young woman on bus roof

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Since I "hooked" a super hot young woman last December, I hadn't "hooked" anyone else until February 12th of the new year. It wasn't that I hadn't taken the bus, but the bus and time were just not right. Also, even though I was in the south and dressed lightly, I still didn't feel good, so sometimes I'd give up. I'm the kind of person who'd rather have nothing than something bad; I have strict requirements for the quality of "hooks." I only managed a few pleasant butt-touching moments, which I can't even remember now.
Time flew by, and the new year arrived quickly. People say a new year brings new beginnings, and our "bus service" should also have a good start, so on February 12th, I decided to go out and try again, hoping for a great start. Later, it turned out that my decision was right, and it strengthened my resolve for the new year. It happened to be Saturday. I had checked the weather forecast beforehand, and the high temperature on the 12th was expected to reach 28 degrees Celsius. This was good news for me, as such weather meant I would encounter many girls wearing skirts. In the afternoon, I took a shower, changed my clothes, and specially put on my bus shorts—a pair of loose and thin pants with a wide crotch. Full of anticipation, I set off on my journey.
At 5:45, a fully loaded bus arrived. I didn't rush to get on; I observed the situation, mainly to assess the crowding and the quality of the women. As usual, I chose my target from among the people boarding. A young woman in a brown dress caught my eye. The front door was already packed and wouldn't open; everyone was boarding from the back. (Here's a personal tip: when boarding from the back, never be the first to board unless you see a good target already. But if you are the first, you'll quickly be pushed to the center of the bus by those boarding later. Everyone knows the center is the most spacious and has the best view, so it's generally difficult to push your way through.) Nor should you be the last to board, because in such a crowded bus, you're likely to be the one with your face pressed against the rear window, unless you're next to someone... Having a suitable target is crucial; otherwise, even if you see other targets, you can only sigh in vain and regret it later. You must be in the middle of the crowd. When the opportunity arises, stick close to your chosen target, stopping wherever she stops. But you must stay close, otherwise you'll easily be pushed aside. Even if you don't encounter such a good opportunity, you'll have options (you can choose from front, back, left, and right). I used a lateral cutting-edge technique. When I saw my target boarding, I suddenly cut in from the side of the line, arriving right behind her the instant she boarded. There were more people inside than I expected. After boarding from the back door, she pushed towards the front of the bus. I pushed her waist tightly, moving forward close to her. Unfortunately, there were too many people in front, and I stopped just past the back door's support row of seats. There were too many people in front; I couldn't get any further.
This is better; at least people getting on and off won't bother us. A moment later, we reached the top and looked around. To our left was a young man, to our right a couple embracing by the pole, and behind and to our right was a girl. The people behind me and to my left were holding onto the handrails with their backs to me. The environment was quite suitable. My only concern was that the young man to my left might see me touching the handrail, but I had a way to deal with that. I was secretly pleased the moment I boarded, and now I was ecstatic. Just thinking about it made me excited. But hold on a second, let me observe the woman in front of me first. She had a bag slung over her right shoulder, her right hand resting on the seat back, and her left hand gripping the handrail. She wasn't very tall; gripping the handrail made her waist lean slightly forward, her hips slightly protruding. She wore a pink silk fitted t-shirt and a black knee-length tulle skirt. Her hair was wavy. From behind, I could not only smell her delicate fragrance but also see the marks of her bra on her back and a thin gold necklace around her fair neck. Judging by my assessment, she was between 30 and 35 years old. While slightly plump, her curves were still alluring, her skin was still smooth and fair, and her attire was impeccable. She must be a woman who has time and pays attention to skincare. It's a blessing to have met such a woman so soon after opening my business. Before I knew it, the car had traveled a hundred meters. This route is like this—lots of cars and many traffic lights, but that suited me perfectly. I held onto the handrail with my left hand and had my right hand in my pocket, waiting for the right moment. Just as the car stopped at a red light, I used the braking inertia to press my lower body against the erect part of the penis. A warm, soft sensation came from below. (Before getting on the bus, I had already taken my penis out of my ripped underwear. These homemade underwear have a hole in the front; when someone is tall and wants their penis to stick up against their buttocks, the underwear provides support without needing to adjust it by hand. With someone of similar height, it allows for easy up-and-down and left-and-right thrusting and rubbing. With someone shorter, it can also press the penis down to allow it to be squeezed between their buttocks. Today I encountered...) (This person's height was just right, suitable for the second method.) After the car stopped, I tentatively didn't move my lower body. I quickly glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention, then focused my gaze on the side of the woman's face where she might turn back. While the car wasn't moving, my lower body pressed firmly against her buttocks, pushing forward with force. I wasn't sure exactly where my penis was against her buttocks, as I didn't look down, but the force I was using to push forward was very real. I wanted her to know that the force pushing her buttocks forward wasn't from the car's movement, but from the man behind her—me. She didn't turn around, not even to the side, nor did she push back or move forward. She completely relied on my force. At that moment, I judged two possibilities: one, she knew there was a man behind her, but she couldn't be sure if it was intentional or due to being pushed passively, so she couldn't react; two, because my attention wasn't focused and my penis wasn't fully erect, she was slow to warm up and wasn't in a hurry to react. So she's quite smart and experienced, able to adapt to any situation. But for me, one thing is certain: it's safe. I can confidently push forward without causing strong resistance. As for whether she'll cooperate or not, we'll have to take it one step at a time. The car started moving again. At this moment, I tentatively moved my lower body away a little, while also looking down to check the position of her buttocks and how to proceed. My hand remained in my pocket, not in a hurry to take it out. Sure enough, during a right turn, her buttocks, along with her fragrant back, pressed tightly against my chest. Looking at her fair neck, smelling the fragrance, and with her buttocks pressing against me, my penis instantly became erect. Only with an erect penis could I fully feel the soft, warm buttocks beneath the young woman's thin gauze skirt. My toes, penis, and inner thighs were perfectly aligned with her full, round buttocks, as if enveloping her. Immediately, the car straightened, and I felt her buttocks hadn't moved away. At this point, I felt it was ready. I slowly adjusted the position of my penis against her buttocks, and soon my erect penis could feel the shape of her cleft. Her clothing made her buttocks very prominent; the curves of her waist, the peaks of her buttocks, the cleft of her buttocks, and the curves and shapes of her thighs were all so obvious. Through the thin pants, my penis seemed… It seemed to be pushing in forcefully, while my testicles pressed tightly against her buttocks. With the swaying of the bus, I could feel the friction between our bodies, a warm sensation constantly assaulting my brain. I didn't rush to pull my hand away, wanting to savor the feeling. I was afraid my eagerness would worry her and cause her to freak out. Everything continued. She still didn't turn around, but suddenly started talking to the couple to our right—it turned out they were together! I hadn't noticed this for so long on the bus. The couple embracing was actually with her. Watching others' tender affection, the young woman in front of me began to show a hint of restlessness. I felt her lean back slightly, though faintly, it was real, and she would occasionally sway. The effect of her actions on me was that my swollen glans felt engorged with blood under this friction, even a little painful. I thought, squeezing too tightly might not be good either; there was no room to maneuver. So I moved back further. I moved a little, but not as tightly as before. A short while later, I noticed her high-heeled legs moving. At first, I thought she was going to stomp on my foot, so I cautiously moved my feet to stay within a safe range. Then I realized she was just slightly spreading her legs, her legs forming an "O" shape, lifting her buttocks. I was scared; I hadn't expected her pleasure to be so intense and urgent. When I sensed this movement, I relaxed. When I clearly felt her lift her buttocks again, I spread my legs and pressed them against her thighs. My hand in my pocket held my hard penis, and through the fabric, I used the back of my hand to find the exact spot in her buttock cleft and started poking it. She must have felt it. Later, I realized this was too tedious and the pleasure was limited to the head, so I pressed my penis down, letting the cleft clamp it in first, then forcefully lifting it upwards. My hand was freed. Later, I found that this method, which I often used, brought me much better pleasure. As soon as my right hand was free, I couldn't stop... Without any preamble, I went straight to the point. I placed my hand on the junction of her hips and waist; the feel of that spot was wonderful, so plump. She turned her handbag to the front, probably worried I was stealing, but otherwise showed no reaction. To allay her concerns, I slowly moved my hand down there, using half of my palm—the base of my thumb and the tips of some of my fingers—to touch her. Her buttocks were clearly visible under the thin gauze skirt; the warmth and fleshiness were so obvious, I could even feel the outline of her underwear. But I couldn't leave my hand there for too long; the sweat on my hand would make her uncomfortable. So, I used the same technique as the "pig's hand" to carefully caress the buttocks in front of me. I wouldn't miss such an opportunity. The young woman still occasionally said a few words and would sometimes lean back against me, making me feel quite embarrassed. Observing the people around us, we were in a blind spot, which was perfect. The young woman still didn't turn around, just silently cooperating. From this, I deduced that she was also a practical type in her work. Shooting in her today would be a piece of cake, even external ejaculation. I had enough fluid and the right environment, but I didn't want to do it. This was a landmark experience in my bus history. I didn't want to ejaculate externally on the black dress of such a cooperative, obedient, and seductive young woman who shared a deep connection with me, even if it meant getting my freshly changed pants wet. Time passed slowly. Due to traffic, the car moved intermittently at a slow, idling speed, occasionally braking suddenly or turning. The woman in front of me would sometimes wiggle her buttocks or stick them out, and I would occasionally use my hand to hold my penis and press it hard against her vulva. Everything around me seemed to disappear; the world consisted only of the two of us. I could no longer care about my surroundings or the surprised or disdainful looks that the girl to my right and the young man to my left might give me. My mind was blank. I don't know when, but my other hand, which was holding the handrail, also came down and gripped the woman's waist. Finally, with my breath held, with my testicles and penis rubbing hotly against her vulva and buttocks, with one hand holding the woman's waist and the other covering one of her buttocks, I erupted like magma with unstoppable force. I didn't move away, but let my penis rub against her vulva and buttocks. My penis throbbed violently, and a large amount of hot semen gushed out, flowing rapidly down my thighs and onto my calves. I instinctively tried to calm myself. The scalding semen had probably already soaked through the layers of gauze separating our bodies. She probably felt the throbbing from my erection. She finally turned her head, and I finally had close eye contact with her. For a moment, I sensed a hint of resentment or complaint in her eyes, but she quickly looked away. At the same time, her hand reached behind her and touched her buttocks. Before I could even remove my still-erect penis, her hand touched her buttocks. My heart tightened; my emotions were incredibly complex—panic, self-reproach, and excitement all at once. Because at the same time she touched her buttocks with such speed and without my awareness...She touched my penis, and to be honest, I was terrified at that moment, but instead felt even more excited. The instant she touched it, she quickly pulled her hand away, and my penis, which was about to go limp, became erect again in a very short time. The erection after ejaculation seemed even stronger and more powerful than before. She seemed uneasy after pulling her hand away; I could clearly feel it, but she pretended to be calm. This made me feel a little pity and guilt. She tried to move, but there was nowhere to move, so she just turned her body slightly to the side, but that didn't bother me. What's that? After that mental experience, I got an erection again and couldn't get it back down. So I went even further and pressed against her right buttock, slowly turning to the side to try and get her into the rear position. My hands became even more unrestrained, increasing the area and pressure, fully experiencing the soft, full buttocks under the young woman's thin gauze skirt. I felt like I was out of control. At that moment, I was like a madman. This feeling, every time I finished, made me hate myself. I felt guilty, conflicted, and tormented. It was so agonizing, I couldn't stop. The young woman seemed helpless against my enthusiasm, perhaps just hoping to get off the bus soon. The more she acted this way, the more excited I became. My penis was in a state of extreme arousal. Perhaps my excessive enthusiasm moved her, and she forgot her previous lesson, starting to twist and thrust again. Now I really didn't know whether I should thank her or she should thank me. Three minutes before we reached the station, I ejaculated again. This time there wasn't much fluid, and she didn't seem as uneasy as before. Instead, she waited quietly for the bus to stop before getting off. I respectfully made way for her, letting her go first. Just as she was about to get off, I squeezed her hard again and followed her off. As soon as I got off, my lower back felt a little sore. Standing for more than thirty minutes and ejaculating twice had made me very tired. I had planned to follow her for a while to see where this well-behaved young woman lived, but I was too tired and too satisfied, so I followed her for a short distance and then turned back.
This time, she broke some of my personal records: the longest and most precise time I've ever touched her buttocks and reached into her crotch, the only time I've ejaculated twice, and the most harmonious time we've ever been together. She ushered in a new era for my "bus career" in 2006, while also giving me a lot to think about. We all live in contradictions!

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