With all the traffic whizzing by she could just do it at the curb

The anger at Darryl had its usual effect, and as they'd texted it had hidden the underlying heat of passion that he somehow always stirred in her. She'd never heard girls saying good things about him, just that he had a giant cock he didn't know how to use. To her that cock was the best of the dozens she'd accommodated in her time. That he used it like a club and bashed it in and out without the slightest regard for the girl beneath him had always turned her on and brought her crashing to orgasm every time.

Remembering those times had her feeling warm down below and more daring than usual. Sure there were lots of pedestrians around, and the cars were whizzing by, but that just meant that no one in the cars could see what one lone person was doing. And no one on the other side of the street could see past them. As for the pedestrians, if she was sitting at the edge of the curb they couldn't see her front. She'd just have to be stealthy about it.

Task one was to find a clean curb. She didn't have a lot of clothes and no girl liked to sit on dead bugs or gum. Finding a likely spot she brushed it off with a kleenex from her purse, straightening abruptly when a hand fleetingly grabbed hold.

"Pervert," she muttered, unable to tell which of the guys had done it.

Task two was of course to sit, which she did in a ladylike fashion, legs demurely clasped together, butt on the very edge of the curb.

Task three: lower the panties surreptitiously. Bria glanced around casually as she used a finger to push the thong from her waist and down her hips. She altered position to do the same on the other side, looking around to make sure that no one came too close.

Her slight twisting had a few guys ogling her butt or cleavage, but she was too engrossed in inching down the thong's sides to notice. She had to inch up her skirt a few times so she could push down on it to lower the panties beneath, but soon she could feel them dangling away from her pussylips.

Task four: remove panties, or at least away from her pussy so she could really show Darryl 'legs spread'. "It'll kill him to be so far away from these lips," she muttered. The daring thought made her tingle with arousal and she vowed to take them all the way off. Not for Darryl but because it was such a naughty thing that no modest girl would do in public.

With an excited expression that in itself caused a few uncomfortable male crotches she let her hand drift to her thighs. She'd have to do this quickly, at least initially, then make sure no one saw the panties themselves until they were at her feet, safely out of sight of the pedestrians.