Real Show on the Bus

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May Day is a day of national celebration. To prepare for this special day, I arrived at the station at 8:00 AM to catch a train to the Chongqing People's Great Hall. Why did I choose this place? Because I saw online that the first flag-raising ceremony would be held there today, and I thought I might have a chance.

However, when I arrived, I was greatly disappointed. Not only were there not many people in the square, but almost everyone was an older woman doing her morning exercise. The few people I did see who looked somewhat attractive were all couples (in retrospect, this might be because the publicity for the flag-raising ceremony wasn't strong enough, and I only noticed them by chance).

I stayed until the flag-raising ceremony ended but didn't find a chance, so I immediately moved on to the station to wait for my planned activity, 3xx. While waiting for the train, I looked around for a target. I spotted a woman, about 19 years old, with a cute and innocent appearance. She was wearing sweatpants, not too tight, but you could tell she had a bit of flesh on her hips. However, she was a little short, and I wondered if that would affect my ability to reach her.

As the 3XXX slowly approached, I saw her look up and shift her body forward slightly, judging that she must be on this bus. I moved closer to her to prevent her from getting away.

When the 3XXX pulled up, many people rushed on, and she was no exception; I naturally followed closely behind. Worried that she might move backward, I pushed her to the right from her left rear, positioning her where I wanted her to be. More people boarded, filling the bus to capacity. At this point, she was facing away from the door, holding onto the seat back. I stood behind her, using the crowd to my advantage, and began to probe. I gently pressed my penis against her, but there was no reaction (she was so slow). Then I pushed harder, and she glanced back before turning away. Feeling safe, I continued. During my

probing, I focused on her reaction and didn't pay much attention to how her buttocks felt. Now, actually experiencing them, I realized that sweatpants really do make a difference. Her buttocks weren't large, but thankfully they were full and had some elasticity.

She wasn't very tall, so I could only thrust my penis downwards. I didn't like moving from her left buttock to her right; I found the movement too conspicuous and a bit strenuous. I usually thrust on half of her buttock, and then, if I felt like it, I'd thrust into her cleft. I chose her left buttock. Initially, to give her time to adjust, I thrust rather subtly, basically just pressing against her without much force, using the bumps in the car to

push harder. After two or three minutes, I felt she was comfortable, so I slowly increased the force. At first, my waist didn't sway; I just thrust upwards, gradually increasing the pressure. The deeper I pushed, the more elastic it felt, and a feeling of full satisfaction arose. When I felt the pressure was right, I stopped, just holding it there without moving. I felt her buttocks thrust back, but I shouldn't assume she was responding just because of this; I knew she was finding her balance.

After about a minute, seeing no obvious reaction from her, I started twisting my waist, making clockwise circles, gradually increasing the speed. Seeing her body sway rhythmically under the influence of my penis, I felt quite comfortable, and the pleasure intensified, so I unconsciously increased the intensity and speed.

Perhaps because of this, someone nearby cast a glance our way, and she noticed it too. So she turned her body 45 degrees and suddenly and cruelly moved away from me, exposing my penis. Fortunately, my left hand was always next to my penis, and I immediately pressed it down, turning my body 45 degrees as well. To avoid attracting attention, I temporarily kept some distance from her, and when I felt no one was watching, I pressed myself against her again. At this moment, I never imagined that something very unpleasant was about to happen.

The bus stopped at a station, some people got off and some got on, and then a man squeezed next to me, forcefully pushing me with his body to move inside. I got a little angry and bumped into him with my shoulder and arm, saying, "Can't you move in? What are you pushing me for?!" He got angry too, "What the hell are you talking about?!" Then we exchanged a few insults, and he started pushing me several times. I couldn't take it anymore and punched him in the face. We started wrestling, but we couldn't break free inside the bus, and other people quickly separated us.

He told me to get off the bus to fight. My clothes had fallen to the ground, so I told him to wait while I picked them up. He got off first and yelled at me to get off quickly. I wasn't going to back down, so I picked up my clothes and prepared to rush off, but people around me stopped me and advised me not to.

I suddenly calmed down and realized that I was here to have fun, and there was no need to waste my energy on such an insignificant person. Besides, he was taller and stronger than me. A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. After thinking it through, I didn't get off.

The door closed, and when he saw that I hadn't gotten off, he started yelling at me like a shrew outside the bus. I found his behavior quite amusing.

When I checked my watch to see what time it was, I was immediately annoyed. I noticed the watch cover on my left wrist was missing (I bought this watch specifically for convenience, as carrying a phone is inconvenient, and I'd be heartbroken if it got stolen). I searched the ground for a while but couldn't find it, so I had to accept it with a heavy heart.

As I looked aimlessly ahead, I noticed a woman near the front door glancing at me every now and then. I was already annoyed, and although I found it strange, I didn't think much of it. Suddenly, the bus stopped, and the conductor told some people to get off because the bus couldn't go any further up a slope.

I got off with everyone else and waited for the bus in a flat area. I saw a woman who looked familiar, and upon closer inspection, I realized she was the woman who had been watching me from the front of the bus. Bored, I couldn't help but scrutinize her. She was fairly pretty, with long, flowing hair, wearing a t-shirt and jeans (the jeans weren't thick, and her buttocks were a bit perky). She had a bag slung over her right shoulder and was about 165 cm tall. Overall, she seemed quite nice. While waiting for the bus, she kept making phone calls, her body occasionally twisting and turning. My eyes were glued to her buttocks, which kept shifting, and I couldn't suppress a surge of desire.

After a while, the bus finally arrived, and I boarded through the back door (friendly reminder: buses in Chongqing only have front and back doors). I initially wanted to continue with the woman I'd just met, but I noticed she was standing in the front of the bus (she hadn't gotten off), surrounded by people, so I couldn't push my way through. I stood near the door, holding onto the left pole with my left hand, facing the door.

Suddenly, I saw the woman from the other side of the bus board through the back door, standing by the right pole. Seeing her buttocks so close, within my reach, a burning desire flared up. My antics on the bus had already attracted too much attention, making it inappropriate to continue, but I was still annoyed and wanted to vent, so I decided to continue anyway.

At one stop, when people boarded, I moved to her left, holding onto the pole with my right hand, my body at a 45-degree angle to hers, my penis pointing towards her left buttock. Taking advantage of the car's bumps (a tactic I often use to test my target's reaction; if there's no reaction, I increase the pressure, and if she turns around and does anything drastic, I can use that as an excuse to cover myself up), I thrust forward. She reacted, instinctively shifting her position slightly, glancing back at me, then turning away

again. (As long as she turns around and doesn't glare at you or criticize you, congratulations, you're halfway there. If she's cooperative, then enjoy your free massage on the bus; if she's patient, as long as you don't go too far, she won't pose any threat.) I gently moved my feet closer to her body and thrust forward without hesitation. She didn't flinch. Although her pants weren't as comfortable as the previous one, her height was just right for me, and her buttocks were quite full, so it still felt quite good.

At this point, instead of following the gradual, step-by-step approach I had initially taken, I thrust haphazardly and without any method, sometimes thrusting against her buttocks, sometimes against her groin, sometimes drawing circles, and sometimes moving back and forth. But a few minor incidents occurred: when I thrust harder, she would rise up and down on her tiptoes, not at a slow pace, but at a fast rhythm.

I'm not sure if she was playing along to make herself feel better or if she was trying to avoid me. Whatever the reason, her actions attracted some attention, so when she tiptoed, I had to move away from her buttocks and keep a certain distance (I wonder if anyone else has had this experience on a crowded bus: you're standing behind someone, but you're not touching them, and for some reason, they keep twisting their body or looking down, which makes people around you look at you strangely, and you feel really annoyed). She tiptoed for

a while and then stopped, then bent down, sticking her butt out, looking out at something. This seductive pose is so alluring, you'd be a man not to push yourself up, so I didn't hesitate. She braced herself against the door frame, pushing her buttocks back. Whether she was playing along or trying to maintain her balance, this was a pose I liked. Except for not grabbing her breasts, it was basically like an old man pushing a cart!

She didn't flinch at first, letting me push her up for a while, then suddenly straightened up again, started tiptoeing again, and then bent over again. This went on three times, leaving me somewhat amused and exasperated. I felt like she was playing a cat-and-mouse game with me. Of course, I couldn't let her play with me like that. So, as we approached the station and a crowd gathered at the entrance, I thrust into her wildly. I don't know if she was startled by my frantic actions or if there were too many people to move, but she didn't budge. I successfully ejaculated against her buttocks (I didn't expose myself).

This thrusting experience wasn't particularly special compared to others, but it was my first time fighting with someone on a train, so it was quite unique for me. Looking back, I'm still a little scared. If I had gotten off the train then, I don't know what would have happened. I don't think I could have beaten that guy. I hope everyone can learn from this and control their emotions, so as not to turn joy into sorrow.

Perhaps some people scoff at this behavior, thinking I'm being a scoundrel, that it's vulgar. Actually, like a one-night stand, we're playing with ambiguity. I always test the waters first. If the other person shows obvious aversion, I immediately stop, and I won't harass them like a scoundrel.

Actually, both men and women have desires and a desire for excitement, a fact confirmed in my two-plus years of experience on public buses. If she's a bit reserved, she might initially be hesitant (like when you're trying to seduce a woman and you're pulling down her underwear, she always says no, but the truth is, everyone knows the truth). As long as you make her feel comfortable, without pressure or danger, she'll tacitly accept your actions and might even cooperate. But if you encounter a woman who's really eager, once you push your luck, it's like dry tinder igniting a fire—uncontrollable.

There's nothing wrong with flirting on public buses.

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