Bus hero saves the beauty

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When it was lunchtime, the bus pulled into the server area for lunch. After lunch, I returned to the bus and saw the girl was already there, with a guy next to her. I went back to my seat and found the guy harassing the girl, asking her all sorts of questions and trying to get her contact information. The girl just gave perfunctory answers, playing on her phone and ignoring me. After a while, the guy got bored but didn't leave, so he sat down next to the girl. I thought to myself, "Why sit in the back when there are plenty of good seats? He's definitely trying to pick up the girl, but she's ignoring him, and he's still hanging on." Gradually, it got dark, and most of the passengers fell asleep. I saw the guy was asleep too, the girl was playing on her phone, and I leaned against the window, staring blankly. Soon, I also fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept, but when I looked out the window, it was completely dark except for two interior lights. I looked at the girl; her head was resting on the seat in front of her, probably asleep, and the guy was in the same position. But to my surprise, the guy's hand had already reached the girl's thigh. The girl tightly clamped her legs together, pushing against the man's hand, but it was all in vain. The man continued to caress her thigh. I was furious. How dare he violate my goddess! Without thinking, I grabbed my phone and slammed it into his hand, then pulled his hand away. I put my arm around the girl's shoulder and said, "Let's switch seats." After she sat down, I glared at the guy and said, "Are you looking for trouble? This is my friend." He looked guilty and didn't dare look at me. He took out his phone, pretended to make a call, and then went to sit down in a seat a few rows ahead. I looked at the girl; she was staring blankly out the window at the darkness. To ease the awkward atmosphere, I asked her if she was alright. She shook her head, said thank you, turned to look at me, and then lowered her head. I took the opportunity to move closer to her and started chatting. We asked each other where we were from and what we did for a living, but soon we ran out of things to talk about. The car was quiet; most people were asleep. I suggested she take a nap, and she agreed, leaning back in her seat. Watching her sleep, I slowly drifted off too. A short while later, the car's bumps woke me. I realized the girl was asleep on my shoulder. I was quite excited. Slowly, I put my arm around her shoulder and rested my head against hers—it felt wonderful. Perhaps I woke her up; she stirred and sat up. I immediately pretended to be asleep again. I felt her take off her shoes, put her feet on the seat, and slide her head down my arm until she was in my lap. My heart raced, and I grew bolder. I stroked her hair with one hand and placed the other on her waist, continuing to pretend to be asleep. The girl didn't react, seemingly accepting it. Then my hand moved down her waist to her buttocks, and then to her thigh. I opened my eyes to see her reaction, but she kept them closed, seemingly enjoying herself. I looked at her small, delicate feet and really wanted to touch them, to lick her toes, but my hands couldn't reach them. Just then, she turned over and lay flat on her back, her chest rising and falling with her breath. I could see most of her breasts and a deep cleavage from her neckline; those beautiful breasts were at least a C-cup. Instantly, I got aroused, my penis hardening and pressing against the girl's back. I looked around; most people were asleep, and the lighting was dim, so I couldn't see anything clearly. So I lifted her neckline and saw her large breasts and flesh-colored bra. They were so beautiful! My heart immediately raced, but I didn't dare to reach in and grab those big breasts; I just touched them a few times through her clothes. Just then, the bus arrived at the station. The girl was still pretending to be asleep. I shook her shoulder to tell her we had arrived, and she finally sat up and straightened her clothes. It was already past midnight. I offered to take her home, but she said no, her mother was picking her up at the station. I had nothing to say. I packed my things and got off the bus, and she followed me off. I stayed with her until she called her mother to come and pick her up, and then I took a taxi home. When I got home and took a shower, I masturbated. Afterwards, I regretted not reaching in and grabbing her breasts, and when I left, I forgot to even exchange WeChat contacts. This was my first time experiencing a romantic encounter, and I still savor the feeling. Unfortunately, I haven't had anything like it since. I've only had two girlfriends, one my first love and one my current wife. My romantic experience is very limited, and I've never even been to a prostitute. So, what might not be a big deal for some people is a rare experience for me. [The End]

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