Do some midnight laundry!

You see Kat off, and then go about getting ready for bed. You gaze down at the overflowing mess that is your laundry hamper. You gaze upon the near solid mass of cum towels that sit, hardly hidden, in it. You need to do some laundry, you conclude. You eye your clock on your desk and figure that you can probably get a load of laundry done before it gets past midnight. You peel your dirty sheets off your bed and pile them in the hamper as well, making special note to bring your laundry soap and softener, laundry sheets, and your all important keys as you leave your dorm and head to the laundry room in your complex.

You smell the laundry room before you get there, the scent of hot driers and lint drifting through the air. A single lonely light shines through the windows and casting shadows on the wet grass in the night. There is the hum of the machines inside interrupted with the late night sounds of buzzing lights and the chirping of bats somewhere in the night sky.

You enter, bearing your laundry and look down the line of machines. Nearly all of them are empty and you give a sigh in relief. The place is all but abandoned except for a girl at the far end head down at her phone, who looks up at you when you come in, and then goes back to what she way doing as you set your laundry down in front of the first machine. You try the door. Locked. You also notice a little card taped on the door that reads "Out of Order." So you move down to the next machine. Also out of order. You move over to the next one and then the next one and then the next one, until you are down right by the girl before you find a machine without an infernal out of order card on it. What's more awkward is that she's sitting on top of it.

"Excuse me." You mumble and her eyes rise from her screen. She's asian with tanned skin, her brown hair hanging long, straight, and cut across at neck level. Her dark brown eyes meet yours and she blinks at you.

"What?" She asks.

"Can I use this machine?" You ask, lifting up your hamper full of dirty laundry.

"Oh shit, sorry." She says and jumps down off the washing machine. You catch your eyes staring as the big T-shirt that she is wearing momentary parachutes out, reveling a pair of plain black panties underneath. You do your best not to let your eyes follow that alluring fabric as you set your hamper down and start prepping the machine. In whatever case, the girl seems not to care. She's back on her phone before her feet even hit the ground. You put in the laundry soap and softener, and then begin loading your machine. As you load your machine, you hear a little mechanical chime. Turning, you watch the girl starts to unload one of the washing machines of her clothes, and then loads it straight into the dryer above it. You catch yourself staring as she reaches up on her toes to put handfuls of wet clothes up there, the hem of her T-shirt climbing up her smooth thighs as she does. You quickly go back to loading your machine before you get caught peeping. You've loaded just about everything but the mound of towels and the bedsheets before your run out of space in your machine. You check if the washing machine next to you is working. Another out of order sign greets you.

"Oh come on." You click your tongue. No dice.

"I'm almost done with this one if you need another washing machine." The girl says, leaning down over your shoulder.

"Oh thanks." You answer, stooping down to pick up your half empty hamper and start the full one. It is quite awkward to maneuver your frame and the hamper too around and next to the girl in the narrow walkway between the machines. You stand there, patiently waiting as she continues to move her clothes.

"So. What's your name?" The girl asks, grabbing a handful of clothes.

"John." You answer. "What about you?"

"Grace." Grace says.

"Nice to meet you Grace." You smile.

"Same." She smiles back, her last handful into the dryer a bunch of underwear and socks. "You come around here often?"

"Probably not as often as I should." You dryly laugh, kneeling down at the now empty machine.

"More of a wait until you got a lot of laundry guy?" She asks.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." You chuckle back. "And you?"

"Same honestly." She grins. "I prefer big loads." You can't help but let out a snort.

"That is one way to put it." You chuckle.

"Thanks I'll be here all night." Grace fires back. You start loading your clothes into the now vacated laundry machine, scooping out your very crusty towels and dumping a whole bunch of laundry soap and softener in with them. You look over and see that Grace is pawing away at the inside of a box of dryer sheets. She catches you looking.

"Hey." She says, turning the box over to show you that it's empty. "Care to help a sister out?"

"Sure." You answer, grabbing your own box of dryer sheets and handing it to her. She pulls out three sheets, gets back up on her tippy toes. Her shirt rises up, showing off a bit more of her toned legs. You your best not to stare as she tosses your dryer sheets into the dryer, shuts the door, and then starts the machine. She hands you back the box.

"Thanks dude." Grace says, hopping back on the running washing machine beside you and pulling out her phone.

"Don't mention it." You reply.

The bedspread goes in last. You set the machine and start it.

"45 minutes." You sigh, looking at the timer on the washing machine.

"Yep." Grace chimes in. You look up at her, sitting cross legged on the washing machine as it spins and shutters away. You follow her legs up from her socks with slippers to the hem of her shirt. You gaze further up at her chest, and then realize that she's not looking at her phone at all.

"Hey." You say, meeting her gaze.

"Hey there." She grins back. "You got some place to be?"

"Not particularly." You answer, grunting as you stand up.

"Want to play a game?" Grace asks.

"Sure, what were you thinking?" You ask.

"Eh, how about 20 questions?" Grace states, grinning and shrugging.

"Sure." You say, eyeing Grace up and down suspiciously.