Making A Panty Friend In My Building

I got home later than usual. I had been ignoring laundry until I was out of underwear. No, girls do not turn underwear inside out to get by another day. You go to Walmart or Target and buy a package of panties. But I didn't and had to do the laundry. I can't stand hand washing panties in the sink.

My building had the laundry in the basement. Two washers two dryers. I went down after nine, both washers and dryers were being used. The owner not there. I opened the dryer, pants and towels. I opened the other dryer, girl stuff. I picked through the load in the dryer and picked out a pair of panties that looked like they were for date night and went back upstairs to my apartment.

The next day I got dressed for work. At the corner a girl stood beside me. "Like my panties?"

I died. She said she wanted them back, she was in unit XX and to bring them by after work. Don't bother washing them, she wanted to wear them the next day.

When I went to her unit I took a set of very nice lingerie from an upscale store. She declined, told me to take off her panties, right there in her sitting room. And she got out of the ones she wore that day, and put the pair on I had just taken off. "Now my pussy feels good, these are my favorite panties".

I went to my unit with a bare butt under my dress. I sat on my couch wondering what to do. I got up and went to her unit to ask her what her name was.

She lifted my skirt, "OK, we can be friends but I don't steal panties".

We do our laundry on the same day, she uses one washer and I use the other one. We sit on the little bench and gossip. And fold panties together.