Maybe she could shed a few layers.

Samantha panted as she leaned against the wall of the alleyway. She felt like she was running a terrible fever, sweat fell down her face in fat droplets, her blouse being soaked with it. She didn't like it, but she had to do something about it. The brunette straightened up slightly and looked back and forth across the barren alleyway. Maybe she could shed a few layers, just for a minute or two. It's not like there was anyone to see her, and it's not like she'd be naked or anything.

With little hesitancy, brought on by the intensity of the heat emanating from her, Samantha began to unbutton her blouse. Soon, she had fully unbuttoned the garment, and she pulled the soaked fabric from her chest and shoulders, leaving her chest covered only by her bra. Once again, the mom looked back and forth, she hadn't done anything like this since her highschool years, and it was nerve racking even despite the dire situation.

Refocusing herself, Samatha unzipped her simple, pencil skirt and slipped it down past her knees. She stepped out of the skirt and kicked off her shoes. She was now just in her underwear and the pantyhose she wore above them. Samantha was still fanning herself desperately, but removing the clothing had helped some.

She bit her lip, suppressing a moan as another wave of heat hit her. Even the clothing she was wearing was way too hot for her. She whimpered, looking back and forth like a child who knows they're about to do something naughty. Could she really strip down in this alleyway?