Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
The washing machine in my apartment building stopped working, and our cheap-as-dirt slumlord hasn’t even attempted to replace or fix it, so my roommate, Kelly, and I decided we couldn’t put it off any longer. We’d have to go to the laundry mat. I’d never been to one, and the idea of my underthings tumbling around in the view of strangers made me feel a little icky. However, it didn’t seem like I had another choice at the moment.
We piled up our laundry baskets, a bottle of detergent, and a plastic baggy of dryer sheets into the car, then raided my piggybank for quarters. Kelly drove us as I tugged at the tiny booty shorts riding up my ass. I had nothing else to wear until my things were cleaned. As we parked in front of the shady building with people loitering outside, I began to feel more uncomfortable. I didn’t know there would be so many pervs at the laundry mat.
Panty Pervs At The Laundry Mat
The small tank top I wore rode up my belly, exposing my mid-drift as I bent into the car to lift out the laundry basket. I could feel all of their eyes on Kelly and me as we juggled the baskets and the front doors. Inside was worse. Grubby-looking men sat around and watched sports on the blurry TVs. Other men were folding oil-stained jeans and teeshirts as if the washing machine didn’t have a setting diligent enough to wash the grime from their things.
“Here’s a couple.” Kelly motioned to two stacked machines with a big clear window where we could watch the clothes circle. I tried to tuck my panties into the back as I filled one with my clothing. It wouldn’t matter as soon as the thing turned on, but it made me feel better to do so. The guys watched us now instead of the TVs. Kelly stuffed in the quarters as I poured the detergent, and as soon as we started the washers, we ran out of there.
I felt safer waiting in the car than with all of those men.
“Gah, it’s like they’ve never seen a woman’s thighs before,” Kelly said, tugging down her shorts. We waited the thirty minutes and walked back in. I expected just to shift our loads to the dryers and stay in the car again, but there was a crowd around the washer we started!
The men had stopped the machine before it filled up, and took out panties out! They stood there together, rubbing their dicks through their pants as they sniffed and shared our panties and even our bras. “Holy fuck,” Kelly gasped. The men turned to look at us, all with disgusting grins on their faces.
“Fuck it, I wanted a new wardrobe anyway!” We turned and ran back to the car. We were abandoning our things to the panty pervs at the laundry mat!
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413