Embarrassing moments on public buses

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I'm the computer lab administrator at a middle school. The school is far from my home, and my working hours are very long. Almost every night, I take the last bus home at 10:30 PM, and the bus is always empty; I'm used to it. Although my colleagues are always sympathetic to my situation, I like it this way because I'm introverted and don't like getting too close to others.
Today, however, I got off work early, so I could go home at the normal closing time like everyone else. When I arrived at the station, a bus was about to depart. Since it was the starting station, there were many empty seats. I happened to see a colleague who had arrived earlier, so I sat in the seat in front of him. It was one of those buses with only one seat by the window. I rested one arm on the back of the seat and sat sideways, chatting with the colleague behind me. We chatted and joked around, and before we knew it, the bus had gone several stops. I didn't notice that the bus was getting more crowded, and I continued chatting with my colleague while still leaning to the side.
Suddenly, I realized that my legs couldn't get back to the empty seat in front of me because the bus was packed. A woman was squeezed next to my seat, my legs trapped between the seat back and hers. I felt extremely embarrassed and wanted to pull my legs back, but how could I ask her to make room for me when she was so tightly pressed in front of me? I had no choice but to grit my teeth and continue watching my colleagues chat, but I found I had lost interest in the conversation. The woman's purse in front of me was pressing against my penis, and the pressure from the car's bumps sent waves of discomfort through me, making me blush with embarrassment.
I glanced at the woman; she looked to be in her thirties, with a thin face and minimal makeup—not particularly attractive, but not ugly either. Her short coat was open in front of me; I see such coats almost every day, but I've never seen them this close before. She wore dark blue jeans that clung tightly to her legs, and I thought her legs had a very shapely curve. She wore a gray turtleneck sweater, and her breasts were particularly noticeable in front of me. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but I could smell a milky fragrance.
My little brother, unable to contain his excitement, pressed hard against her purse. I tried to shift away from her purse, but my efforts were futile; there was nowhere to move. I wanted to get off, but my colleague knew I was going to stay until the last stop. How could I tell him? I thought, maybe I should just bear with it; perhaps the crowd will thin out soon.
There were more and more people on the bus, and the stop announcer on the bus kept broadcasting: "Passengers getting on the bus, please move inside."
From time to time, people on the bus complained: "How can you move inside when it's compacted?"
She was squeezed closer to me, and I raised my eyes to look at her. She looked out the window expressionlessly, and her The bag pressed against my little brother more tightly, and my little brother became even more excited. As the car bumped, strong stimulation rushed into my brain in waves. My mind almost went blank. I was sweating profusely, and the muscles all over my body were tense, letting her bag squeeze my little brother.
Inadvertently, I saw a young girl standing next to the woman. When she saw me looking at her, she quickly looked out the window, her face flushed. I figured she must have seen what was on my crotch. I lowered my head in embarrassment, but then I noticed something strange.
The woman was using her leg to prop up her purse. If she had turned the purse around, it wouldn't have touched me, but she just kept it there, and one end of the purse was precisely pressing against my penis. I started to think she was doing it on purpose. I looked up at her face, and she was still staring straight out the window, but I couldn't help but see a smug smile on her lips.
I tried to move my leg, hoping she'd know I wanted to put it back where it belonged—in front of the seat. But she didn't move; it remained pressed against me, and her leg tightened even more, holding my leg in place. I was annoyed, but I didn't know how to react. What if she wasn't doing it on purpose, and it was all just my imagination? After all, the train was so crowded, and I was the one who put my leg in the wrong place.
I thought I had a way to find out if she was doing it on purpose. I rubbed my thigh against the outside of her thigh. Her jeans were so tight; she must have felt it. I looked at her face; she didn't react at all.
So, while chatting with my colleague, I increased the pressure of rubbing her thigh, and when I stole another glance at her face, it remained completely indifferent. I went a step further, turning my other leg over and tightly clamping it between hers. Her legs were slightly apart, but she showed no intention of closing them. I think I knew what she meant. I was furious. So she had been playing me all along. Not so easy. I raised my left hand and pinched hard on the outside of her right thigh, hidden under her short coat. I wondered if many women liked to wear short coats because it was discreet and wouldn't be noticed.
As I pinched, I stole glances at her face. She still looked completely bewildered, as if I were pinching someone else's leg. I thought, why should I care? She played me, so why shouldn't I play her? I raised my hand higher and pinched her buttocks. Her buttocks were firm. I suddenly found it amusing. She stared indifferently out the window, while my colleague and I chatted casually. I pinched her buttocks, and she used her purse to nudge my erect penis. I didn't know the state of her vagina; I guessed it was probably wet.
I wanted to play a joke on her, so I pulled her buttocks forcefully into my arms. She only moved forward a little before holding on. I pulled harder, and she held on even more firmly. I stole a glance at her face; it was a little stiff from the effort, and her brows were slightly furrowed. I thought to myself, "Now you know I'm not someone to mess with." I continued joking with my colleague while vigorously pinching her buttocks.
Just then, my colleague got off the bus. We said goodbye, and he moved towards the back door.
I figured there was no fun in this standoff with this woman, so I came up with a plan. After my colleague got off and the bus started moving again, I pretended to get off at the next stop and deliberately blocked her path, letting the girl next to her sit down. I grabbed her arm holding her handbag; she didn't resist and let me pull her to the middle of the crowd. Now almost everyone had their backs to us, but we were standing face to face. I stared arrogantly at her face, and she stared back arrogantly into my eyes.
I took her hand without her handbag and placed it on my bulging crotch, whispering in her ear, "This is your masterpiece."
She pinched my penis through my pants, trying to unzip it, but I stopped her; I didn't want to embarrass myself, so she just kept pinching it. I held onto the railing on the roof of the car with one hand for balance, and with the other hand I wrapped my arms around her back from under her short coat, pulling her into my embrace. She looked up at me from my arms, and I looked down at her. She wrapped her handbag around my waist and pressed herself tightly against me, her breasts, which had been so close just moments before, now pressed against my chest.
We stared at each other, motionless. My penis grew even more aroused under her ministrations. I moved my arms down her back, grasped her buttocks, and lifted her up. She understood; the hand that had been caressing my penis wrapped around my waist, and she rose on her tiptoes, bringing her lower abdomen close to my penis. We rubbed against each other like that… I was very excited, and I knew she was too, because she held me tightly, rising and falling on her tiptoes repeatedly… We both breathed deeply and cautiously.
The final stop was approaching, and the number of passengers on the train was gradually decreasing. We couldn't move like that anymore, but we still held each other. The girl who had just gotten off the bus looked surprised when she saw us hugging. I smiled at her, and the woman in my arms, seeing me smile at the girl, turned to look at her and smiled back. The girl blushed, lowered her head, and walked towards the back door, never looking back at us.
We arrived at the final stop and got off the bus. I asked her, "Where are you going?"
She said, "Caoyun Road."
I said, "I've already passed Caoyun Road."
She said, "I know."
I asked, "Are you in a hurry to get home?"
She said, "No."
I said, "Then let's take a walk."
She nodded in agreement. So we strolled side by side along the street.
I said, "I'd only ever read about things like this in articles before, I never thought it would actually happen to me."
She said, "I thought you were being vulgar, but I didn't dare yell at you because there were so many people on the bus. But the moment you hugged me, I saw sincerity and passion in your eyes. To be honest, I was moved by your gaze."
I was surprised: "I thought you were the one who messed with me first, and I did that to get back at you."
She was also surprised: "I was the one who messed with you first?"
I said, "Yes, you pressed your purse against my genitals, and I was so angry that I did that."
She laughed: "You misunderstood. It was so crowded behind us, I had to use a lot of force to press it down, I didn't care where the purse was."
I was a little embarrassed: "Then I have to apologize for what I did."
She said, "No need, I was excited too, and I should apologize for what you didn't do." I thanked you for taking further action, as it would be embarrassing if we did anything more. You're so sensitive about sex; I guess you must be a rather introverted person?"
I said, "It seems you know a lot. Yes, I am rather introverted. I was extremely nervous when you first pressed against my lower body."
She said, "I was also extremely nervous when you first started rubbing my legs with your hands."
I said, "No wonder there were so many..." "People like having affairs; it turns out having affairs is so thrilling and exciting."
She said, "Yes. I've never had such a heart-pounding experience."
I said, "It seems we get along very well."
At this moment, she stopped and looked at me, saying very seriously, "What should we do in the future?"
I looked at her, not knowing how to answer her. How could I know what would happen in the future? How could I bear to give up such an extraordinary beginning? But I didn't even know her name yet. Seeing my serious expression, she didn't ask any more questions, and we continued walking.
In the time that followed, we introduced ourselves, talked about our hobbies, lifestyles, and so on. Unexpectedly, we got along very well and had a great time chatting. We both work in public institutions, our willpower worn down by the mundane routines of life, wasting time on monotonous tasks, carefully avoiding all sorts of troubles, yearning for a small space that truly belongs to us, a place where we can feel safe and be our true selves.
Before we knew it, it was dark, and the streets were becoming increasingly deserted. Holding her hand, thinking about the impending separation, I felt a pang of reluctance.
I hugged her and said, "I really don't want you to go."
She nestled in my arms, her face pressed against mine, and said, "Me too."
We hugged like that for a long time. Finally, I reluctantly saw her off.
This is a completely true story. We are still dating, and occasionally we make love when we're really excited, but I don't want to write about these things, and I'm too embarrassed to. I can only say it felt wonderful. The reason I'm writing this is to seek some valuable opinions. There are some things I'm embarrassed to ask her, such as: does she like me because I'm very bold with her? If so, I want to say that I'm not someone who enjoys frequent sex. I prefer quality over quantity in my sexual pursuits. It's said that people like me lose interest in sex very early on due to a lack of new stimulation.
Also, I don't know if I should tell her that I actually dislike children, so I don't want them. I believe I wouldn't be able to raise a child properly or give them a bright future. For a child, being born into this world would undoubtedly be a painful experience, and I can't bear that.

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