Her panties were silky soft.
She'd worn them for a reason. Usually she wore a thong, or sometimes nothing at all under her skirts or slacks. Only a few times a month, she wore regular panties, and those were the days she didn't have much choice. But she hated the constriction of the panties, so never wore them otherwise. Until today.
In their conversations online, he'd asked her what kind of panties she had. "Thongs, mostly," she'd replied. "A few pairs of bikini briefs."
"What kind of material?" he'd asked.
"Almost all of them are cotton. I have a pair or two that are kind of satiny."
"Wear them when we meet."
"I don't like to wear them."
"I want you to. Please? I'd love to see you in just a pair of silky panties."
Reluctantly, she'd agreed. Which was why she was wearing the silky soft panties under her miniskirt as she drove to the coffee shop where they'd agreed to meet.
Before she parked, she drove by the coffee shop to make sure he was there. She immediately recognized him from the pictures he'd sent and the one time they'd cammed. He stood outside the shop, holding a single white rose. Smiling, she drove around the corner to the tiny parking lot, found a spot, and walked to the shop to meet her man.
He held the rose out to her. "I know you said you don't like flowers, but I had to bring something beautiful to such a beautiful woman."
She blushed and took the flower. "Thank you. I don't mind flowers, it's just that my cat loves to eat them. But I'll find a safe place for this one."
"Shall we have some coffee?" he asked. "Or would you like to just come to my place and fuck?"
She laughed. "Coffee would be good. I think I'll need caffeine to keep me going if we do everything we've talked about."
"Very true." He held the door open for her. "Here you are, my lady."
Inside the shop, they chatted while they sipped mochas. The slight nervousness she'd felt about their meeting disappeared. In person, he was just as charming as he'd been online, and she trusted him just as much.
When they'd been talking a while, he slid his chair around the table, close to her, and put his hand on her leg. "Did you wear what I asked?"
"Yes," she replied.
"I need to feel them for myself."
He slid his hand under her skirt. She held her breath. How could he do that in public? Anyone might see!