Shot out on the bus

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When I first graduated, my workplace was far away, more than 20 kilometers from home. Every day, I had to take a long-distance bus for more than an hour to get there, and there were often no seats. Fortunately, the route passed through several CBD areas. In winter, there were no perks, but in summer, there were plenty of people in tank tops and short skirts, so the hour or so would pass quickly, and sometimes I still felt like I had n't had enough.
The most memorable time was when I was waiting for the bus at the station around 7:30 in the morning. When the bus arrived, I was surprised to see so many people. The front door was already full, so I had to squeeze on from the back. There was a little girl, about 14 or 15 years old, who was a bit shy about squeezing in front of me. She kept putting one foot on the step and couldn't get on. I ended up pushing her little bottom onto the bus. It felt so good! The girl blushed and glanced back at me. I pretended not to see her. When I got on the bus, I heard other people complaining that the bus in front of us had broken down, and the people from both buses were crammed together. No wonder there were so many people. Luckily, it was an air-conditioned bus.
Those of you who frequently take the bus know that the middle of the carriage is the most interesting spot. There was a beautiful woman in a short skirt standing in the middle, holding onto the handrail. I quickly squeezed behind her and held on tight, never moving again. The bus was so crowded that I soon found myself intentionally or unintentionally close to her. With each jolt of the bus, I nudged her a few times. She glanced back, but with so many people, she didn't seem inclined to move away. Thinking I'd had my fun, I lowered my right hand and slowly rubbed the back of my hand against her buttocks. She still didn't react. Then, once my right hand was on top of hers, I didn't remove it, feeling the elasticity of her buttocks under her short skirt while my palms sweated nervously. She must have felt my hand pressed against her buttocks, but I guess she was just looking for a little thorn on her way to work. There was no reaction from her, but with her unintentional encouragement, I grew bolder and bolder. Slowly, I turned my hand over and, starting with my fingers, gradually placed my entire palm on the woman's buttocks. Wow, the feel was amazing! So perky and elastic. At that moment, I felt the woman's buttocks were also pushing back irregularly, though I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination. After another stop, I was no longer satisfied with just touching her with my hand. I adjusted my position slightly and stood directly behind her, my penis eagerly pressing against her buttocks. My right hand slid down to her thigh, and my penis rhythmically pushed forward. However, my right hand still didn't dare to touch her thigh directly. At this moment, I could clearly feel the woman's buttocks pushing back forcefully as I pushed forward. I felt infinitely grateful to this woman. Just as I was getting into it, the bus announced my stop. I quickly seized the last moment, rhythmically increasing the thrusting motion of my penis. The woman realized I was getting off and slightly increased her frequency as well. Summer clothes are thin, and I could clearly feel my penis sliding between her buttocks through her sweatpants. At that moment, I didn't care if people around us could see; I closed my eyes and fantasized about making love with her in bed. After a few vigorous thrusts, I felt my climax, my penis throbbing violently as a stream of hot semen shot out. The woman must have felt it too, as she quickly checked her short skirt with her hand. She's probably an experienced woman, afraid of getting semen on her clothes. Just then, the bus pulled into the station. Reluctantly, I squeezed off, catching a glimpse of the woman through the window. But she had her head down and wasn't looking at me at all. Only then did I feel a chill on my underwear. Damn, cleaning this up is going to be a hassle. I've been worried all day that my colleagues would smell it. This is the price of this perk, I guess.

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