On Rounds -- The Laundry Room - Sex Stories

On Rounds -- The Laundry Room

... Gretchie. And you are?” I ask failing to stay calm and collected. “Oh um, I’m Ian. I’m visiting my cousin Chris and had to wash my swim trunks.” I nod finally understanding how he could have made this error. “Well, Ian. Now that you tell me that, I feel really bad for what I’m about to do…” “What…?” He raises an eyebrow and I let him have it. “What the HELL?! Do you have ANY IDEA what you’ve done!? We’re stuck in here.” “Wait. Stuck?” His eyes widen as he looks from me to the door and back. “Yes. Stuck. Trapped. Locked-in. Not! Leaving!” I exclaim. He rushes over and tries the door himself. Now that I have said my peace, I am a lot less annoyed. I sit down in a chair against the wall and wipe sweat off of my neck. Ian puts his head against the door and turns to lean against it. “I can’t open it.” He pouts in a very sexy way. “Mmmhm. That’d be about right.” I reply, fanning myself with my hand unsuccessfully. I do not feel any less warm. Ian wipes some droplets from his neck. “You mind if I…” He gestures like he wants to remove his shirt. I wave him to go ahead and he yanks it off. Hey, I might as well have something to look at. That is not even fair! I can’t help myself, I run my eyes over his torso. His chest naturally sticks out because of his muscles and his flat abdomen flexes as he throws his shirt aside. I let my eyes float shut not even worrying whether he saw me or not. “The door locks from the inside. It’s supposed to be getting fixed this week, or so they tell ...

... me.” “Soooo we just wait until someone comes and opens the door right?” “Considering that there is one dryer running…with your clothes in it. And it is 2 a.m. We may be here for a while.” I tell him. He hangs his head and slides down to sit on the floor directly across from me. “Are you sure there isn’t anyone we can call? I’d text Chris, but I left my phone upstairs. Didn’t think I’d need it.” My eyes pop open as his words register and I remember my phone tucked in the side of my bra. With no warning whatsoever, I slide my tank top aside so I can reach it. Let him look if he wants. I don’t even know this kid...Hold on, if he isn’t a resident, then this could get interesting. I unlock my phone and wipe the screen off on my pants. It is coated in sweat from my sticky skin. I call the campus security and give them my details. After hanging up, I catch him eyeing my body. I don’t even think he notices how obvious he’s being. Two can play this game. “I called campus security. They said they would send someone over within the next hour or so. Knowing them, that might be generous. They hate it when students have trouble with anything lock-related so they take their sweet time.” I tell him. In all reality I could get someone to come open the door without problem or delay, but after seeing the couple in the stairwell and then my boss and her boyfriend….I am wanting to be fucked. Plain and simple. And I wanted this stranger to push me up against the locked door and bang my pussy until I ...