It was one in the morning and I was at the laundromat because I ran out of clean underwear two days ago and I had been improvising. That's the honest reason. I wish it was something more interesting.
The place was empty except for this guy sitting in one of the plastic chairs reading something on his phone. He was tall. Light brown hair. Jawline that caught the fluorescent light in a way that made me look twice. He glanced up when I walked in and we did the polite-nod thing and then I shoved my clothes in a washer and sat three chairs down from him.
His name was Shea. I found that out because I asked. I asked because I was bored and he was attractive and I have never once in my life been able to sit in a room with an attractive person and mind my own business.
We talked while the machines ran. He was twenty two. Worked at some tech company I pretended to recognize. He was doing laundry at 1am because he had insomnia and figured he might as well be productive. Same energy honestly.
Somewhere around the spin cycle I decided I wanted to fuck him. Not because of anything specific he said. Just the way he looked at me while I talked. Focused. Like I was interesting. Plus his hands were big and I have a thing about big hands.
"Your place is close right" I said.
"Across the street."
"Okay. I want to go there. But I have a rule."
He raised his eyebrows. "A rule."
"You cum inside me. That's the deal. If you're going to pull out or put on a condom or get weird about it then I'll stay here and we'll talk about laundry."
He stared at me. Blinked. His mouth opened and closed and he was clearly trying to figure out if I was serious.
"You're serious" he said.
"Completely."
"I don't even know your last name."
"You don't need to."
He looked at me for a long second. Then he picked up his laundry basket and said "mine's in the dryer. It can wait."
We went across the street. His apartment was small and neat and he had an actual bookshelf which I noticed because that matters to me for reasons I can't explain. He set the basket down and turned around and I kissed him before he could say anything else.
He kissed me back. Tentative at first and then harder. His big hands went to my waist and he pulled me against him and I could feel he was already getting hard. I grabbed his belt and undid it and pushed his jeans down and wrapped my hand around his cock through his boxers.
"We should probably" he started.
"We don't need to talk about it. You already agreed."
I dropped to my knees. I pulled his boxers down and put my mouth on him. He was thick and I had to work my jaw open. He groaned and put his hand on the wall and his hips pushed forward. I took him deep and he said my name even though I hadn't told him my actual name. He called me what I told him to call me. Close enough.
I stood up and stripped. Pulled my shirt off, unhooked my bra, stepped out of my jeans. He watched like he was memorizing it.
"Your turn" I said.
He took his clothes off. Lean. Nice shoulders. I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. I reached between us and guided his cock to my entrance and sank down slow. He filled me up and I put my hands on his chest and rolled my hips.
"Fuck" he said.
I rode him slow at first. Grinding more than bouncing. I wanted to feel him deep. His hands went to my hips and I grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. He let me. He stared up at me with wide eyes and I rode him harder and his cock was hitting the perfect spot.
I leaned down and kissed him and he kissed me back desperately and his hips were thrusting up into me. The bed was creaking. I sat back up and put my hands on his chest and went faster and I could feel him getting close. His abs were tight and his breathing was ragged.
"Remember the rule" I said.
"Yeah" he said. "I remember."
I squeezed around him and his whole body tensed. I rode him harder and he moaned and his hands broke free and grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto him.
"I'm close" he said.
"Good. Don't hold back."
He came. I felt him pulsing inside me, filling me up, and his grip on my hips tightened and he made a sound that was almost a word but not quite. I kept moving through it. Milking every drop. I could feel his cum warm inside me and I came too, clenching around him, my whole body tightening on top of his.
I stayed on him for a minute. Felt him go soft inside me. Then I climbed off and got dressed while he lay there staring at the ceiling looking like someone had rewired his brain.
"I have to get my clothes" I said.
"What."
"From the dryer. At the laundromat."
He laughed. A real laugh. "You're going back."
"Yeah. I need clean underwear. That's literally why I went out tonight."
I left his apartment. Crossed the street. The laundromat was still empty and my dryer had stopped. I pulled my warm clothes out and folded them on the table and I could feel him leaking down the inside of my thigh the whole time.
My phone buzzed. His number.
"When can I see you again."
I folded the last shirt. Put it in the basket. Walked out.
"Thursday" I typed. "Same time. Bring your laundry."
I don't do repeats usually. But the laundromat is convenient and so is he.