A girl secretly fell asleep on the bus early in the morning; the final result was a genuine repost.

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A year ago, I was laid off by a company due to financial difficulties, but with my qualifications, I found another job in less than two days.
But that job required a one-hour bus ride to get there, and involved leaving early and returning late, so it wasn't exactly a good job.
About a week later, I noticed a girl sitting across from me every day. She wasn't exactly pretty, but she was definitely not ugly either.
She had a rather round figure, which made her breasts fuller than the average girl's. I liked to sit in the very last left corner of the lower deck of the bus.
And she sat across from me every day like that. Since bus seats are designed to be quite narrow, it was quite common for our knees to touch.
As time went by, I saw that girl every day, and I unconsciously started greeting her and chatting with her (please don't ask what her name is...).
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I knew she was getting off at the same stop as me, so sometimes when we were almost at our stop and she was asleep again, I would gently pat her hand, but I couldn't wake her up.
She was really sleeping soundly, so I would give her hand a firm pat, and she would wake up, thank me, and get off the bus.
After that, the girl started to rely on my reminders to go to sleep, and of course, I didn't dislike it, because it's nice to have someone rely on you.
Secondly, although she's not exactly beautiful, she sometimes looks really cute when she's sleeping and drooling.
One day, she sat opposite me as usual, and I nonchalantly continued reading. I noticed she had fallen asleep, and what was even more surprising was that...
Her thighs were naturally open towards me as she was asleep, and because her skirt was just above her knees, plus she was holding a schoolbag.
I held my long sports bag to the side, almost invisible to others; my ankles were folded together while my thighs were spread out, forming a rhombus shape.
My entire white panty was completely visible. It had a small bow on it, simple and cute. Perhaps my pubic hair was a bit thick.
A few pubic hairs were sticking out from the edge of her underwear. Honestly, it would be strange if she didn't react. I didn't wake her up or touch her.
I watched her until she was almost at her stop and then woke her up. This time, I patted her thigh to wake her up. She thanked me and we got off the train together.
For the next few days, she slept with her feet closed, or half-open or slightly open. I couldn't possibly reach out and spread her legs apart, could I?
It would be strange if she didn't wake up; I thought to myself that such a blessing was something you could only come across once in a lifetime.
But perhaps with a bit of luck, I accidentally discovered her little secret for making her legs spread wider. Once, I was so tired that I sat too limply.
I moved my knee closer to her than usual, and she opened her legs so that my knee was against the hem of her skirt.
In other words, between her knees and thighs, we got to see her white underwear again in a clear and close-up view until we got off the bus together.
After that, using this method, white, yellow, and light blue underwear became her go-to colors, with white being the most common. The bows on her underwear were often pink.
Some are white, and sometimes you can even see her wearing sanitary napkins, and her genitals look swollen.
As time went on, I grew bolder. I would first check if the people sitting next to me or nearby were asleep.
(Because it was early morning, most people would choose to sleep.)
Using my sports bag as cover, I reached out and touched her thigh. My heart was pounding so hard, it felt like my blood vessels were about to burst.
But I also pay attention to my surroundings and the girl herself, using my hands to sense her presence while my eyes scan all directions.
If someone isn't asleep, I won't touch them.
Touching her thigh, she didn't wake up, because I already knew the force needed to wake her. Then I probed deeper with my hand.
Although the flesh on her thighs was thick, it was very smooth. When I touched some hair, I knew I had reached her pubic hair.
I gently grabbed a few pubic hairs and teased them a few times before stopping, because I didn't want to get caught on my first try.
Then, on several occasions, because there were people awake nearby, I didn't make a move. And when I did, I only touched the edge of their underwear.
If you touch pubic hair, pull your hand back.
After a while, I don't know if she's become physiologically accustomed to me patting her awake, but she seems to have developed some immunity to my forceful patting when I wake her up to get out of the car.
I had to grab her shoulders and shake her twice before she woke up.
At that moment, a bad feeling started to form in my mind. One day, she sat across from me with her legs spread wide, just like always.
That day I was wearing a light blue pair of underwear with lace trim and a pink bow on it, which was one of the kinds of underwear I usually see.
That was definitely my boldest start, watching everyone around me fall asleep (while doing it and watching).
I touched her thigh with more pressure than usual, but she didn't wake up. The bus seats weren't very long.
Therefore, she couldn't sit on the lower half of her skirt. I took advantage of this and pushed her skirt up to the middle of her thighs, a position where I could attack or defend as needed.
Even if she wakes up, she'll only think that her schoolbag made her skirt ride up.
Seeing that she wasn't awake, I stopped touching her thigh and instead reached down to the edge of her panties, stroking the protruding pubic hair. Then...
My fingers started moving towards the center and finally found the vaginal area. Because the underwear wasn't as thick as I'd imagined...
Therefore, I can feel the shape of the vulva even through the underwear. Of course, I will also pay attention to the pressure when touching it, because it is a sensitive area.
I would definitely not touch it forcefully.
I kept stroking her back and forth, and looking back, it seems there was no sign of her getting wet at all, and she slept until we got off the bus.
Then, about two days later, I turned her skirt inside out again and found that she had bought new underwear—a pair of apricot-colored lace underwear.
Judging from her appearance, this style of underwear is really not suitable for her.
This time, instead of touching her thighs, I went straight to her genitals. Perhaps I was a little too hasty, because she trembled slightly.
But she didn't wake up. Then I started gently rubbing her genitals up and down, and I noticed that her underwear was a little loose.
I'm not sure if it's because it's new, but because of that, when I rubbed her genitals, her panties also rubbed against me a little.
Perhaps because of this, she started to breathe slightly, and there was a small wet patch on her underwear.
But based on my observations over the past few months, I figured she wouldn't wake up, so I gently probed upwards, towards the tip of her labia.
That is to say, most women can feel the clitoris. Even through underwear, I can feel it by gently pressing and circling my finger.
The small wet patch quickly became a large one, only slightly better than when she urinated. Her breathing also became rapid, and I didn't want anything to go wrong.
So I immediately withdrew my hand, but she still didn't wake up. When I woke her up after we got off the bus, she had been awake for a short while and seemed to realize that her genitals were wet.
Because she pressed her skirt down towards that area with her hand, and it was probably wet, a little bit of her vaginal fluid seeped through the fabric when she pressed it down.
At that moment, she realized that I had noticed her.
After getting off the bus, I casually asked her if she had any problems. She replied that she did, and I handed her a pack of tissues to use.
She knew I knew what was wrong with her, so she bent down to take the tissue and went into the public restroom in the park near the station.
The next day, knowing she might be a little uneasy, I didn't do anything for the next few days, only checking her underwear.
I think I changed all her underwear during this period, and it wasn't until two weeks later that I started again, but I only made her slightly wet, otherwise it would be too stimulating.
She might wake up.
One day, I did the same thing as her, lifting up her skirt. It was those light blue panties again. Then, I focused my attack on her clitoris.
Perhaps her clitoris hadn't been touched by me in a long time, because it quickly became very wet, yet she was still breathing weakly. At that moment,
I mustered up my courage and gently pulled my underwear to the side with my middle and ring fingers. When I opened it, I could feel it even through the underwear.
As expected, her pubic hair was so thick it completely covered her vagina. I teased her clitoris with my index finger; the difference was immediately apparent when I touched it directly.
Her vaginal fluid immediately flowed out, and then I gently teased the entrance to her vagina a few times with the tip of my index finger, making sure she wouldn't wake up.
I slowly inserted half of my index finger into her. At that moment, her breathing became more rapid than before, but still not enough to wake her up.
I thrust in rhythm with her breathing, about thirty times. Since she wasn't wearing underwear to block her vaginal fluid, it all flowed onto her skirt.
That is to say, her buttocks would definitely be soaked. Knowing when to stop is my ironclad rule, so I pulled out after a little longer. After pulling out...
The underwear returns to its original position due to its elasticity.
After I woke her up, she immediately realized she had another problem. She whispered in my ear, "When we get off the bus later, could you walk behind me?"
I said no problem. After getting off the bus, I saw that the back of her skirt was soaked. I then casually asked her, "What happened?"
She still said it was nothing, but of course I didn't let her off the hook. I asked again, "Did you lose control of your bladder?" She hurriedly said no, and then I said, "Okay, I understand."
She begged me not to tell anyone, but I said it wouldn't make any difference. She added that she didn't know how she was going to get back to school in this state.
So I took her to the park. Since the park is located under an overpass with six wide-lane roads, there were few people passing by in the early morning and little lighting.
I found a narrow alley next to an electrical control room in the park. The alley was so narrow that only one person could fit through it. Then I handed her the tissue.
I asked her to take off her school skirt and hand it to me so I could clean it. At first, she was surprised, but then I told her that in my eyes, there's not much difference between underwear and swimwear.
She had barely managed to take it off when I took the school skirt from her. To be honest, for a moment I wanted to turn around and assault her, but unless she consented...
I wouldn't be able to make it.
Then, I heard her breathing heavily as she cleaned herself. Curious, I turned around and saw that she had pulled her panties down to her calves and was wiping her vagina with a tissue.
Perhaps because I touched her, she became sensitive; the more she wiped with a tissue, the wetter she became.
When she saw me staring, she told me not to look, not to look, that it was embarrassing. Then I went closer to her and threw away her tissues.
I touched her navel with my finger, and she trembled slightly. She looked at me without resisting, and I moved my finger further down.
Because I've touched her vagina so many times, I know very well that she'll feel something there. I gently hooked my finger towards her clitoris.
She went limp, and to be even more certain that she was willing to give herself to me, I gently lifted her chin and kissed her. That kiss was very long.
She looked so beautiful that it made us both feel like we were melting, but during the kiss, I inserted two fingers into her vagina again and kept thrusting them in and out.
After our lips parted, I began to kiss her body. She didn't take off her undershirt, so I sucked on her breasts through it.
My fingers continued to thrust in and out of her vagina, and I watched her expression until she got used to the rhythm of my fingers. Then I took my penis out.
I lifted one of her legs, and then gently inserted my penis, the head of my penis inside. Then, with a little more force, she cried out, "It hurts!" Yes, it did.
It was inserted completely, and after several thrusts, a little blood came out. She was a virgin.
I kept thrusting in and out afterwards. To be honest, a virgin's vagina is amazing, incredibly tight.
Several times I had to stop to suppress the urge to ejaculate, while the girl let me thrust in and out the whole time, her only reaction being how painful it was.
Ouch... That hurts...
I would then ask her if she wanted to stop, and only continue if she shook her head. After thrusting for more than ten minutes, she had already orgasmed, but I was only just ejaculating.
I pulled my penis out forcefully and ejaculated into her stomach; the semen flowed from her stomach onto her pubic hair.
Then I touched her buttocks and said, "Sweetie, clean me with your mouth." She shook her head and said she didn't know how, so I put my penis in her mouth.
Her technique was indeed very poor, and she asked me to teach her how to improve. In the end, I even ejaculated a relatively small amount into her mouth.
Afterwards, she asked me if we could start dating. I said we could try, but it might not work out. She said she understood.
Furthermore, she agreed to have sex with me frequently if she wanted to be with me, and from then on, whenever she got on the bus, she would sit next to me.
Sometimes, when she knew, I would use my schoolbag as cover to reach under her skirt, directly past her underwear, and fondle her. This happened when she was putting down her lunch.
I would also ask her out, and after dinner we would go to the park and have some fun.
She likes me to call her "good girl," and as soon as I say it, she obeys completely, whether it's sex, oral sex, or breast sex, she does it all.
However, she seemed very resistant to anal sex.

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