Lucy in the Laundry Room

It’s about time that you did your laundry. It’s important to keep a clean bed. {if Bed > 0} Especially for somebody who uses it the way that you do. You’ve been getting busy there and… {endif} You wouldn’t want to take any risks when bringing a girl home, would you?

You head into the laundry room whistling a jaunty tune, only to see Lucy hanging by one of the machines, watching it chug along. To your surprise, the brunette is wearing nothing more than a nightie. The sheer cloth does an excellent job at giving you a peek at what’s beneath. Her slim, nubile body draws your attention like a moth to a candle, the dark hints of areolas there so enticing. When she catches you staring, Lucy smiles, leaning towards you so that her nightie hikes up just so, showing off more of her pale legs.

“Something catching your attention?” she asks innocently.

“Out of clothes to wear?” you ask, wondering what she’s playing at.

“Yah, that’s kinda why I’m doing laundry now,” she says, leaning further over the laundry machine.

“It’s a good look,” you reply, approaching the machine next to her.

But as you’re busy trying to work the door of the laundry machine—it’s a bit finicky getting it open—you glance up and accidentally get a peek at what she’s wearing beneath—or rather, what she’s not wearing beneath. Lucy’s intimates stare back at you, clean shaven and inviting, and you struggle to maintain your composure.

“Something wrong?” she asks, and you cough, glancing back at the clothing that you’re only halfway done stuffing into the machine. That was her pussy on display.

“I um…” you hurriedly look around. “Shit, I left my detergent in my room. Be back in a minute.”

“Okay, I’ll be waiting for you,” she says, winking at you as you leave.

You hurry back to your room to pick up the detergent, wondering about what you just saw. {if Lucy > 30} Knowing Lucy, this has got to be an invitation of sorts… {else} You don’t know Lucy well, but could this be an invitation of sorts? {endif}

But when you return to the laundry room, you’re barely able to hold your laughter in.

“What are you doing down there?” you ask.

Lucy has her head buried in your laundry machine, her nightie hiked up so far that you can see her bare ass sticking out, the contours of her pussy standing out clear as day.

“I’m stuck!” she says. “I was trying to give you a hand and help you put your laundry in, but then…”

“You got stuck,” you say, mouth still twitching in amusement. “I definitely haven’t seen this one before.”

“This isn’t funny,” Lucy says, her voice faintly muffled from the fact that her head and upper torso is wedged inside the laundry machine.

“Well then, what are we to do about it?” you ask.

“Anything! You can do anything you want to get me out,” she says, wiggling her ass at you.

You would roll your eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation, but also… Lucy is pretty damn hot. And even on the weekends, you’ve never seen more than one or two people in the laundry room. Monday afternoon has got to be safe. If ever there was a chance to have some fun with her… this would be it.

You casually lean up against the machine, sliding a finger of yours across her slit. It comes away dripping wet.

“Is this what you mean by anything?” you ask.

“No, that’s not it,” she says, in such a sarcastic tone that you pause.

“Oh, I get it. You want more. You want to be…”

Lucy +10