"Oh, I'm keen."

"You are?"

"Of course, Bry. Come on, you know that."

"Okay. That's good."

Bryan looked around again, wondering how much of this conversation was being overheard. Angela wasn't exactly the soul of discretion, and he had been caught many times by her blurting private information without any thought of embarrassment or consequences.

The bus stop was crowded with weekend shoppers, more relaxed than work commuters, but overladen with bags and parcels, chatting in various sized groups. He was happy to note that they seemed to have completely ignored the exchange so far.

As Bryan turned back to face Angela, he was again concerned, as he saw the telltale signs in her mischievous smile. "Ang, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"You know damn well like what!"

Angela grinned and said nothing. She and Bryan didn't have any bags with them. They had come into town for a relaxed coffee, the best kind of follow up to the hectic night they had spent at Angela's flat. Angela was dressed in a tank top that was just a little too tight, and showed off her breasts to the best advantage. A bare midriff separated the white top from a beige skirt, the kind that was tight around her small butt, and then loose and flappy around her legs. The skirt stopped above her slim knees. Bryan liked to walk behind her when she was dressed like this, just to see her legs flashing in and out of sight. There always seemed to be a chance the skirt would flip up high enough to catch sight of her panties, but it never happened.

Bryan was dressed in his normal sloppy fashion, loose jeans and a tee-shirt. His chest proudly displayed a web address that he found amusing. He was impervious to the idea that someone might be offended by www.gofuckyourself.com, but he was timid compared to Angela.

"Hey?" Angela said quietly, leaning closer, grinning again.

"Ah, yep?", cautiously.

"You want proof?"

"No!"

"Yes."

"Ang, I don't know what you are planning..."

"Planning's finished."

"Yeah, but..."

"Say yes."

"No."

"Oh, come on. You want to. You can't resist finding out now, anyway. Say yes. Y E S."

"Oh, fuck. Alright. Yes. But don't emb...."

"Oh, good."

"Look, you just..."

"Don't you trust me?"

"It's not about trusting... no, I don't."

"Here, hold my wallet."

"Why?"

"Need two hands of course."

"What for?"

"Hold it."

Bryan was reluctant and excited at the same time, and took the wallet as requested. Angela promptly stepped backward, out of her shoes, wriggled her bare toes on the concrete, looked around at the crowd, and reached down to lift the sides of her skirt, just enough to hook her thumbs around the sides of her dark blue knickers.

She locked her eyes on Bryan's face, obviously enjoying his discomfort, smiled again, and proceeded to wiggle her knickers down off her butt, letting the skirt fall slowly back into place as she slowly pulled them down off her thighs.

As her hands reached down lower than the level of the skirt, the blue became more obvious, and by the time she reached her knees, there was no doubt what she was doing, and the crowd were definitely watching. Pushing down past her knees she lifted her bare feet carelessly, and slipped them off her legs, one at a time.

Bryan stood in silence as she straightened up again, panties bundled up in one hand, a blob of blue escaping from her long fingers. The crowd had gone quiet too, watching to see what would happen next.

"Bryan, you want to know how keen?" Loudly now, for the crowd.

"How keen?" He'd given up.

"This keen", and she threw the dark blue bundle straight out into the busy traffic, where it was immediately caught by the wind, and blew across the windscreen of a new car, before falling to the road, and being run over repeatedly.

There was a pause then. Bryan stood completely still, and stared out at the errant cloth, shiny blue appearing every now and then. Angela spoke again, knowing that Bryan wasn't going to say anything.

"That keen enough for you?", with a return of the smile.

Before Bryan could answer, their bus pulled into the stop directly in front of them, and Angela climbed aboard, wiggling her ass at Bryan and the crowd before turning to find a seat.