[Sneaking around in Beijing]

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It was on the ambulance.

The bus was very crowded. I stood on the left side of the front door, holding the handrail with my left

hand

and a rolled-up newspaper in my right, listlessly staring out the window at Beijing in late autumn: bare tree branches, gray streets, and hurried pedestrians. Around the Dongdaqiao stop, quite a few people got on. Suddenly, I felt my buttocks

pressed against someone else's. Judging from the touch, it was warm, soft, elastic, and plump. Based on my experience, it should be

a mature woman between 30 and 40 years old. Hehe, exactly my type.

"Don't miss out!" I gently turned my body and stole a glance out of the corner of my eye. She was middle-aged

, but her figure hadn't changed much. She was dressed casually, probably in soft, light sweatpants.

Autumn in Beijing is actually quite chilly; many people were already layering up. Soft, thin pants like these were

rather rare.

I switched the newspaper to my left hand, letting my right hand hang naturally, and gently touched her beautiful buttocks. The thin fabric

didn't create much of a barrier to touch; I could clearly feel her body temperature and the mature,

voluptuous feel of a married woman. She didn't react to my tentative advance. Just as I was about to go all the

way , something happened.

She suddenly spoke, startling me. She was telling the child standing by the door to move further inside so he wouldn't get

caught. That's when I realized she wasn't alone. The seven or eight-year-old child was probably her son, and

the middle-aged man with the child was probably her husband, wearing the kind of narrow, black-rimmed glasses common in Taiwan—they were probably

tourists . Perhaps due to the crowded train, they had been separated when boarding; the husband

and child were standing near the front door, while she was standing by the left-hand handrail, behind me.

I don't know where I got the courage, but while she was talking to her family, even though my heart was pounding,

I still placed my palm on her buttocks, using a half-wrapping, half-supporting technique. This allowed me to feel the soft

, elastic flesh and experience the near-perfect semi-circular curve. She initially talked to her son, but

then became quieter, and a faint blush appeared on her face—she probably

sensed my caresses.

Because of the many people and the crowded conditions, her husband and son couldn't see what I was doing, so

I emboldened myself and became even more provocative. I increased the pressure of my caresses, turning the previous

light touches into a firm squeeze. At this point, a less tolerant woman

would likely glare at you fiercely and move away, or even yell and curse. But her reaction

surprised . Instead of turning around, she gently pushed her buttocks back slightly and turned her body slightly

, probably to avoid being seen. I was overjoyed; I'd struck gold.

Since she was so proactive and attentive, how could I back down? My hands began to roam over her entire buttocks, tracing their curves from the cleft to her waist. The beautiful contours of her buttocks flowed freely

in my hands . While caressing her, I also tried to sneak my middle finger along the cleft, but she didn't seem to like it. A few subtle hints were enough for me to know her preferences, so I obediently continued to caress her buttocks again and again. My upper body was pressed tightly against her back, feeling her warmth and smelling the fragrance of her hair. Still feeling unsatisfied, I put the newspaper in my bag and used both hands. 　　From her two high, firm buttocks, I gently stroked her soft, fleshy thighs, then slowly slid to her waist. Besides the buttocks, the waist is arguably the most alluring part of a middle-aged woman's body. A little extra flesh is a mark of time, but its fullness exudes sexiness, making it irresistible to touch and caress. When your hands gently rest on her waist, your lower body almost merges with her plump, shapely buttocks. The indescribable pleasure is hard to fathom without experiencing it firsthand. 　　As the bus passed each stop, passengers gradually disembarked, and the crowd thinned out. An elderly woman seemed to notice my actions, but seeing the young woman enjoying herself, she didn't say anything. I still remember the old woman's puzzled expression, haha. She probably hadn't seen such a spectacle in her entire life. 　　When the bus arrived at Tiananmen Square, she seemed to be getting off. I followed closely behind her, the two of us still pressed tightly together, my hands firmly supporting her delicate buttocks, dutifully escorting her off the bus. Then I watched her family slowly walk away. From her back, she seemed a little unsteady, probably because she was quite wet down there and her whole body was sore. 　　Everyone has the right to enjoy a bus adventure, the key is mutual affection; forcing it is never as beautiful. 　　　　　　　　　　　Sneaking around in Beijing (Original) - 2 　　That was on bus 300. 　　Perhaps because it was the height of summer, she was dressed very lightly. She looked to be around 35 years old, yet wore thin yellow shorts. She had a good figure. Perhaps because of the crowd, she stood on the steps , thus exposing her long, fair legs and plump buttocks completely to my view. I pressed myself tightly against her back, my erect penis tentatively pushing against her genitals. Perhaps sensing it was too obvious, she shifted slightly, making it impossible for me to reach her. Heh, what's a little difficulty? If there's a difficulty, overcome it; if there isn't, create one. 　　First, I assessed the situation. There was a man standing to my left and a female student to my right. Assessing the situation, I turned to the right, blocking the man's view, and my right hand discreetly reached behind her buttocks. To be precise , due to the height difference (she was on the steps, I was below), my hand could only reach the back of her thigh. Although she was middle-aged, her skin was remarkably well-maintained. My hands gently caressed the smooth, delicate skin of her inner and outer thighs. Even though it was summer, her legs were slightly sweaty and damp, but undeniably, they were incredibly shapely and beautiful—no wonder she dared to wear such a hot and revealing outfit. 　　The car was cramped; even if she knew what I was doing, there was nowhere to escape. There was no space for her to run away either; she was completely under my control. I quickly explored her legs thoroughly. To challenge myself further, I decided to attack her buttocks.

My hand slowly moved up her smooth thigh, touching the most sensual part of her body: the cleft beneath her

buttocks . Following the edge of her panties, I slowly savored her fleshy bottom. In this

crowded bus, my hand brazenly roamed inside the shorts of the young woman in front of me, freely exploring her

warm, plump buttocks. The female student next to me also saw my actions, her eyes showing a hint of disdain

, but she said nothing, turning her head to continue listening to her MP3 player.

Later, someone got off the bus next to us, making room for a seat, and the beautiful woman in front of me quickly turned and sat down.

Same old trick, still not out of my grasp. Sitting on the seat, her legs were at the same height as my hand

. I leaned forward slightly, blocking the view of the person next to me, and my right hand began to openly caress her

thigh. She probably thought that having a seat would allow her to escape my clutches, so seeing my brazenness, she had no

choice . However, stroking her smooth thighs with my right hand felt a bit awkward, and using my left hand would be easily seen by

others . So, I had a sudden inspiration and placed my right hand between her back and the seat back.

With my hand hanging naturally, I could easily stroke her plump buttocks. After stroking

like this for a while, she suddenly asked the ticket seller if we had reached stop XX. It seemed we were about to get off. In order to make a final sprint,

I took a risk and slipped my right hand inside her shorts from behind, once again making intimate contact with her buttocks. When

she sat down, her buttocks were firmer and more elastic, not as soft as when she was standing,

but still quite charming. I enjoyed this for a few more minutes, and then she hurriedly got off the bus. As I watched her leave

, I hugged her, thanking her for her tolerance and thoughtfulness throughout the journey, for her cooperation and

patience , and for her silence and indulgence.

Sneaking around in Beijing (Original) - 3

Another time was on bus 302.

That day, by sheer coincidence, I wasn't wearing underwear, so I just slipped on a pair of soccer shorts—

the kind of soft material I preferred. It's summer, so anything goes. A mother and daughter

caught my eye the moment they got on the bus. The daughter was around 20 years old, tall and slender, easily 1.75 meters, wearing

jeans and a tight top. The mother was voluptuous, wearing thin dress pants of excellent quality; the fabric

even had a crease around her buttocks, perfectly embracing her ample hips.

Because of her prominent buttocks, even standing upright, it seemed as if she was deliberately sticking out her warm,

elastic buttocks. Judging from their appearance, they were under 45. Based on my preferences and principles, I resolutely

chose the mother as my target. Mature woman, mature beauty, voluptuous beauty, beauty that has weathered many storms—exactly my

type.

Because I made my decision early and acted quickly, I preemptively seized the most advantageous position. I

gripped , my lower body perfectly aligned with her plump buttocks. My penis was nestled diagonally into the cleft of her buttocks

. Perhaps mindful of her image in front of her daughter, or perhaps simply enjoying the position, she didn't

say much, just standing there quietly. As the bus swayed, and with my penis no longer

restrained by my underwear, it quickly became erect and proud. She probably felt a little uncomfortable with my penis poking her so abruptly,

and made a move that surprised even me.

She suddenly lifted her right leg onto the step, exposing her buttocks even more completely

, and her large buttocks were thrust back even further. I've met a master today! I quickly took a step forward,

further perfecting our position. In this position, my penis could reach right down to her,

and I could freely thrust in and out of her open buttocks. In the crowded bus, she actively invited me into this

lewd and erotic position, as if we were having anal sex.

As the car swayed, I thrust in and out. Her buttocks were incredibly fleshy and elastic. I

was only she was only wearing thin dress pants; our private parts were separated by just

three layers of extremely thin clothing. I could clearly feel the elasticity of her buttocks, and as the head of my penis entered, I

could vaguely feel the indentation of a certain part of her body.

There was absolutely no verbal communication, only tacit understanding and intuition. In this comfortable and pleasurable intercourse,

I lasted for about ten minutes before ejaculating. I have to admit, in front of this sexually voracious and experienced mature woman

, I seemed very inexperienced. As any enthusiast knows, once you ejaculate, you lose interest. I used my bag to

cover my already soaked shorts, symbolically stroking her plump buttocks. I think she must have been very

disappointed. Sigh, my own lack of skill meant I couldn't blame her for being unsatisfied.

She seemed completely unaffected, her expression natural, still leisurely gazing out the window, though she lowered her leg from

the steps , resuming her normal standing posture. A few stops later, she and her daughter got off.

As they left, I affectionately stroked her beautiful legs and buttocks, giving her a couple of pats on the bottom

as a gesture of remorse for my less-than-ideal behavior earlier. Even

though I've been away from Beijing for a long time, these memories remain vividly in my mind. These are

some of my success stories; there were other unsuccessful attempts as well, but regardless, they all became

indispensable companions in my life, whether for a minute or half an hour.

Goodbye, Beijing.

Goodbye, the days of sneaking around on Beijing buses.

Sneaking Around in Beijing (Original) - 4

Frequently spending time on buses, I inevitably had close encounters with all sorts of Amway employees. Amway

employees are actually quite easy to spot. On crowded buses, they wear suits, carry gift bags, and

have light makeup on. In the chaotic carriage, they are a relatively attractive sight. Most

of are middle-aged, mature women, making them my primary targets.

Once, on bus 3xx, I was standing opposite the ticket seller when a mature woman boarded near Haidian.

Judging from her attire and outfit, I could roughly guess she was an Amway employee. In a second, I quickly assessed her

entire body: slightly plump, to borrow a term from a novel, voluptuous. Her knee-length skirt was stretched taut by her

ample , and she wasn't wearing stockings, but rather strappy sandals on her slightly plump yet fair skin.

Her tender calves looked even more alluring. Her short top was stretched taut, almost bursting open, revealing the marks left by her

bra straps on her back.

How could I let such a sexy woman slip by? As the passengers slowly moved further in, I

deliberately took a half-step back when she approached me, creating just enough space in front of me

. Sure enough, she didn't bother squeezing in any further and readily stood in front of me.

The train was very crowded, so I held onto the handrails with both hands, allowing me to confidently press my lower body against her

firm , plump, and soft buttocks. We were almost overlapping, and it seemed as if my

entire body enveloped her.

Because it was summer, I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, while she wore a lightly made skirt suit. With only two or three

thin layers of fabric between us, I could clearly feel the curves of her body, especially her prominent buttocks—full

yet soft, fleshy yet elastic. As the car swayed and bumped, I remained pressed close to her,

silently feeling her tenderness and warmth. She was initially a little uncomfortable, but given the crowded

conditions on the bus, she couldn't avoid me, and eventually pretended not to notice.

My penis was already proudly erect, but it wasn't very noticeable through the shorts, and her skirt was stretched taut by her

buttocks , making it difficult for my penis to penetrate her cleft.

After pressing close like this for more than ten minutes, I suddenly had a thought and decided to take things further.

I shifted slightly to the left, placing my right leg between hers, so my penis was pressed against her

left buttock. I deliberately pulled up my right shorts, allowing my bare thigh to press against the smooth, delicate inner thigh along the slit in the back of her

skirt . This feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.

Compared to the hazy sensation of rubbing against each other through clothing, it felt like we were naked together. I

could truly feel the softness of her skin, the warmth and fleshiness of her private area.

This action probably surprised her; she tried to close her legs, but I pressed them tightly together,

and she couldn't manage it. To my surprise, she first smiled and looked down, then smiled

back and said to me, "Don't push." I was used to women's lamb-like forbearance and submissiveness, so her flirtatious

smile and the suggestion to stop pushing felt a little strange, but it quickly emboldened me to take further

action.

I removed my hands from her back and casually placed them on her fleshy back. The signals

from told me she was a middle-aged woman who had gained weight; her tightly fastened bra left obvious

marks on her back. I ran my hands over her from top to bottom, carefully feeling the contours of her back, its elasticity and warmth.

When I reached her waist, I slowed down, focusing on the sensual curves of her flesh.

I even slipped my fingers inside her clothes to touch her stomach—smooth, warm, and incredibly sexy.

And so, with my hands caressing her back and my lower body pressed against her plump buttocks, I enjoyed

the . She got off at Tuanjiehu, and as she left, she glanced back at me. Her makeup was very light,

but it couldn't hide the alluring blush on her face.

Sneaking Around in Beijing (Original) - Part 5

Another time, a woman in her forties, an Amway distributor, was chatting with a woman sitting next to her about skincare and

cosmetics . I stood behind her, listening attentively while gently caressing her soft, beautiful

buttocks. She was wearing thin silk pants, which felt wonderful to the touch. You'd think she would easily notice my touch,

but to my surprise, she and the other woman seemed completely unaffected, laughing and talking

. Was she oblivious, or was she enjoying it?

A woman's buttocks in her forties are no longer incredibly elastic, but the

gentle warmth and affability that comes with age is what attracts me most. In these subtle touches, I focused on

the intensely arousing sensuality, gently tracing the edge of her panties with my fingers. From left to right, from right to

left, I played with them carefully, reluctant to let go.

Later, the other woman got off the bus, but she didn't take the empty seat; instead, she gave it to someone else. Heh,

perhaps she couldn't bear to part with my caresses? In the crowded throng, I pressed myself tightly against her from behind, my left hand for

balance while my right continued to gently caress her mature, voluptuous buttocks.

Unexpectedly, she started talking to me! She asked if I usually took any health supplements, and, chuckled,

began trying to sell me her treasures. She then commented on my complexion, saying I shouldn't take care of myself.

While she chatted, my hand wasn't idle, continuing to feel her beautiful, semi-circular curves. Her

eyes seemed to flicker with interest, and thinking I was interested, she turned around to explain more earnestly, and we

were now standing face-to-face, pressed tightly together.

I pressed my right hand against her buttocks, pressing her slender body firmly against my erect penis. She still didn't

react; I truly couldn't fathom her thoughts. And so, my penis pressed tightly against her vulva, the two of us

maintaining this ambiguous, almost intercourse-like position, while casually chatting about Amway products. She told

me she used to be an elementary school teacher. Heh, just thinking about a female teacher now being controlled by my lewd hands in this

wanton position gave me a strange sense of excitement.

This is too short, so I'm including someone else's excerpt.

I used to be...

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