Panty Fetish

But to his amazement, "heavenlysmell" replied, "OK. But you have to follow my directions. And trust me."
Three days after the conversation, Adam was sitting in a crowded coffee joint (that was two hours away from his home, in the neighboring city) in the middle of the day. He was a bit suspicious, but mostly just excited. He wore inconspicuous clothes, the ones he told "heavenlysmell" about, and was looking at every guy who walked into the bar, hoping that would be him.
He was attracting eyes like he always used to. He knew that and was quite used to it. Ironically, he was handsome enough to get a lot of pussy if he wished, but he could never find a woman who could understand the pervy demon that lived inside his clean cut body.
It was already half-past three, half an hour after the decided upon a time when he decided that "heavenlysmell" won't show up. He stood up to leave when a young lady slammed a coffee cup in front of him. He looked at the girl and gave a passing look at the coffee, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.