Chapter 164 Between Heaven and Earth: Public Bus Prostitution

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The Spring Festival is the most joyous and festive time for employees of every company, but it is definitely the busiest and most stressful time for their leaders. Endless family reunion dinners, summaries and commendations, material rewards—all the hard work and toil of the year is eagerly awaited at this moment, hoping to receive a big red envelope to take home for the New Year.

As the actual controller of three businesses—Dragon Soaring, Cloud Phoenix, and Prosperous Flowers—I have to deal with a thriving business on one hand, a growing harem of beautiful women on the other, and I'm also temporarily acting as a driver for Tianlong. Logically, I should be incredibly busy. Fortunately, I started cultivating reserve cadres early on and delegated a significant amount of authority, managing the entire business with remarkable ease and efficiency.

Wenli and Liming were doing a great job managing Longteng Feilong. Pan Liyueqin's Fanhua flagship store, though newly established, was showing initial success starting from wholesale and gradually training a team and cultivating the market. Luyao, Junhong, and Lingyu, the sisters, took over Yunfeng Women's Clothing World and made it increasingly prosperous. In addition, Brother Zhao Zhi's "Longwan" production line, though aging, was still quite effective. Old Sun, following "Baifengwan" and "Yufengwan" (Yufengwan), began developing "Meifengwan" (Meifengwan) and "Lafengwan" to further improve the Baifeng series. Furthermore, the experimental products "Youthful Energy" and "Beautiful Life," sister products of "Life Essence" targeting young urban men and women, achieved a major breakthrough. When things go smoothly, everything else goes smoothly, seemingly foreshadowing a prosperous future with abundant wealth and money and success pouring in. I often felt like I was floating on clouds, in a dreamlike state.

In contrast, while Tianlong is far smaller than Longteng in scale, and its leader, Zhang Youfu, is cunning and adept at leveraging government influence, Tianlong is now a sick dragon with deeply ingrained problems. Its product line is rife with issues, lacking new products beyond the outdated Tianlong Liuwei Dihuang Pills and the imitation Longteng Life Essence Oral Liquid. Performance has stagnated, talent is dwindling, and even its once-thriving restaurant, Lingjiang Pavilion, is slowly falling into difficulties.

My sexy waitress, the busty Tianlong Ye Zimei and Ye Feng, hasn't been working at the Tianlong canteen much lately, only showing up sporadically, but she hasn't been idle. I carefully nurtured this delicate flower. Ye Feng was fit, tall, and beautiful, but coming from the countryside, she still carried a touch of earthiness. Although refreshing, she was somewhat vulgar. So, I had Lingyu, a sweet-voiced singer, teach her beauty and makeup; Junhong, a glamorous dancer, teach her fashionable dressing; Yueqin taught her how to be alluring both in and out of bed; and Luyao taught her how to read people and serve them attentively. In just a couple of days, her temperament and dressing improved, and a fashionable, beautiful, and sexy urban woman emerged.

Secretly, I also sent her to a beauty school to learn health massage, all with proper techniques. When she came back, I had her do her homework on me. To be honest, it was far better than any so-called health massage outside. This young, sexy, and exceptionally beautiful woman gently and carefully served me. Just a proper massage made me feel like I was floating on air, not to mention the fancy tricks like playing the flute, gently swaying her hips, brushing her pubic hair, massaging her breasts with oil, and drinking "dragon's elixir."

Under the guidance of countless pornographic books and films, under the tutelage of sluts like Jun Hongyueqin, and with my meticulous care and guidance, Ye Feng's progress has been phenomenal.

Before the holiday, I had Ye Feng, without makeup, go to the Tianlong Cafeteria and quit her job. The cat vaguely knew she was my girlfriend, and seeing my meteoric rise to fame at Tianlong, but unsure of our background, he hesitated to intervene, turning a blind eye to Ye Feng.

But Wang Wenjun, who had left, was his brother, and I had never gotten along with him. The cat, being a bad person, had initially assumed Ye Feng, a young, beautiful, and busty woman, was his prey, someone he could easily exploit. He couldn't swallow the anger that I had beaten him to it so quickly. Seeing her come to resign so openly this time, I gave her a little trouble, paying her half a month's salary less.

But while a few hundred yuan was a huge deal to Ye Feng, it was just a drop in the ocean for me. I doubled the amount and gave it back to Ye Feng, telling her not to make a fuss. Although Ye Feng knew I was wealthy and powerful, she didn't understand that money was just a number to me now.

On the morning of the 28th of the lunar year, I was fast asleep in Block C of Xiangfuyuan, lost in a blissful dream. Although I had one of my wonderful bedchamber partners—the sexy Ye Feng, the alluring Yueqin, and the sweet Princess Chunhua in the outer room—waiting for my pleasure, I was so drunk I could barely hold the reins.

Yesterday at noon, I attended Yunfeng and Fanhua's New Year's Eve luncheon, and then rushed to Longteng's New Year's Eve party in the evening. Although Wenli, Panli, and others were hosting the event, everyone knew my background and I couldn't get away once I arrived. Even though my beautiful wife and concubines were by my side, constantly shielding me from drinks, I still had to have a couple of sips.

Before I knew it, I was quite drunk. Yueqin, seeing how drunk I was, accompanied me to the bathroom to try and get me to throw up, but I still ended up completely bloated. So Yueqin and Yefeng took me back to "Yinfeng Cleaning" in Building C of Xiangfuyuan, where I finally drifted off to sleep.

Just as I was sound asleep, my phone rang at the most inopportune moment. I groggily picked it up and saw it was only eight in the morning. I was quite annoyed, but out of politeness, I answered, though I was internally cursing.

A hurried female voice came through the receiver: "Bai Qiu, is that you?" The voice sounded familiar, so I quickly sat up straight: "Ah, yes, it's me, Bai Qiu. And you are?" "It's me, Tingting. I'm going back to my hometown, Yunshan." Hearing this, I felt a pang of anxiety: "Tingting, didn't we agree I'd take you home? Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" Tingting seemed to be in a bad mood as well, and said softly, "Bai Qiu, I'm sorry, I only decided to go last night." A few moments later... A moment later, she hurriedly added, "Bai Qiu, do you still have the Jade Phoenix Pills you gave me last time? If it's convenient, could you buy me some more?"

I suddenly remembered that I hadn't brought Tingting her medicine for two days. A while ago, I noticed she was in a bad mood, so I gave her some medicine while she was distracted. I complained that the White Phoenix Pills were too weak and slow to take effect. Tingting, this pretty girl, was a little anxious because she could see it but couldn't touch it, so I gave her the pink Desire Phoenix Pills instead. However, I lied and said the medicine was called Jade Phoenix Pills. Although there's only a one-word difference, the meaning is quite different.

But the strange thing is that although Tingting is young, she is too beautiful. She is 1.67 meters tall, with a pretty face and a slender figure. She is the most beautiful woman in Tianlong's small car team and even in the entire Tianlong Pharmaceutical OL girls. When she walks past people wearing mid-heeled high boots, her long, beautiful legs draw graceful arcs, leaving people with a beautiful back view, which makes many men in Tianlong full of desire and fantasies about her beautiful body.

Although the Jade Phoenix Pills weren't very potent at first, one pill every day or two was enough, it seems she's become addicted. But this is so unfortunate of me to have this happen when I most want to be lazy and sleep in. I broke out in a cold sweat in my panic, and in my haste, I didn't have time to think much: "I do have some medicine, but Tingting, where are you now?" "I'm packing my things at Tianlong, but there's a bus back to Yunshan at 10 am, and I want to catch that one." Tingting's voice paused slightly, and after a while, she said, "Bai Qiu, where do you live? Why don't I come and get it later, so you don't have to run away."

At this moment, Yueqin and Ye Feng woke up. The two beautiful women leaned against me, their snow-white arms wrapping around my thighs. Yueqin, that slut, seemed unsatisfied last night and mischievously teased my little brother with her soft hands through my underwear, rubbing it deeply and lightly. Ye Feng, that beauty, wasn't idle either, rubbing her snow-white, full breasts against my thighs.

On one side, a bed full of beautiful women, a scene of boundless spring; on the other, Tingting's relentless nagging. I inwardly groaned. This Tingting had really gotten me into trouble. How could I dare let her come? It seemed I had no choice but to make the trip myself. What a miserable fate! "Tingting, wait for me. I'll be there in twenty minutes!" I said decisively, then slammed the phone shut.

"Who is it? Bai Qiu, calling so early." Yueqin muttered, reaching out to pull me into the warm bed. She seemed to be getting aroused after all that fussing. I quickly and gently pushed her away, coaxing her softly, "A friend. We were supposed to meet today, but it's all my fault. I drank yesterday and completely forgot."

I jumped up and started washing and getting dressed at lightning speed. I didn't even have time to shave, just grabbed the electric shaver and put it in my backpack, grabbed a couple of pieces of clothing, and finally threw my small purse in too—it had money and cards in it, enough to buy whatever I needed. Just as I rushed out the door, I remembered something and rushed back to open the safe and took out two large boxes of "Lust Pills." Luckily, Lao Sun had just gotten two packs for me to put in there—one pack had six large boxes, each containing four smaller boxes, each with four pills.

Thinking I hadn't forgotten anything, I went downstairs. But I couldn't get a taxi; it was almost Chinese New Year, everyone was busy traveling, and taxi business was booming. Luckily, Tianlong wasn't far, so I ran and stumbled to the Tianlong minibus station, but almost half an hour had already passed.

Pushing open the door, I saw a beautiful figure greet me—it was Duan Tingting, the belle of the minibus station. She had two full, round breasts, a pert, shapely bottom, a slender waist, long legs, an oval face, a pointed chin, large, double-lidded eyes that seemed to speak volumes, a straight, delicate nose, and especially her cherry-like mouth, which was almost tiny. The beautiful Duan Tingting looked a lot like the glamorous Hong Kong star Vivian Chow, but her tall figure was even more captivating.

Today, the beautiful Princess Duan Tingting from the train crew wore a long, flowing red turtleneck knit dress, layered under a black cashmere coat, black velvet stockings, and black suede stiletto boots with silver embellishments, exuding elegance and sophistication. This fitted dress was the perfect choice to accentuate the length of Tingting's legs, and the combination of the red long coat, black stockings, and black stiletto boots created a mature and stylish look. The cool coat, in contrast to the red and black color scheme, added a dynamic and fashionable touch.

Every winter, boots become a favorite among women. The pairing of boots with clothing is crucial; generally, leaving a few centimeters of leg between the boot opening and the hem of the skirt is considered standard. A skirt short enough to fall above the knee paired with long boots—but only someone as slender as Tingting could pull off those fashionable high boots. The long red knitted skirt perfectly revealed her shapely, sexy thighs encased in black velvet stockings about ten centimeters above the knee. The black suede, silver-embellished stiletto boots accentuated the smooth lines of her feet, ankles, and legs, creating a captivating and alluring look, perfectly capturing the dreamlike, cool elegance of a modern woman in winter.

Perhaps it was the carefully applied light makeup, but Tingting, the princess of the caravan, displayed stunning beauty. Tall and slender, with long, flowing hair, her fair face flushed slightly, and eyes like clear springs, she radiated a captivating charm. Even I stared at her in a daze for a long time. The beauty and aura she displayed today were unlike anything I had ever seen before; this charm captivated me. To be honest, Tingting, dressed like this, truly resembled a movie star!

However, today, Princess Tingting from this train crew had a face full of sorrow, and her complexion was somewhat pale. This beautiful woman seemed to be suffering greatly, and a faint sadness seeped into my heart, making me feel a little uneasy.

I gently opened my arms, my travel bag slipping to the ground, but no one cared about it at that moment. A warm, soft body gently nestled in my arms. I gently hugged Tingting's waist, and Tingting slowly wrapped her arms around my broad back. Our bodies pressed together, never to separate again.

My desires, which had been pent up since last night, were still burning. With a beautiful woman in my arms, my body was beyond my control, and my thoughts, intentionally or unintentionally, indulged my body. I slightly raised my buttocks to avoid my erect lower body touching Tingting, but this position brought our upper bodies even closer together.

"Since we once loved, why truly possess you? Even parting won't bring too much sorrow. The melody in the midnight air keeps repeating that song, 'Will you still love me to more…'" Tong Ange's classic, magnetic voice flowed softly from the computer speakers on Tingting's desk. At that moment, the song seemed to be a true reflection of our feelings.

As the gentle melody played, Tingting rested her forehead on my shoulder. Every woman has a different scent, and the fragrance emanating from Tingting was vastly different from that of Yueqin. If we were to compare them with flowers, Yueqin would be a rose, while Tingting would be like jasmine—different fragrances, but equally captivating.

The second love song was "Flowers in the Water": "In the cold wind and rain, so much splendor is but a dream, once vibrant colors have fallen with the wind,

and in a sudden glance back, love is like smoke and clouds... I see flowers in the water, and I desperately try to hold onto a touch of red." As the song began, our cheeks pressed tightly together. I abandoned all pretense and pressed my lower body against Tingting's. I believe she felt my heat, because I could clearly feel her breasts slowly hardening.

Time seemed to stand still; we both stopped moving, standing behind the screen of the small car, our bodies swaying gently to the music, our hearts gradually warming...

Unconsciously, Tingting's tears had soaked my shoulder. I knew she must have encountered something sad, but who can guess a girl's heart? I wanted to say a few words of comfort, but at this moment, silence spoke louder than words; speaking would ruin the atmosphere. We embraced silently, both lost in the gentle music.

After a long while, we slowly parted ways. Tingting still had tear tracks on her face. She quickly turned her head away and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. I stood to the side, catching her doing this out of the corner of my eye, but pretended not to notice and just stood there.

Tingting shut down her computer, watered the potted plants in the office one last time, put the office key in a white envelope on Captain Li's desk, then looked back at the familiar office with a somewhat somber expression before closing the door. Tingting whispered to me beside her, "Thank you, Bai Qiu. Let's go!"

The pretty princess of the bus company, Duan Tingting, carrying a matte gold handbag and wearing black suede high-heeled boots with silver embellishments, walked slowly beside me. I helped her pull her red Samsonite-style suitcase. As we passed through the Tianlong gate, the security guard on duty smiled at us. I smiled back, but Tingting lowered her head and walked past without saying a word. We

spent half the day trying to hail a taxi, but they were all full. It's all because this Spring Festival, a tradition spanning thousands of years, has made the whole of China tense. We had no choice but to go to the bus stop to catch a bus to the tourist long-distance bus station. After waiting for a long time, a bus finally arrived, but it was already packed with people, and there were no seats left. We had to stand in the aisle near the rear door.

Five minutes later, the bus stopped at the next stop, where a huge, dark mass of people were rushing home. When the doors opened, everyone filed in, and amidst the clamor of voices, a powerful surge of people filled the carriage, making it hard to breathe. We were also swept along by the flow of people to a corner at the back of the bus, where we were pressed against the tall and beautiful "bus princess," Tingting. Her shapely breasts pressed tightly against my broad chest, and a soft, electric-like warmth coursed through my body—a feeling I had never experienced before. This warmth began to spread throughout my body.

I looked at Tingting's face, and she looked at mine. We both blushed to our ears without realizing it. Tingting's soft breathing, carrying a sweet scent, entered my respiratory tract, and she inhaled my breath as well. The two of us almost merged into one in a breath-to-breath connection.

Afraid of squeezing Tingting, I tried with all my might to keep a distance from her, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't change the situation. Tingting seemed to sense this and whispered, "Bai Qiu, there's no way! I'm sorry to make you suffer with me!" I continued trying to turn around, when someone in the noisy carriage shouted, "Don't push! If you push any further, it'll cause a fire!" This shout caused a burst of laughter in the carriage. Just then, the train swayed on a bumpy section, and a young woman behind me struggled to turn around. Her very fleshy, round buttocks pressed tightly against mine, completely squeezing Tingting and me together. The situation was even more awkward than before. Although it was the dead of winter and everyone was dressed warmly, we hadn't relieved ourselves all night, and this fleshy pressure from both sides made my "little brother" start to stir in front of the train's princess, Tingting.

A wave of panic washed over me, a sense of impending doom washing over me. I tried my best to control myself: "Please...don't!" Although I admitted to being a scoundrel and a pervert, publicly displaying lewdness in public was still beyond my psychological limits. But the more I thought this, the more unruly my little brother became. My chin brushed against Qiao Tingting's hair, the sweet fragrance of a woman's hair filling my nostrils. My disobedient "little brother," though confined within its cage, bravely and firmly stretched out, almost completely touching the soft "bacon ring" beneath Qiao Tingting's pubic bone. Now I truly felt something was about to happen. Sex is a basic human instinct; who in the world can remain unmoved by a woman's advances? It's just a facade for gentlemen; now I truly see through it.

My erect, throbbing "little brother" looked like it was about to cry. I felt a little wet down there. In my panic, I grabbed the handrail with one hand, and with great effort, slid the other hand towards the opening. I might as well let it out! It would definitely commit a crime if it came out, but I just couldn't stand it anymore, and thinking about it was useless. I yanked the little thing out, parted the half-open black cashmere coat that Qiao Tingting was wearing, lifted the long red turtleneck knitted skirt, and thrust it deep inside her.

My little brother is simply a complete predator; he didn't care whether Qiao Tingting's legs were covered in black velvet stockings or her tender vulva in pantyhose under the long red turtleneck knitted skirt. He just blindly pressed himself against the pretty girl, smelling her fleshy scent. The carriage was packed and overflowing, and the lustful impulses poured out like a flood. Reason, stimulated by the beautiful and sexy body of the opposite sex, was like a mouse seeing a cat, long gone. He couldn't control his instincts.

In the crowded carriage, even the most beautiful woman's defenses are extremely weak. Qiao Tingting could only use her black velvet, silver-embellished stiletto boots to press her incredibly sexy black stockings against my penis. The tighter she pressed, the more pleasure I felt. Unconsciously, we both felt a wetness spreading with boundless desire.

Qiao Tingting quietly reached forward, but I grabbed her hand—what a soft and warm little hand! She tried to push my penis away, but was instead captivated. She could only let things take their course. Seeing her flushed, alluring face, though she said nothing, I grew bolder. I pushed back slightly and then forward, a fiery surge of heat, like volcanic lava, erupting from the base of Qiao Tingting's black velvet stockings. I pressed tightly against Tingting, and she pressed tightly against my lower abdomen, letting the pleasure radiate and spread throughout our bodies. We almost cried out simultaneously, feeling a surge of physical pleasure coursing through each other. This public display of lewdness made me sweat profusely, and the pleasure almost made me faint. I felt like our naked, white bodies were flying, towards the distant sky, towards another world. Even

after we reached the final stop and got off the train, I realized I was still holding Qiao Tingting's small hand. I slowly let go, thinking how incredibly embarrassing this was. Luckily, Tingting didn't scream; if she had, it would have been even worse. Seeing my timid expression, Qiao Tingting laughed and said, "You jerk, is this how you send people off?" She was clearly mocking me. Feeling awkward and unable to extricate myself, I smiled and asked, "How do you want me to take you?"

Tingting thought for a long time without saying a word, then whispered in my ear, "Bai Qiu, I don't blame you. It was all because the bus was too crowded, and it just happened out of necessity." As she spoke, she looked at me with a shy smile. I grabbed her hand, and when our eyes met, we both felt a genuine connection. I pondered for a moment, smiled, and glanced at her, saying, "Tingting, blame yourself for being too beautiful and charming. You'll have to be more careful when catching the bus next time!" Hearing me say this, Tingting seemed to have heard what she wanted to hear. Her dark eyes, filled with a smile, gazed deeply at me.

I simply pulled the suitcase with one hand and put my arm around her waist with the other, saying, "Come on, Tingting, I'll buy you a brand new pair of black stockings to make up for it!" I casually pulled open Tingting's black cashmere coat, revealing the top of her round, sexy, and alluring thighs, about ten centimeters above her knees, encased in black velvet stockings, between her long red knit skirt and black suede high-heeled boots with silver embellishments. The wet patch was still visible.

When Qiao Tingting saw me tugging at her coat, she thought I was up to something. When she realized what was happening, she quickly pushed my hand away, covered her cashmere coat, and said gently and affectionately, "I already have socks in my suitcase. Who needs your gifts?" After a while, she looked at me tenderly: "How about you take me back to Yunshan?" I realized I really couldn't bear to leave her, and said happily, "I told you, of course I'll take you home!"

"Aren't you on duty this Spring Festival?" Tingting knew I was a favorite of Old Zhang and his wife after I was transferred to the Tianlong General Manager's Office. "No, we're not on duty. Old Zhang and his family flew to Shenzhen to visit relatives first, and then they'll spend the Spring Festival in Hong Kong!" I explained, while looking at Qiao Tingting beside me. Feeling completely satisfied, I said, "Tingting, you're so beautiful, both in person and in your outfit!"

"A beautiful flower stuck in cow dung, I never expected to run into such a big bad guy like you today!" At this, Qiao Tingting burst into hearty laughter. Thinking about how I had just fertilized and watered the beautiful legs of this pretty young woman in sexy high-heeled boots and black stockings, I laughed and said, "If I hadn't met you, that male hormone production (liquid) would have had nowhere to be sold."

She pinched my arm hard, nestled her shoulders against my warm arm, and looked at me, saying, "Bai Qiu, you're such a bad guy! A complete and utter bad guy!" Qiao Tingting's voice was very clear and melodious.

We walked towards the tourist long-distance bus station with the bustling crowd. I put my arm around Tingting as we walked. At this moment, I truly felt that a bad thing had turned into a good thing. Heaven was on my side, and I was accompanied by a "Lin Daiyu" who was even more beautiful than a fairy. An unprecedented feeling of comfort made me feel relaxed, and I felt extremely excited and happy. It

was already 9:30 when we arrived at the station, but as the old saying goes, it's better to be lucky than early. The tickets for the 10 o'clock bus were sold out long ago, but there were two people who had canceled their tickets at the last minute, and we just happened to catch them.

After boarding, Tingting sat on the inside, while I sat on the side closest to the aisle. It seems this is how young men and women always sit when they go out; the beautiful women are always shielded. But this seating arrangement only leads to one result: the beautiful women's right to be violated is entirely given to the man next to them.

Duan Tingting was Tianlong's undisputed "factory beauty": large eyes, curved eyebrows, a delicate nose, an oval face, cherry-like lips, and a graceful figure. Every gesture she made was full of charm. She even bore a resemblance to Hong Kong star Vivian Chow, exuding the air of a pure and innocent beauty. Many white-collar women in Tianlong's offices resented the unfairness of fate, because God was particularly biased towards this beautiful, tall girl, Tingting. Whenever she walked down the street, her "turn-around rate" was guaranteed to be 100%. If any of them didn't take it seriously, they were simply "blind." However, Duan Tingting used to be too arrogant; this was her only flaw.

I knew deeply that every outwardly proud woman actually yearned for the challenge of a brave man. Once you take that first step, pride transforms into compliance, and you'll discover the immense energy a woman possesses once the floodgates are opened, along with a level of indulgence, openness, and affability that her outward appearance doesn't reveal. This is true of renowned singers like Li Lingyu and glamorous dancers like Yao Junhong, whose masks I've torn off. They were once incredibly proud princesses and swans, but now, in my eyes, they are completely unguarded, at my mercy.

However, today, Duan Tingting beside me had long, flowing hair. She wore a long, red, high-necked knit dress over a black cashmere coat, black velvet stockings, and black suede high-heeled boots with silver embellishments, making her look exceptionally elegant and outstanding. Her beauty was so captivating, so radiant, so breathtaking. Especially striking was the glimpse of her shapely, sexy thighs, about ten centimeters long, encased in black velvet stockings, peeking out from between the red knit dress and the boots. It instantly made me lose my senses. I grinned lewdly and reached out to touch her thigh. A tantalizing elasticity traveled from my fingers, all the way to my heart.

Qiao Tingting hadn't expected me to start acting like a lecher again so soon after I'd just ejaculated on her thigh. She was initially surprised, then her whole body trembled, and she struggled frantically, scratching my hand a couple of times with her long fingernails. I gritted my teeth, enduring the pain, but didn't let go; my hairy hand continued to grope Qiao Tingting's sexy legs under her skirt, completely oblivious to the presence of others.

Seeing me pushing my luck, Tingting couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "Bai Qiu, you filthy scoundrel! You want to die?!" In her panic, she forgot to control her voice, and the people in the seats in front of her vaguely heard her words.

The passengers in front of her turned around abruptly, their eyes fixed on her, like something out of a horror movie! Qiao Tingting's face immediately turned bright red, while I pretended to be focused, closing my eyes as if nothing had happened. Everyone looked at each other, clueless about what had just occurred.

Tingting was at a loss. She quickly pulled down her long red turtleneck knit dress, pulled up her black cashmere coat, and let my devilish hand ravage her private parts...

Tingting, both angry and helpless from my blatant groping, whispered in my ear, "Bai Qiu, you've gone too far." I smiled and ignored her. After a while, she started to threaten me, "Bai Qiu, why do you keep touching my thighs? It costs money, you know, hmph!"

I retorted in a low voice. Who told her to dress so seductively? She was already very beautiful, and the combination of sexy black stockings and alluring black suede high-heeled boots with silver embellishments, along with the classic red long knit dress she was wearing today, was perfect for a date with a lover. "Perfect" meant that it allowed me to easily touch her, and could be quickly adjusted in an emergency. Pants were cumbersome, while long dresses were inconvenient for touching.

I jokingly teased, "Comrade Duan Tingting, who told you to be so flirtatious?" Pretty Tingting thought for a long time, then finally fell silent: "It's all thanks to you, you damn Bai Qiu! Now we're a perfect match!" She said, trapping my hand between her beautiful legs and snuggling closer.

Seeing that the beauty had basically given in, I smiled and asked, "Tingting, why didn't you shout on the bus?" "At first I was annoyed, but later, I realized I'd fallen for you." Pretty Tingting blushed and smiled at me.

"Tingting, I don't know why, but the moment my thing touches your silk-stockinged thighs, it loses all its charm." I said shamelessly, my hand carefully exploring the base of Pretty Tingting's thighs, savoring the unparalleled allure and tenderness of this tall, beautiful girl.

“Comrade Bai Qiu, you don’t know, this isn’t the first time this has happened to me. Sometimes when we go out, and there are a lot of people, some skinny men always mess around behind me. They can’t find the right spot, so they just touch my thighs. It’s so annoying! The first time I screamed, and everyone in the carriage burst into laughter. After that, whenever it happened, I would try to avoid it if I could, but if I couldn’t, there was nothing I could do but wipe it with a handkerchief and go back to change my pants. Sigh! What can I do? I’m a woman.” Tingting finally revealed this private part of her life.

Although it was the dead of winter, the sun was still warm and inviting. The long-distance bus sped along the straight highway like an arrow, with farmhouses nestled among the trees on both sides of the road.

“But, Bai Qiu, I always wore pants before. This is the first time someone has ejaculated on someone’s socks.” After saying this, Tingting looked shy and helpless.

At this moment, we were both relaxed and happy, laughing and joking, pouring out endless sweet nothings and jokes in a world that belonged only to the two of us and no one else…

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