I worked long hours at the local store but on my days off I tended to just stay in bed wanking or walking around the local neighbourhood seeing what was going on.
The rest of my family were at work through the day therefore I’d help out around the house doing the laundry and suchlike. Not very exciting I know but it was something to do.
One day it was raining so I called my mum and asked what I was to do with the wet laundry. She told me to take the key from above the washing machine and to put all the stuff in the communal drying area downstairs in the basement.
Back then, nearly twenty years ago, it was not very common for people to have driers in their apartments so often there was a secure drying area provided for the residents to use when the weather was inclement.
I picked up the laundry basket, put the key in my pocket then descended the two flights of stairs to the basement. I unlocked the door, stepped inside and found myself in a large airy room full of washing lines strung along its entire length upon which hung all sorts, sizes, shapes and colours of clothes.
I scanned around to see if there was anything of particular interest and soon located a line of women’s panties, bras and slips. As I stood looking at the intricate designs of the lingerie, fantasies about the possible owners began running through my head. Could the sexy panties I was eyeing up belong to one of the two gorgeous blonde twins who lived down the hall or had the leggy lady at number seven worn them? I had no way of knowing who owned what but I did know at that moment I was incredibly turned on.
Continuing my search I soon spotted a very large lace and silk bra. Transfixed I tried to imagine the size of tits that would be needed to fill those huge cups. The label stated the size as 40E !! It felt soft and smooth and I had an urge to wrap it around my cock and wank off there and then
but not wishing to take the risk of someone finding me I stuck my hand down my trousers and had a quick few strokes of my, by now, rock hard erection.
After a few minutes of playing with myself I thought I had better get back to the job in hand and returned to my pile of laundry, stringing it up on an empty length of line.
Just before leaving I thought I’d have another quick look at the immense bra that had captured my attention earlier. I returned to where I had found it and stood admiring its shape and form, imagining what it would be like to get a chance to manhandle such a large pair of tits.
As I turned round to head back up to my apartment I noticed someone standing by the doorway. It was an older woman, probably around forty-five or so, with long black hair and dark eyes. She was slightly shorter than me and was dressed in grey jogging bottoms and a black sweatshirt.
Trying to act nonchalantly I introduced myself, “Hi my names David, from number 15, er I’m just helping with some chores, terrible weather outside huh?”
She started to come towards me, “well David, I see you found my bra,” she said.
I gulped and could feel myself blushing. I wondered how long exactly she had been standing there. Could she have seen me touching and stroking her bra, or even worse had she seen me put my hand down my trousers?
“Its one of my favourites” she added, “and by the look on your face and the lump in your trousers you rate it quite highly as well.”
“It’s a lovely colour, very pretty,” I said.
“Are you telling me that it’s the colour that you are interested in” she said as she came even closer. “I saw you inspecting the label, are you curious as to who made it?”
She came even closer, so close that her ample chest was almost touching my arm.
“Come now David, it was the size that fascinated you wasn’t it”, she said.
“Yes, yes it was, the size, yes the size”, I stuttered. “I’ve not seen one that big before.”
I didn’t know where to look so fixed my gaze on the ground in front of me.
I felt her leaning on me slightly as she placed her hand between my legs and lightly squeezed my erection. She then turned to walk away and said “ok well why didn’t say that in the first place, come to my apartment, number four, at eight fifteen this evening.”
Still staring at the floor I repeated her flat number and time “number four, eight fifteen.”
“Be sharp, I hate to be kept waiting”, she said exiting the door.
“Yes, sharp, of course.” I mumbled.
What seemed like an age passed before I summoned the courage to lift my head and look around. She was gone but I couldn’t really believe what had happened. My legs were shaking from my encounter with the woman from apartment number four and I’d been so terrified when she touched my cock that I nearly fainted with excitement.
With the laundry basket under my arm I locked the door and rushed back up the stairs to the apartment. It would be a long wait to eight fifteen.
I showered at seven forty five then shaved and got dressed. I didn’t know what to wear but eventually settled on smart top and my best pair of jeans. At five minutes past eight I left the apartment telling my family that I was heading out to see a film.
Apartment number four was only one floor down so I nervously paced about at the top of the stairs for a couple of minutes continually checking my watch until it showed eight fourteen at which point I made my way down to the landing below.
My hand trembled as I knocked. After a short delay the door was opened and the woman I’d seen earlier that day stood in front of me.
“Good, you are on time, I like that” she said. “Come in, my names Veronica, follow me and close the door behind you”, she added.