A Visitor

Letting out a groan I sit there, my phone is quiet and the timer on my washing feels like it's getting longer by the second. But then I hear the now familiar sound of the door opening, and footsteps.

I don't have a direct sight line, I can't see who just walked in...thankfully that means they can't see me either. I hold my breath, hoping that they don't come into my aisle, only to feel relief at hearing them open a machine two aisles over.

Sitting here is a nightmare, curiosity gets the better of me. I get up and peek around the corner, but from where I am all I can see is their hand whenever they're reaching from their basket to the machine. Rolling my eyes, I sneak into the next aisle over, for the briefest moment wondering why I'm even taking this kind of risk. I'm completely naked aside from my shoes, and my clothes are locked away for at least the next ten minutes.

Peeking out from behind my new cover I see them, and I mean 'them' as I'm only getting a view of their back as they're loading their machine up. From the clothes I'd have assumed they were a man, things like shirts and jeans, a lot of them, but from the hair I was leaning girl, light brown, shoulder length, well cared for. Hm, hands look kind of soft too, at least from the glimpses I keep getting.

I knew I was peeking out too far when they closed their machine and I could tell they caught my reflection in the glass. Partly because I saw it too, the thought about how that one's door must've been extra clean to reflect and show me in it barely popped into my head when the main reason popped up. They turned around and gasped.

"A-ah I'm sorry!" I yelped, looking them in the eye and darting into the aisle. I didn't get a good look at their face, they had one of those masks on, which I mean, fair enough.

"H-hello?" A young man's voice, mystery solved. Wait a man?? I was hiding naked from a guy??? That only made me blush even more, edging further behind cover...though if he came around the corner I had nowhere to hide. "I'm sorry if I scared you I um, I just...I thought I was alone in here"

His voice was a little deeper than expected, but his tone was soft, wait, why am I thinking about this? "N-no it's okay I just uh, I thought I was alone too?"

There was a moment of silence "But uh, I just came in. Didn't you hear the door?" He asked, sounding slightly confused. "Are you okay? I just um, it didn't look like you were dressed" Now concerned.

Shit "I'm uh, well you know. I'm okay" I realised I'd avoided the question "...would...it be a problem if I wasn't?"

"I mean- Sorry I, no of course not it's just...surprising" He replied, that concern shifting to relief and then something like reassurance "Do you uh, want me to go? I've got like ten minutes on my washing, I can go for a walk if you want"

I wanted to say yes, he was being considerate and offering me privacy, even though I was doing this to take risks I wasn't sure if I was up for being seen by a guy in an uncontrolled setting like this. "No. N-no you're fine, I mean you sound okay"

"I try to be, I think. You're sure? You don't have to be polite" He asked again, this time sounding more hesitant, it made me feel a little safer, like he was deliberately trying not to sound leery.

"I'm sure" I replied, this time with a bit more confidence "You can stay, besides if you turn out to be a creep I can still kick you in the balls"

"Ha, yeah I'm sure you could." I heard him chuckle and sit down on the bench behind me, we both had two rows of washing machines between us, an ideal privacy shield if there ever was one "I'm Austin, by the way"

"Rachel" I replied "You do your laundry this late Austin?"

"Usually. What about you Rachel? I don't see you around here at all"

"New thing"

"I see, I see. Doing laundry here, or doing all your laundry?"

"Both" Smalltalk like this felt peculiar, both because I was naked and because I was on a first name basis with a guy I'd just met in a public space.

"That makes sense, well uh, if it helps I never really see anyone else when I do my load" Austin explained, I could hear him idly swinging his foot, the light squeak of his shoe against the tile floor "Inside here or outside, place becomes a total ghost town on Tuesday evenings"

"Tuesdays huh? That the same of the rest of the street?"

"Pretty much. Lights on but nobody is out and about, so they aren't really paying attention. Why?" Now he sounded curious, to be fair I might've tipped him off a little bit. Big difference between worrying about anyone coming in and worrying about if there's anyone paying attention to the street.

"I uh, well" I cleared my throat, shifting my weight awkwardly from one side to the other as I tried to formulate an excuse "...you see I'm, in here and- Damnit, okay I might not be doing all my laundry because it's practical"

"...oh?" Austin asked, now he really sounded curious.

"I might be doing it deliberately because I kinda like it" I say, pushing out every word, but the more I say the more comfortable I get "The being naked, the risk of being caught...the being seen"

"You like being...seen naked" I could hear the careful hesitation in his voice, he felt like he was back to the point where he was making sure I wasn't uncomfortable with him being there.

"Yes, kind of. I haven't been seen that much so I'm not sure how confident I am with it yet, the last time I was face to face with a stranger I had a friend with me"

"I get it, I mean I'm still on the other side here, I'll stay here if that helps" God, he really was being considerate. I've had guy friends in the past, a couple similar to him but they were more, how to say? Forward? Not pushy, but somewhere between the two, where you can tell they don't mean to do it, but impede on your comfort anyway?

At least from this one conversation Austin felt gentle, but not naïve or delicate. Certainly knew where the limits might be and wasn't interested in pushing them.

However that attitude really made me want to shift those implied limits.

I stood up, psyched myself up for a split moment, and walked around the other side to sit opposite to him. Now that I could see his eyes I could tell that he was surprised, but not in any way flustered. The mask still obscured his mouth though.

"Hi Austin, I uh, what do you think?" I ask, feeling a blush burning my cheeks.

"I...you look good" He replied with an awkward chuckle "Kind of put me on the spot"

"Maybe. Either way, I can work with 'good' here" I smiled back, looking him over now that I had an uninterrupted view. He was fairly slim, not skinny...like his features were fairly soft, I'd almost say feminine. Skin, hands, hair, eyes, as I observed with the former three they looked soft and well looked after, his eyes were a light and subtle shade of blue.

Honestly with the questions my mind was having about his appearance, it was taking my thoughts away from my own nudity.

"Hm, you're really pretty, you know that Austin?" I said, with barely a hint of shame. I mean I was naked, complimenting a boy for how they looked was a decent few steps below that.

"Pretty? I uh, I mean I take care of myself I guess" He shrugged then started fidgeting with his hands.

"Pretty for a boy, pretty much every one I met in school preferred to look handsome or cool" I rolled my eyes, realising what I just said "Not that you don't look cool it's just...you know-"

"Y-yeah I know. But I guess I've never really been interested in those kinds of things? I prefer other things, I suppose. Watching my weight, looking after my skin and hair" Austin shrugged again, I could see from his eyes and how his face moved that he'd flashed a smile "I never really been interested in being strong or going after girls I guess"

"Oh uh, um. Are you...y'know...?" I try to find a way to phase my question in as tasteful a way as I can, thankfully Austin just chuckled and answered it for me.

"No I'm not gay, I like girls. I just don't like pursuing them- You, I mean" Another shrug "Just feels weird, y'know?"

With an understanding smile, I nod back "So, what about what's going on here?"

"Here...?"

"With me naked, in front of you. You like that?" I ask, my smile turning into more of a smirk

"Well, yeah. You look good, pretty I mean and uh..." He trailed off as I carefully spread my legs "...pretty down there too, growing it out?"

"I might be. So, you wanna share too?" I give him a quick once over. "It's okay if the answer's no"

Austin looked at the door, then back at me, he seemed a little unsure despite what he'd said earlier. But perhaps because of what he'd said, he stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. As he started taking his shoes off I helped myself to looking at his body, he was cute, honestly. Not really toned in any way, as his figure suggested he was slim, but not skinny...and his skin looked so very smooth.

"Getting an eyeful?" He joked at me, his tone a little uneven.

"Hey you've seen all of me already, turnabout is fair play" I giggled, and to his credit he chuckled back as he undid his pants.

His jeans and underwear came down in one movement, and I was quickly greeted by his not so little friend down there. I hadn't seen many if any penises up close, but from the ones I'd seen online and in sex ed diagrams his was decently impressive. It was only half erect, but already seemed like it was around four or five inches, circumcised too. He didn't have any pubic hair to speak of either, so there was nothing to obscure his size.

With his pants off, Austin followed suit and put his shoes back on, taking a seat back on the bench.

"S-so...what uh...I mean- Okay wow this feels really weird" He said with a nervous laugh, taking another look at the door.

"You get used to it. Feeling embarrassed or anything?" It was my turn to sound reassuring now.

"No no just...weird, kinda nerve wracking but it's like, I guess because you were already naked it feels okay?"

"Well that's pretty good then. Either way, I like how you look...very cute" When I called him cute I could see his cock throb. "Stroke a nerve?"

"Shut uup" He looked away, trying to close his thighs. But he wasn't going to be able to hide how horny he was like that.

"You like when girls call you cute?" I saw another throb, that erection getting more solid, that fleshy pink tip poking out from his foreskin. Teasing him like this was fun...but I wasn't sure if I should leave it at that...or push further...