Let's share some stories about Little M.

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It happened in 2017, in the summer in Shanghai...
I was just a junior employee at a startup, living in Chuansha, which Shanghai residents probably know is quite far. Every day I had to take the 991 or 911 bus to work, I can't remember exactly, it was a very long bus route, and that's where things started... Starting
a business was tough back then, working at an IT company. It was a Friday afternoon, I think I was doing some credit card testing for the company, so I left work a little early. Usually I worked until 10 pm, but that day I left work normally, unsurprisingly during rush hour. Anyway, it was crowded, and there were no seats. I was used to it, so I just stood there, holding onto the handrail with my laptop bag slung across my shoulder, swaying back and forth. About two stops later, I noticed a girl who had been on the bus for a long time, so I assumed she must have gotten on around the same time as me... At first, I didn't pay attention; it was so crowded, I couldn't notice a complete stranger. I noticed her when she moved from near the door to next to me; she had a faint scent of perfume. Later I asked her, but I can't remember her name. That day, she was dressed fairly normally—a t-shirt, shorts, and a backpack, a typical student look. She looked fine for the first few stops, but then it got crowded, and everyone was packed together, making it difficult to even turn around. I noticed her because she was later pushed to my side, and we were physically in contact. I turned to look at her; she was staring out the window and didn't notice my gaze. But, to be honest, having a young girl pressed so close to your arm still stirred up some fantasies. The transition from physical contact to a fleeting thought only took a few seconds. Let's call her Little M, the initials of her name. She was wearing a loose t-shirt and had reached out to the handrail beside me to steady herself, so her chest was pressed against my arm. Honestly, although this scene... I'd seen it in porn and imagined it, but when it actually happened, I was still a little nervous. I guess I was all talk and no action; I didn't dare move. But on the bus, with all the swaying, physical contact was inevitable. Eventually, my entire arm was almost completely wrapped around her cleavage. I wondered if she was doing it on purpose, so I thought I'd be a little bolder and see her reaction. It turned out that being bolder really does lead to something. I carefully and subtly touched her breasts with my arm, and when the bus swayed more, I tried to rub her nipples. From the physical contact, I felt like she wasn't wearing a bra, but strangely, I didn't feel her nipples erect. Don't tell me that a woman's nipples are erect when she's not aroused. I couldn't feel anything; it was a completely smooth surface. At the time, I just found it strange because if she was wearing a bra, her breasts were already pressed against my arm. Even the thinnest bra would have some sensation. We walked slowly, swaying gently. Later, she said she actually felt it when I started making small movements, but she didn't say anything. I was still very careful then, pretending it was normal physical contact, but every inch of her skin felt very stimulating to my arm. She kept looking outside. Actually, I was waiting for a signal, for her to know what I was doing. I waited, and when the car went through the river tunnel, the light dimmed a bit. She suddenly glanced at me. In the car, I saw her eyes... I figured there was no danger because I saw the corner of her mouth curve slightly, then she quickly turned her head, her body still pressed tightly against mine. I knew something might happen, so I tentatively made my movements a little more obvious. Suddenly, she whispered to me, "Sorry, it's a bit crowded..." Holy crap, I remembered that line because it was the first thing she ever said to me. I didn't say anything, just politely returned her a smile. We walked like this for about two or three stops until we reached Jinqiao. Many more people got on, and we were even closer. Maybe I used all my courage, but I squeezed out some space in front of me and naturally pulled her from behind, so she was now in front of me, facing me, like I was hugging her, except I was holding onto the handrail and she was holding onto me. I smelled the fragrance of her hair, but she didn't say anything. I guess people would think we were a couple. She seemed a little nervous, but very compliant. She knew my intentions and didn't resist. Her eyes were on me, and I could see excitement in them. She didn't try to break free from my grasp; instead, she pressed her body even closer. Her breasts pressed against my side. I could clearly feel that it wasn't just the swaying of the car causing her body to contort. She was rubbing her breasts against my body. Although I couldn't feel her nipples, I could feel the warmth of her breasts rubbing against my t-shirt and transferring to my skin. To be honest, I was very nervous, but when desire is aroused, nothing is scary. My penis was hard. Her thighs were positioned unnaturally between my legs, slowly rubbing against my genitals. She was driving me crazy. My right hand, which had been in my pocket, naturally reached behind her, wrapping around her waist and pressing her body tightly against mine. I could almost feel the curve of her lower body—full and warm. My hand remained on her waist, tentatively moving downwards. She probably sensed my hesitation, so she straightened her backpack, covering her buttocks, giving my hand something to hide. Understanding this, my hand was free to move down her back, grasping her buttocks and slowly kneading them, bringing her genitals even closer to my body. She cooperated, slowly rubbing her thighs up and down against me. I gently rubbed my genitals together. I never thought I would actually do something like this, and it would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous. So I hesitated for several stops, and after calming down a bit, I tentatively moved my fingers towards her buttocks. My index finger slowly stroked inwards from her buttocks, from her anus all the way to her vaginal opening. Even through her shorts, I could feel how hot and moist her genitals were. My fingers, through her underwear, pressed against her opening, rubbing and squeezing. She let go of the handrail, wrapped her arms around my waist, and let my fingers invade her private parts. We didn't continue like that on the bus. I forget which stop the bus reached at Jinhai Road, but then she got off, looked at me, and asked if I wanted to get off and have a meal. I got off the bus with her. After getting off, we held hands like a couple. It seemed to be a vocational school, some kind of business school. We found a small restaurant, sat down, and since there were no private rooms, we sat in a corner by the window. We ordered a few dishes. She kept smiling with her lips pursed. I didn't know what to say, so I just sat there, watching her smile. She said, "If my boyfriend knew what you just did, he would definitely beat you up..." I was a little surprised. She said, "Don't worry, my boyfriend is at another school. I went to be with him today, but he had something to do and didn't tell me beforehand, so he came home a little early." I asked her why she didn't call him. She smiled for a while and said, "I was the one who started it, why would I call him? Calling him would make me feel like I'm molesting you." There wasn't much to say during that time, but we gradually became more familiar with each other. I learned that she was a freshman at a nearby vocational college, had a boyfriend of two years, and was a local. I asked her if she wasn't wearing a bra, and she blinked, asking if I couldn't feel it. I said I could only sense that she was about a C cup. She laughed and whispered that she was actually about a D cup. I asked her why I couldn't feel her nipples, and she secretly pulled down the neckline of her t-shirt to show me. She wasn't wearing a bra, but she was wearing nipple covers, which explained why I couldn't feel her nipples. She said she hadn't planned to come home that night, so she was wearing nipple covers to have some fun with her boyfriend, but he stood her up, so she was a little upset. But on the bus, she saw me and wanted to tease me, and I didn't expect I would actually take the bait, and I even got her wet. I looked at her and said, "You really..." Is it wet? Because we were sitting in the same row, and the sofas in the small restaurant were quite high, I just put my hand directly on her thigh. She said, "Feel it yourself if you don't believe me." My hand slowly moved towards the base of her thigh, slipping inside her loose-fitting shorts. My fingers first touched very soft pubic hair, with no obstruction. I watched her like she'd discovered a treasure. She blushed and didn't look at me. She wasn't wearing underwear that day, no wonder I could feel the warmth and wetness of her genitals even through her shorts. When the waiter brought the food, I took my hand out, and after he left, I continued to stroke her. She pretended to eat, but my fingers kept stroking around her labia and clitoris. She fed me, and I touched her vulva; she drank water, and I touched her vulva. She tried to suppress the stimulation, constantly opening and closing her legs...
After dinner, we walked into the school without saying a word. The school was recruiting new students, and the main road was crowded. She said she wasn't very familiar with the school, so we wandered around for a while, holding hands like a normal couple, actually looking for a private space to be intimate. We walked to a building; it was an office building, so it was less crowded at night. We quickly went upstairs to the top floor, but the door was locked. I went back downstairs, found a stack of newspapers in front of the newsstand, and went back upstairs to use as a mat on the stairs. We embraced and kissed, our tongues intertwined, my hands brazenly covering her breasts, kneading them as I kissed. I must say, a young body is truly alluring; her breasts were firm and elastic. I slipped my hand inside her t-shirt, tore off her nipple covers, and covered her nipples with my palm, grabbing... I gently rubbed her breasts, and she breathed heavily. My mouth moved to her earlobe, and her body trembled as she clung to me tightly. My hands haphazardly caressed her breasts, then suddenly reached down to her shorts, pressing against her genitals. Her legs opened and closed unnaturally, twisting and turning. My hand slipped inside her loose shorts, covering her vulva. It was already wet, slippery and wet. I pressed my middle finger into her labia, letting it slide slowly, enveloped by her labia minora. My fingertip smeared her vaginal fluid from the opening and then onto the center of her labia, making her even wetter. Her breathing became heavier, and she tilted her head back, her legs spread wide, allowing me to freely play with her genitals. I unbuckled my belt, and she readily pulled out my penis. To be honest, I'm very confident in my penis, so the expression on her face when she pulled it out gave me a bit of a thrill. She greedily took my penis into her mouth, and I played with her vulva. She enjoyed it, making soft moaning sounds as I sucked on it. After a few minutes of this, I patted her vulva, and she stood up on her own, her shorts pulled down to her knees. Holding onto the stair railing, she stuck out her buttocks, which, in the dim light, were clearly beautiful peach-shaped. I supported her buttocks from behind, and she reached down and grabbed my penis, guiding it to her opening. I slowly twisted my hips, letting the head of my penis rub against her opening. She turned to look at me with a wronged expression. I thrust my hips, pressing the head of my penis against her opening, and slowly slid it in. It felt like being enveloped by a lump of flesh, tightly wrapped, only able to go in but not out. At the moment of penetration, she let out a soft "ah" and covered her mouth, then slowly arched her hips back, slightly lifting herself up. I lifted one leg to make it easier to penetrate. I reached out and pulled her shorts down from her feet, hanging them on one leg. Grabbing her foot, I began to slowly and rhythmically thrust in and out. She moaned softly with each thrust of my large penis. My glans pressed against her clitoris, then was gripped by her vaginal contractions. I thrust in and out, and then plunged in hard. The noise in the hallway would surely be noticed if someone passed by. We stayed in that position for about 10 minutes. Then I sat down, and she sat on my penis with her back to me, legs spread wide. She turned around and kissed me. I reached forward and grabbed her breasts, kneading them incessantly. Her legs were wide open. We talked as we did it. She said weakly, "It's so exciting. It's like we're performing. It would be even more exciting if someone were watching from downstairs. This position would allow them to see my large penis inside her vagina." I was also aroused by her words and became excited. I thrust hard into her clitoris, my hands grabbing her breasts, kneading and pulling her nipples forcefully. After less than five minutes of penetration, her vagina contracted sharply, and she let out a suppressed moan. Afraid she'd cry out, I covered her mouth with my hand. Her body trembled as she forcefully sat down, clamping my penis between her legs, feeling as if our bodies were merging. My glans became swollen, and as it pressed against her clitoris, her trembling caused it to rub against my glans. Finally, her tense body released in an instant, and my large penis gushed out from the deepest part of her vagina, throbbing inside. We took a while to recover before finishing. She held me, slowly waiting for time to pass…
That was our first day. Afterwards, we became very close friends, or you could say friends with benefits, but perhaps there was something more between us, so I didn't want to define our relationship as just friends with benefits.
From then on, we often met up. She enjoyed moving between two men. She said she liked the care her boyfriend gave her, but the sex I gave her was something she couldn't give up right now. So we maintained this abnormal relationship for a long time. Next time, I'll tell you about how she came to me for sex before her date with her boyfriend.

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