Day dawdling.

"The... fuck?"

A college aged man stepped to the side to let two boys with soaked pants wobble out of the bus. Behind them was a loud parade of people surrounding a woman trying and failing to climb off the steps.

That would have been enough for the day, were it not for the young woman's top apparently being nowhere in sight, and her revealed chest plastered with a big, brazen 'SLUUT' from sea to fleshy sea across her otherwise cleanly skin.

Maybe this was a hallucination induced by low blood sugar levels. A few blinks should do it...

Nope, still topless. Still bare. Still waiting for the camera crew. TMZ? Punk'd? Who paid?

The brownish-haired chick's big breasts flopped side to side.

"Come on, just a little more!" groaned the voice of a blonde, looking barely past the age of majority.

"I need calcium, you know!" A brunette woman with sleep-deprived eyes smacked her breast and grasped its flesh hungrily. A big, stocky man, decked in sunglasses, accosted her other side. "I, like, need that shit! Doctor wants me going out more, get some sun! Told me that milk should be in my diet more!"

"Bitch," spat the aforementioned bespectacled gentleman, "let me at 'em, let me at those fat, fat tits, one slurp!"

Okay. That tongue show was completely unnecessary.

Finally, the woman spoke, face breaking into a pretty smile, white and pearly and bafflingly apologetic. "I-I'm sorry, everyone, I have to go... but if you want you can keep updated on me and these milky titties by following me online -- I might just start my own milk line."

As she offered her Instagram account and other social media to her peculiarly breast milk-fixated obsessed fans, the man found himself unable to even shake his head at the incredulity of it all.

"Tug on your penis."

A voice suddenly found its way to the spectator's ear, but he didn't mind. Shit. Tug on his penis? That was a fucking ace idea. Pants unzipped, he let them drop to the floor. Didn't need to tell him twice. He'd been pent up all day. Janice didn't give him the time at all this past week, busy as she was with lab work and her dance courses.

"Show me a picture of this Janice."

Shit. Another great idea. Made sense, too. His girl was worth checking out.

A minute later, he was scrolling through his gallery, showing off his hot, slim, auburn haired girlfriend to the guy.

"She's hot."

Damn right.

Actually, cute was more like it. Her lovingly tight ass attached as they were to two thin legs was her best feature. Made nice contrast to her skinny figure. She just looked even better in pictures -- for better or for worse.

"How long?"

He pumped his dick. The bus kicked up and pulled away. Now he'd have to wait a half hour for the next transit. Damn. "4 months," the young man did the math. "We met during a night out at the movies. Forgot what it was. Think--"

"Video call her."

Next second was the sound of digitized ringing as the stranger guy stood by, and he jerked himself off, smack in the middle of the sidewalk. He smiled courteously to a woman who returned the gesture before walking around them. He thought he caught the dude smacking her ass with a suddenly comically enlarged hand, but that would be gibberish. Especially considering how the skirted woman looked back, smiled, playfully rubbed her slapped ass cheek in a circle with her own hand in another return gesture, before continuing on to wherever sharply dressed ladies like her went off to at this hour. Probably the lawn.

Everybody went to the lawn on their break. Sharp dressed lady or otherwise.

...where was he again?

Oh, right.

Plus, people's hands don't grow three times their size. This is real life, not... Loony Tunes.

Utter gibberish.

"Pete?" A brunette, presumably on a couch, showed up on the screen.

"Hey babe! Whatcha doin'?"

"I was..." She paused, frowning. "...just about to ask you if you wanted to check something for me. Do you mind?"

Pete shrugged. "No." His acquaintance came up behind him, placing his hand over Pete's dick pumping hand and helping him stroke himself faster as he cast his gaze over his shoulder to the video on his phone. Neither Pete nor his partner in conversation felt like mentioning his presence. "Not at all."

"Good. Just give me one sec.."

Setting her phone down on some lower surface, the girl then turned so her back was to the camera, and got up on the couch, knees sinking into the plush. With one swift motion, she grabbed the waistline of her comfy black tights, tugged them out with slight difficulty over her surprisingly round cheeks, and pulled them down.

"I wanted to know if you can see a mole here, anywhere?" she asked, bending so her butt basically filled out near-margins of the camera feed. It was adorned in a string of cloth that was a sorry excuse of a pantie, a lacy pink thing that rode up her crack and just barely covered her vagina in a triangular mouth, which was news to Pete, because he knew that she never really liked, let alone owned, racy garments. Thought they weren't practical.

Pete and his new friend leaned forward. "Nope. Don't see any mole, there."

Janice, her face and lower back now completely out of sight, clasped her butt cheeks with two hands, and stretched them apart. "Sure? How about here? You know, in the inside of my ass cheeks?" She pulled twice, as if making a puckering lip gesture with her butt.

"You see anything, man?" The guy at his side shook his head, affirming Pete's suspicions. "Sorry, Janice."

Also, his dick was so hard and wet with all of that post-pre-cum slathering across his hand pistoned shaft. He was probably going to cum.

Slap!

"Well alright." Janice, her tights now fully returned over her bottom, retrieved the phone as she plopped back onto the couch. "Thanks for the help. Thought there'd be something there somewhere, but maybe I'm just trippin'."

"Eumph. Maybe. Umph."

"You alright Pete?" Janice looked concerned, for once.

"Yeah. Just getting help jacking off in public with--ooohhoo yeah, ooh, fuck, ooh, fuck fuuck--with this guy over here!!"

"That one, looking over your shoulder?"

"Yeah, him. UNF!"

"In public?"

"Y-yes!" Hitch. "On Jackal and Seventh! By the bus stop!"

After a nod, Janice piped, "Ooohhh. Shit. Is this because you and I haven't been fucking?"

Faster and faster the pumps trucked on. "Yes! Yes! Oohhpfh. Yes, I've been wanting to fuck your tight ass for so long now, Janice. We haven't even made out since Frank's party."

Janice slapped her forehead. "Darn it. Man I'm a stupid-ass BITCH. I'm a piss-whore, a broken cumdumpster on legs. How could I let this happen to you?" Shaking her head, she set her gaze upon the camera, and, in turn, to her masturbating boyfriend. "I'll come over to AU and ride your dick. Your dorm mate won't mind, will he?"

He was about to cum. He was about to cum on the pavement!

"Nah, nah, h-he wouldn't mind if you fucked my dick, no."

"Good." Waving, Janice leaned forward for an air-peck. "I guess I'll see you and your naked cock soon, then, where my tight, hot dancer butt will be ready for you. Bye."

"La-OOOOH-later Janice!"

Call ended.

"Fuck fuck fufuuuck I'm cumming!"

SPURT SPURT.

SPUUURT.