Sexual harassment on buses

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That summer evening was quite hot. I finally managed to catch a bus, but because it had a long delay before departure, it was incredibly crowded. By the time I got on, I could only stand by the door. People kept pushing their way on. I stood back-to-back with a young man, and in front of us were two women around thirty years old. People were still surging on, and the bus was like a sardine canopy. The two women in front of me, with their backs to me, made me feel uneasy. My legs were pressed tightly against each of them, and for someone in their early twenties like me, I felt a mix of nervousness, unease, and excitement. One of the women was trying to grab the handrail and move to the left, and the crowd immediately pushed the other woman right next to me, less than a centimeter apart.

The bus started moving, and it was already dark. This woman was rather plump, with short hair, wearing a slightly sheer pink top with a low neckline, and a light blue sheer skirt. She wasn't wearing stockings, which was a common practice in this city. Her skin was very fair, and her top was very form-fitting, revealing her curves completely. I stole a glance; her breasts were full and large. Because of the tight top, the outline of her breasts was very clear, and I could even distinguish her nipples. I couldn't help but stare at her neck and the exposed part of her back. Her fair skin, even the fine hairs were clearly visible, and her faint fragrance made me a little dizzy. Standing behind her, the bra straps at her shoulders were right up to my eyes, and following the straps forward, her cleavage was so clear. Admiring her at such close range, I felt my breath quicken.

Her buttocks were plump, and her skirt was probably thin and transparent, making her underwear very clearly visible. Because of the crowd, her already short top was pulled up a little higher, revealing part of her slender waist. As the bus swayed, I saw that her underwear was pink. In the swaying bus, it was impossible not to touch her. Every time I bumped into her, she didn't flinch, and my uneasy heart calmed down a little. As the crowd jolted again, I pressed my right knee against her thigh, and she still didn't flinch. When the train braked, I deliberately leaned forward, causing her to lean back, pressing us tightly together. I had worried she would move away, but she leaned back even more than I expected, and once we were together, she showed no sign of moving away. My anxiety completely subsided.

In that crowded train, at night, no one could see anything below the waist. Her buttocks were pressed tightly against my groin, and my penis was already erect, pressing completely against her buttocks. The feeling was heavenly, like drinking a vintage wine from heaven, and I wished I could never wake up. She was a head shorter than me, and my penis was only touching the upper part of her buttocks. So, I extended one leg forward and touched both of her feet. She seemed to understand my intention, and her legs parted slightly, allowing me to easily place one foot between her thighs. Wearing only shorts, my right knee was pressed tightly against her right thigh, skin to skin. Her thigh was very hot, and when I touched it, she trembled all over. I was extremely excited and trembled slightly, feeling her trembling slightly as well.

After leaning against her like this for a while, her top was already a little damp with sweat, the outline of her breasts was more defined, and the bra straps were clearly visible through her clothes at the back. Her face was flushed. I bent my left leg, allowing my penis to slide down her buttocks. When my penis touched the cleft of her buttocks, she shuddered violently, feeling her body go even softer, her right leg almost entirely supported by me. Her skirt was the elastic type, and I pulled it down a little more, revealing most of her shorts. It was so crowded that I stopped holding onto the handrails and placed both hands directly on her buttocks. She flinched, but I just slowly stroked them. She seemed relieved. I moved from her left buttock to her right, then slid down along the cleft. Suddenly, I spread my hands and pressed them against the junction of her buttocks and the cleft. She froze. I had intended to slide down the cleft to between her legs, but finding it too crowded, I had to withdraw my hands and continue moving upwards. She sighed in relief and glanced back at me. Only then did I truly see her face. She was very sexy, with bright red lipstick, and a blush that obscured her light makeup. With another sudden stop, I took the opportunity to move closer and lick her back.

Her buttocks were warm and soft, and it felt good to touch them. My hand wandered to her waist, touching her skin. I deliberately pulled her shirt up a little higher, pressing it tightly against her skin, and tried to slip it over the edge of her underwear. Then I slipped a finger inside the edge of her underwear. Perhaps because the bus was crowded, she didn't react. So, while the bus was swaying, I suddenly slipped my hand inside her underwear, the back of my hand touching her buttocks. She flinched and shook her upper body, a sign of disapproval. I didn't dare go too far and quickly pulled my hand out. She glanced back at me, her expression a mixture of resentment and dissatisfaction.

I pulled my hand out, still keeping my penis pressed against her buttocks. She seemed to like this the most; her buttocks swayed against my penis with the bus. When the bus braked, I moved forward, and she moved backward, pressing tightly against me. With so many people on the bus, I didn't dare to take my penis out, so it was difficult to reach her labia. I could touch her buttocks and her thighs, but I just couldn't feel her labia. As the car moved, my right leg forced her right knee to bend, my right shin passing between her legs. Then, my right knee gradually rose, her thigh becoming increasingly tender as I went up. Suddenly, my thigh met her vulva; a bone pressed against it in front, softness behind. My heart skipped a beat—I had touched the longed-for mons pubis and labia. She shuddered violently, then almost collapsed onto me, her entire vulva pressed tightly against my right leg. Waves of heat washed over my thigh; her panties seemed soaked. My leg rubbed back and forth, the pubic bone clearly visible in front, the labia soft and wet in the middle, and her buttocks and cleft behind.

The wetness made my blood boil. My right leg rubbed back and forth, the feeling of her labia being squeezed was very obvious. Her panties were soaked, dripping onto my leg, and the woman trembled incessantly. Her legs were spread wide, seemingly trying to open her vulva to touch my leg, and even as the car braked, she continued to rub tightly against my leg. She gripped the handrail tightly with one hand, head bowed, panting heavily, her buttocks sticking out towards me as much as possible. I helped her pull up her skirt, but she didn't notice. I glanced at the other people in the carriage; because of the crowd, no one would notice us. Several other beautiful women were also huddled together with their fellow passengers, perhaps engaged in even more passionate activities.

I took the woman's hand in mine, squeezing it; it was covered in sweat. I ran my hands freely over her back, touching and pinching the outside of her thighs. Her thighs were still rubbing against her labia. A bold idea came to me. Taking advantage of the swaying of the train, I forcefully squeezed a little space around myself, slowly pulled up her skirt, and lowered my right leg, removing it from her genitals. The woman turned her head, mouth agape, giving me a confused look. I placed my left hand flat on her right leg, palm up, and suddenly thrust it against her genitals. She jolted, her entire body stiffening. A wet sensation immediately spread from my hand throughout my body.

She was still a little stiff, but didn't leave. Encouraged, I squeezed inside her panties. Immediately, my hands were soaked. She seemed to understand my intention, her body sinking down, her labia pressing tightly against my hand. Her labia were large; I almost used my whole hand to pry them open. My thumb touched her vagina; the opening was wide open, and vaginal fluid flowed onto my hand. I put my right arm around her waist, and with two fingers of my left hand, I traced the folds between her labia to her clitoris. I pressed on her clitoris, and the woman's body shuddered violently. With each press, she trembled, and her entire genitals twitched.

I was extremely excited. I grabbed her panties and pulled them down, so they were below her thighs, allowing my hand to easily slip inside. My left hand roughly pinched her labia, my hand soaked with her juices. Her clitoral hood was long, and I deliberately stretched it out with my fingers, then pressed it against her labia and rubbed it hard. The woman lowered her head, her body almost completely limp on my left hand. I could feel her vagina was wide open, with copious amounts of juices flowing out. A bold idea struck me. I used my right hand to pull up the right side of my shorts, pulled out my swollen penis, and positioned it against the woman's vulva. I used my left hand to guide my penis to the entrance of her vagina. The woman was probably too excited to notice my actions. I pressed my penis against her and slowly inserted it a little. Then, with a sudden stop, I grabbed her waist with my right hand and pulled her back tightly, allowing my penis to slide in completely. The woman let out a muffled groan, her body trembled, and she stiffened.

The train was almost at the station, and I couldn't care less about anything else. I thrust hard, and the woman gripped the handrail tightly with both hands, her lower body swaying with my thrusts. I ejaculated all my semen deep into her vagina. I pulled out my penis, helped the woman pull up her shorts, and noticed that her top was soaked. A few minutes later, the woman pulled up her skirt and top with one hand, then turned halfway around to look at me. Perhaps intentionally, one of her hands was on her thigh, just touching my penis. Because she was turned around, it was even more cramped, so I had to let my penis touch her hand completely. I noticed that her palm was open, which was just right for holding my penis. The woman smiled at me, and taking advantage of the swaying of the train, I hugged the woman and kissed her. Unexpectedly, the woman turned around completely. Without hesitation, I hugged the woman tightly and kissed her in the darkness.

The bus finally arrived, and the woman turned and got off. I wanted to follow her and ask her something, but I noticed a man with a child was already waiting for her. They walked forward, and I followed a few meters behind. I saw the woman walk unsteadily. At a corner, she glanced back at me, and I didn't follow her any further.

That summer evening was quite hot. I finally managed to catch a bus, but because it had been a long time since the last one, it was incredibly crowded. By the time I got on, I could only stand by the door. People kept pushing their way on. I stood back-to-back with a young man, and in front of us were two women in their thirties. People were still surging on, and the bus was like a sardine canopy. The two women in front of me, with their backs to me, made me feel uneasy. My legs were pressed tightly against each of them. For someone in their twenties like me, it was a mix of nervousness, unease, and excitement. One of the women, struggling to grab the handrail, tried to move to the left, and the crowd immediately pushed the other woman right next to me, less than a centimeter apart.

The car started moving, and it was already dark. The woman was rather voluptuous, with short hair, wearing a slightly sheer pink top with a low neckline, and a light blue tulle skirt. She wasn't wearing stockings, which was a common practice in this city. Her skin was very fair, and the top was very form-fitting, revealing her curves completely. I stole a glance; her breasts were full and large, and because the top was tight, the outline of her breasts was very clear, even her nipples were discernible. I couldn't help but stare at her neck and the exposed part of her back; her fair skin, even the fine hairs were clearly visible, and a faint fragrance made me a little dizzy. Standing behind her, the bra straps at the shoulders were right up to my eyes, and following the straps forward, her cleavage was so clear. Admiring her at such close range, I felt my breath quicken.

Her buttocks were quite large, and her skirt was probably thin and transparent, making her underwear clearly visible. Because of the crowd, her already short top was pulled up even higher, revealing part of her slender waist. As the bus swayed, I could see that her underwear was pink. In the swaying bus, it was impossible to avoid contact. Each time I bumped into her, she didn't flinch, which calmed my anxious heart a little. Taking advantage of another sway in the crowd, I pressed my right knee against her thigh, and she still didn't flinch. When the bus braked, I deliberately pushed forward, and she leaned back, we pressed tightly together. I had worried she would move away, but she leaned back even more than I expected, and she didn't move away after we were pressed together. My heart completely relaxed.

In such a crowded bus, and at night, no one could see anything below the waist. Her buttocks were pressed tightly against my groin, and my penis was already erect, completely pressing against her buttocks. The feeling was heavenly, like drinking a cup of ancient, aged wine from heaven, and I wished I could never wake up. She was a head shorter than me, and my penis was only touching the upper part of her buttocks. So, I extended one leg forward and touched both of her feet. She seemed to understand my intention, and her legs parted slightly, allowing me to easily place one foot between her thighs. Wearing only shorts, my right knee was pressed tightly against her right thigh, skin to skin. Her thigh was very hot, and when I touched it, she trembled all over. I was extremely excited and trembled slightly, feeling her trembling slightly as well.

After leaning against her like this for a while, her top was already a little damp with sweat, the outline of her breasts was more defined, and the bra straps were clearly visible through her clothes at the back. Her face was flushed. I bent my left leg, allowing my penis to slide down her buttocks. When my penis touched the cleft of her buttocks, she shuddered violently, feeling her body go even softer, her right leg almost entirely supported by me. Her skirt was the elastic type, and I pulled it down a little more, revealing most of her shorts. It was so crowded that I stopped holding onto the handrails and placed both hands directly on her buttocks. She flinched, but I just slowly stroked them. She seemed relieved. I moved from her left buttock to her right, then slid down along the cleft. Suddenly, I spread my hands and pressed them against the junction of her buttocks and the cleft. She froze. I had intended to slide down the cleft to between her legs, but finding it too crowded, I had to withdraw my hands and continue moving upwards. She sighed in relief and glanced back at me. Only then did I truly see her face. She was very sexy, with bright red lipstick, and a blush that obscured her light makeup. With another sudden stop, I took the opportunity to move closer and lick her back.

Her buttocks were warm and soft, and it felt good to touch them. My hand wandered to her waist, touching her skin. I deliberately pulled her shirt up a little higher, pressing it tightly against her skin, and tried to slip it over the edge of her underwear. Then I slipped a finger inside the edge of her underwear. Perhaps because the bus was crowded, she didn't react. So, while the bus was swaying, I suddenly slipped my hand inside her underwear, the back of my hand touching her buttocks. She flinched and shook her upper body, a sign of disapproval. I didn't dare go too far and quickly pulled my hand out. She glanced back at me, her expression a mixture of resentment and dissatisfaction.

I pulled my hand out, still keeping my penis pressed against her buttocks. She seemed to like this the most; her buttocks swayed against my penis with the bus. When the bus braked, I moved forward, and she moved backward, pressing tightly against me. With so many people on the bus, I didn't dare to take my penis out, so it was difficult to reach her labia. I could touch her buttocks and her thighs, but I just couldn't feel her labia. As the car moved, my right leg forced her right knee to bend, my right shin passing between her legs. Then, my right knee gradually rose, her thigh becoming increasingly tender as I went up. Suddenly, my thigh met her vulva; a bone pressed against it in front, softness behind. My heart skipped a beat—I had touched the longed-for mons pubis and labia. She shuddered violently, then almost collapsed onto me, her entire vulva pressed tightly against my right leg. Waves of heat washed over my thigh; her panties seemed soaked. My leg rubbed back and forth, the pubic bone clearly visible in front, the labia soft and wet in the middle, and her buttocks and cleft behind.

The wetness made my blood boil. My right leg rubbed back and forth, the feeling of her labia being squeezed was very obvious. Her panties were soaked, dripping onto my leg, and the woman trembled incessantly. Her legs were spread wide, seemingly trying to open her vulva to touch my leg, and even as the car braked, she continued to rub tightly against my leg. She gripped the handrail tightly with one hand, head bowed, panting heavily, her buttocks sticking out towards me as much as possible. I helped her pull up her skirt, but she didn't notice. I glanced at the other people in the carriage; because of the crowd, no one would notice us. Several other beautiful women were also huddled together with their fellow passengers, perhaps engaged in even more passionate activities.

I took the woman's hand in mine, squeezing it; it was covered in sweat. I ran my hands freely over her back, touching and pinching the outside of her thighs. Her thighs were still rubbing against her labia. A bold idea came to me. Taking advantage of the swaying of the train, I forcefully squeezed a little space around myself, slowly pulled up her skirt, and lowered my right leg, removing it from her genitals. The woman turned her head, mouth agape, giving me a confused look. I placed my left hand flat on her right leg, palm up, and suddenly thrust it against her genitals. She jolted, her entire body stiffening. A wet sensation immediately spread from my hand throughout my body.

She was still a little stiff, but didn't leave. Encouraged, I squeezed inside her panties. Immediately, my hands were soaked. She seemed to understand my intention then, her body sinking down, her labia pressing tightly against my hand. Her labia were large; I almost used my whole hand to pry them open. My thumb touched her vagina; the opening was wide open, and vaginal fluid flowed onto my hand. I put my right arm around her waist, and with two fingers of my left hand, I traced the folds between her labia to her clitoris. I pressed on her clitoris, and the woman's body shuddered violently. With each press, she trembled, and her entire genitals twitched.

I was incredibly excited. I grabbed her panties and pulled them down to below her thighs, allowing my hand to easily slip inside. My left hand roughly pinched her labia, my hand soaked with her juices. Her clitoral hood was long; I pinched it between my fingers, deliberately stretching it out, then pressed it against her labia and rubbed it hard. The woman lowered her head, her body almost completely limp against my left hand. I could feel her vagina wide open, with copious amounts of juices flowing out. A bold idea struck me. I used my right hand to pull up the right side of her shorts, pulled out my engorged penis, and positioned it against her vulva. With my left hand, I guided it to the entrance of her vagina. The woman was probably too excited to notice my movements. I slowly inserted my penis a little further, then suddenly stopped, grabbing her waist with my right hand and pulling her back, allowing my penis to fully penetrate. The woman let out a muffled groan, her body trembled, and she stiffened.

The train was almost at the station, and I couldn't care less about anything else. I thrust hard, and the woman gripped the handrail tightly with both hands, her lower body swaying with my thrusts. I ejaculated all my semen deep into her vagina. I pulled out my penis, helped the woman pull up her shorts, and noticed that her top was soaked. A few minutes later, the woman pulled up her skirt and top with one hand, then turned halfway around to look at me. Perhaps intentionally, one of her hands was on her thigh, just touching my penis. Because she was turned around, it was even more cramped, so I had to let my penis touch her hand completely. I noticed that her palm was open, which was just right for holding my penis. The woman smiled at me, and taking advantage of the swaying of the train, I hugged the woman and kissed her. Unexpectedly, the woman turned around completely. Without hesitation, I hugged the woman tightly and kissed her in the darkness.

The car finally arrived, and the woman turned and got off. I wanted to follow her and ask her something, but I found a man with a child waiting for her outside the car. They walked forward, and I followed her a few meters behind. I saw that the woman was walking unsteadily. At a corner, the woman looked back at me, and I didn't follow her anymore.

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