The Hot Tub - Sex Stories

The Hot Tub

... I'd have to get up early tomorrow and try and fix the machine. Back to option one then.

"Oh, it was nothing really, my washing machine just broke down on me and I have a whole week's worth of laundry to get done. I was going to ask your Mum if I could use your machine, but don't worry, I'll get mine fixed tomorrow hopefully."

"Don't be silly, of course you can use ours."

"Well, I don't know, you said your Mum isn't here. I don't want to be a nuisance to you."

"It's no nuisance. And Mum would be cross with me if I didn't offer to help you out. What are neighbours for anyway. Is that your laundry you have with you?"

"Yes, sorry there's quite a lot of it, I didn't manage to get any done during the week."

"Come on in then, let's get you started."

She fully pulled open the front door and ushered me inside. The layout was very much like that of my own house next door. We went down the hallway, past the stairs through to the back of the house into the kitchen which then led to a small utility room area by the back door. That's when I had another surprise. I had assumed that Poppy/Polly was on her own, instead as we entered the kitchen, I saw a second girl sat at the breakfast bar. Whereas, Poppy/Polly was dark haired this second girl was blonde, her hair cut quite short and she too was dressed only in a towelling bathrobe. Whether or not it was because she was seated, I couldn't decide but her robe seemed much shorter, just about covering her to mid-thigh. I ...

... tried not to stare however, she was the first to speak.

"Ooh who's this, Pol?" Well at least I now knew my neighbour's name was Polly.

"Anna, this is Mr Harris from next door, his washing machine broke so I offered him to use ours. Mr Harris, this is Anna, a friend from college. She's staying over while my Mum is away to keep me company."

Anna stepped off her kitchen stool and offered a hand in greeting. Damn, I was right, her bathrobe was way shorter than Polly's. I tried but failed not to stare at her legs that seemed to be way too long and disappear under a way too short bathrobe.

"Hi, Mr Harris," she greeted me as she shook my hand.

"Nice to meet you, Anna, please both of you call me Dani. Mr Harris makes me feel old. And whilst I am older than you both I'm not ancient." I tried to be a bit light-hearted.

"No problem, Dani," Anna giggled as she said my name.

"The washing machine is through here," announced Polly, "but then you probably worked that out already." She smiled and led the way through to the utility room. "The machine is quite new so if you need help figuring it out then just ask."

"Thanks, Polly. I will." At that I emptied my bin bags of clothes onto the floor and started again to sort them into different loads for washing. The two girls stood in the doorway watching as I separated my bedding, towels and coloured clothes.

"Mmm nice boxers," Anna commented as I piled up a week's worth of dirty underwear.

"Thanks, erm, I think that ...