The man asks if she'd take off the skirt before the bus arrives

"I bet you've got a great ass," the man enthused.

Eying the bus again Bria saw it stop at a set of lights, and mentally shrugged. She had time, she reasoned, as she turned, wiggling her taut rear towards the man and his cell. He moaned in pleasure, making her smile.

"God I'd love to see it. Can you take off the skirt?"

Bria hesitated, but he looked so pathetically eager and the bus was so far away that she reasoned it couldn't hurt; she'd still have her bikini on and there were a lot less guys around here to ogle her than there would be on the beach.

Smiling at him like he'd made her day she slowly dropped her hands down her body, giving her tits a squeeze as she gave him a smoldering glance. Wiggling her hips like a belly dancer she slowly slipped the tight skirt down her butt, pausing mid-way.

"Oh God, don't stop. Please, more!" the man urged, and Bria fought the laugh that rose within her. Men were just too easy, she thought, then simply dropped the skirt to her feet, lifting her legs out of it with high stepping motions before standing with her feet spread to either side of the puddle of fabric.

The cell phone clicked as she bent with locked knees to pick up the skirt, looking through her legs at him and winking before straightening up just as the bus arrived.