The meeting

You spent the remainder of the day running various errands and engaging in some passing flights of fancy. You believe you had the supplies needed for the night, and as you take inventory in your satchel, your eyes pass over Jenna's underwear. You smirk, excited to see how this was going to play out. The sun was almost set, and after confirming the time on your phone, you set off to the coffee shop.

At 8:59, you round the corner to the shop. Standing there is the barista from earlier, now dressed in a white blouse tucked into a tight black skirt, accentuating her delicious figure. Devilish thoughts cross your mind as you murmur, smiling, "oh no..."

You cast an invisibility spell over yourself, and steal up behind her. She glances at her phone, and you see the numbers change to 9:00. Right on cue, you become visible. "Glad you came." you say, causing her to gasp and whirl around.

"Um, ha ha, yeah well you do have something of mine." she replied with a nervous smile.

You smile back, "You mean these?" you ask, pulling her panties out of your bag and dangle them from a finger.

"I think I'll hold onto them for a bit. I need them for something... special."

With that, you slide them back into your bag, and look back into her eyes. She raises and eyebrow at you before continuing, "Alright, I guess. So, earlier, with the groping and the panties... how? How did you do that?"

"Well magic of course." you state, matter-of-factly.

" Ha ha, come on, seriously. How'd you do it?"

You looked at her quizzically, "Do I not seem magical?"

She laughed, responding, "C'mon, magic's not real."

Despite her cavalier attitude, you can detect a little doubt in her confidence. She's sure there's no magic, but she can't explain earlier today. You decide to test her belief. Without a word, you meet her eyes and raise your left hand. You lazily flip a few fingers skyward, and her skirt hikes up her legs, exposing the white lingerie she has on beneath.

She gasps and tries to push her skirt back down, but she can't quite wrangle it under control. It's like it wants to stay up. As she fights to push her wayward skirt down, you begin to make subtle stroking motions with your right hand, causing Jenna's knees to buckle slightly, eliciting a quiet groan from her lips.

She glances around, afraid she was exposing herself to passersby. Looking at you pleadingly, invisible fingers stroking her intimates, she stutters "A-Alright, mmm, I get it. Just, mnnn, just hold on a second."

You continue for a moment, until with a final gesture, her skirt pulls itself back down, and a final invisible finger traces up her slit.

She brushes her skirt off, composing herself. She looks at you, bewildered yet smiling.

"Who are you?"