Embarrassment flooded Frieda’s body when she stepped into the laundry room and found it occupied. There she was covered only by a pile of dirty laundry and nothing else while a guy knelt next to the dryer and stared back at her with his mouth slightly agape. She was embarrassed but he was also kind of cute, so she walked up next to him and dumped all her darks into the washer exposing her naked body in front of him as she turned on the cycle. He was just frozen in place, his hand deep in the dryer watching her naked breasts until she glanced at him. That’s when he looked away.
“Your naked,” he commented.
“Yep,” Frieda replied before hopping up on the washer and feeling it start to jangle and vibrate beneath her nude ass. “My asshole roommate wouldn’t lend me anything to cover up with.”
“Why not just wear a dirty set of clothes?” That cute boy asked, trying his best to steal looks at her while making it seem like he wasn’t.
“I never wear dirty clothes,” Frieda replied matter of factly. “I’d rather go naked than wander around in a soiled shirt.”
“Well, you’re way more comfortable nude than I’d be,” the guy replied before beginning to haul what remained of his clothes from the dryer. He glanced at her before beginning to fold his laundry right there. She knew he wasn’t the type to fold his laundry in a timely manner but how often did you get to look at a hog naked chick while doing it.
Funnily enough his clothes seemed odd. The guy was built like a nerd in the chemistry classes and yet there he was pulling out gym shorts and muscle shirts that were a bit too large for him. He hardly noticed until he picked up a jersey for the school basketball team and blinked in confusion.
“Wait, this isn’t mine,” he commented before tearing his gaze off Frieda and noticing all his clothes weren’t his. “I don’t wear this type of underwear!”
“What? You wear tightly whities?” Frieda asked with a smirk. The blush on the guy confirmed her suspicions.
“Am I on the wrong floor?” The guy asked, before noticing he was still holding those boxers. He rubbed his fingers on them and a compulsion to slip them on filled him. There was a hot nude chick in the laundry room with him and yet he felt the desire to strip down and put those boxers on. He tried to resist but the urge quickly overpowered his embarrassment and he undid his belt letting his pants fall to the floor and his underwear quickly followed.
Frieda snickered a little at his tiny oddly shaped dick. At least she was laughing until he pulled those boxers on and she watched the bulge in his shorts shudder and expand. It was flaccid and yet she could tell he’d just gone from a pipe cleaner to a manly piece of meat any girl would kill to have inside her.
The guy looked up and noticed Frieda staring. The look in her eyes was one he’d never been given before, attraction. He felt his dick go hard and she looked excited by that, so he dug into the folded laundry and pulled a muscle shirt on. When it popped over his head he felt his jawline expand and become cleanly shaven, his hair turned stylish and dark, and his torso expanded. He felt his limbs get powerful, his muscle form up, and his pecs expand until he had the upper body most guys dreamed of.
“Oh wow,” Frieda blushed and that was all it took to convince him to finish dressing. He pulled on gym shorts and his legs turned sexy and strong, hair growing down them until he looked like a man, and the. The socks made his feet grow and his skin take on a vaguely dark tone. His features then shifted and he was left as a strong looking south Asian man built like an athlete.
“Whoa,” he gasped in a deep voice and gazed at Frieda who was biting her lip, loving the look of the man that she was in the laundry room with. She slipped off the washer and approached the guy, reaching up and running a hand down the muscles on his chest.
“I got about forty minutes to kill until my next load,” she mused while tracing his muscles and making him blush.
“I have a load that needs to be changed right now,” he grinned while reaching down and pulling his boxers down. His dick was large and erect and Frieda smiled at it, bending down and wrapping her lips around it. He let out a grunt as she began sucking him off. Her lips were magical and her fingers knew all the right places to press. He felt so strong and invigorated, he felt like he could go all night with this girl, he wanted to go all night with this girl, he was going to go all night with this girl. She was his girlfriend after all.
She continued to blow him, her lips moving faster and her tongue washing down every inch of his dick. She was a tidy girl and when they’d started dating she’d started rewarding his cleaning efforts with sexual acts. His roommates were around right now and her roommate was present which meant they had to go somewhere private for their alone time. Nothing turned Frieda on more than a guy who could clean up after himself.
“You’re getting really good at this,” he commented with a smile as she continued to deepthroat his cock. His hands rested on her head and helped her rock back and forth. He was so glad he’d showered after practice, there was no way this would be happening if he’d been covered in a glean of sweat. “Did you pass on cleaning your clothes until today just because you knew it was laundry day?”
There was a twinkle in her eyes, that was it. That’s why she’d shown up nude, she’d memorized his cleaning schedule. She loved sucking him off as much as he enjoyed being sucked off. Other forms of sex were too messy, swallowing all his cum was the only way to make sure it didn’t spill on bedsheets, her skin, or clothing. Sure it meant they didn’t do titjobs and raw sex was a no go, but Frieda was so good at blowjobs it didn’t really matter.
He began to throb and try to hold off on cumming, he wanted this to continue, he needed it to continue, it had to continue. But it was too late, his will couldn’t take it anymore and with a pulse his dick shot his load into her mouth.
He watched her with a devious smile as her cheeks inflated and her lips held tight to his cock. Would any spill out? She always got so mad and flustered when that happened. She gave a gulp and downed his semen though, her lips keeping all of it inside. He tried to push some more out but it was just a tiny stream by that point, swallowed up with the rest of his cum until his dick started to go flaccid again and she released his cock from her lips.
“So, are you really out of clothes or did you just show up here naked for me?” He asked with a grin while stowing his dick back in his pants.
“My darks won’t be done for another hour and a half, and when that machine dings I’m snuggling up in some fresh warm clothing,” Frieda explained while seating herself back on the washer, her cute perky breasts presented and making his dick hard again. “So if you’d like another go...”
“I’ll be back before then,” he promised with a grin. “And maybe we should try something a little messier.”
“Depends, have you cleaned your bathroom yet?” Frieda asked making him blush. She the. Looked him dead in the eye with an air of seriousness. “You want to see my face and boobs coated in cum, you clean your bathroom.”
“Deal!” He shouted, grabbing his laundry basket and bolting.
“An hour and a half! After that I’m not sucking anything else off!” Frieda shouted after him seconds before the door closed.