The Hot Tub - Sex Stories

The Hot Tub

... The whole process usually takes a good couple of hours and now I couldn't even start it. I sat on the floor fiddling with the machine but nothing I did made the slightest bit of difference. Giving up on the machine for now as I was in no state to start taking it apart and figuring out then problem logically I sat there wondering what I was going to do? I didn't even know where the nearest launderette was. Was it even open at night? Did I need coins? Do launderettes even operate on coins these days of plastic cards and phone wallets. Actually I wasn't even sure if I had any coins? How much was it? Was that even relevant?

All these thoughts and questions rattled around my brain as I sat there until I came to one final conclusion. My neighbour. Mrs Dodds lived next door and appeared to be roughly the same age as me, in her mid to late forties. I'd chatted to her a few times; over the garden fence and in the street when our path's crossed, coming and going from home, although I'd never been invited in. I knew she was divorced and lived with her daughter; Polly or Poppy or something like that. I wasn't sure of her age, but Mrs Dodds; her name was Peggy I remembered, had said something about finishing college so she had to be at least 18 or 19 I guessed. Anyway, that I decided was my only solution, knock next door, apologise for calling late and beg to borrow her washing machine. It wasn't perfect and I'd make sure to make it up to her, but I hoped she'd help me out. She had ...

... always come across as a decent enough person, surely she'd understand and whilst not the thing to do on a Friday night I couldn't come up with anything else. Except of course I could leave everything until the next day, try and repaid the machine, if I even could, and then start my laundry. The thought of trying that, not being able to fix the damn machine and still being in the same position I was now urged me that this was my best option.

I bundled everything into two large black bin bags, walked next door and nervously rang the bell. I was surprised when the daughter opened it and even more surprised to see what she was wearing. She had long dark hair that fell past her shoulders framing a petite and pretty face. She was nearly as tall me and her dark hair was a stark contrast to the white towelling robe that she wore. The robe stopped at mid-calf level and her feet were bare I noticed. I suddenly wished I had opted for option one of waiting until tomorrow to see if I could fix the stupid machine, but of course that was too late now.

"Oh, hi Mr Harris," she recognised me, not commenting on my two suspicious black plastic bin bags.

"Oh, hello," I still couldn't recall her name properly, "is your mother in? I need to ask her a favour."

"No, sorry, she's had to go away for the weekend to her sister, she's not very well. So Mum has gone to help her out for a few days. What was the favour you wanted?"

Well, that was my plans scuttled. My laundry would have to wait. ...