Manhandling PantiesLast Sunday you probably saw the Super Bowl ad for Mennen Speed Stick deodorant. The scene takes place in the laundramat and the guy tires of waiting for the woman whose clothes are in the dryer to retrieve them. He decides to remove her clothes from the dryer and first pulls out a pair of yellow panties. She arrives to catch him in the act and asks what he's doing. He says he is planning to fold her clothes and procedes to fold the panties he's holding after she startled him and he dropped them on the floor. You could see there were more pairs of yellow panties waiting in the dryer. She tells him he's sweet but he blows it by saying he would fold her panties any time, which appears to offend her. I don't think they were actually her panties in real life because they looked so small, like little girl size. But I liked the yellow color. Yellow panties have been rare in my experience.
This ad brought back memories of me being in a similar situation where I decided to empty a woman's clothes from the dryer. I used to live in a 7-unit apartment with one washer and one dryer. One of my neighbors was a nice young female special education teacher. Often she would leave her clothes in the dryer for long periods of time before she came to get them. Meanwhile, I would wait for the dryer. I had no intention of getting angry with her because she was such a charming young lady, but I wanted to use the dryer in a reasonable amount of time.
I decided to speed things up by taking her clothes out. I spread her panties, slacks, skirts, blouses, bras, slips, etc neatly on a large table. Ordinarily each load contained six pairs of panties. They were all the same--size six navy blue hipsters with dainty lace trim around the waistbands and had cotton lined gussets.
After spreading her clothes out, the first order of business was to separate her socks, which clung tenaciously to her panties from static cling. Next I spread out her panties and set about folding them. I first folded the gussets to the waistbands and then the right edge of the front panel half way over to the left and vice versa, folding the left edge to the right edge.This left neat little 'panty squares,' which I stacked next to her clothes. The nylon felt so sensous, I wanted to steal a pair to treasure, but how could I steal such a nice woman's panties? I was sure she needed a clean pair for work each day, so the moral thing was to not steal them.
I never stopped to think I might get caught like the guy in the laundramat, but I never did. All these years later though, I got to thinking that maybe she actually knew I emptied her clothes from the dryer and folded her panties, but she didn't say anything because it saved her time. I hope she appreciated having her panties folded into neat little squares. I think doing this gave her a tidy panty drawer.