LovelyLadyLicker
Shy Deviant
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- Dec 6, 2021
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Before I started drying my clothes in the sun, I’d take them to a local laundromat. Every time, 1 pair of panties would be missing from my load, but they were always the dingy, falling apart pair that had braved so many hiking journeys and trips to the gym. If it had been a nice pair, I’d have been furious about the expense. But since they were 3 washes away from going in the trash, I’d feel a complex cocktail of disturbed, amused, and flattered. But that is only if the thief didn’t have the gonads to approach me. Unfortunately, people were quite bold in that neighborhood, so once I was able to put a face to the culprit, all of those feelings would morph into pure horror.
Nowadays, I dry my clothes on my balcony. I’m on the 3rd floor, so there’s no chance of anyone stealing them. But I do think it’s hot to know there are dozens of people longingly staring at my colorful collection of panties twirling in the wind. My property manager even admitted to peeping over at my balcony one day as he was prepping the apartment next to me for a tenant. He claimed he was nervous about the plant pots being too close to the drain, but the way he kept apologizing for looking over here in the first place clued me into the fact he was certainly searching for my intimates.
Nowadays, I dry my clothes on my balcony. I’m on the 3rd floor, so there’s no chance of anyone stealing them. But I do think it’s hot to know there are dozens of people longingly staring at my colorful collection of panties twirling in the wind. My property manager even admitted to peeping over at my balcony one day as he was prepping the apartment next to me for a tenant. He claimed he was nervous about the plant pots being too close to the drain, but the way he kept apologizing for looking over here in the first place clued me into the fact he was certainly searching for my intimates.