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By *eclanH OP Man
over a year ago
Liphook |
He saw her most days; their schedules overlapped.
When he returned from his night shift, she left for work. Some days, as the elevator opened on his floor, she’d be there waiting. They always shared a smile but never spoke more than a polite hello.
She dressed smart: pencil skirt, ironed shirt, stockings, practical shoes, and librarian glasses. Occasionally, she’d wear a dress (she liked playful, bright-coloured frocks) and on Fridays, she sported tight-fitting jeans.
Her name was Natalie, and he often fantasised about her when he masturbated.
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On Sunday, he did his laundry in the building’s basement. To pass the time, he checked Facebook on his phone while making idle conversation with Harold — a life-long tenant with a sailor’s disposition, and the only other early bird doing washing.
To his surprise, Natalie descended the stairs into the laundromat, struggling to carry two baskets. He’d never seen her here before. Their brief encounters were strictly a weekday affair.
“Here, let me help,” he said, taking a basket from her.
She was barefoot and wore a t-shirt and denim hotpants.
“Thanks. My mum’s machine broke,” she explained.
“Your mum still does your washing?”
She smiled. “Yeah. Jealous?”
“Not at all. I love spending my Sundays here with Harold,” he said. “Isn’t that right, Harold?”
The old man, being hard of hearing, didn’t acknowledge.
Natalie’s smile transformed into a delightful grin. Without makeup, he noticed her freckles for the first time. *Why does she cover that up?* he wondered.
While Natalie sorted her laundry, he couldn’t resist spying on her. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples protruded, pointedly visible under her shirt.
She caught him staring and looked down at her breasts. “Sorry,” she said, looking somewhat mischievous and not at all self-conscious.
“No,” he said. “I shouldn’t stare. But I… I like it.”
Natalie’s eyes brightened. “Really?” She watched Harold, who was reading a book, and then she stepped up to him. “What if I *like* that you like it?”
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