I met someone on a long-distance bus during the Spring Festival.

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I met him on a long-distance bus during the Spring Festival

. This year, during the Spring Festival holiday, I planned to accompany my boyfriend by train to visit his parents. However, the hotel had arranged a holiday banquet for a large company, and the manager assigned me to handle the reception. Although reluctant, I had to tell my boyfriend to go back by train first to prepare, while I took a long-distance bus the next day, agreeing that he would pick me up at the station.
The banquet went smoothly that evening; the performances and reception went without major problems. However, the cleanup afterwards kept me busy until after 1 a.m., and I didn't leave the hotel until I was exhausted. The next day, I woke up at 9 a.m. Not wanting to be impolite at my boyfriend's house, I quickly dressed myself, grabbed a quick breakfast, and rushed to the long-distance bus station. It was already 11:30 when I arrived at the ticket hall. After buying my ticket and boarding the bus, I asked the driver and learned that a section of the highway was closed for construction, requiring a detour. What used to be a four-hour journey might now take six hours. The comfortable, seated buses I used to ride in had been replaced with old-fashioned "2+1" double-decker sleeper buses. "2+1" meant "1" was a row of individual seats on the right side of the bus, while "2" consisted of two adjacent berths, with a narrow aisle between them. I immediately felt a sense of unease. I had deliberately worn a black Korean-style short-sleeved, fitted dress with black stockings, hoping to impress my boyfriend's family with a beautiful, sexy, and elegant look. My aim was to showcase my perfect figure and unique charm. However, on this sleeper bus, my attire was utterly inappropriate. All my advantages had become disadvantages, making me vulnerable to accidental exposure and attracting unwanted attention. I carefully looked around the carriage. The single berths on the left were already full, and although each row of double berths on the right had two seats, they were right next to each other, with a combined width of less than a meter. Wearing a skirt, I naturally didn't want to squeeze in with a strange man. I walked to the middle to the back of the carriage and found that the lower berth in the last row was still empty. I secretly rejoiced, thinking that the train would depart at 12 o'clock, and even if a few more people got on, they would sit in the front and wouldn't squeeze into the last row with me. So I lay down in the last row by the window. Sure enough, two or three more passengers got on after me. Seeing that there were no single seats, they found empty seats in the front. But it was this seemingly clever decision that made my memory of the long-distance sleeper bus unforgettable.
As the train started moving, a middle-aged man in his forties hurriedly boarded. After glancing around the carriage, he went straight to the last row. I cursed my bad luck. He walked up to me and politely asked, "Miss, is this seat taken?" I had no choice but to shake my head. He smiled and nodded, placed a large suitcase on the shelf opposite me, and then sat down in the seat next to me. While he was putting his luggage down, I secretly sized him up. He had dark skin, wore a dark red men's t-shirt tucked into blue jeans, and was reasonably clean, which made me secretly breathe a sigh of relief. Perhaps due to regular exercise or manual labor, he put the suitcase down with ease, and from his movements, I could tell he had strong arms and a robust build, without the typical potbelly of a middle-aged man. However, what made me uncomfortable was that when he lay down, our shoulders, waists, and legs inevitably pressed together.
"Hey, are you a college student? Are you going home for vacation?" The man probably thought I was a college student because I was young, pretty, and not wearing much makeup.
When I was first approached by a boy in junior high, I was so nervous my face turned red and my heart raced. But now, much later, I've weathered many storms. Although this was the first time a man so much older than me had approached me, I didn't take it too seriously. I just thought he was a bit shameless and had questionable taste. But perhaps out of professional habit, I smiled slightly at him and politely said, "Sir, you have good taste. I'm visiting family, but I've been working for two years now."
The man, realizing he'd guessed wrong, chuckled awkwardly and said, "Oh, seeing how young you are, I thought you were a student! I run my own business. I live here, and I'm going to ** city for business." I thought to myself, "I didn't even ask you, yet you're introducing yourself like this, not at all shy." But then I thought about how mature and sexy I was dressed, and how my dress was an office lady style, and he still guessed I was a college student, and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. After a few polite words, I turned my head to the window and ignored him.
About half an hour after the bus left the station, it entered the highway. I noticed the passengers were all drawing their curtains, so I did too, and the bus gradually darkened. Perhaps because of the dim light, or perhaps because I'd stayed up too late the night before, I felt waves of drowsiness wash over me. My eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and I slowly closed my eyes… I don't know how long I slept, but I was suddenly awakened by an itchy sensation on my inner thigh. Half-asleep, I vaguely recognized the feeling; it made my heart itch too, like my boyfriend's hand… I suddenly snapped back to reality. No, this was a long-distance bus; it must be the middle-aged man next
to me groping me. I slightly opened my eyes and glanced to the side. I noticed that a blanket had been placed over me, and the middle-aged man was groping my body under the thin blanket. It turned out that the middle-aged man next to me was lying flat on his seat, pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, while his left hand, hidden under the blanket, was caressing my inner thigh through my skirt, slowly moving towards my private parts. His movements were very gentle, his fingers gliding rhythmically in circles on my skirt. At first, I only felt an itch on my thighs, but gradually I felt my whole body itch from his touch. He seemed very familiar with the female body, quickly finding my vulva—how bold! I didn't know what to do, so I pretended to be asleep for the time being, feeling extremely disgusted and ashamed.
This middle-aged man was cunning; while pretending to be asleep, he slowly caressed my private parts. He placed his palm on my vulva, his middle finger searching for my folds, while his little finger and thumb rested on my soft inner thighs… "What should I do? If I just push his hand away from my private parts, he might continue to harass me! If I shout 'sexual harassment,' not only will I be embarrassed, but what if I anger him? Could that be bad for me?" That's it!
I'll pretend to be asleep for now, then squeeze my legs together, and as he pulls his hand away, I'll suddenly turn my body inward to escape his clutches. At the same time, I'll let him know, "I'm awake now, get your hand off my body…" This way, we both have room to maneuver.
Thinking this, I suddenly squeezed my legs together tightly, intending to startle him and make him remove his hand. However, unexpectedly, as I squeezed my legs, I also clamped his hand down. Even more surprisingly, he was very experienced, and his caressing technique was skillful. Not only did he not leave my body, but the side of his palm, under the pressure of my legs, pressed firmly against the slit of my vulva.
Oh… how could this be… this? His hand being stuck there actually intensified my sensations; my heart started racing, and my private parts became hot, probably because my body was more sensitive before menstruation.
Seeing me suddenly squeeze my legs together, the middle-aged man's rough palm began to caress the inside of my thighs again, while the side of his palm rubbed back and forth against my vulva. My squeezing my legs didn't stop his assault; instead, it made him think my body was aroused by his touch.
I decided to take further action to stop his assault. I suddenly turned and moved my body towards the inside of the carriage, simultaneously changing the position of my legs, allowing my private parts to escape his clutches. My movement seemed to startle the man, and his hand stopped moving.
Just when I thought my actions had warned him and he wouldn't assault me again, the middle-aged man rolled over, pressing his strong chest tightly against my back. He then used his entire body to push me into a corner of the carriage. I knew I was in trouble; he was going to continue assaulting me. Sure enough, a moment later, one of his hands was on my calf again. Seeing that I didn't react, he slowly moved his hand up my inner thigh. This time, he was bolder, actually slipping his hand directly under my skirt, slowly moving along my smooth stockings. His fingers found my vulva again and began to caress it.
Before, his harassment was through my skirt, which, although it made me feel itchy, my body could still tolerate it. But this time, his fingers were directly pressing against my vulva, with only a thin layer of lace panties and sheer black stockings on the outside. Soon, I blushed and my heart was pounding from his caresses, and my vulva slowly became wet. I couldn't help but squeeze my legs together again. At this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to notice the change in my body. He suddenly grabbed one side of my panties and stockings, pulling them tightly between my labia, and began to shake them back and forth.
I knew he was rubbing my panties and stockings against my labia… I had never felt this before, but it did feel very good. He seemed to know a lot about the female body, knowing how to tease my sensitive areas to arouse me. He was doing such a disgusting thing to me, yet my body became more and more aroused, and this excitement kept battering my self-esteem.
I knew that if this continued, my vagina would become even wetter, and my juices would slowly flow onto my panties and stockings, which would undoubtedly excite this man even more. I couldn't let this happen. Thinking of this, my shame overcame my excitement, and I forcefully pushed his hand away, then used my hands to firmly block my vulva.
Then there were a few minutes of calm. The middle-aged man knew I was resisting, but he pretended to be asleep as if nothing had happened. After a while, the middle-aged man turned over, facing the aisle. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but still didn't dare remove my hand from my private parts. At this moment, the middle-aged man pretended to yawn, then slowly stood up, took a small pouch from his suitcase, put it under his pillow, and then turned around to close the curtain of the last row of compartments, so that the passengers on the opposite side of the aisle couldn't see what was happening in our berth. Although I didn't know what he was going to do, I was sure that this man hadn't given up on my body.
The middle-aged man covered me with the blanket again, then slowly lay down. I felt his chest pressed tightly against my back again, and a deep voice sounded in my ear: "Little beauty, did you feel good just now? Wearing such sexy clothes on a long bus ride, a tight skirt and black stockings, isn't it just so you can get someone to touch you?"
Although I really wanted to refute that it wasn't a tight skirt, it was true that I was dressed like that. I was afraid that if I said anything, he would say something even more embarrassing, so I didn't answer him.
"This is the first time I've met such a young and beautiful girl like you on a long-distance bus. If you just listen to me, I guarantee I'll make you feel incredibly good and let you experience the joy of being a woman." After saying this, he reached under the blanket again and placed his hand on my hand, which was protecting my private parts. I immediately covered my private parts tightly with one hand and placed the other hand across my chest to prevent him from violating my breasts.
Seeing that I was protecting my private parts tightly, making it impossible for him to find a way to do anything, the middle-aged man reached into the fanny pack under the pillow and started rummaging through it. Suddenly, I felt a chill on my face. It turned out that the middle-aged man was using the sheath of a small knife to slash at my face. I was so scared that my heart almost jumped out of my body, and my whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, my chest heaving violently. Just then, the voice came again: "Little beauty, don't be stubborn. I'm going to take you down today. You'd better behave and not move or make a sound, or I'll feel sorry for you if you get a scar or two on your pretty face."
I was spoiled by my parents growing up, and I'd never experienced such a tense moment before. My mind went blank, terrified that he would actually pull out a knife and hurt me. Normally eloquent, I was now too nervous to say a word. I tried to catch my breath, regain my composure, and stammered, "B-Big brother, let's...let's talk...what...what do you want?"
The middle-aged man probably saw how frightened I was and chuckled, saying, "You're an educated college student, don't you know what I want to do? As long as you behave and don't move or scream, I won't hurt you. Besides, a beautiful woman like you, I'm too busy being nice to you, how could I bear to be rough with you? How about it?" "
I knew there were still several hours before the bus arrived, and no matter what, I couldn't escape his grasp. I was doomed today. A beautiful woman doesn't fight a losing battle," I thought, and slowly nodded, saying, "Then... put the knife away first." Seeing that I had yielded to his request, the middle-aged man immediately put the knife back in his bag. Then he moved closer to my body again, one hand reaching towards my private parts. I was already frozen in fear, my hands still in the same position. He slowly took my hand, which had been protecting my private parts, and gently placed it on the outside of my thigh. Then he slipped his hand under my skirt and began his previous actions, slowly stroking from my inner thigh towards my vulva. I knew it was wrong for him to touch my body like that, but the thought of the knife sliding across my face earlier made me feel as if I had been paralyzed, unable to move an inch.
Seeing that I was compliant and no longer resisted, the middle-aged man began rubbing my panties and stockings against my labia again. As the rubbing continued, the fear and stiffness I had felt earlier were gradually dispelled by this strange sensation, and the initial excitement surged back. It was itchy, and my vagina felt hot again, as if it had already begun to moisten.
At this moment, the humiliation of being forced by a stranger, the excitement of being touched by a pervert, and the thrill of being discovered constantly assaulted my fragile psychological defenses. This strange feeling was unbearable. Although I was being forced, I suddenly felt a strong urge not to let the stranger leave my body. Involuntarily, I straightened my legs and leaned back into the middle-aged man's arms. The
middle-aged man seemed to sense the changes in my body and mind, and began to stroke my panties and stockings between my labia with his fingers. An even stronger itching sensation washed over me, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Just then, the middle-aged man's heavy breathing reached my ear again: "You little slut, you don't want the whole busload of people watching your performance, do you?" I snapped back to reality, tightly covering my mouth with my hand, trying to stifle any sound, while simultaneously feeling waves of pleasure emanating from under my skirt.
Just as my fear began to subside, my body slowly softened, and my vagina enjoyed the stimulating and exciting sensation, a familiar phone rang from the bag above my head. I knew it was my boyfriend's phone. A wave of nervousness washed over me. What would he think if he knew his girlfriend was being played with by a stranger on a long-distance bus? I turned to the middle-aged man and whispered, "It's my boyfriend on the phone!" At the same time, I put my left index finger to my lips, gesturing for him to be quiet. He grinned wickedly and nodded, removing his finger from my vagina. I gave him a grateful look, then took the phone out of my bag.
"Honey, are you on the bus?" my boyfriend's concerned voice came through the phone.
"Um, I'm... I'm on the train, the noon train." I answered my boyfriend's phone, glancing at the middle-aged man staring at me, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
My nervous expression probably piqued the man's interest again; he suddenly reached under the blanket with both hands and lifted my short skirt, starting to pull down my black stockings and underwear. I was on the phone with my boyfriend and, fearing he might cause trouble, didn't dare offend him. My body could only dodge his advances, slowly shrinking towards a corner of the carriage.
Little did her boyfriend know that his phone call had become an accomplice in a stranger's assault on his girlfriend. He continued, "You should be here by 5 PM, right? I'll pick you up at the station then!"
"Oh, okay, but the driver said the highway is closed for construction, so we'll have to take a detour. It might be two hours later than usual. I'll call you then."
At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly reached out and pulled me into his arms, then gently lifted my body, pulling my stockings and underwear down to my knees. I couldn't help but feel anxious, and my speech became noticeably faster than before.
My boyfriend, of course, was unaware of what was happening to me and continued his incessant chatter: "They always do roadwork on weekends. I really don't know what those highway workers do all day. Remember to buy something to eat when you stop." At this moment, the middle-aged man slowly moved his hand from my waist to my left shoulder, then slipped it inside the neckline of my dress, pushed open my bra, and roughly kneaded my right breast with his large hand, while his other hand simultaneously reached under my skirt and pressed against my genitals.
I gasped softly, "Ah!" A hand landed on the middle-aged man's hand that was violating my private parts. My boyfriend's concerned voice immediately came through the phone: "What's wrong, honey? What happened?" I quickly explained, "Nothing, nothing. A big truck just drove past me, it startled me." At the same time, I pouted and glared at the man. He gave me an admiring look, then inserted his fingers into my vagina. I clamped my legs tightly around his hand, but immediately a tantalizing, tingling sensation spread from my vagina. At that moment, I had no mind to talk to my boyfriend.
"I'm not talking to you anymore, my phone's almost dead. Don't call me again, I'll call you when I'm almost there." Without waiting for my boyfriend's reply, I quickly hung up. At that moment, the middle-aged man held my full breasts with one hand, gently stroking my already hardened nipple with one finger, while the fingers of his other hand kept teasing my clitoris. Just as I hung up the phone, I felt as if two streams of heat flowed from my nipples and vagina throughout my body, and soon my vagina was overflowing with moisture.
Seeing that I hurriedly hung up the phone with my boyfriend, the middle-aged man seemed satisfied with my performance. He began kissing my earlobe while whispering in my ear, "You little slut, you're so wet down there, does it feel good? I really have to thank your boyfriend for the call, otherwise it wouldn't have been so easy to disarm you. Being touched while talking to your boyfriend, isn't that exciting!" I playfully retorted, "You're so naughty!" Seeing that I acquiesced to his actions, the middle-aged man went a step further, saying, "You're so slim, but I didn't expect your breasts to be so big. Being your boyfriend must be so lucky." At this moment, my body and mind were almost on the verge of collapse under the teasing of the middle-aged man's hands and lewd words. My already pitiful self-esteem was shattered, and the guilt towards my boyfriend and the shame of being played with were fading under the impact of the intense physical pleasure.
I slowly rested my head on the middle-aged man's shoulder, leaning my body against his strong chest, my buttocks raised, my legs slightly apart, welcoming his fingers as they teased my clitoris. Gradually, my body grew hotter and hotter, and my body twisted uncontrollably. Seeing that I had completely let go, the middle-aged man began to kiss my neck, while his hands kneading my breasts increased the pressure, and his fingers inside my vagina went straight to my clitoris, rhythmically teasing the most sensitive part of my body. At the same time, I was enduring the middle-aged man's teasing of three different parts of my body. I admit that even my boyfriend had never given me such intense pleasure in so many sensitive areas. Under the middle-aged man's simultaneous three-pronged attack, my body grew weaker and weaker, and three different pleasures washed over me like waves. After about ten minutes, I suddenly wrapped my arms tightly around the middle-aged man's neck, my body twisting violently in his arms, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan again. In an instant, my body reached the peak of pleasure, and I actually orgasmed... This was the first time I had ever been brought to orgasm by someone's touch, and it happened on a long-distance bus, in the arms of a stranger. The feeling of orgasm slowly faded, although the excitement in my body continued to surge, but reason was slowly overcoming desire. The moment I regained my senses, I couldn't help but blame myself. Was I a slutty woman? How could I orgasm on a long-distance bus, under the teasing of a stranger? My situation naturally didn't escape the notice of the middle-aged man holding me. His voice whispered in my ear again, "Little beauty, you've come, haven't you? How does my technique compare to your boyfriend's?" To be fair, the middle-aged man's technique was indeed very skillful. He made me feel very comfortable all over. Through his initial caresses of my body, he gradually mastered my sensitive spots. Later, whether it was kissing my earlobes and neck, rubbing my breasts, or teasing my clitoris, he could find the most sensitive spot to touch me immediately. The difference between my boyfriend and him in this respect was like heaven and earth. Although I didn't answer his lewd question, I knew that as long as he saw the contradictory look in my eyes—a look of desire mixed with resistance—the answer was self-evident.
Just as I was wondering what the middle-aged man would do to me next, the car's loudspeaker announced: "Passengers, due to highway closure for construction ahead, the bus will be taking a detour and will stop at a rest area before exiting the highway. Passengers who need to rest may disembark. The stop will last for 15 minutes. Please be prepared." Hearing the announcement, the other passengers opened their curtains. I quickly used the time it took for the announcement to repeat to put on my underwear and stockings, which the middle-aged man had pulled down to my knees, and tidied my disheveled hair. The middle-aged man stared intently at me as I finished dressing, and whispered, "You're so beautiful. Do you want to get off later?" Hearing him compliment my beauty, I felt a surge of excitement, and nodded at him, my eyes filled with longing. He added, "You can go down if you want, but I need to ask you two things." I couldn't figure out what he wanted, and suddenly it occurred to me that he might want to go down and rest while I... I decided to strike first and immediately said, "It's only ten minutes or so. We both need to use the restroom, and the gas station isn't very big, with so many people. You want to..." He suddenly interrupted me, grinning mischievously, "What are you thinking? I just want you to buy some food and drinks. We still have several hours to go, don't let my little beauty get hungry." Hearing him say that, my face flushed instantly, and I cursed myself for being so talkative! The middle-aged man stared at me, who was blushing, and whispered in my ear, "The second thing is, after you get off the bus, could you take off your bra, stockings, and panties? That way it will be more convenient for both of us when we come back, and I promise it will make you more comfortable." Hearing this, my face, which had just returned to normal, suddenly burned even hotter. I hesitated and said, "Ah? How can I? I still need to buy food. There are so many people in the rest area; if someone sees what's underneath... it'll be so... so embarrassing." As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. How could I be so stupid? I should have told him I wanted to take them off, but I was afraid of being seen in the crowd! He chuckled and whispered in my ear, "Little slut, I knew you'd take them off. I'll teach you a trick. Take your purse downstairs, put your bra and panties in it, and then use the purse to cover your chest. Nobody will see anything."
At that moment, I was angry with myself for becoming so lewd. Hearing his suggestion, a thought suddenly popped into my head: if I didn't sit on his bunk when I got back, but instead found a seat in the front, wouldn't I be free from his clutches and never have to be played with by him again? Although being played with by him had been incredibly pleasurable, and I had even reached orgasm, my shame and pride had once again overcome my desires. I secretly decided that I wouldn't take off any clothes for a while. After using the restroom and buying my things, I would find an empty seat in the front when everyone else was boarding. The middle-aged man would be in the last row; he could just fly over and devour me! Thinking of this, I couldn't help but show a smug expression. Afraid he'd discover my deception, I quickly composed myself and feigned reluctance, pleading, "Is this okay? Why are you so mean? Wasn't playing with me enough? Now you want me to strip naked again?" Seeing I didn't refuse, the middle-aged man whispered, "This is just the beginning. Just obediently remove the obstructions, and I'll show you what a real climax is." I already had a plan to escape his control, and knew there was no point in arguing anymore, so I nodded reluctantly and said dismissively, "Okay then."
At that moment, the car slowly slowed down, rounded a bend, and pulled into a gas station next to the highway.
Seeing I agreed to his request, the middle-aged man turned and pulled back the curtain separating the compartments. Then he got up, took my hand, and led me to the narrow aisle to wait in line to get off the train. Just as we got off and I was about to go to the women's restroom, he suddenly reached into his pocket, pulled out a phone, waved it at me, and then smiled and said loudly, "Honey, go buy me something nice to eat. I'm a little hungry. We still have over four hours to go. I
'll wait for you on the train!" I was still angry at how he addressed me in public when I suddenly saw the phone he was holding. A chill ran down my spine. Wasn't that the phone I used to answer my boyfriend's call? How did it end up in his hands? I immediately understood. He had stolen the phone from my berth while I was excited. It contained the numbers of my boyfriend, relatives, and colleagues. If I had refused him earlier, and he had shown it on the train, I would have been hesitant and given in to his demands. But he only took it out now, clearly having seen through my plan, forcing me to return to my seat.
"Okay, honey, I know. Wait for me on the train, okay?" Now that I understood his entire scheme… I was forced to play the role of his wife, feeling utterly helpless and at a loss.
I walked helplessly into the women's restroom, wondering what the middle-aged man would do with my phone if I didn't satisfy his demands. With that thought, I reluctantly took off my black dress, stuffed my bra, stockings, and panties into my handbag, wiped away the remaining fluids around my vulva, put my dress back on, and left the restroom.
My dress was fitted and figure-hugging; even without a bra, it was still stretched taut by my firm breasts, making my nipples particularly noticeable against the streamlined fabric. I used my handbag to cover my chest and hurriedly bought some bread, sausages, and drinks at the supermarket. As I put my handbag down to pay, I clearly felt the cashier's eyes fixed on my chest. Without even counting the money, I frantically fled the supermarket.
When I returned to the long-distance bus, most of the passengers hadn't returned yet. The middle-aged man was fiddling with my phone. Seeing that I had obediently returned to the last row, he smiled contentedly and said, "Wife's back, I'm starving." I had no idea what he had done with my phone, and my heart was pounding. I was afraid he would call my boyfriend, so I quickly handed him the food I had just bought, forcing a smile in front of the other passengers, saying, "I bought you bread and sausages, do you like them?" He took the plastic bag containing the food and drinks, and casually patted my chest. After confirming that I wasn't wearing a bra, his eyes fixed on the two dots peeking out from under my dress, and he said with a double entendre, "I love them, I love them, wife, you're so good to me!" I glared at him and ignored him.
Soon, the passengers gradually returned to the bus, and the carriage immediately became lively. I lay back down in the spot by the window, extended my right hand to the middle-aged man, pouted, and whispered, "I've done everything you asked me to do, can I have my phone back now?" The man readily placed the phone in my hand, as if reading my mind, and said, "Don't worry, I haven't used your phone to do anything bad." Hearing this, I felt a huge weight lifted from my shoulders, but I was still uneasy. I quickly checked my phone's contacts and messages. Just as he said, there hadn't been any outgoing or incoming calls, and the message history was clear. I put the phone back in my bag, still feeling uneasy. How could such a cunning man let my phone go? The middle-aged man seemed to read my mind, saying, "I did want to get your phone number, but I know my place. How could a beautiful woman like you possibly be interested in an old, ugly man like me? You're just good for my eyes on this long bus ride." Hearing him portray himself so pitifully, and remembering the way he had teased my genitals earlier, I retorted sarcastically, "You're not as bad as you make yourself out to be. You're so experienced with women, you know more about their bodies than my boyfriend does, and you're quite cunning, knowing how to use both threats and inducements. Every request you make is impossible for me to refuse. I keep thinking now, if I had known you'd make me like this, I would have refused you from the start." I stared back at him defiantly.
The middle-aged man knew I was deliberately mocking him, but he didn't argue. He just stared intently at my chest, his expression making me feel as if I were lying naked in front of him. I couldn't stand his aggressive gaze. My face flushed, and I muttered "Ugh," turning towards the window. I knew I'd given in again, and a feeling of helplessness rose within me.
The bus started moving, and the carriage gradually quieted down. Everyone began to draw their curtains, so I did. I stole a glance at the middle-aged man. Seeing me pull the curtain, he turned back and drew it closed again, then covered me with the blanket once more. This time, he even took off my high heels… I lay back in my seat, listening to my increasingly rapid heartbeat, trying to control my nervous yet excited emotions, waiting for the middle-aged man to violate me. My shame intensified. The thought of taking off my bra and panties next to a stranger on a long-distance bus, though forced, didn't actually stem from strong resistance. There was even a strange thrill, and I was even hoping the middle-aged man would come and do something to me soon. How could I be so lewd? How could I do this to my boyfriend who has always taken such good care of me? Are all women's bodies so susceptible to temptation?
About ten minutes later, just as I was lost in thought and blaming myself, a voice rang in my ear again, "Wife, look, everyone else is asleep. Aren't you sleepy?" I listened for a while to the chorus of snoring in the carriage and shook my head slightly. "My little beauty, what's wrong? Is something bothering you that keeps you awake? Are you thinking about how much your husband will pamper you?" The middle-aged man spoke lewdly in my ear, occasionally kissing it and blowing air into it, making it tickle. He had hit a nerve; my heart was pounding, my chest heaving. Before the man even made a move, my body was already aroused. At this moment, the middle-aged man wrapped one arm around my head and placed it on my shoulder, while his other hand encircled my slender waist in front of me. With a slight pull, he drew me into his embrace. My head rested on his strong forearm, feeling his powerful chest muscles and arms. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and my body began to feel weak. I slowly closed my eyes, gradually losing myself in his masculine scent. Seeing that I had closed my eyes, the middle-aged man knew I had acquiesced to his actions. Suddenly, his arms crossed over my chest, and without my bra, his hands grasped my two full breasts. I let out a soft "hmm," and instinctively placed my hands on his. Then, the middle-aged man began to knead my breasts incessantly, his pressure perfectly balanced, leaving me between pain and pleasure. My body slowly grew hot, and my vagina gradually became wet. Then the middle-aged man's voice came again: "Wife, does it feel good? A woman's breasts are the most sensitive part besides her vagina. I'll make you love this feeling in a moment." Hearing his voice, I slowly relaxed my body, and the hands that had been tightly holding the middle-aged man slowly fell down. Seeing that I had released his hands, the middle-aged man kneaded my breasts from bottom to top with both palms at the same time, while his fingers kept circling around my areolas near my nipples. My boyfriend had never played with my breasts so carefully before; he would always just caress them briefly before rushing into my body. With this comparison in mind, the pleasure from my nipples became even more intense, and the numb and itchy feeling in my chest kept traveling through my body.
At this moment, the middle-aged man's fingers began to quickly flick my already hardened nipples, and waves of pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave. I kept rubbing my back against his chest, and low moans began to escape my throat. Seeing that the time was right, the middle-aged man removed his right hand from my breast and slipped it under my skirt, beginning to caress my vulva. At the same time, he lowered his head and used his tongue to suckle my nipple, filling the void left by his right hand. Waves of cool, tingling, and itchy pleasure seeped through my skirt and through my nipples, filling me with excitement as I felt the simultaneous stimulation surging from both my upper and lower body. Then the middle-aged man's voice came again: "Wife, you're so wet down there, you're about to cum again, aren't you? Do you feel good being touched like this? Can I kiss you?" By this time, I was so weak from his touch that my body felt limp, as if I were lying on a cloud; how could I refuse him? I nodded shyly. Seeing my nod, the middle-aged man began kissing my neck, slowly moving over my ears, eyes, cheeks, and finally my lips. A strange taste came from his mouth, and I felt a little resistant, but after a moment, the pleasure of his caresses stimulated my nerves, and I finally slowly tilted my head back, accepting the middle-aged man's lips. He frantically sucked on my lips, then suddenly thrust his tongue into my mouth, teasing my tongue. The desire hidden within me seemed to be slowly being drawn out by his tongue, and my juices flowed down my thighs. My body writhed under the onslaught of the middle-aged man's mouth, tongue, and hands. I responded to his French kiss with my own tongue, and the middle-aged man seemed excited by our passionate kiss in the carriage. He removed his hand from my vagina, touched my right hand, and placed my palm on his already erect penis. I timidly stroked this stranger's hard penis, feeling a surge of excitement, unsure of what to do.
At this moment, the middle-aged man pulled away from my lips and whispered in my ear, "Wife, your lips are so sexy, your little tongue is so smooth and soft, can you kiss my little brother?" I didn't expect the middle-aged man to ask me to give him oral sex on a long-distance bus. I looked embarrassed and said, "Here? No... it's not good, other people will see. Besides, I... I don't know how to do it."
"It's okay, I'll stand outside, you can kiss me under the blanket, no one can see. If you don't know how, I can teach you. Besides, you can compare mine with your boyfriend's! I've made you feel good, you won't just watch me hold back, will you?" the middle-aged man said to me in a conciliatory tone.
His words stirred my already aroused desire. I looked around. The carriage was dimly lit, and I could hear snores from time to time. So I made up my mind and shyly nodded slightly to him. He sat up straight, his back pressed firmly against the backrest, then leaned slightly forward, blocking the aisle with his burly frame. He then had me curl up between his legs, covering my head with a blanket. He unzipped his jeans, pulling out his thick, dark penis. It was much thicker and longer than my boyfriend's, and the glans wasn't fully erect yet. What intrigued me was the absence of the long foreskin my boyfriend had on his glans. In the darkness, my mouth slowly approached his penis. I smelled a mixture of urine and sweat. I reached out my right hand and gently grasped his penis, holding my breath and closing my eyes to slowly kiss the glans. The instant my lips touched his glans, his penis seemed to react; the glans became erect, and the shaft grew even longer and thicker. At the same time, his hands began kneading my breasts through my skirt. I opened my mouth and took the middle-aged man's glans in, just like I would my boyfriend's penis. His glans was much bigger than my boyfriend's, and it filled my mouth very quickly. I had never given oral sex to anyone other than my boyfriend. Even with him, it was only to make his penis thicker and longer so it could be inserted into my vagina. Now, I clumsily held the middle-aged man's penis in my mouth, letting it go in and out for a long time. But the middle-aged man's penis was slowly softening. At this moment, the middle-aged man's helpless voice rang in my ear again: "Good sister, you've worked hard, but is this how you give your boyfriend oral sex? He didn't teach you how to make a man feel good, did he?" Hearing his words, I took his penis out of my mouth and looked at him aggrievedly, saying, "I already said I don't know how, but you insisted that I do it like this. I've already put it in my mouth, so I'm not doing it anymore." The middle-aged man saw that I seemed really angry, and gave me a helpless bitter smile, saying, "I'm sorry, wife, don't be angry. I know that these things depend on your mood." "How about you try doing it this way?" I saw his tone soften, and he looked pitifully pleading with me. I said to him, "If you still can't do it right, don't blame me again." The middle-aged man chuckled when he saw that I agreed to give him oral sex again and said, "Okay, first, hold the base of my penis with both hands and stroke it a couple of times." I did as he said, first holding his already softening penis with both hands and slowly stroking it up and down. After a while, his penis regained its vigor, and the glans became erect again. Seeing the penis in my hands getting thicker and harder, I couldn't help but feel excited. At this time, the middle-aged man said again, "Put it in your mouth and lick the connection between the glans and the penis with your tongue. This is the most sensitive spot for a man." I did as he said, putting his penis in my mouth again and licking the edge of his glans with my tongue. After a while, I could clearly feel his penis getting hotter and hotter. At this time, holding the penis in my hands that was getting thicker and harder, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. "That feels so good, honey, you're licking me so well. Don't stop, keep your hands moving, slowly increase the speed, lick other parts of my cock." Hearing him praise me for making me feel good, I did as he said and sucked his penis even more vigorously. Sometimes I licked the veins that were sticking out on his penis, sometimes I licked his two testicles, and sometimes I licked his erect glans. At the same time, my hands kept stroking his penis, gradually increasing the speed. While I was giving him oral sex, I kept thinking that his penis was much thicker than my boyfriend's, and his glans was also much bigger than my boyfriend's. I wondered what it would feel like to let him penetrate my little honey hole. If my boyfriend hadn't come to pick me up at the station, I would really like to experience the feeling of being penetrated by a middle-aged man's penis. I gave the middle-aged man oral sex for about half an hour. Suddenly, he said to me, "Wife, use your hands harder, speed up, I'm going to cum." Hearing him say that, I took his penis into my mouth and sucked on it, increasing the speed and force of my stroking. Suddenly, his penis became scalding hot, and the glans in my mouth trembled. I knew he was about to ejaculate. What should I do? I should let him ejaculate in my mouth, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to explain it to my boyfriend if it got on my dress. Thinking of this, I opened my mouth and took his penis in. I felt a warm liquid shoot deep into my throat. Soon, my mouth was full of the middle-aged man's semen. The semen tasted strange, slightly fishy. The only thing I liked was that the semen was very slippery. This was the first time someone had ejaculated in my mouth. My boyfriends had always ejaculated directly into my vagina or into a condom. The first taste of semen made me feel nauseous and wanted to vomit, but I was afraid of getting my dress dirty, so I had to suppress the urge to vomit and slowly swallow the semen that kept shooting into my mouth. The middle-aged man ejaculated in my mouth for a good half minute. I was afraid that the semen on his penis would stain my skirt, so after I felt the penis in my hand slowly soften, I used my mouth to lick the semen off the head of his penis. Then I took out a wet wipe from my bag and wrapped it around his penis, while wiping the semen off my mouth.
The middle-aged man seemed quite pleased with me after I swallowed all his semen and carefully cleaned his penis. He held me tightly in his arms, and I obediently rested my face on his shoulder. He whispered in my ear, "You learn so quickly! I had such a great time. Your boyfriend is going to be so lucky. I wonder how he'll thank me." I glared at him and replied, "If he knew I was giving a stranger oral sex on the bus, he'd be furious. Thank you? He'd be lucky if he didn't fight me."
The middle-aged man teased me, "I didn't force his girlfriend to give me oral sex. Why would he fight me?" Seeing him acting all innocent after getting what he wanted, I punched his firm chest and said coquettishly, "You're so mean! I'm being so nice to you, and you're making fun of me!"
For the next while, he stopped teasing me. Perhaps ejaculating had exhausted him, because he soon fell asleep. Recalling the scene of giving him oral sex, I also slowly drifted off to sleep in his arms. When we woke up, the sun had already set, and the carriage was getting darker and darker. Gradually, I could no longer see the middle-aged man's expression clearly. When he saw that I was awake, his hands began to tease my body again. Perhaps because he knew that the car was about to arrive at the station, he inserted his fingers directly into my vagina, teasing my clitoris and using skillful techniques to move them up and down inside my vagina. Before long, my body reached orgasm again.
Even the longest journey eventually comes to an end. Soon, the familiar car horn sounded again; we were almost at the final stop. Just as I hesitated whether to call my boyfriend to pick me up, his phone rang again. I answered with a touch of melancholy, telling him the car was almost there. He told me he was already waiting for me at the station. Suddenly, a wave of disappointment and guilt washed over me. I hung up, dried myself off, and took out my bra, panties, and stockings from my bag. With the middle-aged man's help, I put on my bra. Just as I finished putting on my panties and was about to put on my stockings, the man suddenly embraced me and kissed my lips. I responded passionately, and he whispered in my ear, "This is the first time I've met such a beautiful and bold girl on the bus. Can I keep the stockings as a souvenir?" I thought, even if I didn't wear the stockings… Wearing a dress, my boyfriend wouldn't suspect anything, so I held the stockings in my hand and said to her, "Then behave yourself when you get off the bus, don't let my boyfriend find out about our relationship." The middle-aged man nodded at me and slowly pulled the stockings from my hand. I turned around, took out a mirror, and tidied my messy long hair. A
moment later, the bus slowly pulled into the station, and passengers got up with their luggage and walked towards the door. Sitting at the back, the middle-aged man and I walked last, and I reluctantly made my way to the door. Just as we reached the middle of the bus, the middle-aged man seemed to remember something and gently placed his hand on my waist, saying, "What's your name? Can you tell me?" I let him make one last caress on my body, thinking, "Here we go again with this threatening trick," and said nothing, quickly walking towards the door. The moment I stepped out of the door, the middle-aged man's hand indeed withdrew from my waist. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then my boyfriend's familiar voice came from beside me, "Liu Miao, I'm here." My heart sank again. Behind me, I heard the middle-aged man's chuckle. Following my boyfriend's voice, I saw him. At the same time, I knew that my struggle with the middle-aged man had ended in defeat once again. At that moment, I probably would never have imagined that it was this very name my boyfriend had called out that would plunge me into an abyss of unrecoverable desire.
[The End]
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