Happy Times at Beijing Capital International Airport

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Once, I was at Beijing Capital International Airport preparing to fly to Shenzhen. It was a mild winter that year; the weather wasn't too cold, and a single layer of autumn clothing was enough to keep me warm. Since it was Friday night, there seemed to be a lot of people on this flight, with long queues forming in the waiting area. The passengers weren't dressed very warmly either; a few white-collar women were even wearing skirt suits and stockings. I couldn't help but sigh – even winter felt like springtime!
Finally, it was time to board. There was a distance from the exit to the plane's parking area, and the airport had special shuttle buses to transport all passengers and luggage.
There were indeed many people, and almost everyone had some luggage that hadn't been checked in. Large and small bags made this special bus very crowded. I only had a backpack, which was considered the least luggage and the easiest to move around in. When boarding, the passengers were all in a hurry to put down and settle their luggage, while the passengers behind were also in a hurry to get on, resulting in a very congested area near the door, completely blocked. Sigh, there were so many people, and the airport buses were really cramped. It was a chaotic scene, and it took a while to get everyone on board. Luckily it was winter, so it was warmer huddled together.
My seat was pushed further and further in until I could move no more before I finally settled down. Just then, I suddenly felt a strong fragrance coming from my left front. Judging from her back, it was a voluptuous mature woman. The lights weren't on in the bus, so I couldn't see her clearly, but from the side and back, she didn't seem to have many wrinkles; she looked very well-maintained. Even in the dry air of a northern winter, her complexion was still rosy, and her skin was very smooth.
Under the pressure of the crowd pushing and shoving behind me, I pressed myself tightly against her side and back. At such close range, I could clearly smell the subtle fragrance emanating from her hair. In the dark bus, pressed so close to such a voluptuous woman, I felt a strange excitement.
Sigh, it's a professional habit, how could I let such a good opportunity slip by? I gently twisted my body, adjusting myself to be directly behind her, my left hand hanging down very naturally. She was wearing trousers, but the material was very soft and felt quite nice. Since it was winter, to keep warm, she was probably wearing some kind of shapewear or thermal underwear underneath, the material was very thin, but it was both warm and accentuated her graceful figure.
A woman in her thirties, her body was already slightly plump, her buttocks round and perky under the shapewear. She wasn't wearing a coat or trench coat, just a short jacket, the length only reaching her waist. This didn't prevent me from getting close enough to feel her firm, beautiful buttocks; on the contrary, it further highlighted her charmingly slender waist. Thirty-something is truly a wonderful age, still charming and alluring, and the shyness and naivety of girlhood have faded, replaced by richer life experience and a more open and tolerant mindset, replaced by a more mature and fuller body. She was truly captivating, mesmerizing.
My hand gently caressed her from her waist down; the curves of her hips were simply perfect. I could clearly feel the transition from her waist to the peak of her buttocks, then to the buttock folds and cleft—perfectly contoured, warm, and rounded. The soft material of her trousers allowed me to feel that indescribable, fleshy texture. For a moment, my hand began to tremble slightly, and my breathing quickened. Alas, my self-control is truly weak; I'm utterly unable to resist the allure of a mature woman. Perhaps due to the crowded carriage, or perhaps because of the barrier of her shapewear, she didn't react to my caresses, which strengthened my resolve to take further action.
Just then, as if by divine intervention, the driver promptly announced that the bus had a minor problem; there was a slight issue starting it, and everyone would have to wait patiently for about ten minutes. Heh, a golden opportunity! Everyone stood in the carriage, in the dark, with only the sounds of grumbling and complaining.
Just as the carriage was in chaos, perhaps to move her luggage on the floor, she suddenly bent over, and her firm yet elastic buttocks pressed precisely against my penis. This position lasted for ten seconds, and she kept moving, twisting back and forth, up and down. For me, it was a truly pleasurable peak experience; I really wished she could stay in this lewd position forever.
Without further ado, perhaps the darkness of the carriage emboldened me, or perhaps her thrust ignited my boundless desire, I gently unzipped my pants, freeing my penis from the front opening of my long underwear, letting it stretch forward freely in the night. Before, it had always been confined to my pants; now, suddenly free, I had a rare opportunity to unleash my full potential, and my passion was overflowing.
Perhaps it was a stroke of luck; her height was perfectly proportioned to mine. I pressed tightly against her back, my penis gently advancing, accurately finding the cleft of her buttocks. Her buttocks were clearly outlined by her pants, and I gently thrust in and out, savoring each stroke and feeling the warm, elastic texture of her buttocks. Perhaps my movements were a bit too vigorous, as she seemed to notice. However, with people on either side, it was difficult to move or turn around, so she only twisted her waist slightly as a form of resistance. At the same time, her legs tightened. But her resistance seemed to end there, because she seemed to completely give up, and even seemed to experience a little thrill, like a romantic encounter, silently enduring it all.
Although the gap between her legs wasn't as wide as before, the deep cleft of her buttocks was still very attractive, and the way her legs were pressed together increased the pleasure of my thrusts. I deliberately increased the force of my thrusts, feeling the soft, delicate, elastic skin on the inside of her thighs, feeling the deadly pleasure of my lower abdomen impacting her plump, beautiful buttocks. At the same time, my hands weren't idle either; I gently placed my hands on either side of her waist, clearly feeling her hip bones. This way, my hands could control her body, making my movements resemble rear-entry intercourse. Deeply inhaling the scent of her hair, feeling her mature, full, and sensual body, in this noisy carriage, on this slightly chilly winter night, we felt as if we were one, pressed together intimately.
Knowing we didn't have much time, at most ten minutes, I pressed my movements rapidly, freely releasing my youthful passion.
Time was running out; it seemed the driver had already contacted another car to pick up the passenger. I increased my pace, but this was limited to my lower body; my upper body was completely concealed by my backpack. Slowly, I felt myself about to ejaculate, so I tightly embraced her slender waist, inhaled her fragrance deeply, and nestled my entire body against her soft form. I rested my head on her right shoulder, breathing warm air into her ear; in the darkness, I could vaguely see her rosy face, uniquely captivating.
I had already ejaculated, but I didn't rush to leave. I stayed in that position, letting my penis slowly soften in her buttocks. I could still clearly feel her body temperature, her firm, beautiful buttocks, and her slender waist. I didn't know if I had ejaculated on her; I hoped I hadn't, otherwise her outfit would probably be ruined.
Then it was time to wrap things up, clean up the mess, and everyone hurriedly changed vehicles and boarded the plane.
She didn't look back at me once, keeping her head down as she changed trains. But those ten minutes gave me endless enjoyment. Whenever I smelled that familiar Vidal Sassoon fragrance, I couldn't help but recall that crisp early winter night at the Capital Airport.

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