Bus Adventure

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One day, I worked overtime until after 10 PM and was taking the bus home with a colleague. We were standing on the two side seats behind the bus driver, chatting about work as if no one else was around. Across from me sat a bespectacled woman who looked scholarly. She wasn't particularly busty, and although I could vaguely see her fair neck, she wasn't outstanding. So I only glanced at her a few times and continued chatting with my colleague.
A little while later, an elderly man came and stopped next to me. I was about to move aside to make room for him, so he wouldn't be inconvenienced if something happened to him. Just then, the bespectacled woman stood up and offered her seat to the elderly man. It was then that I noticed she was wearing gray leggings, the lines of which looked beautiful. I imagined the thin leggings clinging to her shapely hips and thighs. It was like discovering a new continent! I looked at her more closely and found her charm had increased dramatically (of course, I'm not sure if it was because she offered her seat that my impression of her improved).
Out of "respect" (hehe, let's say that's the reason), I quickly took a half step back, but still held onto the handrail. She was standing to my left, holding onto the vertical handrail with both hands. Although there was some distance, I leaned forward slightly and could faintly smell her hair.
Just then, the person in front of my colleague wanted to get off, so after a little shoving, he sat down and started playing on his phone. More and more people got on the bus, and the people rushing in through the front door pushed me even closer to the woman with glasses. To avoid taking up too much space, I started standing sideways, but this put me directly facing the right side of her body. As the bus stopped and started abruptly, I would occasionally press my body against hers and then immediately pull away. At that moment, I truly had no impure thoughts; I maintained my composure, and my body felt perfectly normal.
Just then, the woman with glasses' phone rang. "Hello, Professor Li, the thesis is almost finished..." I later learned that she was a doctoral student, what people commonly call a woman in an ivory tower. In my opinion, she must be over 30. Thinking about
the characteristics of this type of woman, my earlier slight fluctuation in mood vanished instantly.
More and more people gathered, and eventually I was pressed against her. Note that at this point, I had no reaction at all, and she seemed to understand the situation, probably having experienced the huddling-like conditions many times before, yet she showed no reaction or intention to move away. The train continued to sway, and the friction, coupled with the descriptions of "train perverts" I'd seen on sex forums, caused my penis to suddenly become erect. Although covered by my underwear and coat, it was still firmly embedded in the bespectacled woman's full buttocks. Thinking about her thin, tight pants, I became increasingly excited, unable to suppress my restless fire. I secretly glanced at her and found nothing unusual, except that she trembled slightly, but didn't move away. The
more I thought about it, the more excited I became, but I still maintained some rationality. My colleague was sitting next to me; if he saw my position and noticed the abnormality below, it would be incredibly embarrassing. So, in a moment of inspiration, I moved my backpack to the front and hung it across my chest, but only on the right shoulder strap. This way, the backpack blocked the right side of my body, covering my lower body as well. Plus, there were many people standing on the left, essentially creating a human wall. Good heavens, this was perfect timing! As long as my hands didn't move, I could rub my lower body without anyone noticing.
So, our bodies were pressed together, and my penis enjoyed the unfamiliar, full buttocks the whole way. Although it didn't reach the butt crack, it pressed against the flesh, especially against the unfamiliar woman's body. It felt as if, for a while, only the two of us were on the bus. Most of the other passengers were dozing off, completely unaware of the intense physical exchange between us below the waist.
Time flew by, and soon it was time to get off. My colleague lived far away, so I got off a few stops early. To my surprise, she got off too. After getting off, she walked ahead, and I walked behind. Good heavens, she lived in the same neighborhood as me! What a coincidence! So I followed her. She arrived downstairs first, and when she opened the door, I could finally see her face clearly in the light. She had a round face, a mole near her mouth, and while not exactly beautiful, her features were delicate and well-proportioned, not particularly striking. After figuring out her apartment number, I finally prepared to go back to my own place. Turning away, I felt a strange sense of anticipation, a desire for a second encounter. Whatever, knowing where she lived meant there would be other opportunities. "If there's no opportunity, create one," as they say, "I'm a prolific writer."
Back home, I showered and lay in bed, feeling a bit bored. So I opened WeChat and started using the "Shake" feature. I shook up some girls, greeted them, but they ignored me. Who said WeChat is a hookup app? Damn, I haven't succeeded once. Always getting rejected, sigh. But I'll just kill time. Just as I was
about to give up, I suddenly shook up a woman with a profile picture that caught my eye. Looking closer, wasn't that the woman I'd taken advantage of on the bus earlier? Looking at the distance, 100 meters…wow, it really is. Looking at her profile picture, she's quite pretty; I don't know if she edited the image, but she's definitely got a certain charm. I quickly greeted her, first time, no response, second time… third time…just when I was about to give up, she actually replied.
“Who are you? Do you know me? Why do you keep adding me? Be careful, I'll report you for sexual harassment!”
“Did you just take the xxx bus back?”
“How did you know?
” “I can calculate.”
“No way…”
“Did you have any intimate contact with someone on the bus?”
“How did you know?!! You were groped by a pervert!!”
Wow, so she does have feelings for me. I thought I was just fantasizing.
"Then why didn't you kick him?"
"There were so many people around, it would be too embarrassing... Besides..."
"Besides what? You thought it was exciting too?" I grinned mischievously...
"Ugh, you pervert, ah... were you on the bus just now?"
"Hehe..."
"You scoundrel, you're disgusting..."
After saying that, no matter how I explained, proving that I didn't mean it, that I wasn't intentionally taking advantage of her, it was just a normal physiological reaction, she just ignored me. Sigh, this is a disaster. I shouldn't have been so direct. I should have talked to her more before confessing. A lesson learned the hard way.
For the next two days, I sent her messages on WeChat every day to explain, but there was no response, like a stone sinking into the sea. But I thought that since she hadn't blocked me directly, there was still a glimmer of hope, so I continued to apologize, almost to the point of kowtowing and admitting my mistake. I thought, buddy, I'll put up with this, I'll slowly tame you later. Hehe.
Finally, on the evening of the second day, she replied to me. She said she'd booked a badminton court, but something came up and she asked if I was free to play with her. I readily agreed—I'm such a jerk, I couldn't help it. So I went with her for a game, even though my skills are terrible and I basically got crushed the whole time. Afterwards, I even treated her to dinner. Finally, after some setbacks and efforts, she stopped giving me the cold shoulder. So, we started chatting normally on WeChat. I was just being careful, trying my best to rebuild my image. Hehe. I won't go into details.
We got to know each other better after a while. One evening after dinner, she suddenly asked if I was free to go check out the student badminton courts on the X University campus, saying we could play together sometime if it was nice. Of course, I immediately agreed. As we walked and chatted, we passed an empty court, the streetlights were dim, and suddenly we both fell silent. Continuing would definitely be awkward, so after some internal struggle, I decided to take a risk.
Suddenly I turned around and hugged her from behind, pressing my body tightly against hers, just like our first intimate encounter on the bus. At first, she resisted, but dared not speak loudly, afraid of being heard. So I boldly kissed her ears and neck. Her breathing became rapid. I was also very nervous, but I had no choice but to act. With lightning speed, I grabbed her breasts. They felt amazing, soft, like two dough balls. She only symbolically pried my hand away before giving up. So I began to shamelessly knead, rub, squeeze, and press, gently pinching her nipples. She trembled, and I noticed they had hardened. Through her thin outer clothing, I could even feel the two protrusions.
She completely gave up, leaning her body against me. So I turned her around, so we were face to face, listening to her rapid breathing, our lips met. Her lips were so soft and moist, it felt so good I almost cried out. Soon, our tongues were intertwined; she was surprisingly skilled with her tongue, very adept. I wasn't going to be outdone, and I responded with a frenzied kiss. After what seemed like an eternity of breathless French kissing, our lips finally parted. Before she could even speak, I pushed her into a dark corner. I continued to hold her, exploring her entire body with abandon. My hands first slid up from under her clothes to her bra, unhooked it, and massaged her breasts with my ten fingers without any obstruction. The excitement from before hadn't subsided, and her nipples hardened even more under the new stimulation.
One hand caressed one breast, while the other slid down her back and into her pants. Because she was wearing sweatpants, I didn't need to unbuckle them. I pinched her buttocks and followed the center of her buttocks downwards, first passing her anus. I felt her body tense up upon contact, then relax. My other hand also left her breasts, moving down her abdomen to a patch of grass, continuing downwards until I found a stream. Wow, the trickling stream had soaked the grass. So, after some groping, I finally found her vulva, which was already overflowing with fluid.
I gently stroked it; her labia were slightly swollen from engorgement. I slid my hand around, moistened with her juices, and found her clitoris. I began to slowly massage it, using various massage techniques I'd seen online. Soon, she couldn't stand steadily and even started moaning, but she held it in, afraid of being heard. Seeing that I'd teased her enough, I initially wanted to take her right there, but for safety's sake, and since it was her first time, I decided to go back to my place.
So, I grabbed her hand, and we ran back to my place, her surprisingly cooperative, keeping up with me. As soon as we entered, we became entangled, unwilling to separate. We quickly removed all our clothes. Before the effects of our earlier encounter had worn off, I thrust my erection into her warm, wet vagina. The moment I entered, the tightness and heat almost made me ejaculate, but thankfully I paused briefly and took a few deep breaths. Then I slowly inserted, then slowly withdrew, then inserted again. With the lubrication, the resistance was much less, and her vagina quickly adapted to the size of my penis.
So I began to thrust faster. I didn't bother with any of the nine shallow thrusts and one deep one technique anymore. It was just a series of powerful thrusts. Thanks to ample foreplay and a constant flow of lubrication, we lasted for over 20 minutes, changing positions in between. As the rhythm quickened, she convulsed, her fingers digging deeply into my back, and I, meeting the gushing lubrication, thrust deeply a few times, forcefully pumping my seed into her body. I lay on top of her, letting her go limp, continuing to savor the passion of the moment.

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