My real bus experience

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One afternoon after get off work, I was walking towards the bus stop. I had just turned the corner when I realized the bus had already passed the stop and was about to leave. Since I was walking towards the bus, the driver saw me. And since I often take the bus at this time, he probably recognized me, so he stopped for me. I boarded, said thank you, and paid my fare. I walked to the back of the bus and noticed: Hey! There's a seat at the back. I went over, and the seat was in the second-to-last row. A young woman was sitting on the outside. Judging from her appearance, she seemed quite young, probably around 24. However, she looked like she was from the countryside because her skin wasn't good; she had many freckles. Her clothing was a bit revealing, you know, not quite revealing, haha. She wore a short jumpsuit, which exposed half of her thighs while she was sitting. She wore semi-transparent stockings, and I could see the veins on her legs. As she watched me approach, she shifted slightly to let me in. Once I was seated, she crossed her right leg over her left. Women will be women! If I did that, I'd be crushed in the seat. My first thought after seeing her do that was that my legs couldn't touch hers anymore; they were too far apart. Touching someone's legs would be too obvious. However, she wasn't my type in terms of looks, so I didn't pay much attention to her.

The bus continued moving, and after a few minutes, she slowly touched my arm with hers as the bus swayed. Since we were both wearing short-sleeved shirts, the skin-to-skin contact was quite noticeable. I could feel the coolness of her arm. Little by little, her entire upper arm was pressed against mine. To be honest, her skin wasn't very smooth, or maybe mine isn't either, but it felt soft, cool, and quite comfortable. The woman would occasionally take out her phone to check the time or chat on QQ, which I only noticed out of the corner of my eye. Every time she did this, our arms would rub together quite vigorously. I chuckled to myself: This woman is quite the pro! After the car had been moving for a while, she leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes to rest, and crossed her arms in front of her chest. My left upper arm was still touching her right upper arm. Suddenly, she reached her left hand in and flicked my arm with her fingers. However, the movement was quick; she pulled away as soon as her hand touched my arm. Then, she shifted her body slightly outward and crossed her arms even more tightly in front of her chest. Immediately afterward, she leaned towards me again, and our arms were pressed together once more. This time, I could feel her left hand's fingers touching the inside of my left arm. I had been playing Dou Dizhu on my phone since getting on the bus, but now I was starting to get distracted, and my heart was racing a little. I thought: Is

this woman testing me? I continued playing Dou Dizhu (a card game), but I was getting bored and my attention was completely focused on my left arm. After a while, the girl started gently moving her fingers, flicking my arm with her fingertips. I leaned slightly closer to her; I couldn't play the game anymore.

I deliberately avoided looking at her face because she wasn't my type, but I have a thing for stockings—men like women in stockings, right? So I was still a little excited. After a while, she lowered her arm and leaned back against the seat in front of her, pretending to rest. She rested her head on her left hand, her right hand hanging down naturally, so the back of her right hand was against my left calf. That's when I understood—I finally understood! I was being molested! She didn't stay like this for long before getting up and leaning back against the seat.

I guessed she was afraid of being seen by the people behind her. At that moment, I desperately wanted those two people behind me to disappear, but after overhearing their conversation, I realized they were getting off at the same stop as me! Good heavens! This is ridiculous! They've got this forward girl, and now they've put two high-wattage third wheels next to us. Because the last row of seats is slightly higher than ours, if I move too much, they can see everything. The girl still had her legs crossed, but she was leaning slightly towards me, so I spread my legs wider and moved my bag towards her. My crotch was already pitched, but my A4-sized canvas bag provided excellent cover. My knees finally met the girl's knees! The result was predictable; she didn't flinch. I put my phone in my bag and took out my earphones and a windbreaker. I carry that windbreaker with me every day now; one purpose is to wear it in the rain, and now I'm putting it to good use. I plugged the earphones into my phone, put them on, and then draped the windbreaker over my bag. I reached my hand under the jacket, slowly, very slowly, down. Although I felt she was being very proactive, I still carefully touched her with my little finger and then left. When she didn't react, I gently placed the side of my left hand on her thigh. The bus was traveling through a section of road under construction, and the bus was swaying violently. Our legs and upper arms bumped against each other with the swaying. The section was short, and after we passed it, I noticed that my soft trench coat had collapsed because it was too soft. When I wanted to touch her legs, I had to do it through my coat, which wasn't very pleasant. I tried to lift the coat up little by little, but it was too soft, and I was also worried about being seen by the people behind me. So, I lifted the coat up, folded it in half, and deliberately looked out the window, pretending to casually lay it horizontally, with part of the coat on her side. This way, using our bags as a backdrop, the coat was draped between us, creating some space underneath. I continued to reach my left hand under the coat, and I easily touched her sheer skirt. Slowly and gently, half of my hand was on her thigh. At that moment, I really wanted to lift her skirt up little by little, but there were people all around. I restrained myself, I restrained myself, I could only restrain myself like this. But I really couldn't let it go without touching her stockings. Looking outside, I still had 5... It was about time to get off in about 10 minutes. The bus was going so fast today. I paused for a moment, then slightly shifted my leg because her leg was crossed. I slowly slid my hand down, making sure every movement was light and slow, because I was afraid the people behind me would see. After sliding down, the back of my hand touched the lower inner thigh of hers. Because she was wearing a skirt and her legs were crossed, the back of my hand could finally touch her stockings. Then, I pointed my index and middle fingers upwards and moved my fingertips from side to side, teasing her inner thigh. She continued to cross her arms over her chest and pretend to be asleep with her eyes closed. After sliding like this for a few minutes, I reached my stop. I struggled internally, wondering if I should take a few more stops and change buses to get back. But then I thought better of it. So I straightened my clothes and said to her, "Hello, I'm getting off now." She glared at me, then stepped aside to let me out. In that instant, I touched her thigh again.

That's the end of the story. Looking back, I wish she had sat in the last row; things would have turned out differently. It seems good things only happen when heaven, earth, and man are in harmony. This woman was really a little ugly. If she weren't, I really wanted to ask her, "Shall we go to a hotel?" Just kidding! Like I said last time, I haven't thought about going to a hotel with anyone yet. Although I'm a bit of a pervert, my thoughts are currently limited to public transport. The original content section requires at least 3,000 words, and I really don't know how to write the remaining few hundred. Do you guys remember the woman I mentioned last time, dressed like a salesperson or a teacher? Now I'm sure she's a salesperson from China Unicom. I have some business dealings with her company, and the local vice president of China Unicom is a distant relative of mine. Looks like I can't make a move on her anymore. I see her two or three times a week on my way to work. Every time I see her, she stares at me for a few moments, but I can't understand her gaze.

Opportunities don't come every day; when they do, you have to seize them. Don't always say you never encounter such opportunities. In all my years of taking the bus, I've only met one girl who took the initiative. The rest you need to be proactive with. Don't go too far; some girls don't mind. Just like last week, one day the bus was incredibly crowded, and I was squeezed next to the teacher I mentioned earlier. I kept nudging her with my lower body, and she would occasionally sway slightly in response. However, with her colleagues all around, neither of us dared to make any big movements. As more and more people got on the bus, I was pushed a little further away from her. Then, a young woman squeezed in through that gap. She and her boyfriend got on together; her boyfriend was turned to the side, and she had her back to me. Because the bus was so crowded, and my penis was already aroused, I was occasionally able to bump into her side buttocks. I was really afraid she would complain to her boyfriend, but after a while, she turned to the side again, so now she was completely facing away from me. With the crowd and the swaying of the bus, I could just barely touch her buttocks, but that was too dangerous, so I only touched her a few times and tried to avoid her.

Okay, that's all for today. Please forgive any grammatical errors or typos in the text. Finally, I wish all my fellow wolves a smooth journey.

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