Bus sex trip

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Awei is a friend of mine. He works at a bank in the countryside, and he usually goes back to the city on weekends,

rarely inviting me to his place. The reason I'm going to see him today is because the hard drive he asked me

to repair fixed, and he urgently needs it, so he asked me to bring it to him.

As soon as I got on the bus, I regretted agreeing so readily. Look at the weather—it's scorching hot,

the sun is so strong it's practically steaming the ground, let alone this minibus that's the only one going to K village. What kind of

conditions can a minibus have? No air conditioning, so you have to open the windows, and the wind blowing in is also hot.

Probably because it's so hot, I didn't see many people when I got on; maybe they were all waiting in the waiting room for the

bus to start moving. It's a 22-seat minibus, and I found a double seat by the window. I'm not stupid enough to

sit in that scorching hot spot by the window. I checked my watch; the bus was leaving in five minutes. Even though

it was as hot as a sauna, I endured it, otherwise, it wouldn't be good if a bunch of old farmers fought me for my seat.

"Clatter clatter clatter..."

The bus engine finally started. The driver turned around and saw only me sitting

inside the woman selling tickets, "We're about to leave! Let everyone who bought a ticket get on!"

He then smiled at me and said, "Look at this weather, nobody wants to go out!"

I smiled back and said, "Yeah, if it weren't for the struggle to make a living, who would want to suffer like this?"

He pulled out a cigarette and tossed it to me, then said, "Judging by your appearance, you must be from the city, right? What? Going to the countryside?"

I took his cigarette, nodded, and said, "Yes, to give some to a friend..." "I'm dropping off a friend."

He asked, "Oh, where do you get off?"

I asked curiously, "Doesn't this bus go to K Village?"

He frowned and said, "It does go to K Village, but many people get on and off along the way. If no one gets off at K Village

, I usually stop halfway. If it's not a market day, there aren't many people going to K Village. Today... I guess

not many people will go to K Village either?"

I laughed and said, "Then you'll have to work hard. Unfortunately, I'm only getting off at K Village."

He smiled wryly and said, "The customer is always right. Unless you want to, can I force you to get off?"

I smiled and didn't say anything more. I flicked the half-smoked cigarette out the window, grabbed the bottled water I bought on the bus,

and gulped it down. Today, even smoking a cigarette was so annoying, and drinking more than half a bottle of water still didn't quench my thirst. Thinking about

the several hours of travel ahead, I quickly stood up and said to the driver, "Sir, could you please watch this passenger for me?

I'm going to buy a bottle of water, I'll be right back!"

He turned around and replied, "Okay!"

When I got back on the bus, it was quite full, but no one was sitting in my seat, so

the driver must have been considerate. I was grateful and tossed him a bottle of water. "Here you go, sir!"

"Oh, okay, thank you, thank you!"

I sat down in my seat; the seat next to me was still empty. It must have been exposed to the sun for too long; just

looking at the gleam reflecting off the leather seat cushion made my eyes sting, let alone sitting on it

in the scorching heat.

The bus was leaving in a minute, and everyone except the seat next to me was occupied. Perhaps because I

looked like a city dweller based on my clothes, none of the honest, unassuming farmers offered to let me move over and

sit next to them. Fine, I didn't want to squeeze in with these sweaty, smelly farmers; I was happy to sit alone—

it was comfortable!

"Wait a minute!" a woman's voice called out. What bad luck! I thought this huge spot would be

all it looks like I'll have to squeeze in with everyone else. Sigh, I guess I'll just have to endure it for a few more hours!

Sure enough, the woman who boarded later looked around and walked towards my seat. I looked her over; she

was probably around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with delicate features and fair skin. She wore a short-sleeved light yellow blouse

and a greyish-white skirt, carrying a small travel bag. She didn't look like an average

countrywoman .

Whether it was the heat or because she noticed me looking at her, her cheeks flushed a

rosy making her look incredibly cute. For someone like me, having a woman like that sitting next to me wouldn't be so bad

, would it?

She walked up to me, lowered her head, and whispered, "Um, could you please..."

I understood she wanted me to move my legs so she could get into the window seat next to me.

There was this woman, who seemed somewhat shy and bashful, sharing a cramped space with me. If I

didn't take advantage of the situation, I wouldn't live up to my name, Ouyang She.

(A girl once asked me, "Is the 'She' in your name the same as the 'Se' in 'pervert'?" I said, "No, it

's the 'She' in 'negotiation'." She said, "Isn't 'She' in 'negotiation' and 'Se' in 'pervert' the same character?" I said,

"Before , you have

to negotiate with your target. If we consider the final result, 'She' in 'negotiation' should be equivalent to 'Se' in 'pervert.'" She said, "Then what are you doing now?" I said, "Negotiating with my target, and then becoming a pervert." She

chuckled, so I said your 'She' should be the 'Se' in 'pervert.' I was speechless. Only after it was over did I realize that she should

be called Ouyang She.)

I didn't move my legs to the side to make room for her; I just gently shifted my weight onto the backrest and

slightly pulled my feet back. She didn't notice much and thought I was being cooperative, so she squeezed in. Because she was

facing away from me and carrying her bag, she was about to put it down first when the bus suddenly started moving. Already

a little off balance, and with my subtle teasing, she cried out "Ah!" and plopped down on me

.

Seizing the opportunity, I quickly reached out with my left hand, slipping it under her arm near her bag and pressing it against

most of breast, while my right hand encircled her waist and gently wrapped around her lower abdomen. I said gently, "Don't rush,

be careful!"

She didn't dare make a sound, and only after a few seconds, when the bus was moving smoothly, did she stand up with my help.

She blushed and said, "Thank you!"

I smiled and said, "You're welcome. Don't sit down yet; this spot has been in the sun for too long and might be very hot.

It's best to put your bag down first." She nodded gratefully and sat down as instructed.

The bus finally started moving, and a gust of wind rushed in from the window, dispelling not only the previous stuffiness but also

the weariness in our hearts. After a while, I saw her pull her bag out from under her bottom and place it

on her left leg by the car window. I smiled slightly at her and said, "Would you like some water?"

She smiled and said, "Thank you, I brought water!" She then rummaged through her bag, pulled out a bottle

, gulped down several mouthfuls, capped it, and wiped the water that had spilled from her mouth with the back of her hand.

Perhaps noticing I was watching her drink, her face began to flush slightly again.

"It's really hot today," she said, trying to ease her shyness with conversation.

I replied, "Yes, it's 37°C outside."

She was probably not good with words; that was all she said, and she didn't try to talk to me anymore. I couldn't help but ask, "

Where are you going?"

She turned her head to look at me and whispered, "Oh, I'm going back to my parents' house."

I said, "Oh? Isn't your husband a local?"

She said, "Yes, he's a city dweller, just like you."

I asked curiously, "How do you know I'm not a local?"

She laughed, "Our country folk don't have skin as good as your city folks'. Besides, your accent doesn't

sound like ours, I could tell right away."

I chuckled and teased her, "Your skin is pretty good too, I don't look like a country girl at all. Sigh, I

didn't realize you were married."

She laughed again, "What's there to not know? My child is almost a year old."

Oh, so she's still a young mother. No wonder that half of her breast that was pressed against my hand was so huge.

Hey, she's still breastfeeding. Thinking of her large, milk-producing mound, my heart started racing, and

my crotch began to stir.

If I didn't react to such a shy young wife, I wouldn't be a proper lecher. However, in

front of so many people, if I were to recklessly assault her, such behavior would be tantamount to idiocy.

Although these old farmers on the truck all seemed honest and simple, if I were to actually humiliate this young woman like that, I'd be

smashed to pieces by their hoes and shovels, or I'd change my surname to Li the Fool next door.

In my mind, a lecher is not the same as a hungry ghost. Most men are lustful, and some may not have done

anything, but they think about it much more. I'm not someone who likes to indulge in wishful thinking; I do many things as soon as I think of them,

even if I don't succeed, I've still done them, and done them with great care.

Therefore, I define myself as a clever lecher. I couldn't reveal my true nature now,

so I quickly suppressed my lustful thoughts and picked up where she left off, asking, "Is your child a boy or a girl?"

She replied, "It's a boy."

I smiled and said, "That's great! Your husband must be very happy, right?"

She laughed and said, "You men all like it when a woman gives birth to a boy."

I laughed again, "What are you talking about? Actually, boys and girls are both yours, it's just that boys seem to be

more reliable in people's minds. Don't the old folks always say, 'A married daughter is like water spilled out'?"

I guess she wasn't stupid; realizing that my words seemed to be directed at her, her face flushed again.

Perhaps she felt that we were being a bit too intimate, because she stopped talking to

me and just lowered her head, fiddling with her delicate white fingers. To avoid embarrassing her, I had to find another topic to tease her.

I asked, "Taking care of a child in this weather isn't easy, is it?"

She still kept her head down and softly murmured, "Mmm."

I said again, "Why didn't you take your child back to your parents' house today? The elders would be so happy to see him."

She finally seemed to regain some composure, raised her head, and brushed a few strands of hair aside, saying, "My child is

with , but I'm going back this time to take him to the city."

I asked in surprise, "Why are you taking care of your mother's child? Wouldn't it be better to have her go to the city to help you?"

She smiled and said, "You don't know, my child is currently being weaned, and he can't bear to see me, so I

sent him to my mother's. I come once a week to gradually wean him."

Perhaps thinking of her child, a holy glow rose on her rosy face. I stared at her for a moment before

finally asking, "How's your child? Is he naughty?"

She laughed, "Boys are all more mischievous, but mine is even more so. Every time I breastfeed him, he bites me... and

... and..."

Her voice trailed off, and she didn't finish her sentence, the flush on her cheeks returning. I chuckled

inwardly . With my intelligence, how could I not guess the half-sentence she was about to say? It was definitely that her son was biting one nipple and then

trying to get another. Goodness, so young and already so mischievous, this kid has potential.

I pretended not to understand and asked, "How is he?"

She didn't dare answer me, picked up the bottle and took a big gulp of water, saying, "It's so hot today!"

She fanned herself haphazardly with her little hands. I didn't want to embarrass her too much. If I had the chance, I could go

see her child. Once is enough, I'll get to know her better. I definitely wouldn't bring a gift this time, and I

could . I went along with her words, saying, "Yes, it's a bit stuffy now. I wonder if it will rain."

She hummed in agreement but didn't say anything more. Okay, I'll let you off the hook for now. I'll come back to coax you when I get another chance.

I stopped talking, took a sip of water, and closed my eyes, pretending to sleep.

That's when I realized that we weren't the only ones talking on the bus; other people were also chatting.

They were speaking a local dialect that I couldn't understand very well. But whatever they were saying, as long as there were other sounds to cover it up, I

still had a chance to seduce this delicate young mother.

The surrounding noise gradually subsided. I secretly opened my eyes to look around. Everyone was pretending to sleep, even

the ticket seller was dozing off by the door. I closed my eyes again to rest.

After about forty minutes, the bus left the secondary road leading to K village. The mountain road ahead was much more difficult

, with occasional bumps. My head, which was leaning against the backrest, began to droop, and my body slowly turned towards her

.

The bus suddenly jolted, and I pressed my head down, resting it on her shoulder. I felt her

shift slightly. I pretended to be a little startled awake, and consciously raised my head, but I didn't sit up straight,

leaving my head hanging in mid-air. Another jolt, and my head touched her shoulder again. I

raised my head again, maintaining my half-asleep state.

Finally, this time, I don't know if the car hit a pothole, but I believe everyone on the bus was swaying back and forth.

I wasn't about to let such a good opportunity pass me by. I tilted my head down, my face pressed against her breast. I reached out and

touched her round thigh, using it for support to sit up, pretending to be startled awake.

I pulled my hand away from her leg and said, feigning embarrassment, "Sorry, I was still half asleep."

She didn't dare look at me and said shyly, "It's nothing."

I scratched my head and said, "You haven't been sleeping very well these past few nights, haha!"

She said, "You city people seem to be very busy, you usually go to bed very late, unlike us, we're used to going to bed early and getting up early

."

I said, "You've been living in the city for so long, haven't you gotten used to it yet?"

She said, "Actually, not for very long. My husband used to teach in K village, and he was only transferred back to the city last year. Neither of us

has fully gotten used to city life yet."

Oh, I see. No wonder she's still so shy even after getting married. Hmm, I can understand, and it

suits . Haha!

I asked again, "What do you do in the city?"

She replied shyly, "What could a woman from the countryside like me do? My husband got me a

shop in the market selling general merchandise."

I said, "That's great! I didn't know you were a boss!"

She laughed, "It's not as good as you make it out to be. I have to manage everything myself, it's a tiring job."

I said, "By the way, what about your shop during this time? Did you hire someone to watch it?"

She said, "Yes, I asked a girl from my hometown to watch it for me."

I said "Oh," and then asked her what kind of goods she sold, where she got her supplies, and other

small talk . I also introduced her to some wholesale shops in the city, telling her she could go and compare prices when she had time. She

kept thanking me for my kindness and was no longer as shy as before.

The weather in June is unpredictable. Just now, the scorching sun had made my throat feel parched, but now I could

see dark clouds gathering on the distant mountains. Just as I had said, it looked like a heavy rain was coming.

Before the cool breeze outside the car window could even get a few gusts, large raindrops began to pound down, making the car body thump and

slam . Everyone was enjoying the coolness from before, with the windows wide open, and raindrops mixed with

the wind swirling into the car, soaking everyone in the blink of an eye.

Those sitting by the window quickly closed them, and coincidentally, the window to my seat had been

smashed at some point, which was a real hardship for the beautiful woman next to me. Her hair was already soaked through, the ends clinging to

her forehead , and large raindrops streamed down her delicate face. Her pale yellow blouse was now

tightly wrapped around her body, revealing her upper body curves without any concealment.

Oh dear, I hadn't expected that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, just a white blouse, and two dark nipples were faintly

visible in front of my eyes. The rain was getting heavier, and she suddenly picked up the travel bag that was resting beside her legs and hugged it tightly to

her chest .

I asked, "What's in this bag? Why don't you use it to block the window?"

She replied urgently, "No, these are my child's new clothes, I can't let them be ruined like this."

No wonder people say that maternal love is the greatest love in the world, that's absolutely true. Even though I was fantasizing about

this nearly naked woman, I was still deeply moved.

I asked her to switch seats with me, but she refused no matter what I said. Suddenly, I took off the only thing I was wearing, a black

shirt. I patted her shoulder and said, "You're almost soaked. Come on, let me cover you with my shirt

."

She stole a glance at my bare upper body and said softly, "No need, it's okay!"

I said, "You'll catch a cold if you keep going like this. How will you take care of the child if you get sick?"

Before she could protest any further, I pressed her head onto my lap, tucked a corner of my shirt into the seat, and

used the sleeves to make a rain shelter for her. She looked up at me gratefully and then lowered her eyes again,

and I gave her a slight smile, as gentlemanly as I could. Perhaps this was the most awkward act of gentlemanly conduct in history.

Outside the window, a torrential downpour pattered, and thunder boomed incessantly. I felt her

body , tremble slightly after each clap of thunder; she must be afraid of lightning.

The sky was dark, and the chaotic, ghostly flashes of lightning were enough to

frighten even a man, let alone such a delicate young woman. I couldn't bear it, so I gently placed a hand on her

back and whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid, thunder is just a natural phenomenon!"

She gave a muffled "Mmm" and buried her face in my lap. My hand on her back, through her thin, wet

clothes, was essentially touching her flesh. At first, I patted her gently like I was soothing a child, but

gradually I slowed down, eventually stroking her back back and forth.

I felt her hot breath on my leg, and a sudden tightening in my crotch indicated that my elasticated casual shorts had likely

undergone some irregular movement. But I was playing the role of a gentleman, so I quickly suppressed my burgeoning lust.

Summer downpours come and go quickly, as they always do. About ten minutes later, the oppressive clouds

gradually thinned, and although the rain was still falling, it wasn't as torrential as before.

I patted her to signal that she could sit up. She felt embarrassed and said shyly, "

Thank !"

I smiled and said, "It's nothing. You seem a little afraid of thunder. Is that right?"

She nodded shyly and said, "I've been like this since I was little."

I laughed and said, "Thunder and lightning are just natural weather changes. It's nothing to worry about."

She said, "My grandma used to tell me stories about the Thunder God and Lightning Goddess when I was little. She said that

the Thunder God ."

I laughed and said, "Now that you have children, do you still believe in these legends?"

She said shyly, "I've been afraid of it since I was little, and I can't change it now!"

This was the first time in our conversation that she used the very feminine word "I" (人家).

I was invigorated and carefully observed her charmingly girlish demeanor. The rosy blush on her face hadn't faded, and her tender

face, which had been splashed by the rain, looked even more radiant after being washed. Her thin shirt still clung to her body, and the two dark brown nipples on her chest, probably

stimulated by the cold rain, were now more prominent than before, making my mouth dry.

She turned her head and saw me staring at her budding flower with a lecherous look. Looking down, she almost cried out in surprise,

quickly pulling her travel bag, which she had just placed on her lap, to cover her chest.

Actually, as a lecherous man, one really can't be too thin-skinned; one absolutely cannot blush when one should.

I was one of the best at it. I suddenly leaned close and whispered in her ear, "Hehe, you were too late to cover it up.

I saw everything, hee hee!"

Her neck turned red, and she lowered her head, clutching her bag tightly to protect her breached fortress. After a long while, she whispered,

"You...you're not a good person!"

I said, "I saw it by accident. Don't be so shy. I'm not

a man ." Then, pretending not to look at her embarrassed expression, I put on my clothes, took out a cigarette, lit it, and leisurely smoked

.

Without my gaze, she finally returned to normal a bit. The bag she was clutching to her chest wasn't so tight anymore, and she even reached out to tidy

her messy hair. I exhaled a puff of smoke, deliberately avoiding looking at her, and asked, "How many days do you usually stay when you go home?"

She replied, "Two or three days before returning to the city."

I added, "Actually, life in the countryside is quite nice. At least the air is much fresher, and it's not so noisy.

The hustle and bustle of the city is very annoying."

She laughed, "Everyone in our village wants to go to the city. Why do you city people want to go to our countryside?

Like the girl who's helping me with the shop now, she's always wanted to stay in the city."

I laughed, "Your words remind me of Qian Zhongshu's *Fortress Besieged*. 'Those outside

the city want to get in, and those inside want to get out.'"

She laughed too, "I haven't read as many books as you. I was just talking about the thoughts of people in our village."

And so, we chatted idly. Because of the rain, the mountain road was even more difficult to travel.

What should have been a three-hour journey to K village had now taken two hours, and we were still not even halfway

there. I checked my watch; it was already 4:40 PM. I hoped I wouldn't be too late; Ah Wei had promised

to get me a braised duck for my welcome.

I started smoking impatiently, one cigarette after another, then gulping down water.

Some of the older farmers around me were also smoking, filling the entire carriage with smoke, which was tough on the young woman next to me. She

started coughing, turning her head to breathe in the fresh, rain-laden air outside the window.

Noticing this, I threw the cigarette I had just lit out the window, and she looked back at me with surprise. I smiled and said,

"Sorry, I didn't notice you don't like the smell of smoke."

She said, "It's alright, it's just that my husband doesn't smoke, so..."

"It's alright, if you don't like it, I won't smoke, and I have this..." I took out some chewing gum from my pocket

and handed her a piece. She hesitated for a moment, then took it, tore it open, and chewed it like me. So we started

talking again.

I don't know how long we chatted, but suddenly there was a loud "bang," and the car slowly pulled up to a stop by the mountainside.

Everyone on the bus looked puzzled, and several old farmers were talking in their local dialect. I saw the driver turn around and

quickly asked, "Why did you stop, sir?"

The driver gave me a bitter smile and said, "This is bad, the bearing broke! It can't move!"

I exclaimed, "What? What do we do?"

The driver sighed, "We'll have to replace it with a new one. Luckily, I have a spare in the bus." Then he said to

everyone , "Everyone, get off the bus. The bus has broken down, I'll fix it."

Everyone on the bus got off, chattering away. Fortunately, the rain wasn't too heavy anymore, otherwise, I

think no one would have been willing to move. After drinking so much water and the bumpy ride, I felt a bit bloated in my lower abdomen.

Looking around, I realized the road was quite long, with a mountain on one side and a ravine on the other. I walked back a bit,

and when was a little further away from the bus, I took out my urinal and relieved myself. It felt much better.

One of the old farmers followed suit and went to urinate, and then another. I observed the young woman; she was still

clutching her bag tightly to her chest, her pearly teeth occasionally biting her red lips, her two rounded legs rubbing

back and . She paced nervously back and forth, glancing back every now and then at the path she had turned around to look at. Finally, she

couldn't resist and walked towards me, gently tugging at my hand. I chuckled, "You want to…?" She nodded,

her ears turning bright red.

I walked with her for a while, but she still wouldn't stop. I pulled her back, took the bag from her arms, and smiled, "It's

alright now, you're free. I'll stand here and block them from seeing." As I spoke,

I turned around. She said shyly, "If anyone comes, call me. And don't look back."

Not look back? Do you think that's possible for me?

She must have really been holding it in, because after just that one instruction, she took off her pants. After all,

urinating in front of a man is an embarrassing thing, so she was facing away from me; I guess she wanted to feel better psychologically.

Her pelvis was quite wide, and her plump, snow-white buttocks were

bisected by a deep cleft. They were large and round, but unfortunately, from my angle, I couldn't see her most alluring and mysterious place,

not even her anus. However, this sight alone was enough to make my heart race.

"Sizzle, sizzle... sizzle, sizzle..." The sound of her urine hitting the ground was enough to make her blush

with shame. She suddenly turned around, saw that I hadn't kept my promise, and said with a mixture of shame and anxiety, "I told you

not to look , you..." She looked like she was about to cry. I smiled and turned back, lest she actually cry, which would

be troublesome.

Hearing the sound of scraps of paper, I knew she had finished urinating and was wiping her wet area. She walked up

to me, snatched the bag from my hand, and scolded, "I knew you weren't a good person! You broke your promise!"

I knew she was a little angry, but more likely ashamed. I still grinned and said, "I didn't

promise you I wouldn't come back! Besides, you already let me take advantage of you once, one more time won't hurt!"

She didn't dare to argue with me anymore and walked away with her head down. I followed her and said, "Why didn't you ask the ticket seller to come with you?

She's the only woman you have."

She said somewhat resentfully, "I did ask her, but she said it's fine to find anywhere for this kind of thing, and she wouldn't come with me

."

I took her hand and said, "You don't know anyone else, and I look like a good person, so you

asked me to come with you. Is that right?"

She blushed and shook off my hand, saying, "You're the one who's not a good person!" Then she quickened her pace and ran off. I

laughed and followed.

The car wasn't ready yet, so I looked down at the driver under the car and asked, "Sir, how much longer?"

The driver said, "Not long, almost there!"

I checked my watch; it was 5:40. I asked again, "Sir, how long will it take to get to K Village from here?"

He replied, "About forty more minutes."

I asked, "How long will it take to walk?"

He smiled and said, "It's raining today, and the roads are difficult to travel. It will take you about two hours to walk."

I exclaimed in surprise, "What? That far?"

He smiled wryly, "The mountain roads are difficult to travel in the rain, so safety is the priority. That's why I drove very slowly earlier."

I stopped bothering him and found the young woman to continue chatting with her. The dark clouds in the sky

had started to gather again, and it looked like the rain was about to get heavier. An old farmer finally couldn't stand it anymore

, grabbed his luggage, and left without hesitation. Once someone started, others followed.

Before long, more and more people were leaving, and even I started to hesitate. I asked the young woman, "Are you also going to K Village?

So many people have left, let's go with them!"

She replied, "They all live around here, none of them are from K Village, otherwise I would definitely know them."

I said, "Really? Only you and I are going the same way."

She nodded.

Before long, even the ticket seller said a few words to the driver and left. Only the young woman and I, the two

passengers , plus this unlucky driver, were left on this long mountain road. I said to the driver, "Sir, why

did the ticket seller leave without waiting for you? Does she live around here too?"

The driver said, "Yes, I live around here too. There's a wedding in our village today, everyone went home

early , and I'll probably have to go have a couple of drinks later."

I said with relief, "Oh, I see, no wonder everyone's gone."

Just then, the heavy rain started pouring down again. The driver, seeing my wife and me soaked to the bone,

said, "You two should get in the car. It'll be fixed in a bit."

I said, "I don't need to, it'll just add to your load."

He laughed, "It's alright. I can't guarantee it will be better with more people, but with just the two of you, my jack can handle it."

Since he said so, I didn't care anymore and pulled my wife into the car to get out of the rain. There were no

more people on the car, so there were plenty of seats for us. My wife was quite clever; she wanted to sit in a single seat by herself.

How could I let such a golden opportunity slip by? I didn't give in to her wishes and forcibly pulled her to sit in the double seat in the back. She

said unhappily, "What are you doing?"

I laughed, "I'm really not used to not having you sitting next to me. It's raining so hard now, and it's quite cold.

It'll be warmer if we sit closer together." As I spoke, I took off my clothes in front of her, wrung them out,

and then used the clothes to wipe my face.

She stared at me without moving. I said, "You should wring your clothes out too. They're soaked; you'll catch a cold

."

Her lips were pale from the rain, and with me, the wolf, sitting right next to her,

she looked like a frightened lamb. She quickly said, "No, I'm not cold."

Just as she finished speaking, she inexplicably sneezed. I chuckled, "You say you're not cold? Look at your pale lips

, and you even sneezed. Here, let me wipe your face." Saying this, I turned my wrung-out clothes inside out

and started wiping her face.

She quickly dodged my hand and lowered her head, timidly saying, "No, no need!"

Ignoring her protests, I reached out and lifted her tightly clenched chin with one hand, and with the other, I carefully wiped the water from her face with the clothes

. She cried out repeatedly, "No...don't...don't..."

After I carefully wiped the water droplets from her face, I straightened her shoulders and looked at her softly, praising,

"You're very beautiful. I never knew a woman without makeup could be so pretty."

Under my intense gaze, two blushes rose on her cold cheeks. I moved my lips closer and kissed her pale

mouth. "No...don't...no..."

I pressed down on her hand, trying to push me away, and finally touched her lips. A chill

ran through her lips as my tongue pried open her tightly clenched teeth and met her flustered tongue. The lingering

minty taste of the chewing gum, combined with her sweet saliva, made me wantonly suck on her tongue.

The hand that had been holding her hand had already lifted her soaked clothes and was now moving towards her breasts.

Although she desperately clutched at the hem of her clothes, she couldn't stop the wolf's attack. I touched her soft, large

breasts, kneading them wantonly. Her purple grape-like nipples, already swollen and hard from the cold

, were so sensitive I could feel the tiny bumps on her areolas with my fingers.

Unable to resist any longer, I practically forced her down onto the seat, forcefully ripped open her clothes, and bit down on one of her

breasts . She finally got a chance to speak, letting out a soft "Ah!" before

reaching out to press my head down in protest, "You...please...don't..." Tears welled in her eyes.

I let her go for now, gently licking away her tears, and whispered in her ear, "You're so beautiful, it made

me make a mistake. Give it to me! When I'm old and think of this beautiful memory, my

heart will be grateful to you. You've given me a lifetime of memories!" With that, I gently nibbled at her delicate earlobe,

nibbling a few times before kissing her neck.

She whispered, "I have a man."

I kissed her ear again and said, "That's not important. What's important is our hearts. That's what will stay with us

for life. I want you, I want you now, because I'm afraid I'll regret it if I miss you. I don't want to

have any regrets, so I choose to make a mistake."

My wicked hand slipped under her skirt, touching her genitals through her small panties. She

grabbed my hand that was about to go inside her pants and said, "But...but not here..."

"It's okay, the mechanic won't fix the car so quickly." After saying that, I bit her nipple again, and pulled my

hand from under her skirt up to grab another soft mound of flesh, gently kneading it.

I can guarantee that no one has ever said sweet words to a young woman like I just did, and besides, I did

n't work as a secretary for nothing. Without those few words of knowledge, how could I have tricked a few girls into my hands?

"Mmm...mmm...oh..." she began to make soft sounds through her nose.

Suddenly remembering something, I released her nipple and laughed, "You said earlier that you're taking care of one child at a time, is that

like me, taking care of another one at the same time?"

She blushed and said, "You know that already and you still ask? You're so naughty!"

I laughed and said, "When your child bites and teases you, does your lower body get wet?"

She blushed and said, "I won't tell you!"

I laughed and said, "Then it seems I have to prove it myself." After saying that, I started kneading

her breasts, and my lips visited her breasts again. I first stuck out my tongue and licked the alluring grape, and after tasting every

cell with the tip of my tongue, I took her nipple into my mouth.

She was still breastfeeding, and under my aphrodisiac mouth and hands, the hidden milk ducts were finally guided out.

I greedily sucked on this taste that I hadn't had for more than 20 years. The slightly fishy but sweet

milk gently moistened my throat. It was so wonderful. My other hand had already kneaded her other breast to produce

milk. I opened my mouth to the nipple, squeezed hard with my five fingers, and several streams of milk shot out, some splashing onto my

naked upper body. I could still feel its warmth.

After playing with her breasts for a while, I slipped my hand under her skirt, down her lower abdomen. I used two fingers to pull aside her

panties, immediately touching her pubic hair—a rather lush and wet area. Her labia were soft and

full; my fingers barely touched the edges and I could feel she was already wet, the flowing fluid sticky and slippery.

I pulled my fingers out and teased her, saying, "It's confirmed. I bet you

were wet down there while your son was eating and doing this."

She protested, raising her small fist and lightly hitting my shoulder.

Just then, I heard the driver's voice: "Okay, all done!"

I quickly stopped playing around with her, and she swiftly straightened her disheveled clothes. The driver washed his hands in the rain and

got into the car. I quickly went to greet him, took out a cigarette, and handed it to him, saying, "Sir, thank you for your hard work."

He lit it, took a puff, and said, "Sigh, which driver can say they've never had a breakdown?

It's just that I had one today. I'm sorry to have taken up your time."

I quickly replied, "It's alright, as long as it's fixed." Then I turned around and grabbed my small bag, which contained

the hard drive I had brought for Awei and several packs of good cigarettes. I took two packs and stuffed them into his hands, saying, "Sir, thank you so much for making the trip to K village for

the two of . These two packs of cigarettes..." "...It's just a small token, please take it and smoke."

The driver laughed, "We drivers make a living this way, don't mention thank you."

I said, "Didn't you just say there was a wedding in your village? Consider it bringing two packs of cigarettes for the villagers

to try ."

The driver said, "Okay, sure. You're a really good brother. If you take my bus back to the city,

I won't charge you."

I quickly said, "Okay, thank you in advance!"

The driver said, "Alright, I've taken up quite a bit of time. You two sit down, I have to drive now!"

I sat down as instructed, of course, still squeezing into the double seat with my wife.

It was almost 6:30 now, and the car repairs had taken nearly an hour. Although it's summer, and it

should get dark later, this downpour had brought darkness early with the dark clouds, and everything outside the window was a

hazy gray-white. The driver had to turn on the headlights to see the road.

I sat down next to my wife and chatted idly with her. After a short while, I started touching her

thigh and whispered in her ear, "Shall we continue?"

She practically jumped up at the mention of it, grabbing my mischievous hand and saying urgently, "Stop! There's

a driver in the car."

I chuckled, "It's so dark, he can't see. Besides, this road is difficult to walk on, he can't afford to be distracted."

She was still hesitant, but I didn't give her a chance to think. My hand slipped under her waist, and I buried my face in her

chest, sucking on her nipple through her wet clothes. She didn't dare make a sound, leaning back slightly and closing her eyes to enjoy

the stimulation I was giving her.

My hand, which was inside her pants, wasn't going to be idle. My palm gently caressed her abundant pubic hair, and two fingers

slid down the groove between her labia, touching the smooth inner walls. I inserted two fingers inside. "Ah!"

She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, quickly pressing my hand down and saying, "Don't put your hand in there, it's so uncomfortable."

I grinned mischievously, "Okay, then I'll just put my head in, you sit on my lap."

"No, we'll be discovered."

"No, we'll keep our movements quiet, he won't see."

The possibility of being discovered at any moment was even more stimulating to my forbidden desires, and I couldn't care less

about that . I slid down my pants, revealing my already erect penis. From her nervous expression, I could tell she

was startled . I smugly asked, "How does it compare to your man's?"

She stammered, "My man's isn't as big as yours."

I chuckled, "Your man definitely can't satisfy you. You have so much pubic hair, your sex drive must be very strong."

She blushed and said, "You bad man, if you say that again, I won't do it with you."

I laughed, "If I were a good person, I wouldn't be so bold as to want to do it with you. Hurry up and sit on my lap,

time is precious!"

She finally obeyed and sat facing me on my lap. I pulled her panties aside, revealing her

hairy vulva. It was the first time I'd seen her private parts after touching her for so long; the little hole hidden among the pubic hair

was faintly visible, and my desire intensified. My penis pounded

against her vulva. I stopped teasing her, my glans facing the entrance. She lowered her back and sat down, enveloping my penis in

a warm, wet environment. She let out a soft "Ah!" and I quickly covered her

mouth. She started moving her hips, but because of the cramped space, it wasn't easy for her

to move freely; it felt like she was just shifting her plump buttocks around. But my penis, pressing against her back and forth, brought a masochistic stimulation to her, something

I'd never experienced before—it felt amazing.

The steepness of the mountain path was a great help at this point; she didn't have to exert much effort to move back and forth,

and I lifted her clothes, freeing her two large breasts. These two mounds of flesh were being tossed around, causing me

to miss my bite several times. Finally, I managed to bite one, and I once again enjoyed the long-lost feeling of breast milk. Her

delicate body swayed wildly against me, her secretions flowing continuously down her labia to our point of contact,

making a mess of our pubic hair.

Gradually, her vagina grew hotter and hotter, sometimes even tightly gripping my penis. Finally, she cried out again, "Ah!"

A sound escaped my lips, too much for me to conceal. A warm sensation washed over my glans, and she nestled into

my arms, panting softly. I asked softly, "You're here?"

She nodded shyly.

"What if I hadn't come?" I said, bracing myself on the seat and thrusting into her a few times.

She gave a soft "hmm" and suddenly bit my neck. Startled by the pain, I stopped and said, "

You want to stop before I've even had a chance to feel good?"

She said, "I can't do it anymore, I'll scream."

I said shamelessly, "That won't do, I'm uncomfortable holding it in. Unless... you use your mouth to help me."

She exclaimed, "How can that be? It's so dirty."

I said, "It's not dirty, it's all my own stuff, what's dirty about it?"

She murmured, "I've never used my mouth on my man before."

I grinned mischievously, "So you'll have to learn. If you allow it, I'd like to use my mouth to help you too."

She quickly said, "No, I've had enough."

I said, "Then I haven't had enough yet. If you don't want to use your mouth, I'll let you have some more."

Hearing this, she had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'll use my mouth to help you. But I don't know how, you teach me."

Then she carefully climbed off my lap, sat beside me, and under my guidance, bent down, opened her small mouth,

and swallowed my penis. The first time, she was inexperienced and swallowed too deep, choking and bringing tears to her eyes. I

quickly corrected her, telling her to be careful, as the journey had been bumpy, and she shouldn't swallow too deep and choke.

Her face flushed, she held my erect penis with one hand, her small mouth bringing it closer, gently licking

the glans a few times before taking it into her mouth. Her mouth was a completely different experience from her vagina; her tongue was soft and warm,

with a slightly rough coating. When she licked the tip of my penis, I almost immediately ejaculated. I had her suck while using her hand to

stroke me, and although her teeth scraped against me a little, it didn't affect the energy building in my lower abdomen.

I gently pressed her head down with one hand and grabbed one of her breasts with the other, playing with it.

I felt myself reaching my limit, and the hand pressing down on her head began to speed up. "Ugh!" I let out a muffled groan as my semen gushed out

. She felt me ejaculate and tried to pull her mouth away, but I wouldn't let her, continuing to press her down, forcing her small mouth to become

my outlet. I whispered in her ear, "A man's thing is very nourishing for a woman, don't waste it,

swallow it."

She finally managed to lift her head, shaking her head with her lips pursed to show her unwillingness. I coaxed her like a child, "

One drop of semen is equivalent to ten drops of a man's blood, it's very nutritious for a woman. I hope you become more and more beautiful, so it will be easier for me

to seduce you again next time! Don't let my efforts go to waste!"

She smiled, frowned, and swallowed my billions of offspring.

I asked happily, "Is it good?"

She playfully punched me and said, "I wonder how many women you've fooled."

I smiled and said, "I never fool women, I only fool myself. I fool myself into thinking I've never fallen in love with

any woman, but actually... all the women I've been with... are in my heart!"

She looked up at me and asked softly, "Will you ever come back to me again?"

I countered, "What do you think?"

She sighed, "Probably not."

I said, "How do you know you won't?"

She sighed again, "You still haven't told me who you are, or even asked my name."

I pulled her close and kissed her, saying, "A name is just a label. In my heart, you're like

a camellia, a shy camellia. And knowing you have a shop in the market is enough."

She hugged my neck and remained silent for a long time, quietly enjoying this rare moment with me.

When we arrived at K village, we got off the bus. The driver gave me a knowing smile, and I wished him a safe journey before driving off.

The rain had lessened considerably by then, and we parted ways at the village entrance. As we parted, she looked at me reluctantly, finally

unable to hold back her question, "You really don't want to know my name?"

I smiled slightly at her, said nothing, and simply gave her my business card. The card stated "Special Correspondent for a Certain

Publishing House ," along with my phone number, and then I strode away.

The business card—a blatant lie. You see, I'm just a writer; perhaps the only real thing was the phone number I

left —who knows if I'll change it
later .

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