Bus Encounter

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At the beginning of the year, I went on a business trip from Nanning back to Hengyang. Because it was almost Chinese New Year, I couldn't get a train ticket, so I bought a bus ticket for the 8 PM bus back to Hengyang, arriving at 6 AM the next morning. The world is truly full of coincidences. I had just settled into my seat—it seems the buses in Nanning are quite orderly, requiring assigned seating.
I was sitting in what looked like the sixth row from the front, a window seat—when two men got on. I guess one of them was next to me. He told me to move to the back so they could sit together. I refused, because window seats are good for sleeping. So they went to some seats in the back, I don't know which two. Then a girl came on. What a coincidence! Her seat had been taken by those two men, so she ended up sitting next to me. As soon as she got on, I looked her over carefully: fair skin, a tall figure, and a stylish look. I couldn't help but feel a little happy. If she had willingly sat next to me, then it probably wouldn't have been a problem, because if she were near the aisle, we wouldn't have been able to have sex.
But things took a dramatic turn. She stood there fiercely and said to me, "I want to sit inside because my ticket is for a window seat, but those two guys behind me took it."
I was furious and said, "They took your seat, and mine is also a window seat."
But I politely replied, "If you want to sit inside, you can have it." I
acted very gentlemanly, and perhaps it was this inexplicable gentlemanly demeanor that paved the way for a wonderful evening.
However, I pretended to be busy and said, "Wait a moment, I'll make a call and then give you the seat."
Seeing my politeness, she obediently stood and waited for me for about ten minutes. After I finished my call, I moved out, and she sat inside. After everything was settled, the bus started moving. Since it was night, all the lights inside were off, with only some dim lights from outside drifting in intermittently. The TV on the bus was showing "Rob-B-Hood."
I was thinking to myself, a man should act cool. No matter how pretty she is, you can't easily strike up a conversation with a girl, or she'll start acting arrogant. So I pretended to watch a movie, muttering to myself, "Hey, 'Rob-B-Hood' has been out for ages, I haven't had a chance to watch it yet."
To my surprise, she actually started talking to me, saying she'd seen it four or five times, and then began telling me about it while watching, and the atmosphere became more relaxed.
Actually, by this point I was no longer interested in the movie, so I asked her, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
She said, "Yes, he's in Tianjin, we only see each other once a year."
So I said, "That's the same as not having one."
Then she asked if I had a girlfriend and what I was doing in Nanning. I actually have a girlfriend, but I said no, I was in Nanning on a business trip. Then I shared some of my feelings about Nanning, and she started telling me about her past relationships, so touching. I also started talking about my views on relationships, which probably resonated with her. I know we're around 25 years old, but I acted very rationally and humorously, which made her start to feel a little attached to me.
It was around 10 PM, and everyone was starting to get tired. I helped her recline, turning her into a semi-reclined position, and then adjusted myself to the same angle, making us look like a married couple sleeping.
She started to feel hot, so she slowly took off her long coat, revealing a pink, tight-fitting sweater underneath. I could clearly see her firm, round breasts and her cleavage was quite prominent. I blushed and my heart started racing. Because she took off her coat, a fragrance wafted towards me, and at that moment, I realized she was trying to seduce me. She must have been aware of my awkwardness and lewd expression, but she never looked at me directly. After taking off her clothes, she covered herself with the coat, but because we were so close, she also covered my left hand.
We lay there like that, listening to her talk about her past relationships, her parents, and some unpleasant things she had experienced. I comforted her constantly and occasionally peeled an orange for her; the oranges from Guangxi were so sweet.
It was almost midnight, and most of the other passengers in the carriage were asleep. Only her soft whispers remained in my ear. The occasional sounds of the train engine and horn filled the air. At this point, she seemed to sense our attraction, and in a moment of tenderness, she covered my left hand, which was hidden under her coat, and our fingers intertwined.
Once our fingers were intertwined, I could clearly feel her warm palm and smooth skin. Women of this age are the most alluring—mature yet innocent, sexy yet understated, dignified yet with a touch of desire. Think about it, since she was holding my hand, if I didn't, I wouldn't be a man. So, instinctively, I pulled her hand from between us towards her lower abdomen. With her coat as cover, I had nothing to hide.
Then I whispered in her ear, "Your skin is so beautiful. I really want to put my hand inside your sweater and feel your smooth skin."
She initially said I was naughty, but still shyly agreed, warning me that I could only touch around her belly button and not touch anything else. I readily agreed, of course, and gently pulled her hand away. I carefully opened her sweater, revealing her soft undershirt, and my hand immediately stopped on her lower abdomen, gently rubbing it back and forth. My heart began to heat up; what beautiful skin! So soft and supple. I quietly enjoyed the wonderful touch, while she felt my warm, slightly sweaty palm, her eyes wide, looking at me happily and calmly.
I gradually lost control of my emotions, and my hand began to move slowly and tentatively towards her chest, but every time it was about to touch her bra, she would pull my hand back to her abdomen. I tried several times without success.
But then, in the dim light, I vaguely noticed her expression beginning to ecstasy. So, I hardened my heart, quickened my pace, and suddenly grasped her right breast. This time, she was completely unable to resist, because I knew deeply that at this point, a woman's body had become weak. Although her subconscious told her that what she was doing was wrong, she didn't want to resist because this caress felt so good.
My hand, through her bra, began to slowly knead her breast. By this time, she had closed her eyes, her head nestled on my shoulder, and she kept muttering, "Don't touch me, don't be naughty."
I roamed back and forth between her breasts for more than ten minutes. By then, I could clearly hear her faint but rapid breathing. I started to smile inwardly because I knew she was starting to need it. She was eagerly waiting for my next move, but I wasn't so easily fooled. I continued to caress her through her bra. After about another ten minutes... For a long time, I couldn't hold back any longer, so I pulled down her bra and firmly grasped one of her breasts with my large hand. Now we were completely skin to skin. Her breasts weren't very big, but they were just the right size for my hand to hold. I started to circle her breasts towards her nipples. When I touched them, they were already very firm. I kneaded her nipples back and forth, and she started to moan. The whole carriage was filled with snoring. It was late at night, but only her moans intoxicated me. I couldn't feel anyone else in the carriage anymore.
But her bra was too tight, and it kept getting in my hand as I rubbed it. I didn't care, because my target wasn't her breasts, but her lower body. We'd touched her breasts a lot, but her lower body was more difficult. So I started to shift my position. Because my left hand had been moving the whole time, it was very sore at this point. My left hand stopped at her breasts, and my right hand started to touch the inside of her thighs. At this point, she didn't resist at all, letting me stroke her through her pants. Because it was quite hot in Nanning, she was only wearing one pair of pants, so it still felt good to touch. It didn't feel like touching a lump of cloth like in the north, because she was wearing too many pants.
At this point, she couldn't take it anymore. I hadn't even touched her private parts yet, but she was already impatient. She grabbed my right hand with her right hand, dragged it between her legs, and rubbed it up and down through her pants, her body starting to writhe. Her breathing quickened. Encouraged, I began to roughly rub her buttocks, cleft, vagina, and clitoris with my right hand. Through her pants, how could I not use force?
After a frenzy, I slowly tried to undo her belt, but damn it, it was too tight. I struggled for a long time, unable to undo it. Finally, she helped me undo the belt herself. My hand began to slide down her abdomen. The moment I touched her clitoris, she trembled all over, her legs clamping tightly around my fingers. I guessed she had her first orgasm. But unfortunately, the car stopped—at a gas station—and they told everyone to go to the restroom. Damn it.
The bus stopped, the interior lights came on, and I quickly removed my hands from her body, still maintaining a gentlemanly demeanor (I'm always dressed in a suit for business trips). The others got off one after another, and I asked her with concern, "Do you need to use the restroom?"
She seemed a little embarrassed, and having just had an orgasm, her legs were probably still weak. She shook her head and said no. I got off to use the restroom, and also to wipe myself, because after our passionate encounter, I was completely wet down there, damn it.
After about a ten-minute break, the bus started moving again. It was around 1 a.m., and everyone on the bus was very sleepy; they were all fast asleep as soon as they boarded. The lights in the bus went out again, and I wasn't about to miss such a good opportunity. My hand slowly slipped inside her bra, groping back and forth. She still shyly rested her head on my shoulder, letting my right hand wander between her smooth breasts and armpits. I slowly began to arouse her desire again, but annoyingly, I had just noticed that the man sitting across the aisle, parallel to me, had his eyes half-open while sleeping, which startled me. I thought he wasn't asleep and kept looking in my direction, but he was actually snoring.
As I slowly moved from her chest to her lower body, I realized that her belt had been fastened again sometime during the night! Damn it! I spent ages trying to undo it, but I still couldn't. Since we were both half-lying down, if I sat up and used both hands to undo it, it would be too obvious and arouse suspicion. So, I had no choice but to pull her hands over and help me undo her belt. Then, I slowly pulled her underwear and outer pants down to her mid-thighs. She was very cooperative; as I pulled, she slowly lifted her buttocks to make it easier for me. I was truly grateful to her; she was so understanding.
With her pants down, I eagerly ran my hands down her pubic hair. When I pinched her labia between my index and middle fingers, I discovered she was already overflowing with moisture. Her vulva was completely wet, a soggy mess. From this, I guessed she hadn't had sex in a long time, or perhaps she masturbated frequently—but that's another story. Honestly, I'd had a few girlfriends before, but I'd never touched such smooth, delicate labia, as smooth as breast skin. Many girls have great skin on their bodies, but their genitals are often rougher. I covered her vulva with my middle finger, gently touching her clitoris, occasionally brushing her vaginal opening with my fingertip. Her moans grew louder, almost out of control. I was worried the other passengers would hear, as it was late at night. Thankfully, the car engine was running, otherwise, it would have been a disaster. So I buried her head deep in my chest.
She continued moaning, while I continued to feel her beautiful skin with my fingers. Wet, slippery, soft—I'll never forget it. Now I often complain that my current girlfriend's genital skin is too rough; it feels awful to the touch. I wonder if she's noticed anything.
As I touched her, listening to her ecstatic moans, I started to lose control. I moved my entire palm around her vulva, gradually increasing the pressure from gentle caresses. Sometimes I teased her clitoris, sometimes I squeezed her labia, sometimes I touched her urethra and vaginal opening, teasing around the vaginal opening, but I wouldn't go inside. This drove her wild with desire; she wanted it, but I wouldn't give in. Because she was lying diagonally against me, I could clearly feel her chest heaving faster. It felt so good; a sense of accomplishment from conquering a woman welled up inside me.
Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and inserted my entire middle finger into her vagina. It was so slippery, wet, and hot. My finger was sticky. I thrust it in deeply, then shallowly, then pulled it out, then thrust it in hard again, sometimes moving quickly, sometimes slowly, making her scream on top of me. I think people around could hear, but I couldn't control my emotions anymore. How could I bear to leave such a slippery vagina? And it was quite tight. I could clearly feel the contraction of her vaginal walls against my finger as it went in. One finger wasn't enough for her, so I inserted my index and middle fingers into her vagina at the same time, moving them back and forth for a long time. Finally, her whole body started trembling again, her legs shaking, and a wave of heat surged towards my fingers. I knew she had orgasmed, but I was exhausted, and I really wanted it too. So I took her hand and put it inside my underwear. She only rubbed it a couple of times and then stopped, saying she had no strength left.
I was incredibly frustrated. Then she pulled her hand back, continued holding my left hand, and immediately fell asleep, sleeping like a log. I was left alone, frustrated and suppressing my sexual desire. She didn't wake up until we were almost at our stop in the morning, and we got off the train at the same time. After getting off, we were going back to our respective towns. She went to queue up and bought me a ticket back to my town, probably to compensate me for my efforts the night before. I offered her the fare, but she refused to accept it. Later, we exchanged phone numbers. If I have the chance, I'll go to Nanning to see her. I miss her skin—such beautiful skin! I can't forget it.
The article is finished. Thank you all for your support. Thank you everyone. I hope you can learn from my experience, and I wish everyone good luck on every train journey. This time I failed miserably; I only satisfied her, not myself. Remember not to make the same mistake again.

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