Caught by My Neighbor

I wake up to the sound of the doorbell on a weekend morning. I open the door to find a beautiful girl of Indian descent standing in front of me, remember seeing her the previous day, struggling with boxes as I headed to work.

“Hello, it’s you! We met yesterday when you helped me with those boxes. I'm Nisha Patil, and I just moved into the apartment next to you. I came to ask you for a little help.”

“Hi, Nisha. I’m Ero. How can I help you today?”

She smiles warmly at me.

“Well, Ero, I hate to bother you so soon after meeting, but I seem to have a small problem with my internet connection. The apartment manager said they’d send someone over, but who knows when that will be?”

She bites her lower lip slightly, looking a bit frustrated.

“I really need it for work stuff. Do you think, maybe if you’re not too busy, you could take a look? I promise I won’t keep you long. And I’ll make it up to you somehow!”

Her cheeks flush faintly as she realizes how that might sound.

“Sure, I don’t know a lot about internet connections, but I can give it a try if you like.”

“Oh, thank you so much, Ero! You’re a lifesaver!”

She claps her hands together excitedly, stepping back to let me enter.

“Come on in; it’s just through here.”

As she leads the way into her apartment, I notice several unpacked boxes scattered about. The space has a fresh, clean smell, clearly still new. She guides me to a small desk where a laptop sits open, the Wi-Fi icon flashing ominously.

“So, um, like I said, it’s been acting up all morning. It keeps disconnecting randomly.”

She runs a hand through her hair, looking a bit sheepish.

“I’m not very tech-savvy, I’m afraid. But hey, at least the coffee maker works!”

I wade through the boxes and begin fiddling with the router and modem.

“Can I get you something to drink?” she asks.

“Sure,” I reply.

Nisha leaves to get the drinks, and I notice she has the router plugged into the phone jack instead of the Ethernet connection, so I fix it for her. Immediately, the lights start coming back on.

Then, I notice an open box next to the router. A flash of shiny color catches my eye. I open the box, and it is full of panties. I gasp. She has everything—satin, sheer, cotton, and silk. Thongs, boyshorts, cheekies, and briefs—all in every color of the spectrum.

I can’t help myself as I pick up a pair of liquidy satin full-bottom briefs with ruffled trim. The satin glides across my fingers as I hold the panties open with both hands.

Just then, Nisha returns with two glasses of water, stopping short when she sees me holding an intimate article of clothing. Her eyes widen, and a deep blush spreads across her face and down her neck.

“E-Ero! What are you doing?!”

She sets the glasses down with a clatter, mortified embarrassment warring with indignation on her features.

“Those are private!”

Nisha rushes over and snatches the satin panties from my grasp, hastily shoving them back into the box and slamming the lid shut. She turns to face me, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her cheeks still flaming.

“How dare you go snooping through my personal belongings without permission! That’s a huge invasion of privacy!”

Her voice rises with each word until she's nearly shouting, her dark eyes flashing with anger and humiliation.

I freeze, having been caught obviously, holding a pair of this very attractive stranger's panties. I turn beet red and stammer-

“N-Nisha, I am so sorry. I don’t know what got into me. They were there, open, and…”

My breath begins to hitch.

“They are just so… sexy. I never should have touched them. I’m so sorry, Nisha. Y-your internet works though…”

Nisha takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm herself. She looks away, unable to meet my gaze as a single tear rolls down her flushed cheek.

“I… I can’t believe you would do something like that, Ero. Especially after I trusted you enough to come in and help me.”

She wraps her arms around herself, suddenly feeling **** and exposed.

“Those are deeply personal items. Going through someone's underwear is not okay, no matter what the circumstances. It's a serious breach of boundaries.”

Nisha swipes at her tear with the back of her hand, sniffing softly.

“I appreciate you fixing my internet, truly. But that doesn’t excuse your inappropriate behavior.”

She finally looks at me, her dark eyes shimmering with hurt and betrayal.

“How am I supposed to feel safe having you in my home now?”

“I-I don’t know, Nisha. I know I’ve screwed up here… but I promise, I’m safe. I want you to feel safe… How can I make this right between us? I’ll accept whatever consequence or punishment you think is fair. Please, Nisha. Please let me make this right. I’m so sorry…”

She looks at me intently, searching my face for sincerity. After a long moment, she sighs heavily, some of the tension leaving her shoulders.

“I… I suppose there are a few things you could do to start making amends.”

She begins ticking off points on her fingers.

“First, you need to respect my privacy completely from now on. No more snooping or invading my personal spaces, understood? Second, I think some sort of consequence or punishment would be appropriate. Something that embarrasses you and violates your privacy so you can express how truly sorry you are.”

To be continued in chapter 2...