[On the Way to School] (A Young Woman Without Underwear) Author: Unknown

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On the Way to School

Author: Unknown
Word Count: 3838

When I was a high school student, I always took the bus to school. Back then, the bus line near my home didn't have a special student
bus, so I took a regular bus. Since it was a regular bus, of course, it was also used by ordinary working people. And
the seats on my bus line were like those on a train, row upon row with an aisle in the middle. It was usually incredibly crowded during
the morning rush hour. My school was pretty good, and I was a decent-looking person—at least
not too unpleasant! So these external factors were my best cover.

You readers might think I'm a lecherous pervert, but you'd be wrong! I'm not really interested in girls my own age ; usually, it's just that those girls pursue me! I'm actually quite attracted
to mature working men. Among the many women waiting at the bus stop, I admired a working woman. She was elegant and well-dressed. She was always accompanied by someone on a motorcycle to the bus stop, and judging from the way she was holding that person, I figured he was either her boyfriend or husband. Initially, I didn't have any particular intentions towards her; I just enjoyed seeing her and paid attention to her demeanor and clothing. One day, when boarding the bus, everyone was usually pushing and shoving without queuing, and I happened to be in front of her. Because of the crowd, everyone pushed forward, and naturally, she was forced to push against me. I don't know what happened, but suddenly all my senses focused on my back. She was holding a purse in one hand, her fingers pressing against my buttocks, and her other hand, holding a ticket, was pressing against my shoulder. I guessed she was protecting her breasts. The sudden pressure of a woman's hand against my buttocks, and the friction from the pushing and shoving, aroused my desire. I could have easily dodged her, but I didn't want to miss the opportunity. On a whim, I suddenly turned and glared at her, then my gaze swept over her hand holding her purse… She realized what I meant by that; clearly, she felt embarrassed. Once on the bus, I found a chance to block her path, standing face-to-face. I deliberately acted annoyed, staring at her blatantly, while she lowered her head shyly and awkwardly. Then, as more and more people boarded , the distance between us increased until we were practically touching. I guess it was psychological? Her initial protective stance vanished. She let go of her purse, only gripping the shoulder strap, while my hand, holding my backpack, pressed against her lower abdomen. With the swaying of the bus, the back of my hand rubbed lower abdomen. I felt guilty, but also very comfortable! Her only reaction was to turn her flushed face away. As they say, "Give them an inch, and they'll take a mile!" I even stretched out my fingers and rubbed them directly against the hollow of her lower abdomen. I was actually more nervous than excited ! Honestly, I didn't feel anything special, and it wasn't as outrageous as described in typical adult books! But I'm certain she was genuinely shy, not faking it! Since I got off the bus before her, before I got off, taking advantage of the crowd, I used my backpack to cover myself and, with my palm facing outwards, stroked her buttocks piece by piece. I could feel the line formed by the edge of her underwear and her buttocks, and the two contours of her buttocks. Wow! So good!! I was immersed in this next day, when I saw her again, we were both a little embarrassed, and I didn't want to look at her. When the bus arrived, I bravely squeezed on and managed to get a seat. She was slower, and by the time she got on, there were no seats ! She was standing only one row away from my seat, so I could see her. I noticed her gaze was also on me, thankfully without any malice! So I started focusing my gentle, yet not annoying, gaze on her. After one ride, she seemed flustered and uncomfortable! For the next few days, I continued to search for her gaze on the bus, and I think she got used to it . One day, I deliberately wanted to tease her. When I knew she was standing nearby, I didn't look at her once until I was about to get off, when I finally caught a glimpse of her looking at me with a questioning gaze. Ha! She still cared quite a bit! Then one evening after school, I was surprised to see her on the bus. There weren't many people on the bus, and there were still empty seats, but I still walked over and stood next to her. The window seat next to her was empty. She saw me standing there for a while, then moved to the window seat. I still didn't move. She probably felt a little embarrassed; she tilted her head and looked at me, then patted the chair, gesturing for me to sit down. I sat down without hesitation . The seats weren't big, so we were sitting close together. Actually, I did it on purpose. I put my backpack on my lap, and my hand casually moved between her thighs and mine, slowly caressing her stockinged thighs. She kept pressing her legs together and crossing them. Finally, she probably couldn't take it anymore and grabbed my hand. I had no choice but to obediently put my hand down. I saw her face flushed and her neck bulging as she glared at me, but her eyes held of ambiguity. Then I reached my hand from behind her back and started fiddling with her bra straps. She twisted turned, trying to avoid me. I then tried to unhook her bra, which terrified her! She whispered, " Don't go too far!" I said guiltily, "I didn't!" At the same time, I crossed my arms over my chest and, under the cover of my arms, touched her bra cups with my fingers. Even through the bra, I could still feel the softness of her breasts. Although I had touched my older sister's breasts before, this was the first time for an outsider, so it felt both novel and nerve-wracking. Of course, I was eager to have my way with her breasts. After thinking for a moment, I pretended to open the car window and stood up slightly to do so. As I opened the window with one hand, I took advantage of the opening and grabbed one of breasts. I felt incredibly good! She nervously adjusted her shirt, trying to avoid being seen. I could understand her anxiety; anyway, I had achieved my goal, and a smug smile crept onto my lips. She gasped, "You're so bold! How could you do this..." I maintained my smug smile and didn't reply, since we were almost at our stop anyway. Just as I was about to get off the bus , I whispered in her ear, "I want your underwear!" She was startled and said, "Say that again!" I said, "Or you can't wear underwear tomorrow!" She got angry, "You still dare to say that!!" and then turned her face to the window, ignoring me.

She didn't get off the bus, and I don't know why. Anyway, I went home with a victorious smile.

The next morning, while waiting for the bus, she ignored me with a stiff face, and she still ignored me after getting on the bus. I carefully examined her skirt,
trying to find traces of her underwear. Ah! What a letdown, she was wearing underwear! But when I was about to get off the bus, she handed me
a plastic bag from a 7-Eleven. I was so nervous!

In a secluded spot on campus, I took it out and looked inside. It was a pair of pinkish-purple briefs! ? They were quite conservative,
washed, so they smelled nice, and there was a note that read: "Damn it! Pervert!"

Throughout the day, I ran to the toilet almost every break between classes. What did I do? You can imagine!

After school, I tried to get to my bus stop before her and waited for her. After a long wait, she finally got off the bus. She
looked a little surprised when she saw me, then gave me a mischievous and playful smile and said, "Can your mom wear this?" I said,
"Sister, stop kidding!" Then we chatted haphazardly for a while.

Later, she said she had to transfer to another bus to go home, and I playfully teased her, "I want the one you're wearing
!" She said, "Stop it! It's outside, how can you?" I pointed to the gas station across the street,
and she looked at it for a while, then said, "Wait a minute!" She crossed the street to the gas station's restroom.

About seven or eight minutes later, I watched her walk back. Haha! The way she walked was so strange; even though there was no
wind , she was still clutching the hem of her skirt, and her feet were still turned inwards. When she handed it to me, she said, "It's not washed, it's not clean!"

But I noticed she was still wearing stockings, so I asked her, "You're still wearing stockings?! How did you take them off?" She
said, "Mind your own business!" and even hit me on the head!

Then she said she was going home and told me not to follow her, or I'd never see her again. I asked her
for her phone number, but she refused; however, she did write mine down.

That night, she called and we talked for a long time. She was very interested in my relationship with my older sister. She said her
younger brother, who was in elementary school, would go through her underwear in the bathroom, which scared him so much that he hung his own underwear to dry in his
room ...

From then on, we would chat naturally every morning, seemingly like siblings, but actually,
our conversations were all about adult topics. We had a serious discussion about our relationship, and we both agreed that it was
a way to relieve stress (an excuse).

About a month before my university entrance exams, she said she was going to be transferred soon and wouldn't have many opportunities
to see me anymore. I nervously arranged to meet her at the bus stop. After we met, we talked for a long time. I asked her
to come to a hotel with me, but she refused no matter how much I pleaded. She wouldn't even have a coffee or a drink. I remember I was begging her
with tears in my . In the end, she only agreed to give me another pair of underwear, and then we went to the gas station across the street together.

I asked to go in with her, but she refused at first. I mentioned my older sister's example, and it actually worked!

She agreed! Then we were busy choosing whether to go into the men's or women's room. We finally chose the men's room because there
were two stalls, and men mostly use the toilets to urinate, so they rarely use the stalls, making it safer and cleaner.

After we went in, she lifted her skirt and told me to take it off myself. It was pure white underwear, was she very
conservative ? When I took off her underwear, I saw that she had very little pubic hair. I wanted to touch her labia, but she
refused. She whispered to me that she was still a virgin and could only look, not touch. Actually, I touched her
several times , but she couldn't accept my caresses.

After taking her panties, I held her tightly, rubbing my face against her breasts. She hugged my
head tenderly and asked, "Do you and your sister do this too?" I nodded, then slipped my hand inside her t-shirt,
caressing her bra. When I found the back clasp, I unhooked it when she wasn't looking!

She hadn't expected me to take off her bra, and she started to struggle! Just then, someone came in to urinate, and she didn't
dare make a sound anymore. I then became even more unrestrained in rubbing her breasts.

Her breasts were similar to my older sister's, but my older sister's nipples were a lighter color. I saw her brows
furrowed , looking both excited and sad. I put her nipple in my mouth, and I couldn't help but think of my older sister's nipples.
I really missed them! So I cherished this opportunity even more.

I licked and sucked her nipples while caressing her genitals until her legs went weak…
After I was done, I considerately helped her fasten her bra and pull up her t-shirt. She was panting and leaning against the wall, looking at
me. I didn't know if she had orgasmed.

Still not satisfied, I took out my penis and asked her to hold it. She was too shy to look and just held
it with her eyes closed. I took her hand and guided her to masturbate me. Because we were both very nervous, I ejaculated soon after
!

After we tidied up and made sure no one else came in, we "escaped" the gas station as quickly as possible! Then,
very tacitly, we left one on each side! That night, I was in a terrible mood. I kept
masturbating with those two pairs of underwear until I was completely exhausted before I fell asleep.

The next day was the last time I saw her. While waiting for the bus, she told me that she was getting married
, and to someone from Nantou. She was going to handle the handover that day… I just listened, suppressing my sadness,
without saying anything. Unexpectedly, she told me in a very soft voice, “I’m not wearing any today… and from now on, whenever
I think of you, I’ll do this…”

(That’s probably why I often make my wife go out without underwear!)

[The End]

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