sure we should be doing this Lexi," said Jadon.

"Are you mad you're girlfriend would catch us here?"

"Not just her.. anyone could come and catch us. And we’re not dating."

Lexi stopped, removing her hands from his dick. As he thought that she was going to step back, her hands reached for her top and removed it, exposing her breasts covered in a black bra.

“Can you now stop complaining and just let me get on with it?” said Lexi as she didnt wait for him to answer before grabbing his dick and giving him a handjob.

Jadon let out a moan as she had a better technique than Daisy as he leaned over the counter for support.

"Seems you like what you're seeing," said Lexi as she saw pre cum dripping from his dick. "Someone is getting very very excited right here." she said with a huge smile on her face

Lexi had barely started, laughing at him moaning when the door clicked. Both of them froze.

“…Oh—” A voice.

Someone walking in. Jadon’s head snapped toward the door. “Oh shit.” Lexi’s eyes widened. “Someone’s here—”

There was no time. She grabbed his wrist instinctively and pulled him below the counter, crouching down quickly out of sight. Jadon followed—but stopped halfway. “I—wait—” he whispered urgently, glancing down at himself. “I can’t—”

There wasn’t enough time for him to crouch fully. “Just stay still,” Lexi whispered sharply, already ducked low behind the counter, completely hidden. Jadon stood there, pressed awkwardly against the counter, trying to make himself look as normal as possible—like a guy casually waiting for his laundry.

A woman walked in—mid-step, mid-thought—and immediately stopped.

Her eyes landed on Jadon..

Standing there.

“…Oh!—oh my—sorry—I didn’t—I thought— Are you naked?” she started, words tumbling over each other as she quickly looked away, then back, then away again.

Jadon straightened instantly, trying to look as normal as possible. “Yeah—hi—just, uh… laundry.”

“Right! Yes! Of course, laundry—this is a laundry room, that makes sense—” she nodded rapidly, still clearly caught off guard. “I just—didn’t expect—um—this situation.”

Behind the counter, Lexi had already ducked down completely, one hand over her mouth, shoulders shaking silently.

Jadon kept one hand casually on the counter, the other very firmly holding the towel in place. “Yeah, no, I get that.”

The woman set her basket down—then picked it up again—then set it down again.

“I can come back,” she said quickly. “If this is, like… a bad time? Or a… situation?”

“No—no, it’s fine,” Jadon said, a little too fast. “Just waiting on the machine.”

“Right. Waiting. Naked,” she nodded again, like she was trying to convince herself.

A beat.

Then she leaned slightly to the side—

Jadon immediately shifted, blocking the view behind the counter without making it obvious.

Lexi looked up at him from below, eyes wide now—but still amused. She started playing with his dick from below the counter, making him very uncomfortable

The woman blinked. “…Is someone else here?”

Jadon shook his head quickly. “Nope. Uh just.. just me of course.” He said in a panic, trying to cover the now blowjob that he was getting from under the counter.

A pause.

She squinted slightly, like she didn’t fully believe that.

“…Okay,” she said slowly. “I’m just going to—uh—pretend this is completely normal.”

“Yeah. Please do.” Said Jadon as Lexi was working on his dick with her tongue now.

“Great.”

She turned to the machine, opening it, then immediately started talking again—clearly someone who filled silence with words.

“You know, I’ve lived here for two years and I’ve seen a lot of things in this laundry room,” she said, tossing clothes in. “Like—*a lot*. People fighting, people crying, one time someone left a whole pizza in a dryer—don’t ask—but this…” she gestured vaguely in Jadon's direction without looking directly at him, “…this is new.”

Jadon let out a short, awkward laugh. “Glad to be memorable.”

“Oh, you will be,” she said immediately. “I’m never unseeing this.”

Behind the counter, Lexi was busy working her mouth on his dick that he was about to cum any moment.

Jadon felt a sensation that he was very close to cum any moment. It was getting extremely difficult for him to keep a straight face while looking at the lady.

He glanced down slightly—

Lexi was looking at him while giving him a head, and she had a slight grin while doing so as she knew he was having a hard time.

*Stay still*, he mouthed.

She raised her eyebrows like *this is amazing*.

The woman shut the machine door with a loud clang. Jadon flinched slightly, as he felt a little bit of precum drip from his penis.

“You okay?” she asked, glancing at him.

“Yeah. Fine. Just—uh—machine startled me.”

“Right,” she nodded. “That happens. Especially when you’re… you know.”

“Exactly.”

Another pause.

Then—

“…You sure no one else is here?” she asked again, glancing around.

Jadon shook his head, too quickly. “Yeah. Just me.”

Behind the counter, Lexi now focused on the til of his penis, which was extremely sensitive now. Leaving Jadon almost trembling as he was very close now.

The woman hummed, clearly unconvinced—but didn’t push further.

“Well,” she said, pulling out her phone, “I’m just going to wait here for a bit. Hope that’s not weird.”

“Nope,” Jadon said somehow. “Totally normal.”

Five minutes.

Longest five minutes of his life.

The machines hummed.

The woman occasionally glanced up at him, then looked away like she didn’t know where to look.

Behind the counter, Lexi shifted slightly, her hands now squeezing his buts as she felt he was very close.

Jadon tensed.

She noticed. He shot her a look as she grinned back. The woman suddenly spoke again—“You know, you’re handling this really well.”

Jadon blinked. “Am I?”

“Yeah,” she said. “If it were me, I would’ve left immediately.”

“Thought about it.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He hesitated. “…Commitment to the laundry.”

She nodded seriously. “Respect.”

Finally, her machine beeped. This was enough for him to send Jadon over the edge. He tried not to moan, but a small moan came out anyways as he sent ropes of his seed into Lexi’s mouth. For what felt like an eternity of his dick inside her mouth, Jadon was now panting as he recovered

“Okay—I’m going to go now and just—pretend this never happened.” said the lady, as she was visibly disturbed.

“Appreciate that.” Said Jadon, now leaning on the counter

“But also,” she added, pausing at the door, “maybe bring, like… shorts next time?”

“Yeah. Noted.”

She gave him one last amused look, then walked out.

The door shut.

Silence.

A beat.

Then—

Lexi stood up from behind the counter, immediately laughing.

“That—was—insane.”

Jadon exhaled deeply, running a hand through his hair. “You were making it worse.”

“I was making it *better*.”

He shook his head, but he was smiling now. “You’re actually unbelievable.”

“I know.”

She picked up her clothes, still grinning.

“Also,” she added, glancing at the towel, “you almost got caught.”

“I didn’t.”

“Barely.”

He looked at her, amused now. “You’re the reason.”

“And yet,” she said, stepping toward the door, “you didn’t stop me.”

Jadon smirked slightly. “Next time, I might.”

She paused, looking back at him.

“Next time?” she repeated softly.

A small smile.

“…We’ll see.”

And then she was gone.

Leaving him standing there—

Still holding onto the towel.

But definitely not complaining anymore.