At first it does

One last look after a series of other 'last looks' and Bria's fingers darted between her thighs, grabbed hold of the crotch of her miniscule panties and jerked them down. They got stuck at the back and for one terrible second she was caught with her hands between her legs in public. She quickly lifted her butt, gave one more yank and the floss she called underwear popped out from under her skirt.

With her face warm Bria hesitated to look around, waiting instead for someone to yell, point and call her a slut. When it didn't happen she let out a breath of relief, and looked at her lap, blinking as she realized her fingers were damp. Had the curb been wet? she wondered.

Task Five: get the panties to the ground. Well okay, that might have been part of the previous steps, but getting the thong out of her butt crack had thwarted that and usurped task four. Now she had her thong in plain view, hidden only by the hand that was draped over it.

"Hey babe, need a hand?" a voice asked, startling her. Had her hand slipped, revealing the panties near her knees?