Melanie was a college student living off campus with another girl. They had all the amenities of a modern apartment: washer and dryer, microwave, cable and internet, the works. In fact, it seemed that aside from going to class and working on the weekend, Melanie never left the house. She could watch movies at home, she could order her food, and she could do her socializing via online social networks.
Melanie’s roommate, on the other hand, worked a lot and was rarely home. That was just another element that added up to her loneliness.
It was close to eleven p.m. on a Thursday night, Melanie had an afternoon class on Friday, so for her it was basically the start of the weekend. Besides, her Friday class was a no-brainer and since she was not graded on attendance, she could always miss one class if she needed to.
Melanie got a call on her home phone. The caller ID showed a number she did not recognize but she answered it anyway. The caller asked if he had reached the all night laundromat, Wash-Around-the-Clock. Of course, she said no, but then she thought to herself, maybe she could go do her laundry there. She had never heard of it but figured it must be close. After all, the caller had the same area code as she did.
Melanie got on her touch-screen phone and searched for the address and directions to the laundromat. Melanie loved technology and anything with a screen she could touch was a plus for her. She just loved to touch things, and to move her fingers along smooth things that she could control.
It turned out that the place was no more than ten miles away from her house, was open 24/7, and had things like snack machines, TV’s and even video games.
It took Melanie about forty-five minutes to pack her clothes, get ready, and arrive at Wash-Around-the-Clock. There were only a few people inside and they were either sitting by the dryers or folding laundry. Melanie figured she’d end up being there alone, unless more people showed up. She would have thought twice about starting her laundry, but there were other businesses on either side of the laundromat that were still open, so she decided to stay.
Melanie went inside, got change and put her laundry in the wash machines. She then decided to go to the vending machines to see what they had to offer. On her way there a girl sitting atop a dryer and next to about five bags of laundry smiled at her. Melanie smiled back and stopped to talk to the girl.
“wow, you must have been here all night. How many quarters did you spend on video games and vending machines to stay entertained,” Melanie playfully asked.
The girl smiled and told Melanie that she did not play any games or buy any snacks, but that she instead dried her laundry one load at a time and sat on the dryer each time.
“That’s how I keep myself entertained,” the girl said.
Melanie smiled and was puzzled by the girl’s comment. The girl adjusted her position on the dryer, licked her top lip, and closed her eyes. Melanie still puzzled, continued on to the vending machines as she had planned.
She was halfway to the vending machines when she realized what the girl was talking about. Melanie smiled, then hoping that everyone would finish, leaving her alone in the laundromat when her laundry was ready to be dried.
The girl sitting on the dryer was the last person to leave Wash-Around-the-Clock before an old woman came in, but she stayed on the opposite end of the laundromat. She didn’t even appear to have any laundry with her. Just a couple of small plastic bags form a grocery store.
Melanie gathered her laundry and began preparing it to be dried. As she did this her heart began racing and beads of sweat formed at her forehead and trickled down her cheeks. She knew her face was probably red and it was confirmed when she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflective surface on one of the dryers. She had been anticipating drying her clothes for an hour, and the time had finally arrived.
As she put her clothes into the dryer she felt a wetness in her pants. She thought it was from picking up her freshly washed clothes, but soon realized that it was not from that. It was all because of the anticipation to dry her clothes.
Melanie had four loads of wash, but put in only three, saving the last for a second session, if she so desired. Luckily, the old woman across the room was facing away from Melanie, captivated by the shopping channel on the television, leaving Melanie with virtually no distractions. Still, the chance of getting caught only heightened Melanie’s arousal.
So, Melanie lifted herself onto the dryer after starting it. It started off slowly and Melanie was not impressed. But minutes into the cycle she could feel her muscles contracting with the rhythm of the machine, and as the machine pulsated, so did she. It was hard for her to fight the urge to moan out loud. Between the machine and the visions she could see inside her mind playing like a movie projected on her closed eyelids, it was all she could do not to scream out in pleasure. She was envisioning times when she had pleasured herself at home. She kept a mirror against the wall at the foot of her bed as she liked to look at herself in the mirror as she masturbated. She loved to watch as her little pink slit opened and closed as she circled her fingers around the top of her clit. She liked to look at the expressions on her face, and she especially loved to watch as her sweet female liquid seeped out of her bald pussy as she came. She even got off by looking at her toes curl as she reached orgasm. She was not conceited but Melanie knew that she had a delectable body and she figured that if everyone else was going to get off by looking at it, why shouldn’t she do the same.
Melanie could feel the wetness in her panties as it rolled down her supple thighs and stopped at her little butt. She wanted so badly to touch herself but couldn’t because of the old lady.
After a few moments of being lost in her daydream, Melanie opened her eyes to find that the old lady had left. She did not hear anyone walk across the floor or a door open or shut, but the old lady and her bags were gone. Melanie was alone in the Laundromat, sitting on top of a dryer, her panties wet and her thighs quivering from the pleasure she was getting. She unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the zipper, sticking one hand inside, rubbing her moist clit with two fingers. She then took her hand out to smell her fingers. They smelled sweet, and doing this made her want to pleasure herself even more than what she was getting from the machine.
Being a sensible girl, Melanie would have never dreamed that she’d be doing what she had just begun doing, especially in public. She was touching herself while rocking back and forth on the dryer as it continued to rumble a rhythm of pleasure pulsating from Melanie’s clit up through her neck and into her brain.
Melanie occasionally looked around to make sure no one was looking in from outside and that no one had come into the laundromat. But at that point it wouldn’t have made a difference to her. Her mind was as deep into her thoughts as her fingers were inside of her tight, wet pussy.
The cycle for the dryer was nearing its end and Melanie was reaching hers too. She was in a race to climax before the machine stopped. It was a race that she knew she could win because she had held back at least once when she could have cum. What got her to that point was the realization that the reason why her butt was feeling a draft was because she had somehow managed to get her pants halfway down her thighs, exposing her wet, white cotton panties and her sticky thighs. Her fingers had been just as sticky but she took care of that by licking each one clean, and inserting them back into her warm vagina. The contrast between her warm nectar and her cool saliva on her fingers was bliss.
Three more minutes until liftoff, she thought. Only three more minutes until she experienced an orgasm like she had never experienced in her sexual life. And she knew that it was going to be magical. She could already feel her walls tightening around her fingers, the pounding of the dryer felt to her as if she had someone behind her pounding her. To her the quickening pace of the dryer as it neared the end of its cycle was like each of the men she had been with, quickening their pace and pounding her harder as they neared orgasm. Then it began.
With just about two minutes left, Melanie felt her calves flexing and she looked down to see her toes curling in her thong sandals. Even wearing those style of shoes made Melanie feel sexy, and she was so glad that she had worn them on that night.
Melanie then felt the gush of liquid fighting against her fingers to be released to the outside, and as she removed her fingers, it was released. It poured out of her like it never had. Through her panties, down her thighs, and onto the top of the dryer that was starting to slow down, it too experiencing it’s climax. Melanie let out a deep, but loud moan as her whole body went limp. She caught her breath just as she saw what appeared to be headlights beam through the window of the laundromat, then turn off. And though she was startled, she was too relaxed after her amazing orgasm to rush to even pull up her pants.
Melanie licked her fingers one last time, pulled up her jeans, fastened them and then tended to her dried laundry. As she stood up to place some of her garments into her bag, she saw a man walk into the laudromat carrying a few bags, and a radio. The man passed by her and smiled. It was most likely just a friendly smile, but Melanie’s guilty conscience couldn’t help but make her wonder if it was a smile saying that he knew something. She quickly brushed the thought from her mind and smiled back.
Melanie smiled and said hello to the man. He then stopped, and had a quizzical expression on his face. He introduced himself and asked Melanie what her name was. She responded, telling him her name was Melanie. And the more she spoke, the more confused his expression. She, too, began to mimic his expression as he continued talking. Finally, the man, who said his name was Craig, asked her if she had gotten a call about a Laundromat that night. She smiled and answered yes, and asked Craig if it was him who had called her. He responded yes.
“I thought you said you never heard of this place,” Craig stated.
“I hadn’t. I looked it up after you called me,” Melanie replied.
“So what do you think?” Craig asked.
Melanie smiled coyly, picked up her bags of dry laundry, as well as her bag of still wet laundry and replied, “I plan on coming at least once a week.” Melanie again smiled, and turned to walk towards the door.
Craig smiled and watched her as she walked away. He then called to her.
“I don’t think your done yet, you are dripping,” Craig said.
Melanie turned around and answered, “Oh, I didn‘t notice. Something must still be wet.”
