[F] I didn’t realize my sheer nightgown was see-through…

I swear I didn't do it on purpose.

I wasn't trying to flash anyone. I just hadn't done laundry, I was tired, and honestly, I forgot how thin the nightgown is.

Anyway, I had just had a long bath, shaved, lotioned up, and poured a glass of wine. I didn't even put on panties, just the gown. It was one of those vintage silky things…ivory, floaty, with little lace cap sleeves and a slit up the side. I think I bought it like ten years ago, and although it's kind of slutty, it's also super comfortable, and it's not like I was expecting company…I was planning on a lazy scroll-and-sip evening on the couch.

Then I remembered the laundry.

Fucking laundry, man. Why is life so boring lol

I live in an apartment block with one shared laundry room in the basement. Normally I wait until the morning, but I was down to my last clean bra, and the bag was already at the door from earlier.

Without thinking, I grabbed it, slipped on some sliders, and headed downstairs, the basket in one hand, the glass of wine in the other. The stairwell is concrete, the kind that makes every step echo, and I padded down, yawning, buzzing the door open with my hip.

That's when I saw him.

The new guy from the floor above me. Mid-twenties, big noise-cancelling headphones resting around his neck. He looked up from his phone as I entered and his face turned quickly from polite acknowledgement to fear.

I looked down.

Fuck.

In the harsh overhead lights of the laundry room, the gown was almost completely transparent. Not just a bit thin; fucking see-through. My nipples, my stomach, the line of my pussy on full display. Even my thighs looked obscene, the lace trim flirting with my lips, barely covering them.

"Shit," I muttered, hugging the basket higher up. "Sorry. I didn't know anyone was down here."

He blinked, looking away as he'd been caught, clearing his throat and laughing politely. "Oh, uh, no worries! It's a communal area, right?"

He was trying not to look. Really trying. But his eyes kept flicking down before darting back to a spot somewhere above my head. Nervous guys kinda make me fucking horny, so I knew I had to get out off there quickly.

"I'll come back later–"

"No!" His voice cracked a bit. "It's fine. I mean. I've only got a few minutes left."

I looked at his machine and it was true; the display was counting down the last seven minutes of the cycle.

Seven minutes.

That's all I had to last.

"Okay. Thanks."

I walked past him, basket against my stomach. My legs were bare, my thighs rubbing together, the lace trim barely covering my ass. I could feel him looking, and without any invitation or control on my part, my nipples hardened with excitement, making them even more pronounced and obvious through the fabric.

Fuck. it was happening already.

"I'm really sorry," I said, bending a little to place my basket on the floor. The slit rode up, revealing the curve of my ass. If he was a little lower, he would have seen my pussy, too. "I thought this place would be empty at this time."

He coughed. "Yeah. I'm just a bit of a night owl, I guess."

"Me too," I said, as if I wasn't obviously and completely naked, my tits stretching against the fabric and my freshly moisturized slit visible inches from him. "I'm Sarah, by the way."

"Tom," he said. His voice was soft. "You're…from downstairs?"

"Yeah. 3B. Been here a few years."

He nodded. Then added, "I've seen you around. Nice to meet you."

"You too," I smiled.

We stood in silence for a second. The hum of the machines, the distant tick of pipes.

I knelt by the basket and began to sort through my clothes, my head now the same height as the bulge in his sweatpants. I tried not to look at it. Tried not to think about what it would be like to get fucked on a washing machine like they do in movies.

To focus my mind, I began pulling things out, one by one. Shorts, skirts, tights, my little collection of low-cut tank tops. Then came the underwear, thin and small and slutty. One of the pairs was still slick with cum and I made sure I put it on top of the pile, my whole body starting to hum with the pleasure of male attention.

I was getting wet now.

Fuck.

Why am I like this? I asked myself as I allowed my movements to dislodge one of the straps of the nightgown and fall from my shoulder, pushing my tits together as I worked, knowing he had a perfect downblouse view of me, knowing he was wondering what it would feel like to fuck my big soft tits.

I didn't dare look at him.

I kept my eyes on the clothes, reaching in again. The motion made the gown shift even further, the top of my areola becoming visible, the nightgown clinging to my nipple. I could feel the silk catching between my thighs, too, and the friction was unbearable. It was like every movement reminded me how slippery I was becoming.

He hadn't moved either. Just stood there.

I shifted slightly on my knees, trying to relieve the pressure building between my legs, but the gown moved with me. It clung harder, sucked in between my cheeks. I picked up a lace bra, one of those balcony styles with delicate embroidery, and laid it softly on the pile.

I glanced sideways, just for a second, and the fabric of his joggers was tented now, unmistakable, helpless. I wanted to pull down his sweatpants and take him in my mouth immediately, but I turned back to the laundry instead. My pussy had soaked through the inside of the gown, and I had no idea if the patch was visible. I didn't want to check.

I stood up. Too quickly. My breasts bounced gently in the gown. The remaining strap slipped. I stood there for a second, the gown half off, the edge of one nipple visible through the sheer fabric. My thighs were trembling.

I wanted to get fucked.

I needed to get fucked.

I looked him in the eyes, my thick body even more visible than when I walked in, this poor unsuspecting guy now confronted by a huge soft ass, titties that were spilling over the fabric, and a smooth moisturized pussy that was dripping for his cock.

I looked at his machine.

Three minutes left.

"Could you pass me the detergent?"

[As always, I will continue if people want to hear the rest of what happened!]