When I walked out of my apartment and stepped on the boxer shorts lying on my doormat, I fully expected them to belong to one of the many “just out of college” guys that this complex was overrun by.  So I was rather surprised when I saw her in the laundry room.  And, well, frankly, really pleasantly surprised when I took in her lack of clothing.  She was slightly bent across one of the washers trying to look behind it, I assumed for the boxers which I had in my hand.  I took note of the message printed across her bottom and a wicked thought popped into my head wondering if that was an invitation.  That thought brought a smirk to my face and an arch to my brow.  Clearing my throat to get her attention, I let the boxers dangle off the tip of my finger and said, “Looking for these?” 

The quickness with which she turned around, I was shocked she didn’t give herself whiplash. She had the cutest expression on her face to match what little she was wearing.  I couldn’t stop the little gasp that escaped my lips as I took in the thin, vintage t-shirt she had on and how it clung to her and made it plain to see that she was without a bra.  Since it seemed like she was having speech problems, I decided to continue my survey of her now that I was finally close enough to do so.  Oh yeah, the occupants of this place may be like “passing ships in the night,” but I had seen her. 

It had only been a little over two weeks since I’d moved in but I had the pleasure of seeing her on several occasions and had been dying to meet her ever since that first glimpse.  These past two weeks as I’d gone over possible scenarios of us meeting and what our conversation would entail, I hadn’t imagined myself being as naturally flirty as I was feeling right now.  I think the sight of her in those adorable boyshorts is what did it.  Of the times that I’d seen her before, I couldn’t remember seeing her in anything other than fitted dress shirts, well-tailored pants and a killer pair of heels.  With the exception of one time I caught sight of her on her way out the building.  She was again wearing another pair of killer heels, but this time they were matched up with this dress that was wrapped around her body like, well like how I wished to be. 

Back to the present though, as her breasts and nipples were hidden amongst the lettering on her shirt, I let my gaze wander ever lower down her body.  When I reached her legs and took in the definition in her thighs and imagined them wrapped tightly around my waist, her toned calves pressing into me, I could feel the warmth between my legs increase a hundred fold.  In an attempt to clear my head of the dirty thoughts and rein in my hormones, I shook my head and gave a slight laugh at myself at having let my ponderings get carried away so quickly.  I noticed her gulping, looking like she was trying to figure out what to say.  Without a thought in my head other than “I have to hear her voice,” and an inexplicable need to get closer to her, I walked over to her.  As I did so, I chuckled to myself as I smiled at her and said, “Well just as Prince Charming was looking for the owner of the glass slipper, I’m looking for the owner of these boxer shorts.  So shall I slip them on you, see if we have a perfect fit?”