Sexual orgasm on Chengdu Bus Route 34

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Bus route 34 is always a popular bus line in Chengdu. Tonight, it was even more crowded than usual. I boarded from the back door, paid my fare, and struggled to squeeze to the side to stand. I was carrying a handbag in my right hand and holding onto the handrail with my left. The bus moved slowly, and at the next stop, it braked suddenly, causing me to sway from the inertia. Suddenly, a girl in front of me turned around and looked at me. I then realized that there was a girl standing next to me who looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old; I hadn't noticed her before. She appeared quite mature, with a delicate face, long hair, and wearing a knee-length, pale yellow embroidered chiffon skirt.

As I was scrutinizing her, she happened to turn and look at me. In that instant of eye contact, I suddenly realized that I might have accidentally touched her with my genitals. I felt slightly guilty and took a step back. Just then, the bus arrived at the stop. The doors opened, and I almost cried out. So many people! They were all crowded around the doorway and couldn't get through, when suddenly two or three big guys rushed up and bumped into me. Before I could even brace myself, I was slammed hard into the girl in front of me. The impact was so strong that I couldn't back up; I was practically pressed against her. The girl didn't turn around or protest. I couldn't say anything either; the guys behind me were strong, and I was stuck there, unable to move.

The

car started moving again. At this moment, I had to confront the overwhelming sensation of my body directly touching a soft, yielding area. She was quite tall, and the thin fabric offered little resistance to our curves. She had her back to me. Although I didn't move, instinctively, I quickly became erect, and then hard. Through my thin pants, I think she must have felt it very clearly too. I was a little impulsive, a little excited… Her butt crack was deep, and my penis, pressed against it through my pants, was a strange and exhilarating sensation. Although neither of us moved, with the swaying of the train, I naturally felt my nerves tingling with excitement, a fantasy of wanting to hold her in my arms.

Then we arrived at the next stop. Because there were so many people, it was impossible to get on, and the doors slammed shut again. It was just as crowded, and I was pressed against her body again. I started to notice the girl in front of me. Her skin was very fair, and her white, sleeveless, collared shirt accentuated a ladylike sexiness. Suddenly, a possessive feeling welled up inside me!

I started to hold my bag on my wrist and gently touched her right thigh, near her buttocks, with my right hand… Thankfully, she didn't react. Men always want to push their luck when given tacit consent. Although I knew this was almost vulgar, and would be very embarrassing if discovered, the situation was beyond my control; my restless body was beyond my control. I placed the back of my trembling right hand on the right side of her buttock, and tentatively pressed it a few times as the car swayed… She still didn't move, staring out the window as if nothing had happened.

With such a thin skirt, she definitely couldn't have missed my harassment. Thinking this, I began to feel a little more confident. I rubbed her right leg with the back of my right hand, my eyes constantly watching her movements, afraid she might embarrass me. The result remained the same—no movement! I pushed back slightly, and my right hand slowly moved towards her sexy buttocks…

Wow! I touched the edge of her panties! At that moment, her buttocks twitched, and my heart skipped a beat. Thankfully, she didn't react further. It was probably just a trembling of excitement from the sudden stimulation, not a sign of resistance. I subjectively guessed. So, my right hand rubbed her tender flesh against the edge of her panties with the back of my hand… The sensation of that flesh against the edge was truly intoxicating! My body trembled slightly, a mixture of fear and ecstatic excitement. My hand began to press harder, her round buttocks feeling incredibly fleshy under my pressure.

Her skirt was incredibly thin! When my hand moved to her butt crack, I felt like I was about to suffocate. It was as if fate had deliberately arranged this opportunity for me. The people around me either had their backs to me or were looking in the opposite direction. So, I began to move my fingers up and down, my middle finger bending in the opposite direction into an arc, while the other fingers pressed against her firm, round buttocks, moving up and down… When my fingers reached the bottom, the tip of my middle finger touched the slightly protruding part between her legs. This was her…!! My blood almost went cold, the trembling feeling was no less than the pleasure of an orgasm!

I could clearly see that her ears were very red. Through her back pressed against my chest, I could feel her breathing rising and falling. At this point, she showed no sign of resistance; I guessed she was too excited to extricate herself. At this moment, the eyes of others were the biggest obstacle, and my handbag served as a perfect cover. I began to do whatever I wanted.

My palm was pressed against her buttocks, my five fingers shamelessly kneading her smooth, fleshy bottom. She actually began to move slowly. However, she never turned her head. It was clear she didn't object to the sensation!

I was overjoyed. My middle finger pressed against her thin gauze skirt, repeatedly probing into her buttocks, thrusting in and out... Her tightly closed legs gave me an even better sensation. Her upper body seemed a little limp, slowly losing her balance, and she pressed herself against my body. Because there were so many people, my mouth was already touching her short hair. I deliberately blew out puffs of hot breath. Perhaps feeling my heat, she leaned her head forward. I could tell she was a little intoxicated.

I withdrew my middle finger from her buttocks and very carefully and slowly lifted her skirt with my fingers... Perhaps she didn't feel my action, only thinking I had withdrawn my finger. She actually slowly turned her buttocks towards me. Wow! In this public place, witnessing a woman do this, I almost trembled all over! So wonderful.

Suddenly, from under her lifted skirt, my fingers touched her flesh directly. I remember her trembling at that moment, glancing around but not at me. Seeing that no one around her was paying attention, she slowly turned her head back. My mind went blank; I couldn't care less about anything! No need to be as careful as before, I directly lifted up the skirt covering her right hip. Although no one, including myself, could see her white buttocks, the tender, smooth flesh was overwhelmingly satisfying to me at that moment! My fingers began to frantically knead her buttocks, my fingers able to directly knead her nipples from outside her panties, feeling their dampness. I could confirm she was already wet. I kept pressing her nipples from bottom to top, sometimes circling, sometimes teasing, sometimes forcefully inserting a finger… Her eyes were closed, her ears red. I felt a pang of tenderness.

My fingers slowly slipped inside her panties… Ah! Touching her plump labia, I was overwhelmed with excitement, almost fainting… It was as if heaven wanted me to experience this stimulation and excitement at this time and in this place! The forbidden fruit I had tasted was truly delicious. Her vulva was already lubricated with her juices. My hand was getting a little tired, but no man would want to give up at this point. I knew I was about to get off the bus, and time was running out.

I resolutely inserted my ring finger into her vagina… The feeling of my finger sliding in was indescribable! The excitement I felt was many times greater than during normal sex. My finger began to wriggle inside… After about several seconds, her juices gushed out like a spring! Could it be that she had actually orgasmed?!

Her whole body went limp as she leaned against my body… Then I continued for a while, my lips even touching her ear. She was no longer reacting. Although I didn't reach orgasm, for any man, the satisfaction of having a strange woman submit to his sexual stimulation in public was enough.

I instinctively wanted to kiss her cheek. She suddenly straightened up, adjusted her skirt with her right hand, and slipped past me to the door. Then the bus stopped at the station, and she got off.

I really wanted to get off after her, but after only a slight hesitation, the bus started moving again. I watched her disappearing figure. In the sparse lights of the night, the bus accelerated further away… I should stop overthinking; my wife is waiting for me at home.

A Bus Adventure

Introduction: I've read many articles, but many novels are too far-fetched, completely detached from life and reality, with blatant plagiarism, and truly excellent original novels are too few. I've decided to write down some of my amazing real-life experiences and share them with everyone.

Life is more exciting than any novel, and many things are more bizarre than fiction. You might say I'm making up stories, saying, "How is that possible?" All I can say is: believe it or not.

After graduating from university, I returned to my hometown and passed the civil service exam, becoming an office worker. My qualifications were excellent: a promising future in the municipal government office, a double degree from a top university, and the undisputed heartthrob of many young women—handsome and dashing. Countless girls introduced me to friends and invited me to meals and tea. But I wasn't serious about any of them. I wanted to wait until I achieved some success in my career before seriously considering marriage. For now… just having fun!

CS is still my favorite, but that doesn't mean I'm not interested in women. I've never been immune to beautiful women. Getting back to the point, I want to tell you about a strange experience I had on a bus. Later, I told my two best friends about this extraordinary experience, and their first reaction was disbelief. It's understandable; if I hadn't experienced it myself, I would have thought it was a lie too. As the saying goes, life is more like a novel than any fiction.

I clearly remember that noon, I was waiting for the bus to work as usual. For some reason, the bus kept delaying. I waited for 15 minutes, and I was about to be late. Just as I was about to hail a taxi, a No. 7 minibus finally appeared in my sight. Later, I often thought that if that minibus hadn't appeared in time, I would never have had this extraordinary encounter. Fate is like that; often, a single thought can lead to different results. Sure enough, the bus was packed. I finally managed to squeeze on, and the driver, ignoring the passengers' complaints, kept cramming in more people. Since there aren't many people in our neighborhood, I know most of the people who wait for the bus to work every day. So when a girl struggled to get on, I noticed she was a girl I had never met on this route before.

After getting on, the girl squeezed in front of me, her back to me, gripping the handrails with both hands. The bus was so crowded there was barely any room to stand; people were packed together like fish in a sardine can, whether they wanted to or not. I was now pressed tightly against the girl's back, my head resting on her shoulder, inhaling the fragrance of her hair and body. We were so close that I could freely observe her. She looked to be in her early twenties, with naturally flowing black hair, delicate features, an oval face, and a small mouth—the kind of sweet and charming beauty. She wore a white dress, the hem of which was above her knees, showcasing her beautifully curved calves and upper thighs. Clearly, her legs were her most prized feature, hence the shorter-than-average dress. Sensing my gaze, she glanced back at me, and seeing me staring at her, quickly turned her head away.

Now I was behind her, my arms wrapped around her, her entire body in my embrace. My body was pressed against hers, and my erect penis pressed against her full buttocks through my pants. Looking down, I could see the girl's snow-white neck and her white, lace bra through the low neckline. She had a great figure, especially her slender waist and round, pert buttocks—a perfect curve. My left hand held the handrail, while my right hand, with the swaying of the bus, intentionally or unintentionally brushed against her buttocks. My lower body thrust back and forth against her cleft in the swaying motion.

I carefully observed her reaction. She seemed slightly uncomfortable, but pretended to be nonchalant, her eyes fixed on the window. At that moment, I made a bold decision, which later proved to be correct. I placed my left palm on her buttocks, gently squeezing and pressing.

Her buttocks were soft and elastic, a wonderful feeling. Her face began to blush. She glanced back at me, then turned her head away again, trying to wiggle her hips to escape my hand, but several more people boarded the bus, squeezing us even closer. Everyone was looking up; no one looked down, which emboldened me to violate her. At first, I was quite nervous, afraid the girl would scream. Even if she got angry, I could just say it was an accidental bump because it was crowded. But now it seemed she was the kind of person who cared a lot about her image, so I became even more unrestrained, enjoying the pleasure her full, soft buttocks gave my hands and genitals. I believe she sensed that I was taking advantage of her, but she silently endured it.

My face was almost touching her ear, and I intentionally breathed into her ear, bending my right arm, which was holding the handrail, to hug her. My genitals continued to thrust into her buttocks, and I felt like I was about to explode. At this moment, I made an even bolder, more risky decision. I couldn't predict the consequences, but at this point, I couldn't stop. I slipped my hand up from under her skirt and directly onto her buttocks. What pleased me was that she was wearing very tight, small thong panties, with most of her buttocks exposed. My hand slid and kneaded her full, round mounds. While doing all this, my eyes were always on the girl's face, ready to react to any changes in the situation.

When my hand slipped under her skirt and brazenly fondled her buttocks, I noticed the girl's expression was one of surprise and panic. She clearly hadn't expected me to be so audacious. She bit her lower lip, her face flushing even more, her eyes quickly scanning the surrounding passengers. Seeing that no one was paying attention, she turned back to glare at me resentfully. I glanced at her nonchalantly and then looked out the window. At that moment, I knew she was even more afraid than I was of being discovered by others, of the humiliation she was enduring. When my hand slipped diagonally under her waistband and into her panties, directly touching her soft buttocks, the feeling was something I'll never forget. The exquisite sensation was indescribable. I felt her body stiffen, her breathing quicken, and her buttocks tremble. The girl dared not look at me, enduring it with great difficulty, trying to remain calm.

Her buttocks were hot and wet. I kneaded her buttocks casually, and the girl desperately squeezed her legs together, but this couldn't stop my fingers from reaching for her genitals. Looking back, I don't know how I had such audacity; perhaps it was her repeated tolerance that emboldened me. My hand slid down the girl's buttocks to her hot, wet labia, and my breath almost stopped. To be honest, I was terrified, but my hand was surprisingly bold. Because my hand was inside her panties, which were stretched taut and dug into her buttocks, my fingers finally touched her vulva and pubic hair. The girl was already very wet; her pubic hair was soft and curly, her labia were full, and her vulva was tightly closed. My playing with her pubic hair and vulva made her resignedly stop resisting by clenching her thighs. Her thighs trembled, and she frowned, blushing, and lowered her head, enduring the pain without crying out.

When I used two fingers to slightly pry open her tightly closed vulva and tried to penetrate her vagina with my middle finger, I felt her juices flowing out. The girl clenched her legs again, and for the first time, she reached behind her to push me away, tilting her head and giving me a very resolute look, signaling me to stop. I smiled at her, knowing that she wanted to devour me at that moment, but I knew this was the limit of her endurance. The humiliation of having her buttocks and genitals fondled by a complete stranger on a bus was already extraordinary for a young girl; she would never allow me to go any further. I tactfully removed my fingers from her vulva. The girl breathed a sigh of relief. As I continued to fondle her pubic hair and buttocks, she gently swayed her hips. As long as I didn't touch her most sensitive areas, she could endure the rest. After playing for a while, I moved my hand behind her and grabbed her panties. The panties, tightly embedded in her buttocks, constricted her genitals and buttocks. Taking advantage of a sudden stop, I pulled down her panties, pulling them down to her upper thighs, completely exposing her buttocks.

The girl hurriedly reached to pull up her panties, but I stopped her. Biting her lower lip, she trembled with shock. She deliberately arched her hips back against me, preventing others from seeing what I was doing. I enjoyed freely stroking the girl's buttocks with my other hand, tracing circles on her hips with my fingertips. When my hand touched her inner thighs, they were wet; my fingers were covered in her juices. When I pressed my middle finger against her anus, her entire buttocks tightened.

As the car approached the city, I finally withdrew my wicked hand. The girl quickly pulled up her underwear. We hadn't exchanged a single word the entire way. When the car stopped, the girl quickly got off without looking back. I concluded that she tolerated my indecent behavior for several reasons: 1. Was I handsome? 2. Was she afraid of being discovered? 3. Did she think it was just normal harassment, and didn't expect me to be so bold? 4. A combination of these?

Several months have passed, and the girl hasn't appeared since. Sometimes I wonder if I'm dreaming. But I know it's all real, though it's hard to believe. I still remember every detail clearly, and I know I'll probably never encounter something like this again. That girl will become a beautiful memory for me, though it's a nightmare for her. Although she can't hear me, I sincerely want to say to her now: Beautiful lady, I'm sorry. (

01-13 Spring slumber unaware of dawn, sexual harassment on a bus, sudden moaning, young girl becomes a woman)

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