My Embarrassing Story

My name is Leila. I'm afraid of earthquakes since childhood. Back in 1990, when I lived in Tehran, one night I was alone and getting ready for bed. Suddenly I felt an earthquake. I was so terrified that I ran for the door as fast as I could without thinking. I made it to the stairs, and then the earthquake stopped.

It was then that I realized the door had closed behind me, and I was wearing nothing but underwear!

The earthquake wasn't even powerful where I was, its center was far away, and the others had hardly felt it. But since I had some kind of phobia since my childhood, I overreacted. I was the only person in the apartment who had ran out.

I just stood there for few minutes, while I was almost paralyzed - physically and mentally. It took me some time to gather my thoughts and search for a solution. What could I do in such a situation?

The neighbor was a young man. He lived alone. But the problem was his perverted behavior. He had constantly tried to peek from the windows, so I had to keep the curtains shut all the time. But now he was my best option. The other residents were couples with children. Some of them were religious and could have called the police if I went to their doors like that (don't forget that I lived in an Islamic country back then).

So, I just went to his door, and rang the bell. As soon as he opened the door his eyes almost quadrupled in size and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

I explained the situation. During my explanation, his eyes looked everywhere except my face.

I asked if he could lend me something to wear. His smile got more sinister. He said he had washed everything and there was absolutely nothing he could give me. That was obviously a lie. I even suggested that a bed sheet or a towel would suffice, but his answer was the same. He had "washed everything"!

I really wanted to yell at him for being a pervert and taking advantage of the situation at that moment, but that could have alerted everyone. Being seen by one pervert was better than being seen by the whole residents of the apartment, and gaining a reputation for being naked in public.

So, I gave up and asked him for a toolbox in order to open my door. Luckily, he hadn't washed the toolbox!

I thanked him and said I can handle it from there. But he insisted on "helping", and by "helping", he meant standing there and staring at me with a sinister smile.

Once again, I hardly stopped myself from yelling at him.

I got to work. I only knew the generals about opening a door without a key. I had never done it, especially under such harsh circumstances. Whenever I turned my back, he stared at my ass. Whenever I faced him, he stared at my boobs. The fact that my underwear was black and somewhat tight, while my skin was white and the parts he was interested in were big, made it all worse.

I tried for an hour, but I couldn't do it. Finally, his eyes grew tired of staring at me, and he actually helped me to open the door. It turned out that opening the door was easy and he knew how to do it all the time. He just needed to stare at me for an hour.

The next day I told the story to my girlfriend (I'm a lesbian). She laughed and said that I needed that lesson to learn how to control myself, and I should be thankful that all he did was staring.

The only good thing about the whole story was the fact that after it, I barely saw any point in keeping the curtains shut. When he had seen me like that in my underwear, seeing me in my everyday clothes must have got boring. He wasn't interested in peeking anymore, and I didn't care if he watched me or not either.

Remember, if you caught someone in such a situation, showing a little interest is okay. For example, if he was completely indifferent towards my nudity, I would have lost my confidence. But don't take it too far. It gets creepy, and the person dislikes you. Be polite and help that person, and maybe you can get something more than a view!