Encountering a mature woman on the bus

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I think it was around 2009, I was a sophomore in college, probably in November. It was my birthday, and my girlfriend wanted me to go back to my hometown to be with her, so I took the afternoon bus. The direct bus from my school to my hometown only ran twice a day, at 9 am and 4 pm. Those who understand know how difficult it is for a college student to catch the 9 am bus in winter, so I took the 4 pm bus. Hehe, actually, my reason for choosing the afternoon bus was simple: I couldn't get up in the morning. But ever since that romantic encounter on the bus, I've always taken the 4 pm bus home. But sadly, good things are always so hard to come by. Okay, enough said, everyone's probably a little emotional now, let's get to the point.
Around 3:40 pm, I arrived at the station. Actually, it wasn't really a station, just a pick-up point, because there wasn't much direct travel between my school and my hometown, so there wasn't a direct bus line yet. After waiting for about 20 minutes, the bus arrived. Holy crap, when the bus got closer, I realized how incredibly crowded it was; there were only a few empty seats left. Heh, since I'm in great shape, the rugged type, I managed to snag a seat without much trouble. But this seat made my heart race. Next to me sat a young woman, a woman exuding a captivating fragrance, a woman wearing unusually revealing stockings in this cold winter. And what really made my nose bleed was that she was wearing my favorite kind of Japanese-style stockings over them! Holy crap, at that moment, I was completely bewildered. This was the epitome of mature woman seduction, the kind of mature woman who's just starting out.
Just then, I noticed a bag on the seat next to her, so I mustered up my courage and said to her, "Sister, is this your bag? Can I...?"
When she saw me say that, she simply took the bag and placed it on her legs, which were clad in black stockings, but didn't give me any expression. This annoyed me, and at the same time, I was thinking to myself, "Damn you, you slut, pretending to be demure in front of me, huh? Who knows where you're going to deliver this to me now."
I was also quite sensible, thinking that this was the end of it, and there wouldn't be any further developments. But, hehe, that's just how the world is, always giving unexpected surprises. About two hours later, it was completely dark outside. The driver assumed the passengers wanted to rest, so he didn't turn on the lights. Hehe, it was this dark environment that created an ambiguous atmosphere between me and the mature woman next to me. Slowly, with the vibrations of the car, my calves inching closer to the beautiful legs of the mature woman in black stockings. Hehe, I slowly felt the warmth of those beautiful legs. To be honest, my heart was racing like never before in my 20-plus years of life. Hehe, seeing that the mature woman didn't react, and that she was facing out the window, I knew I was in for a surprise. Haha, you little slut, let's see how I play with you later.
Having read many similar posts before, I knew that if a woman pretends not to notice when you make advances on her, then she's tacitly agreeing. Of course, I didn't completely believe it. My biggest move right now was pressing my legs against hers. I had to let her know that I was going to have something happen between us in the car, and that my actions were completely intentional. So I quietly placed one hand on her beautiful leg, my palm slowly sliding down her thigh, feeling the sexiness of the black stockings and the warmth of her leg. Clearly, my movement was a bit too abrupt or sudden, because she immediately grabbed my hand. I could feel that her palm was already soaked with sweat. Heh, what a repressed yet alluring mature woman. But my hand didn't stop because of her grabbing it; on the contrary, I moved even more aggressively, directly from her thigh to her calf, while my other hand grabbed her hand that was trying to stop me. At that moment, I felt like I was going all out, and she seemed to sense my determination. Heh, now I was the butcher, and she was the fish on the chopping block.
So, I slowly leaned my head closer to her body, my lips near her ear. A sweet fragrance wafted over, and I breathed warm air into her ear, whispering in a gentle voice, "Sister, you're so beautiful, especially your legs, they're intoxicating."
"Hehe, really? Little brother, you've got some nerve." Sure enough, that saying is true; women of any age and in any environment don't refuse compliments on their beauty.
"It's not that I'm bold, it's just that you're truly beautiful, sister. Those legs are the sexiest I've ever seen." I continued to praise her, and these were truly my inner thoughts.
This time, she just smiled at me, a knowing smile. Actually, I'm not stupid; I knew the next moment would be absolutely intoxicating. So, this time, both my hands started moving. One hand continued to caress her legs, while the other quietly reached towards her upper body. Perhaps she was afraid of being seen, because she glared at me. Suddenly, I had a brilliant idea. I noticed the bag on her lap and said, "Sister, you can hold onto this bag. I really can't take it anymore!"
"You're so mean! You're already like this at such a young age. What will you be like in the future?" Although she said that, she still cooperated and held onto the bag that was originally on her lap. This way, I could use the bag as cover to do whatever I wanted. Despite it being winter, my hands were warm enough in this tense situation, so I went straight to her bra. When my hand touched her bra, I was delighted; it was the kind with a smooth surface that I liked. So I started playing with her breasts through the bra, I think they were a 34D, or at least very big. She was panting softly as I was pinching them. I knew the time was right, so I immediately started kneading her nipples. They weren't big, but they were now completely hard from being engorged with blood. I really wanted to suck on them right away. Her breathing became noticeably heavier, and her face slowly turned red. She leaned closer to me until her whole body was in my arms. I cursed inwardly, "Damn it, wasn't she acting all coy in front of me at the beginning?" While I was playing with her breasts, I noticed that my little brother was also proudly erect. I felt my blood boiling, so I immediately grabbed her nipples and placed them on my penis. A mature woman is a mature woman; she naturally started stroking them with her hand.
At this point, I finally couldn't hold back anymore. I said directly to her, "I want to play with your pussy, play with your little cunt!"
She didn't say anything, but continued to stroke my penis as if she were enjoying it. So, without asking her opinion, I directly put my hand inside her tight skirt and touched her cunt through the stockings. When I touched her cunt, I could clearly feel that it was already very wet. Although it was through the stockings, her juices had already seeped out of the stockings. Moreover, when I touched her cunt through the stockings, I was surprised to find that she was wearing a thong.
"You little slut, you're so wet, and you're wearing a thong underneath. Tell me, where are you going?" I asked, suppressing my lustful voice.
"My husband works in ** city. Today is our wedding anniversary, and he asked me to go see him." She said naturally. She really is a slut. It seems that she is desperate because her husband is not around.
When I heard her answer, the string of words like "married woman," "black stockings," "thong," and "mature woman" fueled my lust even more. So, I did something I never expected: my hand, hidden inside her skirt, suddenly grabbed the crotch of her stockings and ripped them open. She was clearly shocked by my action; her beautiful eyes flashed with anger. But I couldn't care less. I directly inserted two fingers into her already overflowing, wet vagina. She was probably overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure, her small hands working even harder on my penis. I, without a second thought, used two fingers to probe and dig inside her vagina. Ah, with my other hand, I kneaded her nipples even harder. Then, like during sex, I inserted three fingers into her vagina. I finally felt the tightness inside. I tried three shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust and nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust, combined with kneading her breasts and lightly licking her earlobe. Soon, I felt a spasm in her vagina, her vagina clenching and releasing my fingers repeatedly. Then she let out a muffled groan. I knew this little slut had orgasmed. Under this visual stimulation, and with her stroking me even faster with her hand, I knew I was about to come too. Just as she was lying on top of me, panting heavily, I suddenly roared and ejaculated. I ejaculated very quickly and satisfyingly.
She obviously noticed, but this slut did something I never expected. Instead of immediately removing her hand, she gently touched my glans with her fingers, slowly soothing it. She even carefully and meticulously pricked my urethral opening with her fingernails. My God, how could there be such a wonderful woman? Then, she slowly cleaned the semen off my penis with her hand, wiped it with a wet wipe, and finally wiped her own hands and her still-orgasmic vulva. Heh, this kind of thoughtfulness is something a young girl would never do. A mature woman, indeed, has her own unique charm.
After everything calmed down, she suddenly said to me mischievously, "Look, you naughty slut, you tore someone else's stockings! Luckily, she brought several pairs, otherwise how would she get along with her husband tonight?"
"Heh, then just say I fucked her on the train, haha!" I joked.
...
And so, as we chatted, the train arrived at its stop around 8 o'clock. But after she got off the bus, I realized I'd forgotten something: I hadn't asked for her phone number. You know, a stunningly beautiful mature woman like her is a rare find in everyday life. Sometimes I wonder if I'm being silly or just naive. Many times afterward, I took that bus, but I never saw her again—that gorgeous mature woman.

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