Hello all,

Who likes to do the laundry?

I hate doing the laundry. But I know it's something that needs to be done, and since I live alone, and I don't want to pay someone to do it for me, I have to do this vexing task myself.

But while I hate doing the laundry, I like *going* to the laundry room. Here's why:

I live in a high-rise residential tower, which contains about 275 apartments. I lived here for over 25 years. During this time, I must have gone to the laundry room, a large one with about 20 washers and a dozen dryers, and do my laundry hundreds of times. The laundry room was recently closed for a make-over with new floor tiles, paint job, plumbing, and of course new washers and dryers.

It reopened two weeks ago and I used it for the first time, last Sunday evening. As I opened the door of a front loading washer (which all the washers are now front loading supposedly because they clean better and use less energy than top loading ones) to put my stuff in, I found a beige bra inside. It seems a tenant had overlooked it.

And it is because of finding such "treasures" or "bonuses" is why I like going to the laundry room. And doing the laundry becomes less vexing.

FULL DISCLOSURE: I have a huge "thing" for women's clothing, which includes underwear and especially hosiery. Over the decades, I must have bought over 1,000 pairs of women's hosiery, mostly pantyhose, or "tights" as they're known across the pond, though I also bought many pairs of "American tights" (Danskin is my favorite brand). I've also bought a much smaller number of panties, bras, and lingerie such as slips, shape wear, camisoles and teddies.

Added to this collection of store-bought "goodies," are the many pairs of pantyhose, panties and bras I've "retrieved" or "recovered" in the laundry room. Over the years, I must have retrieved close to or over one hundred (100) such garments. Mind you, I never retrieved these garments by digging into a dryer or washer that contains a full load of someone's laundry. That would be stealing.

Instead, as I wait for my wash, and if I'm alone, I'd look into unused washers and dryers for "overlooked" garments. Sometimes an overlooked garment is pinned on the bulletin, ready for my inspection and possible retrieval. Then there are times when I got "lucky" and found such garments in the washer or dryer I used.

I usually look for bras, panties and pantyhose. I "hit the jackpot" when I found a "cache" of six pairs of pantyhose in a hosiery or lingerie bag. And speaking of pantyhose, I once found a pair of "dirty" black opaque ones on the floor. A tenant probably dropped it when she (or possibly he) was putting her laundry into the top loading washer. After I shook off the dust, I had this overwhelming urge to bring the feet to my nose. I was rewarded with a very strong smell of feet. I was in heaven. When I put my nose into the crotch, I smelled pussy, ass and a subtle hint of perfume. (It seems the owner of this pantyhose did not wear panties under her pantyhose--just like me. )

I could hardly wait to go home, as I quickly put my laundry into two machines and popped in the quarters. When I got home, I put the feet to my nose again and I actually trembled from the aroma of feet. When I put my nose in the crotch, the pussy, ass and perfume aromas intoxicated me and compelled me to put my dick--now "diamond cutter hard" and copiously dripping precum--inside the crotch, put the feet on my nose and whack off. Within a few blissful moments, I did not merely come--I had an orgasm! I spurted such a huge load of cum, I left the crotch thoroughly soaked, and temporarily replaced the aromas in the crotch with the chlorinated scent of semen. I almost passed out. When I recovered, I realized my wash had finished their cycles. I rush downstairs, just in time to stop a tenant from removing my wash.

That pair of "dirty" black opaque pantyhose was, and still is, the best and most favored "overlooked garment" I ever found. To preserve its aromas, I had put it inside two plastic bags, and then inside the freezer. Since all good things must come to an end, when I no longer smelled feet a few months after, I put it into "circulation" by regularly wearing it.

Anyhow, when I retrieve overlooked or "leftover" garments, I not only add them to my collection, I also wear them. And since I wear size 6 or 7 panties, if I find extra-large panties, I'd pinned it on the bulletin board. And if I find pantyhose that are too small or large, or whose crotch is too worn or covered with menstrual stains (which also happens to panties), onto the bulletin board they go. Oh, lest I forget, that beige bra I found last Sunday, was a size 34B, too small for me. I pinned it on the bulletin board, though I now wished I kept it only because it was good quality and would have been a nice addition to my collection of "leftovers."

I recall a most peculiar thing that happened to me as I was doing my laundry many years ago. I was sitting to wait for the dryer to finish, when a guy, who I didn't recognize, came in carrying a pillow case full of laundry. I glanced at him fumble with the pillow case as he put his laundry inside the washer. When I went to check on the dryer, he left. When I returned to the chair, I saw something on the floor near the guy's washer and picked it up. It was two pairs of panties. Both were encrusted with a substance on the crotch. It looked like and smelled of dried semen. I put one pair into the washer, and one pair into my pocket.

I never saw this guy again.

And then there was this woman who I'd often encounter when I used to do my laundry on Sunday mornings. I knew her by sight, and she was rather attractive, though older than I was. She would wash, with other stuff, her underwear, mostly panties and bras. (She also washed her socks but no pantyhose.) And she always washed a big load of underwear; maybe she only washed them once or twice per month. I noticed that her bras and panties were quality stuff, and how pretty they looked. (And as much as I would have liked to see how they fitted her, I would have also liked to see how they fitted me. ) I enjoyed watching her carefully fold each garment on the table, make piles of them, and put the piles into her cart. I think she noticed my relish, as she seemed to have made a show of it. When she finished, she would say, "all done," and give a sly smile as she wheeled her cart filled with folded laundry pass me. I loved it.

So, who likes to do the laundry? I hate doing it, but I like *going* to the laundry room because I might "get lucky" and find overlooked or leftover women's garments.

BTW, does anyone else get as "lucky" doing their laundry as I do?

Thanks for reading.

R.D.