Last week I visited my sister to help her with the chores and her kids, who were home for the week. She lives in a second floor apartment in a city a few hours away. On the second day of my visit, my sister casually introduced me to her downstairs neighbor, ‘Sara’, as we were leaving the building. Because we had the kids with us we didn’t have a real opportunity to talk. Sara was younger than me. She was probably in her early 20s. She had a septum ring and an unnatural hair color, but was very attractive. That was the only time I saw Sara.
On the fourth day of my visit my sister dropped her kids at a friend’s house before going to work. My goal for the day was to clean up my sister’s apartment while she was at work and the kids were gone. I threw on a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt and got to work. I’ll spare you with the details, but I did a lot.
There is a laundry room in the basement of the building, directly underneath Sara’s apartment. You have to enter from outside. Around early afternoon I put on a sweatshirt and brought down a load of laundry. It was cold and I had regretted only wearing shorts. Once in the laundry room I began throwing the clothes in the washer when I noticed a rhythmic and repetitive thud from above. I stood up straight and listened intently. I began to hear moaning. There is no actually ceiling in the laundry room, just low panels of wood. I was surprised at how clearly I could hear everything being said. I just froze. I could hear Sara telling the mystery man to ‘fuck her hard with his huge cock’ and other realty dirty things. She was very creative. I quickly found my hands down my shorts. I leaned back against the washer and for the next however long I masturbated to the sound of Sara having sex. The thuds finally ended with Sara demanding that he cum on her back. After another minute or so I opened my eyes, fixed my shorts and underwear, and started the washer. On my way back up I tried to peek into a window to get a view of the mystery man who made Sara moan so loud. I wasn’t able to see anything and quickly walked back into my sister’s apartment.
I was so curious to see the mystery man that I waited to bring another load down. Once I heard Sara’s door open I grabbed the clothes and walked downstairs to see the mystery man in passing. As I walked down the stairs I saw Sara wearing nothing but a t-shirt kissing the mystery man, who was at least a foot taller then her. She pulled away as I got closer to them. We all exchanged smiles. I got a good look at him and, for me, this was the sexiest part – The mystery man was at least 20 (if not more) years older than her. That’s what I saw – a 45+ year old man with salt-and-pepper hair dressed in a suit making out with a young early 20 year old who had a septum ring, dyed hair, and elaborate tattoos on her thigh and arm.
I wish I could have joined them. Maybe one of them will read this.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/46xetu/a_story_from_the_laundry_room_happened_last_week
This, as your other story, is very hot. I can only imagine where your head went in that minute. Have you ever had ‘anything’ with a woman?
I wonder if Sara is earning a little extra cash
>I’ll spare you with the details, but I did a lot.
Spare us the details, that’s what I came here for. This is /r/gonewildcleaning right?
Man, I don’t know what it is, but I love hearing other people having sex. Like this one time, I was in my barracks room. The guy in the room next to mine was having sex. I could tell this not only because I could hear them moaning and grunting, but since our beds were on opposite sides of the wall, him thrusting and shaking the bed was actually moving my bed as well.
Almost as good has having sex myself.