The extraordinary experience of Shanghai Metro

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Author: sl63

On a business trip to Shanghai in late summer/early autumn. The Shanghai subway was packed with people.

The girl in front of me, about 165cm tall, had medium-length, jet-black hair, a light blue miniskirt, and a white t-
shirt. Her breasts were perfectly proportioned, just enough to fill out her clothes, forming a small mound. She really had a Japanese girl
vibe. But from the look in her eyes, I could tell she was Chinese. I felt she was probably only twenty-one or twenty-two
.

The subway pulled into the station. The crowded people practically pushed me forward. I pressed myself tightly against the girl as we were pushed
into the carriage. It was already packed, and people were still pushing in from the outside. I'm not sexually frustrated, nor
do I lack women. But sometimes, the location and environment can make me indulge myself, unable to control myself, like
that time. I used the force of the crowd to climb on top of her.

Soft body. Warm buttocks. My penis, unable to behave, immediately stood up and pressed against her buttocks.

I instantly grabbed her waist. I held her lower body still and used my lower body to forcefully harass her upwards and forwards. She
tried to turn around several times, but was blocked by the crowd. I released one hand and placed it directly on her buttocks. Seeing that she still didn't
resist much, I reached over her miniskirt and placed my hand on her smooth, delicate skin on her leg.

Wow~~~ It felt so hot and smooth. I didn't move, observing her expression. The people behind finally
stopped pushing and shoving. The doors closed.

The subway started moving, and almost everyone in the carriage swayed slightly, then began
to sway .

I followed the swaying of the carriage and slowly and rhythmically harassed her with my lower body. My hand also slowly began to slide. I secretly
watched her expression and confirmed that she was enduring it. I didn't know how much harassment she could endure. But
the hand directly on her thigh had already made me lose my mind and I couldn't care less about anything else. I opened my whole palm and pressed it on her skin,
my thumb slowly scraping her skin, rubbing towards her buttocks. My fingers touched the edge of her underwear, and I seemed to tremble with
excitement .

Just as the subway pulled into the station, a few people squeezed off the platform, and the crowd behind surged wildly into the carriage.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, my hand brazenly moved under her skirt, rubbing her thighs
and buttocks back and forth. My entire hand gripped her thigh, my fingers finding their way to her hip bone and the front of her thigh. I touched her underwear against her skin
, then squeezed her buttocks hard. My other hand suddenly reached from her waist to the front and
pinched . With the crowd behind us pushing and shoving, I timed it perfectly, hitting her target each time. Perhaps
startled by my sudden, audacious actions, her breathing quickened noticeably, but she didn't resist.

The doors closed again. My hand under her skirt, no longer panicked, moved gently, like caressing my own woman, casually
kneading and touching her genitals. My fingers parted the edge of her underwear from the lower front of her thigh, reaching inside to touch her pubic hair. She had
a lot of pubic hair—it felt a little stiff. My fingertips could feel her pubic hair brushing against my fingers. I looked around;
it was safe. My hand slowly slid from her waist towards her breasts, gently and slowly, letting her fully
feel and realize where I was going to attack. She didn't resist, only her breathing quickened. The rapid rise and fall of her chest
told me she was very tense and aroused. My left hand smoothly pressed against her breast. I squeezed it hard, and
she seemed to gasp. Her head jerked up and leaned against me.

I shifted to a position of embracing her, and my right hand slid smoothly between her legs, teasing her already wet
labia . My fingers slid back and forth between her labia, but I never inserted them into her vagina. I manipulated her labia,
teasing from front to back, teasing the opening. Soon, it felt like a hot spring
was pouring . In an instant, she turned around abruptly, clinging tightly to me, her hands gripping my arms tightly.

She bit down hard on my shoulder. This action startled me, and the people around us seemed
to be startled as well. We all glanced at her, and after she lay on top of me, we all turned away and went about our own business
.

Her actions made me instinctively hug her tighter, one arm around her, the other pressing against her waist and buttocks
. It lasted about five or six seconds. Then she released her grip on my lips and my hand. I felt
a burning pain in my shoulder.

Looking at her limp body, I just held her tightly, enjoying the softness of this
slender girl in my arms. Holding her felt wonderful. Very comfortable.

Just as I was about to speak to her, the train pulled into the station. She struggled to squeeze out of the crowded carriage, head down, and walked forward. I,
too, managed to get off with all my might just as the doors closed.

The girl walked quickly forward, head down, glancing at her clothes; although they were neat, she still
tugged at them repeatedly. I followed her at a certain distance. We walked until we exited the subway.

After about seven or eight minutes, she entered a residential area. I hesitated for a moment, then quickly followed her.

Perhaps blinded by desire, I followed her closely, letting her know I was behind her. She arrived at
an apartment building entrance and hesitantly opened the access control. I could see her chest heaving as she opened the door. She
must have been very nervous, flustered by my actions.

After she opened the door, I immediately followed her inside. Only the two of us were waiting for the elevator in the hallway. The elevator arrived,
the doors opened, and we boarded one after the other. Once inside, I stood near the doorway, watching her
press the 17 button. I slowly turned to face her, reached out, and pressed the 16th floor button, my arm constantly
rubbing against her chest. Then I stood directly behind her, pressing my body against hers, continuing to fantasize and harass her with my genitals.

My hard penis pressed against her buttocks. My hands gently returned to her waist. Still, there was no resistance.
Only her rapid breathing. I thrust my lower body frantically, her lower body moving
back and forth with my movements. The elevator reached the 10th floor, and I immediately pressed all the buttons from 12 to 15. My hand, which I had pulled back, grabbed
her breasts and began to knead them vigorously. Two small peaches, yet so firm and full. They filled
my .

I leaned to the right of her head and kissed her rosy cheek. It was soft and slightly hot. I
sucked on her earlobe. When the elevator doors opened to the 14th floor, I pulled her out. I opened the emergency exit door and
dragged her inside.

Once inside, she looked at me like a lover, neither crying out nor resisting. I pressed her against the wall, hugged her, and kissed her...
I kissed her neck, then lifted her skirt with one hand to caress her thighs and buttocks. When I kneaded her buttocks forcefully, I felt
the flesh being squeezed and deformed. Perhaps I used too much force, for she finally let out a soft "Ah~". I didn't stop. I began to
vigorously knead her breasts with both hands. My lips and tongue licked back and forth on her neck, and when I reached her chin, she
lifted , exposing more of her neck to me. Licking upwards along her neck, I took her slightly parted lips

into my mouth. The moment I kissed her lips, my tongue eagerly plunged into her mouth. Unexpectedly, she
responded with her own tongue. I hugged her tightly, sucking hard on her tongue. Her breathing became heavy, her body growing hotter, and
our tongues intertwined. My hands roamed over her body, caressing her. I slipped inside her t-shirt,
unhooked , and forcefully kneaded her nipples. Her nipples were hard, but not very long. Lifting her shirt, I
kissed and licked her bare skin. I opened my mouth and took her entire breast into my mouth. She sucked desperately,

teasing her hard nipples with her tongue. They were so pink and tender, with small areolas. I licked downwards, my heart burning with impatience.
Reaching her stomach, I knelt down, lifted her skirt, and began licking her thighs.
When my tongue reached the inside of her thighs, she obediently parted her legs. Her white silk panties had a pattern in the front, revealing her thick, dark
pubic hair .

The regular mesh pattern at the bottom was already soaked with her own juices, wet and sticky. I pulled the bottom of her panties
to one side and licked her labia with my tongue. Even with just a teasing motion, she let out a long-suppressed moan.

Mmm… I continued teasing her with my tongue, looking up to observe her expression. She had already closed
her eyes , her hands resting on my shoulders. Touching my shoulders, where she had bitten me, still stung. I used my tongue
to tease her pink labia from back to front. Her labia opened like butterfly wings. My
tongue licked forcefully, each time reaching her vaginal opening, she would involuntarily make "mmm" or "oh" sounds.
Her vaginal fluids flowed profusely, and my tongue acted as a container, catching them. There was a faint sweet and sour scent,
mixed with the fragrance of her underwear or her body. I swallowed her fluids. I took her vulva entirely into my mouth,
my tongue frantically exploring her genitals. Suddenly, I thrust it all the way into her vagina. The sudden entry startled her
, causing her to let out a sharp moan. "Ahhh!!" My penis

throbbed painfully. I stood up, made her squat, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my thick, hard penis. I held it
in front of her; her face was flushed, and she lowered her head shyly. I cupped her face and brought my penis to her lips.
She obediently opened her mouth and took it in. It seemed she really had no experience; she just held it, without licking or moving.

I held her head and gently thrust in and out, telling her to lick it with her tongue. Her soft tongue
felt incredibly pleasurable. "Lick the slit with your tongue," I told her. She obediently
licked a few times, finding the slit, and licked it with her tongue.

Watching this gentle, obedient girl's mouth fill my large penis, stroking her dark
hair , my penis became harder and thicker, making me feel incredibly uncomfortable. I pulled her up and turned her around. I lifted
her skirt, forcefully pulling her panties to one side, rubbing my penis against her exposed labia between her legs. Her genitals were so wet they
could be described as wet. Her pink, butterfly-like vulva opened its wings, revealing her tender opening. My large glans found the entrance and pressed against it.

She cooperated by sticking her buttocks up. I put the glans in, and she let
out all the way in at once. The tight vagina felt like a mountain path being cleaved open. She finally couldn't hold back.

"Ahhh!"

she cried out. The warm, moist vagina made my penis feel incredibly enveloped. I paused,
seeing she had stopped moaning, and began thrusting wildly back and forth. The intense stimulation excited me immensely.
Her vagina, so tight it felt like a virgin's, had clearly defined folds in its walls; each thrust of my glans scraped against those folds. The tightness of
her vagina , combined with the size of my penis, formed a perfect sleeve, making the piston-like movements seamless. Each
time I pulled out, I felt the fluid inside being scraped out like a windshield wiper, then I thrust back in, increasing the amount of fluid.

Perhaps it was too stimulating, too tense. There was no buffer. I just frantically and rapidly plunged my entire penis
in. Then I pulled it all the way out to the vaginal opening again. Then I thrust it all the way in again with all my might. Her hair
swayed back and forth with the frantic thrusting, falling loosely. She braced herself against the wall with one hand, constantly tossing her hair with the other. This drove me even
crazier . In less than ten minutes, I felt myself about to ejaculate. I didn't care about anything else, and forcefully pulled her
panties to the side. I noticed her vaginal fluid had made them as wet as if they had just been washed. Our pubic hair
was both wet. After pulling her aside, I thrust even more frantically into her tender, tight vagina. She kept
moaning, making muffled groans, trying to hide her urges. I felt I was about to ejaculate
, reaching inside her clothes to grab her breasts, squeezing them as if I wanted to crush them. Suddenly, she trembled
all over. Her vagina, like a small mouth, began to bite my penis, desperately sucking in. Despite
her best efforts to hold back and suppress it, she still cried out. I knew she had orgasmed. Perhaps this was the first time a
girl . I struggled to push my tightly gripped penis as far as it could go. It was very difficult to insert
. I began a powerful ejaculation. As my semen sprayed inside her, she suddenly grabbed my hand tightly, letting out
another uncontrollable moan. Ahhhhhh… About ten seconds later… finally, the storm ended.

My still-erect penis didn't want to be pulled out. She didn't move either, still sticking her buttocks out, one hand braced against the wall.

I suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for this girl. Having a girlfriend or wife like her would be the best thing in the world. I
slowly leaned forward, embraced her, and caressed her breasts. She suddenly straightened up, swinging the large penis still inside her vagina.
The moment the glans left her vaginal opening, she let out another soft moan. She glanced at me, then
at the still-erect penis. Blushing, she tried to pull down her underwear, then turned and opened the stairwell door. I grabbed
her and pulled her into my arms, caressing her body. "Is anyone home?" she asked sweetly. "Okay, let me
go. You should go now," I said, holding her tightly. "I want to get to know you, is that okay?" I kissed her neck and
cheek again. She lowered her head and gently shook it, still sweetly replying, "You should go now," then
turned and opened the stairwell door without hesitation, pressing the elevator button.

I suddenly felt a sense of loss. I chased after her, watching her enter the elevator. The moment the elevator doors closed, our
eyes met . A tender, lingering look.

I didn't dare linger. Like a fugitive, I immediately fled the neighborhood. I reached the street.
The darkness of the night and the streetlights made me feel like I was in another world. I looked back at the apartment building. I looked back at the neighborhood. I left
dejectedly feeling unsatisfied. Walking on the street, my mind was filled with the image of that girl and my recent madness.

I sighed, thinking, "If only we were normal lovers..."

For the next few days, I waited at the same time and place, hoping to see her again.

I even lingered near the entrance of that neighborhood. But I never saw her again. ( The following is unrelated and appears to be a separate comment: "

I hope the author continues to publish good books
. The author is quite bold. I could only grope her in the car. Following her like that on the subway, and even following her back home! That's really daring. Why didn't she go to her house, recognize the address, and then go again next time?")

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