Sitting on the bus.

As I sat there on the bus, I made a girl drop her gum into her cleavage.

Mid-chew, the wadded piece of gum falling out of her mouth, slipping between her shirt-covered jugs.

"Oh shit!"

She stuck a finger down her neckline to dig it out, hoping nobody saw that. A stifled pair of snickers tittered beside me.

"Did you see that?"

"Yeah, that chick just spat her own gum into her boobies!"

I looked at the two boys, and nodded. They gave me creased looks, as if I was an uninvited party guest. Then their eyes widened.

"Holy shit, man, I'm--I'm pissing my pants!"

"Crap, so am I! Fuck!"

They drew some unwanted attention to themselves at the outburst, their light-yellow urine dripping into puddles along the aisle, leaving their pant legs soaked. As an older lady clutched her purse protectively against the window, I focused my attention once more on gum girl.

She had retrieved the gum, now disposing of it with a tissue. I descended onto the innocent scene with some more of my spicing.

Lick your fingers.

Once she was done with the tissue, she stuck out her hand in front of her mouth, fingers erect, and began licking them one by one, as if collecting the last crumbs of chicken breading from their lengths.

Ensure they're sufficiently wet with your saliva.

After an extra minute of this, her tongue withdrew back into her mouth, finished up with both hands. I concentrated once again.

Now slather up your boobs.

Like clockwork, bringing her hands down to the upper swells of her chest, she began rubbing her wet fingers across the top exposed flesh, applying the saliva-drenched digits onto her breasts like they were clay. She carressed, massaged, and kneaded the fluids onto her cleavage and across the skin along her top's neckline, slapping some loose saliva against herself. When she was done, the result was a shiny set of titties, covered as they were in her mouth's natural secretion, still forming rivers and overflow down the slope of her breasts and damping the edges of her top.

She cast a look down, staring at her newly soaked breasts for what seemed like minutes until finally, she casually looked back up and caught the attention of a motherly woman sitting a seat away from her.

"Hi, sorry to bother you," the co-ed's inquiry so began, "but do you happen to have a sharpie or marker on you?"

"Yes, I have a sharpie," the woman divulged, somewhat warily. "Do you need it?"

"Actually, I was wondering if you could write 'SLUT' in big, BIG lettering across my chest." She straightened her back, gesturing at her boobs. "Here. See?"

The woman smiled in understanding. "Ah. Sure, let me pull it out."

As she dug through her purse, I made her silently cum. No physiological reaction, not even a twitch. However, white ooze immediately spurted out of her pussy, which was now pantie-less underneath her conservative, mildly pleated knee-length skirt. Nobody was aware of this but me.

"Oh." Beaming, the woman waggled her hand. "Found it!"

The two ladies scooted towards each other. Then, the older woman began pressing the tip of the sharpie against the girl's skin, a little east of the armpit, at the threshold of where her boob's jiggle swell began. One big 'S' in black was sketched out across her wet flesh a second later, and on towards the sternum the motherly woman went for the 'L'.

I folded my arms in contentment as the bus reached its next stop.