Sarah had moved into the apartment next door to me at the beginning of summer. I noticed right away that she was attractive and had hoped to meet her some time over the next three months. However, our schedules must have been nearly opposite of each other because I very rarely saw her and when I did it seemed like one of us was usually coming and the other one was going so we'd never really had a chance to talk.
Then one day I went down in the basement to switch my laundry from the washer to the dryer and she was down there with a laundry basket about to take hers out of the dryer. She turned out to be really friendly but we ended up having one of those conversations that neither person was expecting to have. The kind of conversation that starts out with both people babbling and accidentally interrupting each other, then eventually becomes awkwardly silent, finally it ends with both people saying how nice it was to meet you and "I hope we can talk again soon."
Right after that Sarah bent over grabbed her basket of laundry and walked out the door. I had to stare at her for a moment. She was obviously dressed in her comfy clothes, preparing for a day of rest and relaxation but regardless her ass was ridiculous even in those black and blue leggings. As soon as she left, I put four quarters in the slots threw my clothes in the dryer, slammed the coin lever in and headed upstairs. The whole time I was thinking about how much sexier she was than I had originally thought and how killer those curves were when she bent over. She had a fairly small waist but nice hips that lead down to a very full booty. It was hard to tell what her breasts looked like because she was wearing a baggy shirt but the rest of her body seemed proportionate so I guessed they would probably be just fine.
I tried to keep myself busy for the next forty-five minutes while the load was finishing up but every once in awhile my mind would wander back to her and I'd find myself wondering about what kind of perfume she wore that had smelled so good or what those long nicely trimmed nails would feel like if she ran them down my back. After time had elapsed, I went back down and grabbed my clothes. It was the last load for the day and once it was folded I'd be able to just relax.
There were a bunch of shirts, a couple of pairs of boxers, and a half dozen pairs of socks but right about the time I was halfway done I looked in and there was a pair of panties starring right back at me. At first I was excited but also a bit confused. My first impulse was to go over to her place, knock on the door and give them back to her. However, that would be really awkward and what if on some odd chance they weren't her's? Then I'd end up looking like some kind of pervert.
However, it didn't stop there. The next week when I did laundry it was a pair of blue and white polka dot boy briefs. The week after that a red thong. Last week it was a pair of black granny panties. Then finally, Superman panties. As time went on it seemed like less and less of a coincidence, while it also seemed to make less and less sense to go ask her about them. I couldn't imagine walking up to her door with five pairs of underwear and acting like I'd just now realized that they weren't mine.
I pulled the Superman pair out of the basket and held them up in front of my face. They were sexy for sure and just like the previous four times I couldn't resist pressing them against my nose and just like before, they didn't disappoint. It wasn't a strong smell but it couldn't be mistaken, that sweet fragrance that only comes from a certain kind of flower. I turned the panties around and buried my nose in the giant "S". A different smell stronger and somewhat bitter but every bit as pleasant. I was about to get up and head to the bathroom when I was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door.
I had no idea who it was but it didn't seem like they could have any worse timing. I looked through the little peep hole.
"Damn!"
It was Sarah. She was just standing there innocently running her hands through her hair. I opened the door just far enough for it to catch on the chain.
"Hey, can I help you?"
Her hands dropped down to her side and she suddenly appeared very confident.
"I think you have something of mine." She said. "Can I come in?"
I felt very awkward. I had a pile of her panties that I had been hoarding in my apartment and I was holding onto a pair as I looked out at her with half a boner poking through my pants.
