It was autumn

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I've been living in this city for a few years now, having come from my hometown. I can't say I have any fondness for it. The commute is
always chaotic, and squeezing onto the bus is like a 100-meter sprint. I use all 20 rules of public transport every day
to always manage to get a seat, dragging my tired body along.

Over time, I've become numb to some things, like offering seats. Because seats are so rare,
I fall asleep, completely unaware of people needing help nearby. The bus route I take is incredibly busy;
during rush hour, forget about finding a seat, just squeezing on is a feat. But as the saying goes, "Even walking at night can lead to encounters with ghosts," and
I ride the bus more than I walk at night, so I do encounter some (not ghosts, by the way).

It was autumn, and the weather in the south was still very hot (does the south even have an autumn now?). The sun
was blazing outside, the air conditioning was on in the car, and there were as many people as ever. Luckily, the person sitting next to me was getting off,
so I, of course, stuck my butt in before he stood up, then sat down, stretched, looked at the group of my old comrades
swaying , smiled smugly, and thought that the next 20 or so stops would finally be easier.

The bus swayed and groaned as it stopped at another station. More people got off than got on, and the air was filled with shouts. Sitting in my
seat watching the jostling crowd was sometimes a kind of enjoyment (I should be punished). Finally, it started moving again,
but then I suddenly saw an elderly woman with a full head of white hair squeeze in, right next to my
seat. (Good heavens… what are the people in front of me doing? Why aren't they stopping her?

Although I've memorized the 20 rule, I've never put the third one into practice.) I had no choice but to stand up (my legs
, sorry, what can I do, your 'brother' is too soft). Usually, I'd move away from
my usual a seat (to avoid upsetting them), but today there were just too many people, so I had to stand on the side.

"Yun, can you get my things?"

Following the old woman's gesture, I saw a woman who looked to be about 27 or 28 years old struggling to squeeze in. Instinctively,
I made way, and she obediently squeezed in front of me.

"Mom, I didn't expect it to be so crowded."

(When isn't it crowded?)

I held onto the handrail with my left hand and my bag with my right, shoving and jostling each other. The highway
was just crowded, the bus kept stopping and starting, and the passengers either had their eyes closed or stared blankly out the window—all exhausted
commuters! I stood behind the woman, idly looking out the window.

"Yun, looks like we'll be there a long time. I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when we get there."

"Okay."

Tired, bored… I cried out in my mind as the bus swayed and rocked, making it unbearable. Suddenly, I felt my right hand,
which was holding my bag, touch something soft and warm. Looking down, I realized my right hand was right
behind the woman's buttocks, occasionally brushing against her as the bus swayed. The fabric of her pants was thin and soft; I could feel her
body heat. I tensed up and looked around. No one had noticed.

I wanted to pull my hand away but couldn't bear to, so I rested my head on my left hand, closed my eyes, and pretended to sleep, but my attention was focused
on my right hand. I kept feeling that soft, warm flesh, occasionally brushing against her as the bus moved. I didn't dare be
too obvious, but my heart was racing, and I was getting hard. Suddenly, I noticed that the woman's genitals were also occasionally
sticking out (I kept glancing down).

Could it be? I looked around, but no one was looking. Gradually, I became bolder and squeezed forward.
Now, even if the bus wasn't moving, I could press my hand against her buttocks. I pretended to lift my bag, so my hand
moved up and down. The back of my hand touched her warm flesh, feeling the cleft between her buttocks. I slowly started breathing heavily. Suddenly, I felt
her genitals moving, slowly circling. My heart was pounding.

My hand slowly turned, very carefully and gently, and placed it on her
buttocks . I could see her trembling slightly, and I could hear my own heartbeat. I thought I was about to faint.

She pushed herself back more forcefully, her buttocks undulating against my fingers, and
her upper body leaned closer to me. I could smell the fragrance of her hair. My hand gripped her buttocks slightly tighter. I
decided to disregard everything else and reached down to her crotch, my fingers curling upwards. Suddenly, she clamped her legs together, and I
could feel her wet heat. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, and leaned closer, inhaling
the scent of her hair. I gently breathed on her earlobe, carefully watching her expression.

She had her eyes closed, and I could see she was also breathing deeply. So beautiful… It felt like looking at my
lover; it was as if only she and I remained in the world. My fingers were held between her legs, and I dared not move, feeling her
lower body sinking deeper. Did she want my fingers?

I began to gently knead her. She wriggled, her back leaning against me, finally resting against my chest. I
closed my eyes , my legs felt weak, and I was about to collapse. My heart was pounding. She must have felt
my heartbeat; she turned her head towards my face. I couldn't breathe through my nose anymore, so I breathed on the back of her
neck. She lifted her head, turned her face towards me, still with her eyes closed. I looked at her flushed face; the way she breathed through
her mouth was so cute.

She was drawing circles vigorously between her legs. I felt my fingers between her legs were wet, so I pulled them out
and rubbed them with my thumb. They were slippery. I brought them to my nose and smelled a fragrance—her body scent. My penis was
unbearably hard. I moved my bag aside and pressed my penis against her genitals. Oh… that feeling was even more stimulating than my first
time inside a woman. I think it was probably because there were so many people on the bus.

I thrust forward forcefully, and she pulled back forcefully. My right hand reached for her waist; it was soft and delicate.
I heard a soft "Mmm..." from her nose

. At that moment, she seemed to go limp, as if leaning against me. My hand slowly moved towards her
lower abdomen . She was wearing a long red t-shirt, reaching up to her thighs, so my hand slipped
inside. Her abdomen was smooth and slippery. My fingers traced circles on her round navel. She wore black pants
without a belt. She contracted her abdominal muscles slightly, and my hand slid down until it finally touched her soft pubic hair.

Her face flushed even more, and her body trembled in my arms. I gently pinched, tugged, and
rubbed . I closed my eyes, enjoying the faint fragrance, my lower body responding to her thrusts with a rhythmic contraction
. My hand continued downwards, growing hotter and hotter. Just as I was about to penetrate that forest, her hand stopped me.
I gently shook my head. I knew she was saying my hands were dirty, so I playfully pinched them and
continued stroking her soft forest. I

rubbed harder against her lower body, back and forth, side to side. Soon I heard her panting, her mouth slightly
open , emitting soft sounds from her nostrils—a seductive moan. My right hand pressed firmly against her abdomen,
squeezing my penis into her buttocks. She twisted her body, reaching down to grab my thigh,
pulling it forward forcefully. We were pressed tightly together like that, and after a few seconds, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated.

Almost simultaneously, we both let out a long sigh, and her grip on my thigh loosened. I felt completely exhausted .
She finally opened her eyes, glanced back at me, then looked a little embarrassed and nervously at
the old lady in the seat. The old lady had been sleeping with her eyes closed. She seemed relieved.

By then, my hand had been withdrawn and placed on her buttocks, giving it a squeeze. She turned around, I
smiled at her, and she smiled back. I felt wet and sticky down there, which was very uncomfortable. I wanted to go home
and change my pants right away, but I decided to try it. I took out my phone and held it out to her. She took it without looking up
, skillfully dialed a few numbers, then gently tossed her hair and handed it back to me.

Later, I learned that she was a divorced young woman with a two-year-old daughter. She was a very kind and
gentle person, and even now
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