The Elevator First Floor

Created Jul-05-2021 10:33:28pm

Rose Sayer,  a middle-aged woman with curly red hair wearing a white t-shirt, jeans, and flats, entered the elevator.  She was followed immediately by Scott Ortega a college student who was wearing a purple v-neck t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.

The pair knew each other as neighbors, but not very well.  They put forced smiles on their faces while waiting for the elevator to take them to their floors.  That is when Cardonali did his work.

The doors opened for Scott's floor.  He took a step towards the door and then hesitated.  He came to a decision and turned around.  He stood in the doorway so the doors wouldn't close.

"Ms.Sayer I'm glad I ran into you.  There has been a problem."

"What is it dear?"

"There was a mix-up in the laundry room."

"There has?"

"Yeah, you took my underwear by mistake."

"I took your underwear?"

"That is what I think.  I know you didn't mean to, you must have gotten distracted, Made a little boo boo, and left with my underwear."

This was a ludicrous idea, but due to Cardonali's influence, Rose didn't think this idea was too far-fetched.  It seemed to her possible just like her taking someone else's cell phone. It didn't happen often but something like that could happen.

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure."

"Then you have my lingerie?"

"Yeah."

"I don't think I could have made such a mistake though.  I'm pretty careful about my clothes."

"There is only one way to make sure.  Let's go to your house and see whose underwear you have."

"OK, let's do that."

Scott re-entered the elevator. They ascended to Ms. Sayer's floor.  He followed her off the elevator to her apartment.  Ms. Sayer opened the front door and the two went straight for her bedroom.  Looking in her lingerie drawer (it was the bottom drawer in the set) much to her horror she saw underwear that was not her own.

Scott saw the bras and panties in a myriad of fabrics and colors and announce, "Yeah, those are mine."

Rose was horrified at her mistake.  She indeed had Scott's underwear in her drawer.  It seemed as obvious as the nose on her face.

"I'm so embarrassed," Rose admitted.

"It's OK.  It could've happened to anyone," Scott soothed.

"I don't know how I could have made such a mistake.  I don't think this has ever happened to me before."  Rose put her face in her hand.  She couldn't bear to look at Scott."

"Don't worry about it.  There is really no harm done."

"You're so forgiving.  I don't know what I am going to do to make this up to you."

"I don't want anything...except my underwear back," Scott smiled at Rose.

"Sure thing.  I'll get a bag so you can take it with you."

Scott waited while Rose fetched a large black trash bag.

Scott took every bra and pantie that was in Rose's drawer.  He knew they were all his.  Rose had the same belief.

"I think you also have my hosiery."

Rose showed Scott where she kept her socks and tights and once again it was obvious that they all belonged to Scott.  Scott continued to fill the bag.

"You have my stuff?" Rose asked.

"Yeah.  Come with me and I'll get it for you."

Returning to his own apartment, Scott dumped all of his lingerie on his bed and retrieved Rose's briefs, boxers, jockstraps, and undershirts from his drawer.  He threw them into the trash bag along with all his socks.

"I'll make this up to you," Rose told Scott as he escorted her out of his apartment.  "I promise.  I'm so embarrassed.  I don't know what I was thinking."

"You don't have to," Scott was very kind and understood.  He didn't want to add to Ms. Sayer's distress.

"You're so nice!"

Scott closed the door and returned to his room.  It would take a while to fold and stow his underwear back into his drawer.  There were scores of panties and almost as many bras that had to be stored away.

While he was folding the panties, Scott realized that he must be still wearing a pair of Ms. Sayer's boxers.  He should remove them and put on a fresh pair of panties.  He put on a pair of satiny purple skamps.  He remembered purchasing every pantie and bra he owned.  he even had a good idea where he bought them.

While holding the soiled boxers in his hand, he wondered if he should return them to Ms. Sayer.  Scott decided he had embarrassed her enough today.  He would keep them and return them if she asked.  If not, he would wait a couple of weeks then throw them out.