Slut for a Stranger
I am such a slut. That's the first idea buzzing through my head when I sit at the back of the bus and casually unbutton my shirt, one button per stop. There's no reaction on the first stop. I start getting tingly and breathing a little heavily at the second one. Third one...makes it possible for any man walking by to stare down my shirt and my cleavage. That's when the stares and lingering glimpses start. I can just feel a blush creeping up my cheeks, but I pretend to be staring out the...