Embarrassing moments on the bus

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It was my day off, but I went out early to have some fun. I've been quite flirtatious since I was little, and as I've grown up, I've become quite pretty. Without makeup, I had the air of a college student. I was tall, with a pair of full, round breasts that strained my pink, tight-fitting t-shirt. My waist was slender, and my well-developed hips were even more voluptuous. Plus, my outfit was very alluring. Sure enough, there was a lecherous man following me closely, his eyes glued to my full buttocks. It was a truly rare and enchanting sight. My legs, without stockings, were long and white. I figured he must be hard. I saw him subtly adjust his clothes to avoid pitching an erection in the street. He followed me unknowingly to the nearby Zhongshan Road bus stop. I wanted to board the bus, but it slowly pulled up. Looking inside, I saw it was packed with people.
Without thinking, a large crowd surged towards the still-moving bus, and I joined the throng, pushing towards the door. Unexpectedly, that lecherous man quickly used all his strength to squeeze behind me. Amidst the complaints behind me, he finally managed to squeeze onto the bus. Because it was Sunday, the bus was unusually crowded, truly shoulder to shoulder. As soon as we entered, we were immediately pressed tightly together by the crowd. Wow, my soft, cotton-like body pressed against him. The people in front were packed so tightly there wasn't a single gap, and those behind were still desperately pushing forward. Taking advantage of the crowd, he actually seemed to be enjoying the sensation of my body against him. I understood his intentions, but I didn't want to refuse him.
The car door finally slammed shut, and the bus started moving. The passengers struggled to adjust their positions amidst the jolting, and the crowd quickly stabilized. He remained pressed tightly against my back, finally stopping in the front middle section of the bus, where the most people were. Excluding the two rows of seats, there were four rows of standing people crammed in. He and I were sandwiched in the middle, surrounded by an impenetrable wall of people. At first, he simply pressed his body against my back. He was about my height, and my buttocks were positioned right at the triangle of his lower abdomen. With the swaying of the bus, he moved his hips, his already hard penis rubbing against the cleft of my buttocks. Through the thin clothing, I could feel the warm, fleshy texture of his body. Emboldened
by lust, he gradually increased the pressure, spreading his legs forward and clamping my thighs between them. He also pressed his hips forward forcefully against my full, soft buttocks, his hard penis wriggling up and down and side to side in my buttocks, causing the tender flesh of my buttocks to spread apart. Logically, under such pressure, I would have noticed, but in such a crowded situation, it couldn't be said that he was deliberately molesting me. He gradually grew bolder, and simply released the handrail, reaching forward with both hands through the gaps in the crowd, slowly placing them on either side of my buttocks, gently hugging them in the crowd. Wow! This way he could fully feel the fullness of my buttocks. He then swayed his hips, his lower abdomen pressed tightly against my buttocks, essentially a rear-entry position, except he didn't actually penetrate me.
I could already feel the harassment from behind, but too ashamed to speak, I could only silently endure it. He tentatively loosened his grip, his hand boldly caressing my bare thigh beneath my short skirt, a fleeting touch. I felt direct skin-to-skin contact. He increased the pressure of his caresses while quietly observing my expression. I didn't react. He then boldly pinched my leg hard. I turned my head, my brows furrowing slightly. Our eyes met, and my heart pounded. When I realized he was looking at me too, I quickly turned my head away, my face flushed. I was overjoyed, just as I had expected.
His hand resumed caressing my leg. I began to slightly twist my body, as if trying to escape, but there was a wall of people around, making escape impossible. It was clear I was too shy to speak up. He then began to caress me more boldly, his hands encircling my smooth thighs from both sides, his fingers slowly slipping under my skirt along the outside of my thighs. Under the cover of the wall of people, no one would notice his actions. As his caresses grew increasingly unrestrained, I gradually stopped my futile struggles. My body trembled slightly. He increased the intensity step by step, his hands slipping inside my short skirt and pressing against my full buttocks, completely exposed outside my underwear, teasingly stroking the smooth skin there
. I tightened my legs, silently enduring the harassment. He gradually lowered his guard, wantonly playing with my body. One hand continued to caress my buttocks, while the other reached forward, attacking upwards. Because I was holding the pull tab with one hand, he easily reached for my full breasts. He continued to move his palm upwards through the gap until he could completely grasp my nipples, then kneaded them forcefully. My breasts were very full. He pinched the nipples with his thumb and forefinger, his palm pressing hard, deforming the soft and elastic peaks greatly. He must have never enjoyed such exquisite breasts before. His other hand also reached forward, roughly slipping under my other armpit, grabbing both breasts simultaneously, playing with them without restraint. After about a minute of touching, he began his assault more aggressively. He slipped his hands under my t-shirt, first caressing my smooth abdomen. Perhaps due to the heat and my nervousness, my skin was sticky with sweat.
He impatiently reached under my t-shirt and touched my breasts directly; the soft, slippery touch brought me unprecedented pleasure. His fingers slipped inside the edge of my bra, caressing my firm breasts. Soon, he subtly applied force, finally tearing my bra open from under my skirt to the front. Seeing that the situation hadn't improved, he calmly pulled my bra down completely to my waist, unfastened the clasp, and discreetly pulled the sweat-scented bra out from under my clothes, stuffing it into his trouser pocket. Good heavens, my breasts were now completely exposed to his hands; my t-shirt clearly couldn't stop his advances, instead becoming a tool to cover him. When he grasped my two large breasts again with both hands, the feeling was indescribable. He leisurely savored the wonderful feel of my breasts while twisting my nipples with his fingers. My nipples were about the size of peanuts, and he could almost feel the tiny folds on them. Soon, I clearly noticed that my tender, soft nipples began to harden.
During this process, except for a few slight squirms when his movements were more vigorous, I stood there motionless, letting his palms rest on my lower abdomen and his fingers tease my mons pubis. Under such bold caresses, I began to wriggle my body. The car drove for several dozen meters and then screeched to a stop. He was no longer satisfied with just my breasts. So, his left hand continued to alternately rub my two bare breasts under the cover of my t-shirt, while his right hand recklessly rubbed my vulva through my panties, his hands simultaneously attacking my sensitive areas from above and below. Then he gradually rolled up her short skirt. I was terrified by my own audacious harassment. My hand, holding the plastic bag, tried to cover myself several times, but each time it touched his, I panicked and pulled away. Half-heartedly, he rolled my skirt up to my waist, revealing my bare buttocks to him. My pink panties clung tightly to my two snow-white buttocks. He suppressed his wildly beating heart and quickly pressed his body against mine to prevent anyone from discovering his clandestine activities.
The bus arrived at the Wu'ai Road station. Unfortunately, almost no one got off, but several more boarded. Another round of complaints erupted in the carriage, all blaming the driver for continuing to pick up passengers. The bus started moving again, but after only a few seconds, it suddenly stopped—traffic jam! As if fate was against me, he continued what he had been doing when the bus stopped. This time, he boldly and quickly rolled up my skirt, caressing me while pressing his body tightly against mine, his erect penis rubbing against my soft buttocks through the thin fabric. The traffic jam seemed quite severe, and I estimated it wouldn't be long to reach the next stop. Taking advantage of this unexpected opportunity,
he temporarily released my breasts, reaching down and discreetly pulling my underwear to one side, completely exposing my buttocks. He caressed the smooth skin on either side of the cleft with his hands, his fingers lewdly grasping my buttocks and spreading them apart. His erect penis squeezed deep into the cleft, pressing against my completely bare anus through my pants, moving with intercourse-like movements, fully enjoying my round, soft buttocks. Driven by lust, he went all in, unzipping his pants and pulling out his throbbing penis, pressing it directly against my buttocks.
He immediately stopped, pressed himself against my body, steadied himself, and suppressed the urge to ejaculate. He wrapped his arms around my buttocks from the sides, leaned forward, and pressed his entire body against my back, using his body to cover my bare buttocks. He glanced around, even though it was unlikely anyone would notice, he still wanted to make sure. He leaned over, observing my expression, and continued to slowly but firmly rub my full buttocks. By this time, I couldn't hold on any longer; my body went limp against him, my cheeks flushed, and I was breathing heavily.
He maintained this position until the car began to move forward slowly, like a snail. His hands continued to vigorously caress my buttocks, fully enjoying the smooth, elastic feel of my skin. When he touched the side seam of my underwear, he suddenly noticed the knots on both sides of my underwear, and a bolder idea immediately popped into his head. He had originally only intended to touch me a few times, because removing my underwear would be too much of a movement, and if the crowd moved, they would notice what was happening. But now, with these underwear, he immediately changed his mind, untied the knot, and the underwear came off instantly.
I realized my underwear was being taken off and panicked, squeezing my thighs together to try and stop him. But he wouldn't give up; he quietly stuffed the underwear he'd taken off into his pocket. At this point, my body under my outer clothes was completely naked. He pulled down my skirt, covering his hands and penis, and gently pinched my genitals with his hand in front, his fingers tracing the tender cleft. He then thrust his burning-hot penis into my tightly closed thighs, pulling my body back forcefully with both hands, his penis rubbing against my buttocks for a while. Then he wrapped his arms around my waist, reaching his hands between my tightly closed thighs from the front. He touched my delicate labia, immediately noticing how wet and slippery the two soft flesh parts were…
I knew it was my vaginal fluid and sweat. He gripped the soft flesh of my inner thighs tightly, trying to pry my legs apart. I struggled desperately, but he still managed to insert his penis between my thighs simultaneously. Next, he grabbed my buttocks and twisted his waist in a circular motion, his penis tightly gripped by the soft flesh of my inner thighs, the glans rubbing against the tender, wet labia. He moved his body back slightly, simultaneously holding my waist, causing my buttocks to protrude backward. His penis pressed against the labia that were beginning to open. Because it was so slippery, and my vaginal opening was so small, he tried several times to insert it but failed. So, he used one hand to hold my waist, stabilizing my body, and the other hand reached from the front to my vulva, finally guiding his penis into my narrow vagina. Having achieved his goal, he suppressed the overwhelming pleasure and began to thrust rhythmically with small movements. Although he couldn't fully penetrate, the feeling of his glans being tightly gripped by smooth muscles still excited me to the point of almost fainting...
As the bus swayed, he gradually increased the intensity of his movements, one hand pulling my waist back forcefully, the other hand grabbing my full breasts from under my clothes, thrusting his hips forward and forcefully penetrating deep into my body. My plump buttocks were pressed tightly against his abdomen, and even through the clothes, I could feel the soft flesh of my buttocks being deformed by his pressure. He paid attention to the swaying of the bus, and whenever there was a significant sway, he would quickly and forcefully thrust several times. If we were both naked, my buttocks would definitely be making a "slap slap" sound!
I thought to myself, it's unbelievable that such a situation could happen, on a crowded bus, a beautiful female college student like me, having my naked buttocks grabbed...
The bus continued to move slowly to the next stop. For about five or six minutes, he must have thrust in and out several hundred times. Suddenly, the bus announcement came on: we were almost at the West Bus Station, and time was running out. He began to intensify his movements, pushing his penis as deep as possible into my vagina. With each contraction of my vagina, he almost cried out. A wave of pleasure washed over me. After thrusting forcefully more than ten times, he groaned, ejaculating deep into my vagina.
At that moment, I seemed to hear him also letting out a suppressed groan, but because of the noise inside and outside the bus, no one else noticed it. At the same time, my vagina was contracting in waves, almost clamping down on his penis. He pressed his body tightly against my back, enjoying this unparalleled pleasure.
Finally, the carriage stopped swaying, and with a dull screech of brakes, the train arrived at the station. He quickly pulled out his penis, which wasn't completely soft yet. As it left my vagina, I felt as if a cork had been pulled out; with the separation of our joined bodies, there was a slight "pop" sound, and my vagina closed tightly again, just like before. The flow of people began to move. He quickly straightened his clothes, pulling down my skirt in the process. My underwear was still in his pocket. I moved to create distance between us. He moved towards the door amidst the crowd, and I couldn't see his expression. I moved a few people away from him and followed the flow of people towards the door. I couldn't see him anymore; he must have gotten off. I squeezed to the door, almost stumbling and falling to the ground. He must have exhausted me. I walked away unsteadily under the astonished gazes of the people.

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