I Offer To Help

I move, seductively over. I lean on the dryer machine next to him. My skirt hikes itself up in the process, revealing a generous amount of ass cheek to him, and not a small amount of my shaved bush. His attention shifts visibly to me, and I lean over his work before cooing, "Let me help you with that. It seems you have your hands full there."

Before he says anything, I grab the basket from his hands. I could see he got a decent view of my breasts in the process. I can see he's become distracted, captivated by my large breasts, perfect ass, and beguiling manner. I'm becoming a bit horny myself.

"Sure, I'd love the help. I'm Joe. I love . . . live on the fourth floor."

"You live alone?" I asked. He noted, and I continued. "I live alone too. Just single me, not dating anyone. Seems a shame, doesn't it? We should hook up sometime, maybe hit the town. Maybe go to a movie or a beach. I hear the beaches are amazing here. I wonder what swimsuit you'd want to see me in... or would you prefer none at all?" As I spoke that, I watched how I was winning him over. It made him nervous, and I was being turned on even more.

Joe picked out the other loads of each, and I said, "Lead the way, handsome", purring. I was really enjoying myself. He takes the stairs up, and we quickly reach his room. He almost drops his keys before opening the door. "Thanks for the help. I did not expect to find such a gorgeous woman when I left to do my laundry. One that into me, even less. Would you happen to have time to visit?"