I live in a basement apartment. The laundry room is right across the hall from my front door. I always check to see if the room is free and can see all the tenants through my peephole when they come into the room. A new guy moved into the building on the third floor. I heard through the grapevine that his name is Anthony. He's in his late 20's and has a buff body. I sometimes see him coming into the building after his daily run. He usually wears running shorts and tank top. You don't know how many times that I wanted to invite him in for his shower. Walking up three flights of stairs could be over taxing on him. The mail boxes are also in the laundry room and a few times we met getting our mail. We just passed normal pleasantries, then he would bound up the stairs and I would go into my apartment and fantasize about him.
Late one evening I decided to do my laundry. I put all the clothes in the machine and when I came back into the apartment, I decided to wash the sweat pants that I was wearing. I took them off and wrapped a robe about me and added them to my wash. I came back in, took off the robe and started to watch TV until the wash was done. All I was wearing was a pair of skimpy bikini briefs. A few minutes later there was a knock at my door. When I looked through the peephole, I saw Anthony. I opened the door a crack and stood behind it. When I asked what he wanted, he said that he needed quarters for the machine. I said that I'd get some and walked away from the door. I had taken a few steps when I realized that Anthony had come into the apartment. He was wearing my favorite outfit; running shorts and tank top. I caught myself staring, then made some lame excuse about my attire, he said not to worry about in and and added that in fact when he did his housework, he usually didn't wear any clothes.
I walked into the bedroom to get the quarters. I was about to reach for my robe when I felt Anthony's hands go around my waist. He said that I shouldn't hide my ass-ets. I felt his hard-on press against my butt through his flimsy running shorts. We lost our balance and fell on the bed. In no time we were both naked and pressing against one another. His chest was against my back and his dick found its way into my ass crack. I laid on my stomach and as Anthony nibbled on my ear, he grabbed the lube off my headboard, greased his cock and guided it into my chute. He rode me slowly, at first, and then picked up speed and fucked me hard. He grunted into my ear that he wanted to do this ever since he moved into the building. When he first moved in, I had said that whenever he needed a cup of cooking oil or sugar to feel free to borrow some from me. Ant pulled out of me and flipped me on my back. He swiftly lifted my legs into the air, rested them on his shoulders and plowed in once again, to the hilt this time. He fucked like a man possessed. I bucked off the mattress to meet his downward jabs. After a mighty thrust, he groaned and filled my ass with his cum. There was so much jism, that it oozed out on the sides of his still-stiff prong unto the sheets.
After we composed ourselves, he jumped up and pulled his shorts back on. I was slipping into my robe while he was putting on his top when there was another knock at the door. This time it was the old lady from down the hall who chided me for forgetting about my laundry and holding her up. I apologized and said that it wouldn't happen again; at least not until Anthony ran our of quarters again. I didn't say that out loud but turned to Anthony and winked as he walked out my front door and up the stairs to get his laundry.