The building was an old two-story walk-up apartment building dating back to the early 1950s, It was a solid brick structure and had been well taken care of over the years. The new management had spent a lot of money updating it. The laundry room was in the basement but had been brought up to date with the best washers and gas dryers on the market. That dated the property but with new appliances and lighting, as well as bright white paint, it looked modern and efficient. It was laundry day for Jaz, the building manager.
Jaz, the manager, was 5’11” with shoulder-length chestnut brown hair, pulled back in a ponytail today. She had a round face with rich brown eyes, arched eyebrows, and full lips. Her skin was a sultry bronze like a permanent tan, due to her Polynesian heritage. Her neck was long and slender, melding into nicely shaped strong shoulders. The tank-top she wore revealed just a little cleavage and was stretched tight from her 38C breasts.
She was in the last of her laundry, waiting for the dryer to finish its cycle. It was early afternoon, a time she preferred, as there were not many others doing laundry at this time. In fact, there was only one other person in the room with her. He was sitting across the room but facing down the aisle to the dryer she was using.
“There he is again,” she thought, noticing him sitting in the plastic chair reading a newspaper. She noticed that none of the machines around him were running. “That’s the new guy in apartment 5. His picture doesn’t do him justice.” She had not met him as she was away from the office when he rented the place. Anna, her assistant, had handled everything and simply briefed her on her return. She also noted that he was dressed business casual, gray dress slacks, expensive loafers, a freshly starched Oxford shirt with sharp creases. His hair was short, but not military short, neatly trimmed and combed. And he was clean-shaven.
She thought it odd that he’d be dressed like that to do laundry. Then she remembered he was dressed like that the last time she saw him down here. But then he was clearly doing laundry. This time, none of the washers were running, nor the dryers, save hers. She wondered, as she went to the dryer to extract her clothes. She had an idea. As she opened the dryer door, she reached in and took out a long nightgown. She held it by the straps and let it unfold from her grasp. Holding the straps where they’d be if she were wearing it, it came to her ankles. It shimmered in the light, though she wasn’t wearing it, and gave her a stunning appearance.
“Oh yeah, he’s looking,” she thought as she stole a glance in his direction. The newspaper was down just enough for him to be looking over the top of it. She smiled to herself as she folded it and dropped it in the basket with the rest of her stuff.
“Let’s see what this does,” she thought as she pulled the last item, a white full slip, out of the dryer. This time she decided on a little more show. She held the slip up, appraising it in a showy fashion, before holding it by the straps to her shoulders. The slip was gorgeous. Lace around the breast cups matched the lace at the hem. The way it moved as she positioned it was mesmerizing. At least he thought so.
She almost guffawed at him when she looked. The paper was fully down in his lap and he was staring as if transfixed. “Enjoying the show?” she asked, a mischievous grin on her full sensuous lips.
That seemed to bring him out of his trance, and as he came back to reality, realizing he’d been caught, he visibly blushed. She giggled in spite of herself.
“I am so sorry,” he stammered. “It’s just that us guys don’t get to see that gorgeous so-called vintage style lingerie any more. I guess I got a little overwhelmed. Please forgive me,” he added, his head down in mock shame. She knew it was mock because even with his head down, his eyes stayed focused on the slip. She noticed that wasn’t the only change in his composure. There was a growing bulge in his trousers. She made a show of folding the slip and dropping it into the basket.
“I’ll forgive you, if you carry my basket up to my apartment and have a beer with me, so we can get acquainted. By the way, I’m Yaz, short for Yasmine!”
The possibilities of that statement raced through his mind and “yes” came out of his mouth before he knew it. “My name is Tim!”
“Thank you for your compliment, Tim! I have always liked the pretty lingerie of the old days myself. That slip was my mother’s. I remember her in a straight skirt with the kick pleat in the back that always showed lace. She told me back in the day, it was totally acceptable to flash some lace. Sort of letting the guys know how vulnerable they were.” She picked up her keys and wallet, while he picked up her basket. “Don’t you have anything down here?”
“Guilty again,” he answered. “I saw some of your lingerie last week when we were both down here and just wanted to see if you’d have more today.” He was again blushing.
“Oh my, you are really some kind of perv,” she teased, smiling as she said it. She led the way, adding a little extra sway to the hips as she walked and frequently looking over her shoulder and smiling as he tagged along behind, carrying the basket.
At the top of the short stairway, she turned left down the hall to her office apartment. She seductively looked over her shoulder at him trailing behind, a knowing smile on her lips. He smiled back. At the door of her apartment, she inserted the key and opened the door. She entered with him, clothes basket in hand close behind.
“Just put the basket down on the coffee table. Thank you for carrying that up for me. Now for the beer!” She left the room, to the kitchen, swaying her hips, knowing he was taking it all in.
He put the basket down, but he could not help himself. His hands felt the silky lingerie in the basket as thoroughly as he could without making a total mess of the folded slips and gowns.
She returned from the kitchen, with an exclamation. “Well, looks like there is only one beer left,” she lied. “Do you mind sharing?”
“Not at all!” he replied, already imagining what her kiss was like.
She twisted the cap off the long-neck, and offered it to him. “You first,” she taunted.
He took the beer and took a sip, cold and refreshing all the way down. Then he offered it back to her.
Instead of taking the bottle from him, her hand wrapped around his and she brought the hand and beer up to her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the opening, as she locked eyes with him. Slowly her tongue circled the rim, then she guided it between her lips. It had the effect she wanted. More of the neck of the bottle disappeared between her lips. He was stunned and very still as he watched. Slowly she withdrew the long-neck from between her lips until the rim was visible again, then repeated slowly guiding it back into her mouth.
When her lips were at the base of the neck of the bottle, she held his hand firmly and gave the beer one good shake. The beer did what she wanted. It foamed rapidly and filled her mouth, then overflowed between her lips, spilling down on her tank top covered breasts. Some even came out of her nose.
He was stunned and stock still, eyes wide from the act of fellatio just performed in front of him. She held his gaze and bent to him, slid her free hand around his neck and pulled him to her. The kiss was electric. As her tongue parted his lips, the beer in her mouth ran into his. He eagerly swallowed it. She broke the kiss, but never broke the gaze. He stood there transfixed.
She smiled and said, “Just setting the mood,” chuckling. In mock surprise, she looked down and saw the wet tank top. “Oh, guess I need to change this,” and without another word, crossed her arms and grabbed the tank top and pulled it over her head.
For just a couple of seconds, she was facing him bare-breasted. Her boobs were full with nice erect nipples. She shook them a little just as a tease. His eyes had that deer-in-the-headlights look.
She quickly bent down over the laundry basket and picked up a folded slip. Bringing it up to shoulder height, her fingers slid into the straps, and she let go, letting it unfold as it cascaded down.
It was an accordion pleat full slip, the kind that was very popular in the mid to late 50s and early 60s. Sheer accordion pleat lace made up the breast cups and left nothing to the imagination. White nylon tricot formed the body of the slip, tailored to the female form in two layers for extra modesty. The hem was six inches of accordion pleat lace that added an elegance to the slip, especially when that lace peeked out from under the skirt or dress of the wearer.
She raised her arms, lifting the slip over her head and slid it on. She helped the slip cascade down her naked torso to the cut-offs she was wearing. She turned away as she unzipped the shorts and pushed them down, the slip following down her body and sliding over her well-formed hips until it was fully on.
She took the beer from his hand and shook it, then sprayed him with it. “Now it’s your turn to get out of those wet clothes!” He hesitated. “Strip!” she demanded, and began unbuttoning his shirt for him.
He came out of his trance and took over unbuttoning the shirt. She, not one to stand idle, went for his belt buckle. Working with practiced ease, she had it unfastened and pulled his zipper down before he’d finished unbuttoning his shirt.
When she opened his pants to let them slide down to the floor, she got her first surprise. He had on white mid-thigh bloomers. The shiny material went down each thigh to three inches of pretty lace at the bottom of each leg. There was also a nice bulge growing as she watched it. She gave him a mocking smile. She couldn’t resist and softly grasped the nylon covered shaft and gently stroked it. He moaned.
“We can’t have these getting in the way of my slip you seem to like so much,” she commented and with a tug, down they went. Without being told to, he stepped out of the pile of clothes on the floor and put his hands on her hips. She took his face in her hands and kissed him, deeply, slowly, eyes open, gauging his every move.
At the same time, she felt his hand pull her to him, and she molded herself against him. She was not surprised to find his tool almost fully erect and she closed in, moving so the slip caressed him everywhere it touched him. She felt a small wet spot. “Good,” she thought, “I have him just where I want him.” She took a step away from him and twirled back against him, this time in spooning position.
She landed perfectly. His shaft was nestled into the cleavage of her ass, his face, over her right shoulder, buried in her silky hair. He didn’t notice as she settled in, her hand went to her crotch and rearranged herself for the big reveal. He kissed her neck as she nestled in against him, taking both his hands in hers and guiding them to the full orbs of flesh covered in the accordion pleats of the breast cups. She made his fingers toy with her nipples and pressed his hands into her breasts. He felt her nipples, like hard pencil erasers in his finger tips. He looked over her shoulder and down to her breasts as he kissed her neck. Her breasts were bare at the top, disappearing in the pretty accordion fold lace. Her fingers pressed his to squeeze harder. He did, and she hissed.
Her hips moved so that his cock got stroked as she continued to guide his hands. When she felt the wet spot of precum at the top of her ass, she started guiding his hands down.
The nylon felt good in his hands, warm from her body. He loved the guided tour she was giving his hands. Feeling the silky slip between them as he spooned against her, his hips now matched hers, making his cock slide in the cleavage of her ass, sheathed in that wonderful silky slip.
He thought of his mother’s slip, almost identical. How he’d “borrow” it when she wasn’t home, or even at night if it was in the laundry basket. He couldn’t believe this dream came true. His favorite slip with its owner helping him enjoy it.
Her hands continued sliding his down across her belly. “I wonder how he’s going to react when he feels it,” she thought. “If he doesn’t panic, I think I can get him to go all the way with me. After all, we are a similar size!” She would know in a moment.
Her hand guided his down across her nylon-covered belly and paused just before the slip took an unnatural rise. Then, ever so lightly, she guided his fingers down the bulge. At first he didn’t react, perhaps he didn’t notice. But then, her body gave her away and the nine-inch bulge twitched. His suddenly froze in mid-air, her hand atop it.
“What is this?” he asked, hand above but no longer touching the bulge. “If that is what I think it is, it’s not supposed to be there.”
“Honey, that is my dick!” she answered, matter-of-factly. “And it’s in the same state as yours, for exactly the same reason.”
“I, uh, er, don’t do that!” he said, very unsure of himself.
She assessed the situation. “He hasn’t bolted, which is a very good sign. He hasn’t even pulled back like I thought he would. I think he wants this. Yes, I’ll go for it,” she thought, pleasure building.
“Until this very moment you were ok with what we were doing,” she noted. “What’s wrong?”
“You are a guy! I’m not gay! I don’t do guys!”
“But I’m not! You have known me as fem for all but the last 30 seconds,” she answered in an even and cool tone. “We’ve both been enjoying this incredible slip between us. Why ruin that now?” She kept her hips moving so the slip continued to slide up and down his shaft.
Her logic made sense to him but he still had trouble with it. “I’ve never touched another guy.” His hand lowered, almost imperceptibly, but she noticed.
“Almost there,” she thought.
“Will you give me an honest answer?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered, somewhat breathless.
“Does what you are holding in your hand feel different than when you hold your own wrapped in a slip like this?”
“No!” he replied in a resigned tone. “No, it doesn’t!”
“Then what’s your problem, lover boy?” she asked in almost a mocking tone. Her hand closed over his as she pressed it down. He didn’t resist, as his fingers wrapped around the nylon-clad shaft! She relaxed and felt him relax too. He was hers. Slowly she began guiding his hand the full length of her cock, and began humping. This magnified the pleasure her hips were bringing to his cock, sandwiched into the cleavage of her ass. He buried his face in the hair on her neck, nuzzling and kissing. She arched back into it, reveling in the sensation. He’d just completely capitulated.
His hand formed to the cock and he began to stroke as if it was his own. She arched into his strokes, her hips beginning to pump more vigorously. His hand was light, just enough pressure to cause a teasing caress.
“You have a very good hand,” she whispered almost breathlessly.
“Thank you! The feel of you in this slip is really turning me on. Thank you for talking me into this.”
“Wow!” she thought. “That was fast! They usually don’t say thank you till we’re through!” Without loosening her grip, she turned to face him. At the same time, she lifted the slip and pulled back just a little. The effect was two swords crossed. She smiled as she saw his reaction to the initial contact.
Her hand holding his to her own cock reached out and pulled his into her grasp. Then she dropped the slip over both. He visibly shuddered as the nylon slid down over both cocks and her hand. She bent down and kissed him as her hand guided his in stroking both cocks together. He moaned deeply. She pushed him back slightly and both fell into the huge couch behind him, with her on top.
She molded to his naked body, her slip sliding between them, giving him goose bumps. His free hand went to her ass, caressing and feeling the luxurious nylon. She felt him start to tense. She had to be careful so he didn’t cum too soon. A little more. She wanted to cum with him. She let herself go when she realized she couldn’t stop his orgasm.
She watched with a bemused smile on her face as his eyes rolled back, his body arched into her and she felt a powerful pulsing as his cock emptied itself into her hand, coating both cocks and soaking the slip. Her own orgasm, somewhat milder, pulsed her own load into the mixture covering both dicks.
He was spent! But he wasn’t through! He nestled down a bit, sliding a strap off her shoulder, then kissing at first, then sucking her breast as if he were nursing from her. She loved it, and cradled his head in her arm as he sucked. Her hand that had just finished both of them came up from the mass of flesh, nylon and sperm in their crotches. It caressed his face and left their cum all over his cheek.
Then she whipped her hand all over her breast as he came up for air. He looked at her. She smiled, “It’s yours!” Then as she slid the cum-covered boob into his mouth, she added, “And mine, lover!” He was too far gone to care and eagerly licked both their sperm off her tit!
She nursed him her cum-covered tit for a few moments then noticed as he slowed down, and in a few minutes stopped. She looked down at him. He had fallen asleep!
