Another shitty day and another shitty job. I hate doing laundry, and this time was not going to be any exception, or so I thought. I had already separated everything out and started my washers when she walked in. Carrying a large bag and fighting the door.
I jumped up to help her and was given a very angry look and she snapped, "I can take care of myself, I don't remember asking for your help."
"Sorry I just..."
"Well don't, I don't need you or anything with a dick," She bit again.
I was a bit stunned. All wanted to do was help. So back to my washers and out of her way. For some reason I was having a terrible time keeping my eyes off of her, at the same time making sure she didn't catch me looking. Hard telling where she would strike next and I didn't want it to be me again. She was a very petite girl, maybe 5 foot tall, dark black hair, and deep blue eyes, her skin was almost white, or as they say in the romance novels that my last girlfriend loved so much, alabaster. Her make-up was very dark and gothic, but it didn't hide her pretty face and eyes, as much as I believe she wanted it to. She was wearing a black lacy top and tight black jeans. Her body was very nice, with pert little tits and nipples that could poke your eye out. I felt that familiar tingle in my jeans.
As I was lost in my own imagination, I forgot to watch for her to look up, and the next thing that I know, she is up and walking my way.
"Is there something you want to say to me, asshole, or do I just give you something to gawk at," she said before I had a chance to even brace myself.
"I'm sorry, I was just......"
"I know what you were just .... and I'm not interested, got it?" she glared at me.
A glare that made my tingle vanish as well as anything else that had started there. She then walks back to her seat and watching her ass my arousal starts right back up. What can I say, you can't fight the hormones. We both kept our distance and continued to take care of our respective laundry.
The night continued and soon we were the only people left in the building. She was finishing up her laundry and started looking my way, this started to worry me, considering our last little talk. I'm not sure, but I think I saw a little smile. Then she starts to walk my way. This time I'm gonna be prepared.
I started with, "Listen, I'm truly sorry for what ever you're pissed off about but I didn't cause it and I ain't gonna be treated like shit."
She softened, "I know, please forgive me, my prick of a boyfriend just dumped me and took all my money. I didn't mean to take it out on you, I really am sorry."
Suddenly, she seemed like a different person. She actually had a smile and a twinkle in her eye.
"That's ok, I shouldn't have been staring, sometimes I just don't have any control over my ....... well, you know," I said with a smile of my own.
"Yeah I know, your dick does most of the thinking, and I'll bet I know what it's thinking. I guess I should have looked at you a little closer, nice package," she says looking at my crotch and the bulge that again gave away my intentions.
"Well the little head does the thinking, sometimes too much," I shot back, trying to keep myself calm and collected, which wasn't easy with the hungry look in her eye.
"Listen, maybe I can make it up to you somehow," she says with a sly little grin, putting her hand on my chest. "I think I can make you forget just how bad I was too you."
She slips her hand inside my shirt and finds my nipple, which she pinches and strokes until it looks more like hers, ready to jump off my chest. Not wanting to let this opportunity pass I wrap my arms around her and pick her up, pulling her close to me and covering her lips with mine. Her tongue darts deeply into my mouth and entangles with mine.
