“Every day you’re in here the same time, washing the same outfit.” she smirked at

“Every day you’re in here the same time, washing the same outfit.” she smirked at him. He took a step back and realized how obvious he had been the whole time. “Seriously,” she asked with a firm and demanding tone, “… you’re just coming in here when I do my laundry, admit it.”He fell silent and offered no response. He couldn’t even think straight at that point, much less come up with any believable reason other than exactly what she had accused him of: the truth.She took his silence as an admission and pushed him for his goal. “So what, you just want to sit there and spend 30 minutes staring at me across the laundry room? Is that all?” she giggled as she pulled a top out of the dryer and started to fold it. He swallowed, and blinked finally, trying to form a reply. He wasn’t fast enough to avoid her next addition.“Or what, more than that? Are you hoping for something else? Maybe to see my panties every time? Is that it?” she grinned, leaning on one hand on the open dryer and pointing down to the pile of fresh warm clothing. The bright pink lacy panties on top of the pile were unavoidable to his eyes. “Yeah, I though so.”He closed his eyes and could feel himself turning a deeper shade of red than the side tie bikini bottoms he once caught a glimpse of in her basket and had fantasized about her wearing ever since. “And then what young man? Then you go back to your apartment, lock your bed room door, and whack off thinking about me wearing them? Or maybe you just wish you could steal a pair and shoot your little load all over them?” she added, pointing at his growing and every more obvious bulge as she detailed out the rest of his afternoon as he she could read his mind. “Well, I don’t think so you little shit. That stops today.” she snapped.“Instead, lock this door. You’re going to do it in here today.”His stomach flipped and his pulse nearly slowed to a stop. She smiled and bit her bottom lip for a split second before returning to her stern tone. “Lock the door I said, and…” she said again, pausing to bend down and pick through the clothing still in the dryer, “… yes. We’ll use these.”  She pulled out a new black pair of panties he had never caught a glimpse of before, and layed them out on the top of the lower folding table. “Hurry up, we don’t have all day, I have other things to do. Get over here, and let’s see what you’ve got little boy.” -- source link

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