A shy woman on the bus

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On a Sunday afternoon, the blazing sun intensified restlessness, yet it also brought a unique benefit: scantily clad, alluring young women and women made it a day for seeking excitement, releasing stress, and appreciating life. I hurriedly got off the train, it was already past 3 PM. With a backpack slung across my shoulder, I rushed to the bus stop. A bus was just stopping there; the last person boarded, and I quickly ran over, boarded, swiped my card, and glanced inside. All the seats were taken, and four or five young women, lightly made up, stood in the aisle. One of them had alluring eyes, her clothing clinging tightly to her breasts, outlining her seductive curves. As a man who appreciates women but doesn't take advantage of them, I stood in a less crowded spot at the front.

Two stops later, the bus filled up. A beautiful woman in a light red suit stood next to me. Although there were many people, none of them seemed particularly special. After another stop, people started pushing their way on. To make room, I turned slightly and shifted inwards. Just as I turned, my shoulder bumped into two soft things, with what seemed to be two hard, erect objects on top. Turning back slightly, I realized it was a beautiful woman's breasts, with erect nipples. Looking up again, I saw that
this woman was about 20 centimeters taller than me, her face showing a mixture of shyness and excitement. As I moved in, she also moved closer. I had a strange feeling—could she have taken a liking to me? But I didn't dare make a move, after all, it was broad daylight, in front of everyone. At that moment, my left hand was on my jeans pocket when the train jolted a few times. The woman's buttocks accidentally brushed against the back of my hand, feeling a soft, incredibly comfortable sensation. Looking up again, I saw that she had also turned to look at me, without any anger, but rather with a hint of shyness. Seeing me looking at her, she quickly turned her head away, then furtively glanced at me. I thought, perhaps the fish is really about to take the bait. So at the next stop, to confirm, I walked a little further in and found the beautiful woman moving towards me. I was immediately overjoyed; why not take advantage of such an opportunity? Taking advantage of the swaying of the train, I moved closer to her, my hand intentionally or unintentionally brushing against her soft, smooth skirt, feeling the beauty of her pert buttocks. Looking up at her, I saw her blush deepen; she wanted to turn her head but dared not,

only stealing glances at me. A sudden surge of pleasure filled me, and I became bolder. I turned my hand and began to slowly caress her round buttocks with my palm. Her buttocks trembled slightly, actually moving closer to my hand. Without further ado, I moved closer to her, embracing her buttocks and slowly kneading them. At this point, we were standing sideways facing each other, her buttocks hidden in the crowd, so no one saw me constantly caressing them. She looked at me with alluring almond-shaped eyes, as if they were about to overflow with tears. Because she was wearing a skirt suit that almost reached her knees, I couldn't very well lift the skirt and touch her underneath; it would be too obvious, and I'd be incredibly embarrassed if she found out. So I just groped her, rubbing her buttocks and then slowly sliding my hands down to her thighs, gently caressing them. Since her clothes were silk, they felt exceptionally smooth to the touch, and with a little pressure, I could feel the flesh of her thighs. At the same time, I kept looking up at her expression, and I saw that she was trying her best to control her shyness and excitement. I became bolder, slowly moving my hands from her thighs back to her buttocks, and after a while, I moved my hands to her back, occasionally gently pinching the flesh of her back with my palm, which made her blush again. I had originally wanted to touch her two full breasts, but there were people sitting in front of her, and I was only standing sideways in front of her, so I gave up.

But my penis was painfully hard; thankfully, I was wearing jeans, otherwise I would have gotten an erection. I kept caressing her waist, buttocks, and thighs, enjoying the softness and fullness of her body. We were almost at our stop, and I still hadn't satisfied myself. Seeing her almond-shaped eyes filled with desire, I had a bold idea: at the next stop, I'd take her hand and pull her off the train. If she followed, I'd take her to my place and have my way with her; if not, I'd stay on the train until she got off. But generally, women in arousal have the lowest IQs and are most easily manipulated. Sure enough, at the platform, I took her hand and slowly walked towards the door. She actually followed me step by step off the train. Overjoyed, I got out of the car and quickly put my arm around her waist, heading home. She didn't resist, but her blush deepened, almost dripping with embarrassment. Passersby looked at me with a mixture of surprise and envy, watching a slightly shorter man carrying a slightly taller, long-haired woman in a skirt suit, walking briskly. The man held his head high, while the woman shyly lowered her head as he led her.

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