Touching a beautiful butt on the early morning bus

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

After dropping my wife off at work this morning, I arrived at Yuquanlu South Station. A 619 bus had already pulled away, but it didn't seem very crowded. I checked my watch at the station; it was almost 7:40, past the peak rush hour. Reluctantly, I waited on the platform. About ten minutes later, another 619 arrived, this one more crowded. I boarded. When we reached

Banbidian, a girl got on. She had a ponytail, an oval face, and wore a white floral cotton knee-length dress with wrinkles. She immediately stood on the left side of the front entrance, holding onto the handrail and looking out the window. Seeing she was attractive, I leaned closer, my left hand arching and pressing against her buttocks.

Her buttocks were nice—perky, round, and bouncy. Pressing them felt like touching a soft, round curve; it felt great. I pressed her left buttock a few times to see her reaction. She actually tilted her head and rested it on her left hand holding the handrail. I felt a surge of excitement. Wasn't this exactly the kind of receptive behavior that the "gentle brother" had described?

Seeing her reaction, I immediately arched my back and slipped my hand directly into her butt crack. Her two round little buttocks clamped my hand between them, and waves of heat from her body traveled from her buttocks to the back of my hand. I gently pressed the back of my hand into her butt crack, and the originally tight butt crack was gradually opened and closed again with each press. My chest pressed against her back, and I felt the fragrance and warmth emanating from her back.

After pressing a few times, I gently rotated my left hand, so that the base of my thumb was facing her buttocks. My thumb slid up and down on her right buttock, pressing gently as I went, feeling the elasticity and smoothness of her round buttocks. My middle and ring fingers were straight, and I gently hooked the lower half of the rounded area where her buttocks and thighs met. The thin cotton skirt couldn't cover her buttocks, and my fingers could clearly feel her underwear and the edge of her underwear. She was wearing relatively traditional underwear, which covered most of her buttocks near the butt crack. My left hand was stroking her buttocks back and forth, observing her reaction. Her head was still resting on my left hand, showing no sign of objection

. Seeing that she didn't object, I changed my gesture, placing my left palm directly on her right buttock. The feeling of the palm and the back of the hand is so different! Holding her round little buttocks in my hand felt like squeezing a warm, smooth, and bouncy little ball of flesh; that silky smooth feeling emanated directly from under her skirt.

This time, she wasn't happy. She immediately stood up straight, glanced down, and then moved to the left, preparing to remove my left hand. It turned out her bottom line was the back of the hand, so I quickly switched to the back of my hand and pressed it against her buttocks again. Unfortunately, she was already frightened, touching me and then dodging, eventually hiding near the front door.

Unfortunately, the front door was packed with people, so she couldn't move forward. I took advantage of the situation and pressed my hand hard against her buttocks. She was terrified, pressing and glancing back repeatedly. Since there were so many people at the front door, it was hard for anyone to see, so I kept pressing and pressing. Finally, the train arrived at the station, and she hurriedly tried to squeeze forward to get off. Before her buttocks could react, I switched hands and reached into the gap, grabbing her buttocks and giving them a hard squeeze. She got off without even turning her head.

After the girl in the cotton skirt got off, I groped a girl in hot pants and a mature woman in black gauze pants, but both reacted strongly, especially the girl in hot pants, who kept touching and glancing back, which annoyed me to no end. Later, I groped the mature woman in gauze pants, who had a large buttocks, but she also kept looking back. I was extremely annoyed.
When the train arrived at Xinhecun Station and Sijiqingqiao Station, I looked down and immediately spotted a beautiful woman. She had a round face, black wavy hair, big eyes, a pert little nose, and a delicate red mouth. She wore a white gauze short-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. Her buttocks were round, large, and perky—she looked absolutely stunning.

Seeing this beauty, my heart skipped a beat. I really wanted her to get on the bus and comfort her lonely heart with my warm hands. And just as I wished, she got on the bus and stood to my right. I was getting off after a few stops. Without any preamble, before she had even settled in and her buttocks were slightly upturned, I placed the back of my right hand directly on her left buttock. Only then did I realize she was wearing incredibly thin jeans. Through the thin fabric, it was as if she wasn't wearing any pants at all. Her buttocks were round and taut; I had to press down hard to get them to bounce back even slightly. After pressing twice to check for movement, they didn't budge. Reassured, I pressed down hard on her buttocks with the back of my hand, letting her buttocks bounce my hand back up with each press.

After about one stop, I felt it was a waste of my time. I wanted to reach out and touch her, but she was standing to the right, making it difficult to reach with the back of my hand. So, I pretended to switch places and stood to her right, placing my left hand down on her right buttock as usual. After pressing a couple of times, the back of my left hand slid down her round buttocks into her butt crack. I slid my hand up and down in her butt crack, occasionally pressing lightly to make her butt crack open a little, then she would use her buttocks to squeeze my hand back. Even so, she didn't react at all, her eyes fixed on the window.

Looking out the window, I realized we were almost at my stop. I decided to take it a step further. I slightly moved my left hand away from her butt crack, then flipped my left hand over, palm facing forward, and gently placed it on the left side of her round buttocks. A beauty is a beauty! Her buttocks were perfectly shaped; my left hand perfectly grasped her buttocks, not too much, not too little. The feeling in my palm was amazing. Grabbing her little buttocks through the thin jeans felt like grasping a small, warm, and bouncy ball of flesh. My fingers even touched the edge of her panties peeking through her pants.

My palm pressed against her buttocks, and I felt a little flustered. Looking at her, I was going crazy; she still wasn't reacting. Never mind, I pulled my hand back slightly, gently cupping her round little buttocks with my five fingers and gently squeezing them. With each squeeze, I felt her little buttocks shrink and tighten in my palm, then spring back to its original shape under my control. It felt amazing, like touching my own wife. After about ten squeezes, my left hand slowly slid down, gradually reaching towards her buttocks. I paused, then extended my left hand slightly forward, slipping it into her buttocks. The moment my middle finger touched her warm vulva through her pants, she reacted instantly, turning her head to look at me, then wiggling her buttocks and shaking off my left hand. Left with no other option, I continued to grope her buttocks with the back of my hand. As we approached our stop, I secretly prepared myself. The moment the doors opened, my left hand shot out from behind the train, reaching into the gap to lift her buttocks and genitals sharply. The woman immediately turned to look at me, and I easily squeezed through the crowd and got off the train.
[The End]

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/219601.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=219601&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : A Day in the Life of the Former Mayor

Next Page : Stranger rape

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Touching a beautiful butt on the early morning bus

comment Open a new window to view comments