The Laundry Room

Caught snoozing on the bench,
mid-morning, still in pyjama bottoms
a suggestive lump
catching the eye
of a woman,
an armful of laundry
cradled against her chest.
 
"Could you give me a hand?" she asks
jolting you from a foggy fantasy
and back to the mundane motion
of the dryer tossing a random load.
 
You jump to your feet to assist,
as she teeters with the washer door
and clutches the pile to avoid
the inevitable spillage.
 
A few articles fall,
and you automatically reach down
connecting with something lacy.
 
You resist the compulsion to avert the eyes
to see what it is you have grabbed.
 
"I think you're on my floor.  403, right?"
 
You nod, aptly aware that you have an intimate item in your hand.
 
"You're a lucky guy," she teases. "It usually takes a lot more to get those off me."
 
You calmly hand them back.  "I consider them my power panties", she continues.
"Don't they feel nice?"
 
"They do," you respond.
 
"I didn't plan this out very well," she admits.  "Would you mind reaching into my pocket to grab some change for this machine?"
 
"I'll get the door, first."
 
"No!" she says, slamming it shut with her knee.  "My pocket, first!"
 
The clump of the laundry,
still hugged tight to her body,
obscures a direct reach  
forcing you to blindly comply.
 
You manage to find the pocket,
sliding into her tight jeans
and there is a pull at your waistband
and you can feel the fabric
enclose around your cock.
 
"I told you they felt good, didn't I?"
 
You agree,  
drawing in your breath
to the slow rub
on the shaft
over the tip.
 
Inside her pocket,
the side of your hand
grazes her
as the digits feel
the cool metal of the coins.
 
"Get that change in there and get that machine going," she commands.  
 
She's tilting her body
to use the ridge of your hand
continuing to massage
with her lacy grasp.
 
Overwhelmed by the manipulation,
your face buries into the pile,
fishing the coins up
and getting them to the other hand
and to the correct slots.
 
Ping!
The machine kicks on.
"Help me get these off", she says.
"They are going in and you are going in me."