The Neighbor

I ran my laundry items down the hall and started my first load of
delicate wash. Wanting to be somewhat discrete about what I was washing, I
threw several white dress shirts in with my soft ivory and pink items.
Pulling up a chair, I read a Cosmopolitan as I waited for my laundry to
finish. Just as the machine finished, the door opened to the laundry room
and I was no longer alone. My Melissa stepped in and asked if I would be
finished with the machine. I was delighted to oblige and quickly unloaded
my clothing from the machine, but in an embarrassing stumble dropped
several pairs of the French cut satin panties to the floor. Fearing the
worse, I started to stutter an explanation. With a soft pleasant smile,
she stooped to pick up my panties, held them up and said they were
absolutely stunning. Turning several shades of crimson red, I couldn't
think of anything else to say. My mouth felt like cotton and the only
thing that came across my mind was to slither out of there as soon as
possible. We threw the last several items in the dryer and Melissa
reminded me to set the dryer on the coolest setting possible. With a
stroke of luck, I heard my phone ringing, so excusing myself, with the
feeling of deep relief, I bolted from the laundry room and down the hall to
my apartment.

My heart was pounding and I was furious with myself for being so
stupid. I was positive she thought I was some sort of weirdo. She knew I
wasn't married and lived alone. " What would any guy want with panties", I
kept asking myself. I tried thinking of any kind of scenario that would
seem normal, but panic stricken, I was unable to think of anything. I
guess I would just have to forget ever having any chance with my beautiful
sexxy neighbor. Then I suddenly remembered that I still had to remove my
stuff from the dryer when it was done. Now I really felt lost trying to
think of something to say to Melissa if she was still in the laundry room.
I waited as long as possible and finally decided to just go face the music.
Even though, the laundry room door was about 30 feet from my door, the walk
seemed much further. I strained to hear if any of the machines were
running and could hear the dryer running. Opening the door, I found a
surprise that reassured me that Melissa may have a different opinion of me.