Do My Laundry, Don't Get Caught!

Let me set the scene. This happened a few summers ago. I live in a multi floor apartment building with shared laundry rooms (a few floors to one room). My laundry room is a floor up by stairs or elevator. I HATE doing laundry--like despise it, so I typically put it off for weeks, and when I do have to do it--make a night of it. The only way to entice myself to get it done is reward myself with some... playtime afterward. I am constantly rubbing and playing with my curvy body, and my finger is always found rubbing my little clit so to get actual chores done, I have to try my hardest to not get too wet and desperate, but reward myself with masturbation at the end.

It was around 11 at night and I am comfortable with my body, and this particular summer night it was bloody hot and this building has no AC. So I wandered up to the laundry room, hauling all my dirty clothes, in a tiny white barely there crop top (with no bra of course), and tight black booty shorts. the laundry room does'nt have a door for some reason, but it's tucked at the end of the hall in a little nook away from people's suites. 

I started loading the washer with my first load of clothes and noticed that everytime I bent over my size F titties would fall out, essentially leaving me topless. My nipples brushed against the cold machine and i accidentally let out a tiny moan from how horny and wet I was getting. This made me extremely turned on, along with the fact that if anyone rounded the corner, they would see me and my naughty self acting like a little desperate slut!. They would get quite an eyeful. my little shirt was already slutty, being way too small and see through for my breasts, with no room for imagination as you could see my hard dark pink nipples protruding through the thin fabric.

I walked back downstairs feeling wetter than ever at my little fantasy, and spent the next 40 minutes pulling and flicking and sucking on my own nipples back in my suite while I waited. I wanted to rub my clit so bad, but i held out. I had to get the laundry done!! 

I went back up to put the rest of my laundry in the wash and switch the first load to the dryer. The dryer had about 10 minutes left to go, so I took my wet clothes out, replaced them with the dirty clothes in the washer, and went to pour in the detergent. Now classic me, distracted, horny, and just clumsy, spilled about a cap of laundry soap all over that tiny white shirt. I panicked bc i didn't know if it was bad for skin and ripped off the shirt and threw in the wash. 

I was now standing in the room topless. I couldn't go upstairs, and I couldnt take out a dirty shirt (had soap on it already) or put on a wet clean shirt... I was essentially forced to wait out the now 8 minutes left on the dryer. 

I turned away from the door, embarassed and just trying to cover myself but then I realized how wet I was getting from the situation. I let my hands drop and wander up to my overworked nipples and pinching and flicking them once more. little moans and breaths kept getting louder. I had now 7 minutes to go and all I wanted to do was cum right here and there. I started rubbing up and down my slit over top of my shorts and holding my mouth quiet to not make a peep. 6 minutes. I moved to inside my shorts where I had no panties, just my soft mound with swollen wet lips. My finger went back and forth over that clit until I was getting closer and closer and was right on the edge when I heard a suite door open.

It was a room not far from the laundry room and I froze. my pussy was pounding at this point and I had 4 minutes to go. The person was locking their door, so I was relieved and knew they wouldnt be coming this way. I started rubbing again. My breathing got faster a nd louder and then I heard FOOTSTEPS!

The person WAS coming this way and I was beginning to panic but also so incredibly close to cumming and even more turned on of the idea of someone catching a curvy little topless whore with her fingers pushed against her pussy and nipples being prodded and pinched--that there was no way I could stop it. The person stopped JUST before the room--to use the GARBAGE shoot that was around 3 feet before laundry. the moment I heard the chute door slam and the person turn and walk away, I went over the edge and came harder than i had in a while. 

I stood there in bliss for a moment with my body on display and a growing wet spot in my shorts from my magnificent orgasm! The dryer beeped and I put on a shirt and made my way down to my suite with a nice warm shirt stretched across my swollen nipples and the pride and embarrassment of wet little shorts! 

Now laundry day is forever a reminder of when I found one of my favourite kinks, exhibitionism (and a little humiliation!) Thanks for reading!