Samantha was caught up in getting ready for him. It wasn't her first time selling her panties, but it was the first time she would meet up with a customer and it was like going on a first date. She was beyond excited. And nervous. But also she felt like a teenager again. Her first choice was her sexy mini-dress. To accent her tiny waist. But decided against it. Then she tried this white blouse with a super low cut, to show off her perky little boobs. No, too much. She bit her lip, she could feel herself getting moist in the panties she would be selling to him. It was like falling in love with a feeling, feeling lust for a person who doesn't exist. Sure they had texted here and there to arrange the meet up. It was getting flirty, but she still didn't know who was going to sit across from her. She finally selected a cute and flowy red summer dress, about an inch above her knees, still showing off her gorgeous legs. She glanced at the time and she was running a bit behind: ''Shit! I am going to be late'' Samantha quickly got off the panties she was wearing, threw them in a cute box with a bow, girly just like her, and threw on a thong. Out of the door, she went, texting her ''prince charming'' what she is wearing.
It was a hot Spring day and once she reached the coffee shop she was burning up, but on time. Barely. She was fanning herself and waited for her turn to order. Once she reached the till someone behind her spoke up in a deep voice that sounded like warm cinnamon on Autumn's day: ''We are together.'' Samantha turned around and she was faced with a guy slightly taller than her, his eyes deep blue and his skin slightly sun-kissed with deep smile lines. He flashed her a smile and she covered her face with the fan, hoping he didn't see her blush. Once she snapped out of it, she giggled and ordered an ice matcha latte with oat milk and he got himself a black coffee.

While waiting for their drinks she snapped her fan revealing her freckled covered face and extended her hand for a handshake: ''Samantha, so nice to finally meet you!'' He took her hand like a gentleman and jokingly pretended to kiss it: "Joan, pleasure is all mine.'' She giggled once more. Their drinks were ready and once they found a seat, Samantha got straight to business. And slid a neatly wrapped gift box across the table. She got it wrapped last night, so all she had to do was tie a bow today. ''That's such a cute gift wrap, can't wait to tear it open.'' He grinned. And the words tear it open hang in the air. She swallowed and imagined him tearing into her dress. He noticed her shift in his seat and felt a little twitch below the belt. She was gorgeous, he wasn't lying, he couldn't wait to breathe in her scent. See what color panties she had chosen if she followed his instructions to the T. ''Right, I have a little something for you too.'' He pulled out a white envelope from his breast pocket and slid it across the table. Their hands slightly touched as she picked it up. Her skin was so smooth and an image of her naked body snapped into his mind. It was like it was just two of them in this moment. But she snapped him back to reality, retracting her hand. She didn't even open the envelope, just shoved it in her bag. She was too embarrassed to count the money in the open like that. It felt rude.
When she looked into his eyes, she was just struck by how tired he looked. Still good, but like the world's weight was on his shoulders and she couldn't help, but feel bad for the bloke. I guess that's what comes with being married, having kids, and living a double life. Buying panties from girls like her. And the feeling wasn't pleasant. She felt like she wasn't special. Just another girl to use for his fantasies. But all their texts before the meeting made her think otherwise. She wasn't stupid. She knew there were other girls who he chatted to, and bought panties from. And even slept with some. And yet she let her believe she was special, somehow, some way. She excused herself to the bathroom, cuz she could feel the tears building up, sitting in her throat like a rock that she knew she couldn't swallow or ignore much longer.
Joan grew worried, was it something he said? No way, the vibes were good and... Maybe it was his looks? He wasn't in his 20ies. He knew that. But this has never been a problem before. And to be honest she seemed to be into him. Just before the touch. Did the business side of the deal offend her? He bit his lower lip: ''Well fuck.'' He swore under his breath and immediately got his phone out to text her.

Her phone pinged. It was him.

Him: I hope it wasn't anything I did or said?
Her: No, don't be silly, I just. I dunno, I felt special when I talked to you and it just dawned on me that I am not. Stupid, I know.
Him: You are special. And if you weren't so focused on the business side of it, I could show you how special you truly are to me. ;)
Her: Really? How? ;)
Him: Well, I have had a semi since I saw that gorgeous behind of yours. You are a perfect peach.

She didn't reply, but she didn't feel like crying anymore either. She was quite turned on. She imagined her unlocking the bathroom door and texting him to join her. Then him sliding his hand up her thigh. She felt a pool forming between her legs and she pressed her tights together. She wanted him to touch her so bad.

He was sweating balls, she was about to slip thru his grasp. And she was too hot, young and tight, to slip thru. He had to seal the deal. But what to do? What to do? His mind was racing, his car wasn't far, but what if she unlocks the door and he is not there for a chance of a lifetime. But if he would be able to quickly sneak off to his car, he could do smth about the growing boner in his trousers. Fuck! What to do? God, if only he could just have the taste from the sweet nectar of hers. Panties are good and all, but nothing beats the source. The more he dwelled on the thought of her sweet pussy, he grew increasingly hornier, therefore more impatient.

Her phone pinged again. It was another text from him.

Look, we both know how much I am dying to taste you, every inch of you. But ultimately you are in charge. If you decide to unlock the bathroom door and let me in, I am at your mercy. If at any point you tell me to stop I will no questions asked. If you want me to leave I will. But I would hate for us to meet up, have all this chemistry and just walk away from it. I know you feel it too.

He was right. She did feel it. Her panties were soaked! But she had never done it with someone so much older than her. And this was supposed to be just a business deal. Somewhere deep down she had to admit her that she would be giving it up for a coffee and somehow that didn't right with her. If he would be willing to pay for her pussy, she would do it in a heartbeat. But she was not ready to admit that to herself or let alone to anyone else. Def not to him! She already didn't think so highly of herself, she would die before she would admit her pussy is for sale. So she swallowed hard and made up her mind. She slid of her soaked panties, her heart ponding in her chest as she unlocked the bathroom door.

He could sense her behind him, she slid her soft hands on his hard shoulders and slid something in his breast pocket. She leaned in and her hot breath sent tingles down his spine: ''These are on the house.'' And left without looking back, she wanted to ride his dick into the sunset, but she had ego that was not ready for that. And he was left with her panties in his breast pocket and smile on his face knowing it was far too windy to go pantie-less in such a windy weather.