Laundry day. It happens once a week for me, sometimes even twice. Nope, 27 year old me is never looking forward to it. Never. Because on laundry day I have to take my dirty laundry, carry it down into the basement, four floors and I have to leave my apartment to do so, and then I dump my dirty clothes into the communal used washing machine.
Once my laundry is spinning around I head back up, wait an hour or two, then I head back down in the basement again. To hang my clothes up to dry. Because wet clothes tend to dry over night in our well heated and well ventilated laundry room. And the next day, I climb down the stairs again, mostly just one floor, because I do it when I come home from work and pick up my dried clothes.
But I am not the only one in my house doing it the same way. Everyone has do do it. Because there are no washing machines in the apartments. There just aren’t the connections you need to put a washing machine into your place.
So one day I ran into my upstairs neighbor. An elderly woman, around 70, carrying her dirty laundry down into the basement. She seemed to struggle, so I offered her my help. She gladly accepted my help and then we went down into the basement together. We were talking on our way down, mostly about our neighbors and a little bit about ourselves.
Once we arrived at our destination, I put her laundry basket on the table next to the washing machine and attempted to leave the room. But she kept me next to her for some time. She thanked me for helping her out, complained about how her back was hurting when she had to carry her laundry up and down the stairs, and well, the genuine nice guy I am, I made her an offer: “If you have to carry something up and down from your place, just knock at my door. When I am home, I am going to help you out.”
A huge smile appeared on her face when she heard my words. She thanked me, and told me that she would come back to my offer. And yes, coming back she did.
One day later, she knocked for the first time. She asked me if I could carry her dry laundry from the basement up to her place in the fourth floor. I grabbed my key, put on some shoes and downstairs we went. Again, while talking with each other all the time. We seemed to to get along.
When we were back up, in front of here place again, she thanked me. I told her that helping her out was no problem for me, turned around went back into my place. Probably hanging out in front of the TV for the rest of the evening.
Two day later, my doorbell rang. No, no one was standing directly in front of my entrance door, someone was ringing from the first door, from the entrance door to the building. I picked up the phone, and asked: “Who is there?”
It was my upstairs neighbor. She went grocery shopping, her back was hurting and now she needed someone to help her carrying her groceries five floors up. I told her that I am on my way downstairs.
A huge smile appeared on her face when she saw me coming down the stairs. She already thanked me before I had even picked up her stuff. Then we went back up. I was matching her paste, so it took us some time. No, it wasn’t like one stair each minute, it just wasn’t as fast as I am used to run up the stairs.
Once we were up, in front of her apartment again, she was really thankful. She asked me into her place, for a cup of coffee. And maybe something to eat. While having a huge smile on her face. But well, I declined. I told her no need for her doing something like that, I am just glad to help out someone in need. Then I turned around and left.
About a week later she rang at my door again. This time, the door to my apartment. She had laundry day. A few moments later I was carrying her dirty laundry down into the basement. While talking with her. While realizing that her attire had changed. She was presenting her cleavage, and her clothes were showing off her curves.
And nope, I didn’t got the hint. When we arrived in the basement, I kept on talking with her. She was shoving her cleavage into my face. I enjoyed it, but I didn’t act onto it. Then I went back upstairs with her. When we arrived on my floor, I said goodbye and went into my place. She probably headed up one more floor and went into hers.
One day later she knocked at my door again. I meanwhile got slightly pissed about it, and I somewhat began to regret the over I made her some time ago. But I took a few deep breaths in and out, then I opened the door. And nope, it wasn’t her. It was delivery guy bringing me a parcel that I was expecting a day later.
About half an hour later it knocked again. I again stood up, walked over to the door and opened it up. This time it was her, my upstairs neighbor. She was holding her back with one hand while she was leaning against the door frame by using her other hand: “My back, can you get my my laundry from the basement? It is all hanging on the first four cloth lines?”
She really seemed to be in pain, so I said yes, grabbed my key and put on some shoes and began to climb down the stairs. While I walked by her, she told me that she would wait upstairs, in her place. She’d leave the door open for me, I just should call for her once I was up on her floor, once I was standing in front of her door.
So I went down into the basement, I went into the laundry room, in there I got her empty laundry basket and then I filled the thing up with her dry clothes. While constantly thinking: Why to hell on Earth am I doing that?
Once I was finished picking up her clothes I hurried back upstairs. As fast as I could. When I arrived in front of her apartment I opened my mouth and told her that I am there. She told me to come in, to put the laundry basket into her living room. And that I should close the door behind me. Inner me shrugged his shoulders and then I went inside her place and closed the entrance door behind me.
When I entered her living room, I finally realized what she was up too. She was sitting on her sofa, wearing some lingerie with no panties. She was spreading her legs while playing with her pussy. I froze the moment I saw her. My mouth was watering and my dick got hard. Rock hard.
Yes, now even moron me got the hint. She wanted to fuck me. To reward me for helping her out. And due the fact that I was single back then, nothing spoke against it. So I went over to her, undressing myself on the way and then I went on my knees in front of her.
Moments later my tongue was eating out her delicious pussy. Her moaning began to fill the room while my tongue was as deep inside her pussy as anyhow possible. Eating her out made my dick even harder.
Then I made her suck on a few of my fingers. I made her lube up my fingers before the went inside her pussy: First one went in, then a second one and then a third one. My fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy while my tongue was playing with her clit.
Her moaning got more and more intense. More and more tension was building up. She came closer and closer to an orgasm. Then, one last thrust with my fingers, and she jumped over the edge. Her legs were shaking a little bit.
Once she was back, she pulled me up. She gave me a few gentle kisses while her hand was sliding up and down my cock. She knew what spots she had to hit. Her doing felt nothing but awesome. And now I really wanted her. I wanted to stick my rock hard dick inside her pussy.
About a minute later my well lubed dick was sliding in and out of her pussy while we shared some passionate kisses. Her pussy wrapping herself around my rock hard dick felt nothing but awesome. Our moaning was filling the room. I took my time while fucking her. I went in slow, hard and deep. I enjoyed every single thrust I gave her. So did she.
More and more tension was building up. My balls began to ache. Something clearly was building up inside me. One more thrust, one more thrust, was the only thing that was in my head. Her hands began to grab my back. Another slow hard and deep thrust. And boom, my balls emptied their load inside her pussy. She came a few moments later. Her body was trembling.
Two sweaty, totally relaxed bodies were collapsing next to each other. Once we were ourselves again, she turned around and looked me in the eyes. She had a huge satisfied smile on her face: “It took you some time to get my hints.”
I shrugged my shoulders. Then we shared a few passionate kisses. Then I stood up to collect my clothes. She stood up too and disappeared into her bathroom. Surprisingly her back pain seemed to be gone. A good fuck seems to have the potential to heal.
When she came out of the bathroom again, I was already on my way out. She hurried over to me, then she hugged me and told me the following: “I think I am going to need your help even more often in the future.”
I gave her the only valid answer: “Always glad when I can help out a neighbor of mine.”
Then I left her place, I went downstairs into my apartment, doing something that I don’t remember, while looking forward to the day that she’d knock at my door again. And boy, she did asking for help a lot after the ice was broken.
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