Like I said, I'm not a writer. and these are just thoughts...

How did I get here? I'm in the bathroom at a cheap laundramat bagging some guy to fuck me. I mean I'm not gay, well, at least I wasn't...

Tuesday night and as usual I'm at the laundramat. I washed a few loads and when I moved them to the dryer, someone left something in the dryer. I reached in and pulled out a red lacey pair of panties. as I looked a them and then around, I was alone and the panties were kinda sexy. I laid them on one of the washers and loaded the dryer and turned it on.

After a few minutes, someone else came in. usually I have the place to myself, but I waved and said hi. He returned my gesture and went about putting his clothes in a washer.

Later as he was moving his stuff to a dryer, he noticed the panties.

"hey bro, you left something on the washer."

"oh those aren't mine." I replied.

"yeah, they belong to someone who isn't here. right next to your basket." he grinned

I should describe my new laundry friend. He was about 6'2" talk, 240 pounds and very fit. compared to my 5'8" 150 pounds... oh and he was blac. I had seen him around bfore, but never here.

 Then he held them up as he looked at me, "nice taste. Maybe a little slutty. Bet you look good in them."

"Still not mine"

"Then why not toss 'em instead of folding them neatly by your basket."

We went back and forth for a while, he was not giving up. Finally to end it, "hey, right... okay they are mine."

He fired back with a huge smile, "Prove it... put them on."