Shenyang bus free groping

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Working in Shenyang, I take the bus every day. Anyone who's been to Shenyang knows its public transportation system is
incredibly developed, with bus routes covering almost every corner of the city. Almost all residents rely on buses, so
overcrowding is a defining characteristic of Shenyang's public transport.

My daily commute involves a small bus—not exactly small, more like medium-sized—and since
there's only one bus on this route, the crowding is unimaginable. Besides those in seats, the aisle is packed
with people, all pressed together. The driver of this bus is clearly obsessed with making money, seemingly
unconcerned about accidents. Regardless of how many people are on the bus, if they see someone waiting, they'll haul them on.
This behavior is often met with disdain from passengers, especially women!

Many people have probably had this experience: unintentional physical
contact , especially in summer when they wear less clothing, resulting in more contact. I've seen people
share their experiences of being harassed on buses. Actually, using the word "harassing" isn't always accurate,
because on public transport, it's not always just you taking advantage; many times, it's the woman taking
advantage Sometimes, women even initiate contact. It mainly depends on how handsome you are! This is
a pattern I've observed!

I once encountered a bold woman, of average appearance, probably from the suburbs of Shenyang, dressed in a very
rural style. I suspect she had a high sex drive. That time, I was standing in the aisle, holding onto the handrail with my left hand.
She stood to my side, facing me, and rubbed her breasts against me. At first, it was just tentative, but when I didn't
notice, she rubbed harder. I pretended not to notice, but the softness of her breasts was immediately
apparent.

Actually, this is a piece of advice: when a woman takes the initiative, never show that you know.
Women are easily embarrassed, and that will make her feel awkward and ruin her lewd mood, making her easily stop
! Some might say, "That doesn't count. She might have just bumped into you by chance, and you don't know
what she's thinking, so how do you know she's actively flirting?" Well, that depends on how you test the waters.
When the bus is on a bumpy road, there's swaying, right? I pretend to sway myself, so my body rubs against her breasts
, which intensifies her pleasure. Sure enough, she pressed herself closer, and it felt amazing!
What a slut!

I also met a really sexy one. She had a great figure, wore tight jeans, and was fairly good-looking,
about 163 cm tall, with big breasts, a big butt, and thin legs. She was quite pretty from the side. That time, I was standing
behind her, and she was thrusting her butt against my penis, making it incredibly hard. I think she noticed,
but she just thrust even harder. Seeing how sexy she was, I simply slipped a finger of my left hand into her butt
crack , roughly behind her anus and vaginal opening. She didn't object, and I
rubbed between her thighs little by little, matching the swaying of the car. That time was really great!

There are many similar experiences, such as a college student bending over to cooperate with me, etc.
Since it's far from the topic, I won't go into details. Of course, if you want to hear more, I can
write a sequel under this topic, or start a new topic. It all depends on your curiosity! Getting back to the point,
what I'm going to tell you today is something I think is quite typical and also quite stimulating—"frontal groping."

Many people on buses might only experience unintentional physical contact, or their penis might just be
touching a woman's buttocks. My experience that day was the ultimate act of public transport molestation: I
groped a high school student's vagina from the front. Let me explain what happened in detail!

It was May 1st, just a couple of days ago. I had the day off and wanted to go shopping, so I took that
bus. When I got on, it wasn't very crowded yet, because my boarding spot was close to the terminal station, so it
wasn't packed. However, there were no seats left, so I had to stand. As soon as I boarded, I
noticed four women on the bus.

Among them was the high school student; she was standing not far from the rear exit. I
got off at the front of the bus, and there was another woman to my left. At that time, the bus wasn't very crowded, and there was no obstruction
of view . If I had done anything at that moment, I would definitely have been in trouble! Soon we arrived at the next stop, where
there were many more people waiting, mostly out having fun. A large group of people rushed in, and the bus quickly filled up.
I stood behind the woman closest to me, thinking about the exciting things to come.

But a few more people boarded shortly after, and the ticket collector started assigning seats. I was squeezed
near the back door, next to the high school student, who was sitting to my right, towards the back. This
was an unfamiliar spot. The bus was packed tightly together, and I couldn't change seats
. My mood plummeted; I thought, "No fun this time."

But suddenly, my right hand touched something very smooth and delicate. I immediately realized it was skin,
and specifically, the skin of a hand. Whose hand had I grabbed? I couldn't be sure it was a woman's; what if it was a man's
?

I looked down and saw it was that high school girl. She was carrying a bag in her left hand,
right next to my right. So, I calmly looked up, pretending not to know she was behind me, and
casually flicked my right hand towards her. After a couple of bumps, she seemed to realize it.

I saw out of the corner of my eye that she also glanced down, then looked at me. Seeing that I didn't notice, she
started moving her hand closer to me too. You might say, "You're lucky!" Hehe, I think I'm
pretty handsome, and I was quite popular with girls back in school. Anyway, seeing her take the initiative, I became
bolder. Because once you get a woman involved, everything else is easier. I'm sure
you all understand this feeling!

I slightly extended my right hand, so that when I touched her hand, it felt like I was holding it
. Her hand was so delicate; it felt wonderful. Suddenly, a
woman in her forties standing in front of her spoke to her: "This bus is really crowded. Next time, let's not ride it; let your uncle drive
."

The high school girl replied, but I didn't quite hear what she said, nor did I pay attention, because I
was completely bewildered. I assumed the girl was traveling alone or with a companion.
But no matter how much I thought about it, I never imagined that the woman was her mother. She came with her mother, and my hand
was still holding her daughter's hand...

Continuing from above, after finding out that the woman was her mother, I was stunned. I thought to myself, "Luckily I found out
early, otherwise, if we had started a large-scale operation and her mother found out, she would have killed me."
The first rule of public bus molestation is that the victim should ideally be alone. Just as I was thinking this with relief, the bus arrived at another
stop, and five or six more people got on, filling the bus to capacity.
There wasn't , let alone any chance of being noticed.

At this moment, her mother turned her head away, her back to us, which increased the opportunity to make my move. I tentatively
reached my hand in front of the girl, but this time I didn't touch the girl's hand, but rather a piece of fabric—
that's right, the girl's jeans. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye and saw that she was looking back at the back of the bus. So I
quickly looked down, and lo and behold, my right hand was right there on the girl's left leg.

Taking advantage of her inattention, I took a closer look at her. She was about 167 cm tall, which was quite tall. She was
wearing a white women's blouse and tight jeans, which made her thighs look long. Her breasts didn't look
very large , probably at the early development stage of a high school girl. She had her hair in a ponytail with a few bangs in front,
and she wore glasses, or rather, nearsighted glasses. She was probably a good student. She was fairly pretty, not the stunning
type, but rather a bit ladylike. She had a large forehead, and a very innocent look
. She probably hadn't even had a boyfriend before.

I started to place my palm on her left thigh. She seemed to feel it, looked in my direction, and when she saw that I wasn't
paying attention, she ignored it. She probably thought it was unintentional, so I became bolder and touched it
. As expected of a young girl's legs, they felt very elastic. As I touched them...

Suddenly, it occurred to me that if I moved my hand a little further in that direction, I could reach her crotch area. Just
then the car accelerated sharply, and I naturally leaned back. My right hand slid across the surface and bumped
into a piece of fabric with sharp edges. I guessed that what I touched was her front door, so a little further down I could reach her
vulva. I shifted my body slightly closer to her and looked
around . It seemed like the perfect opportunity.

There was only one person facing me—a man standing behind the girl. However, because of
the girl's body, he couldn't see what I was doing. After deciding what I was doing, I moved my right hand towards
the girl's vulva. I had never done anything like this before, touching a woman's vulva from the front. Often,
the conditions weren't right, but this time, the favorable conditions made me feel confident I was going to have a great time!

My right hand unintentionally started to touch the zipper area of her jeans. I knew there was
nothing except pubic hair, and I couldn't observe the girl's reaction to being touched, so I waited for the right opportunity to touch
her. With a bump in the car, my hand naturally moved downwards.

At that moment, I felt my index and middle fingers dig into the girl's genitals. Because the girl
was standing , my hand was inserted between her legs, and I could feel her inner thighs on both sides
. After I touched her, the girl reacted strongly, immediately pulling her body back.

Her action startled me. I thought I had touched the girl's clitoris. After all, she was a young
girl , and quite sensitive. To be honest, I didn't press her there forcefully, just lightly. I didn't
expect her reaction to be so strong. She looked at me and then looked down, realizing that my
hand was right in front of her pubic area. But there was nowhere else to go in the car, so she didn't do anything and returned to
normal.

After my first attempt, I waited a minute or two. This kind of thing needs to be done slowly and gradually.
If I start groping her all at once, she'll definitely notice. So, I waited for my next chance.

After the first "trial touch," I decided to go all out this time. The bus arrived at the next stop,
and some people got off, passing by our side. To make way for them,
those of us standing near the back door had to squeeze together to create space. That's when my opportunity came. During the squeeze, the girl
lifted one leg, widening her legs. I took the chance to forcefully reach down with my right hand,
easily reaching her buttocks. After finding the right spot, I slowly
slid my index and middle fingers along the girl's genitals, soon finding the area near her vagina. My hand began to tremble slightly to create
friction.

This really got the girl into a bind. She actually stretched out her left hand to block my right, but my right hand was
blocked. She started to fight back directly. However, because I was standing right next to her, I could clearly hear
her breathing becoming heavier. The stimulation earlier had probably aroused her. I thought to myself, "That's good
. If she gets excited, she'll get into the mood. The previous two probing steps were just to help her quickly
transition from a calm state to an excited state. That way, she'll be more proactive. It all depends on what kind of
person she is!"

"Tell your dad to go to XX mall, we'll go to the supermarket first!" Mom suddenly turned around and spoke. The
girl pretended nothing had happened, immediately returning to normal, and said, "Isn't Dad coming with us?"

"Huh? What?" Suddenly, the man standing behind the girl spoke up. The girl replied,
"Nothing, I wasn't talking to you!"

Holy crap, that "Dad" was truly earth-shattering! How was I supposed to know that there
was another girl's dad on the bus out of nowhere? I broke out in a cold sweat. So the man standing behind the girl was her dad!
Now the whole family was there. I couldn't help but secretly glance at the man's expression, trying to find out if he had noticed my
actions ...

"Look at all these people, and you're still going!" The girl's dad seemed to be feeling a bit
uncomfortable from the crowd and started complaining. Earlier, I was worried that her dad had seen me touching his daughter's private parts
. I stood there frozen, terrified that the man would call me over. I really ran into
trouble . I thought she was just on the bus by herself, but then her mother appeared, and now
her father has suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The mother is fine; people say sons are closer to their mothers, and daughters are closer to their fathers. But if the father finds out I'm taking advantage of him...
My daughter's actions were so blatant, I almost killed her! I'm shuddering now! But judging from her dad's expression, he didn't seem
to notice . Apparently, his attention was focused on the crowded car. He complained to himself for a while, then his daughter
turned around and jokingly said, "When we get back from shopping, you can call us a taxi!"

Hehe, what a lovely family! Thinking this, I felt a lot more relaxed, because I realized her dad
hadn't noticed. Even though he hadn't, I still had to stop. After all, with her dad around,
it's better to be cautious!

But I also felt a lot of disappointment. I had thought I could unzip her jeans,
slip inside, and touch her until she was wet! The perfect position, the perfect environment, the perfect
mood—the perfect opportunity to go all out! But all of that was impossible. Just as I was feeling disappointed, I
suddenly

it dawned on me—the girl was actively moving closer to me. Had I enjoyed touching her earlier
, and now she wanted more?! My mind raced, processing the girl's thoughts. I figured that's
how things were, that's the situation. I glanced at her dad out of the corner of my eye; he was
wiping sweat from his brow, not paying any attention to me. Besides, he was standing behind his daughter, so he couldn't easily see
what I was doing. I didn't care anymore. Since her daughter had offered herself up, what was there
to be afraid ?

The girl wanted it, right? If she wanted it, I'd give it to
her. I bent two fingers of my right hand and moved them towards her . This time, I didn't take the initiative; I just wanted to see how she would get aroused. She moved closer
, and soon her left leg touched my hand again. Then, she began to tentatively move
closer. I realized my hand was about to touch the inside of her thigh. With a little effort, her genitals landed
perfectly on my two fingers.

I could feel the stimulation was still intense for her, because she shifted her hips slightly, pulling away from my
fingers a little, breathing heavily. A moment later, she was "sitting"

back up. This time, I started moving my fingers, gently rubbing her, and noticed she was starting to lose her balance,
writhing her body. I guessed she was now fully aroused,
so I increased the intensity of the rubbing. Her movements became more pronounced, but she stopped writhing. I guess she was afraid her dad would find out she was doing this
secretly , and instead, she grabbed my right hand with her left
, removing it from her genitals. It seemed this stimulation had truly overwhelmed her.

I was quite surprised; I hadn't expected this girl to be so wild when she was aroused. It
was . From her speech, mannerisms, and clothing, you'd think she was a pure and refined lady,
the kind from a well-to-do family. You'd never guess she was so wild! This was truly an eye-opener!

"Ah...no, it's too hot!..." the girl said, whether it was because I touched her and
made her feel warm, or because she was genuinely hot... but her mother seemed to take it seriously, and turned around
and said, "It's hot, huh? After everyone gets off at the next stop, you can stand here by the window."

Damn it! I thought to myself, now it's difficult for the girl to stand here.
Besides, the bus is getting closer and closer to the terminal, more and more people are getting off, and fewer and fewer are getting on. By the time the next
stop arrives... There weren't many people on the bus anymore, so it seemed impossible to have another chance with her.

Just then, the girl's left hand came closer, rubbing against my right. I guessed she
wasn't thinking of letting me touch her private parts anymore, but touching other places was still okay. So I cooperated by opening
my right hand and holding hers, just openly holding it like a couple, and she
didn't object or try to avoid it.

We maintained this position until the bus reached the next stop. Now the bus was... After more than half the passengers had left
, I let go of the girl's hand. Her mother arranged for her to sit near the window, and I found
a window seat to stand in as well.

During the ride, I noticed the girl glancing at me frequently, while the three of them
chatted about what they were going to do in town. I kept glancing at her, and sometimes our
eyes have imagined how amazing it was!

Touching someone on the bus is so satisfying; it's pure, free entertainment, and sometimes it's
consensual . In Shenyang, going to a bathhouse for a prostitute costs at least 400 yuan, but touching someone on the bus is free
and enjoyable!

Finally, we reached the last stop, and we all got off. She and her parents walked ahead of me, and I could see her figure
clearly . It was the first time I'd ever seen a high school girl's body like that. Inside the bus, it was too close
to see properly, but I could see she had a perfect S-curve, a shapely bottom, and not an ounce of excess fat. Thinking about how I'd
just her, I felt another surge of pleasure…
【over】

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