The Pervert No. 1 Car

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I often find it pleasant to admire beautiful, well-dressed women, especially when I have to spend a boring hour commuting every morning. Not wanting to miss my stop because of sleep, the only thing I can do is observe the passengers nearby.
Some passengers pretend to be reading newspapers, and those standing nearby can't help but peek; some fall asleep as soon as they get on the train, their mouths agape; most are playing on their phones or listening to their Walkmans. But regardless, they all have the same blank expression, getting on and off the train.

At times like these, if there's a beautiful woman like that on the train, it's like my eyes have been saved. Over time, starting from the escalator, I've developed a habit of searching for my salvation.
This morning, I hadn't slept all night, and I was incredibly energetic, my mind filled with images from the game I played yesterday. I thought I might as well get to the company early.
At 6:30, I entered the station, naturally searching from top to bottom, but nothing particularly eye-catching.
Once inside the carriage, leaning against a familiar corner by the door, I closed my eyes to rest. The car door slammed shut with a "beep beep beep..." followed by the rapid, crisp sound of high heels clicking on the floor. I half-opened my eyes and gasped! I couldn't close them again.

A woman with long, flowing hair, wearing a pale yellow off-the-shoulder t-shirt under a light yellow tank top with thin straps, paired with a grass-green skirt and black stilettos, was gripping a pole and panting. Long, slender, fair legs, rosy lips, flushed skin, and alluring collarbones—and even more intimidating were her enormous breasts, straining against the thin straps of her bra.
How could such a beauty exist? I couldn't look away. The woman noticed my burning gaze, blushed slightly, and turned away, her back to me. From behind, I could examine her waist more closely, and her round, full hips that bulged against her skirt.
She gripped the pole and her bag tightly, her outfit both innocent and undeniably voluptuous; I, too, could only grip my briefcase tightly, its bulge too obvious.

After a few stops, we arrived at the major transfer station. I prayed silently: Please, don't get off!
Luckily, I usually do a lot of good deeds, like taking out the trash for my landlord. A large number of students, office workers, and elderly people going hiking poured in, creating chaos as people tried to give up their seats and enter and exit the station. The woman was pushed even closer to me. I quickly remembered something and turned to let her stand in my original spot, so she was by the door, and when I turned around, it looked like I was going to hug her.

Looking down from up close, the cleavage I could see through the gaps was even deeper. Her tight little bra was practically trying to cover up her breasts, like a little vest, making them even more prominent. I thought to myself: Today, I'll not only take out the trash for my landlord, but I'll also treat her kids to ice cream.
But right now, I need to eat my ice cream first. She lowered her head shyly, crossing her arms over her chest—a natural gesture meant to protect herself, but now it felt like a sinful act of seducing men and displaying her body. With the swaying of the train, it almost blew my reason away.

At the next stop, it got even more crowded; everyone was transferring at the next station. It would only get more crowded between those two stops. Maybe she was also transferring?
The crowd behind me kept pushing, and I was overjoyed. I immediately took a few steps closer, accidentally bumping into her.
"...Excuse me," I said with my kindest smile, tinged with a shy apology.
"Ah...it's okay," she looked up, returning my shy smile with a pleasant voice.
"It's so crowded! Which station are you getting off at?" I asked, showing the sore spot on my foot where I'd stepped.
"Oh...to Central Station." Same station as me! I was ecstatic.
"Really? Me too! I work at the Central company."

"Oh..." she responded quietly. I was thinking about how to continue this conversation, but I noticed her face was getting increasingly flushed.
"Are you alright? Is it because there are too many people and it's stuffy?" I was pushed forward again, almost pressing against her.
"N-no, I'm fine." She was startled by my sudden touch, her whole body turning as hot as a furnace, but it wasn't a fever or a cold. Looking into her watery eyes, I steeled myself and, taking advantage of the next sudden stop due to train scheduling, pressed myself against her.
"Ahhh~" she let out a suppressed moan, further arousing my senses. I braced one hand against the door, and the height of my other hand was just right to touch her thigh. Besides the plump, smooth touch, her clitoris was wet and sticky, sticking to my hand as soon as I touched it.
"Ah...no, don't..." She reached out her left hand and grabbed my right hand, which was slowly sliding up, but I saw the thin strap of her purple bra underneath. Didn't she know that men are visual creatures driven by physical attraction?
"Why are you sweating so much? Are you hot?" I whispered in her ear, "So passionate so early in the morning?"
"N-no... ah..."

Taking advantage of her feeling that I had hit the nail on the head, I immediately slipped my hand up her skirt. "Miss, is this okay?" Without any resistance, I touched a large expanse of smooth buttocks and her thong. "What if someone notices you dressed like this? Or is this what you were expecting?" I touched her in a circular motion.
"No... don't do this... mmm~" She bit her lower lip, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. I pressed her body against the corner of the car door, my right hand quickly moving towards her private parts. She was already soaking wet, and she almost collapsed against me as if she had been electrocuted, reaching orgasm instantly.

"Mmm...uh...mmm..." I turned her around, pressing my already rock-hard penis against her firm buttocks. One hand tightly held her waist, while the other, hidden under her large bag, gently cupped her breasts in my palm, as if measuring.
"Does this feel good? Is this what you want? Hmm?" I whispered in her ear. She trembled, suppressing her moans, but I wondered, "What cup size is that?" Slowly, I easily found her erect nipples; it seemed to be her sensitive spot. They say big-breasted women are less sensitive, but that's not necessarily true. I had to hold her tightly, because as I teased her nipples, she trembled several more times.
"How about we get off the bus together later?" I slipped my left hand inside her vagina; her thighs were already soaked with fluid. "How will you get off like this?"

She nodded slightly. I suppressed my burning desire, slowly rubbing myself while trying to avoid being noticed. Although some people had already started to notice and were looking at us strangely, everyone on the train preferred to avoid trouble.
Even so, I slowly restrained myself, also to avoid the possibility that she might not be able to get off the train later. I just pressed myself tightly against her, savoring the sensation of her beautiful body.

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