The two girls I encountered on the bus

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One time, the bus was so crowded on my way home that there were no seats left when I boarded. I had to hold onto the handrail with my left hand and hold my bag containing books and things for school with my right hand, standing in the gaps between the crowd. After a few stops, the bus became more and more crowded, and the tiny gap to my left was filled by a very attractive girl. Her left breast was pressed against the front left of my body, and her right breast was pressed against the front right of my body. Her body was pressed tightly against the left side of my body. She was holding onto the handrail with one hand and stretched out the other, her arm bent, carrying a handbag. Her outstretched hand was touching me.
This time, the bus was very crowded, and with this girl so close to me, I had nowhere to escape and didn't want to escape. Her two full breasts and her slender hand clearly reminded me of the sexual harassment I experienced last year.
I placed my bag on the bus floor, clamped it tightly between my legs, and quietly placed my right hand on my left shoulder, then stealthily reached towards her breast… The girl's beauty and orchid-like fragrance made me feel like I was in a dream. Finally, at the stop before she got off, I ejaculated. Fortunately, it was already dark, and probably no one saw my wet pants.
Another time was even more embarrassing. I had no classes that afternoon, so after my nap, I went home. When I got on the bus, the front "reserved seats" were all taken, so I had to sit in the last row. There were five seats in this row. The one on my left and right was already occupied, so I sat in the middle three. At the next stop, two young ladies sat on my left and right sides respectively. The lessons from the previous two times were still vivid in my mind, so I remained quite well-behaved and dared not do anything lewd again!
Then, a friend of the lady on my left came up and the two of them squeezed in to sit down. I had no choice but to squeeze tightly to the lady on my right. As soon as they sat down, I felt two fragrant and fleshy bodies sandwiching me on both sides. I felt both comfortable and uncomfortable. I wanted to give them my seat, but then I thought, they are young women, not elderly women with mobility issues. Why should I give them my seat? Out of spite, I squeezed in with them and leaned back, but my back was immediately pushed back by the large breasts of the women on either side. I turned around and glared angrily at the women on either side; their towering breasts seemed to be defying me, their enormous breasts trembling with the swaying of the bus. These breasts made me submit, and I leaned back against them again. The two full breasts on either side, along with their full bodies, made my penis feel a strange sensation again. I wanted to stand up and offer them my seat, but I also felt so comfortable that I didn't want to leave them. In the end, I chose to stay close to them. When the bus stopped at the last stop, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated. I struggled to walk down the steps from the door while semen was still flowing out... After getting off the bus, I realized that my pants were soaked with a large, sticky stain. I fled in the surging crowd.
Despite this, I did not engage in any sexual harassment activities that year. Summer passed and autumn came, followed by the spring and summer of the following year. By then, the city I lived in had widespread self-service buses, and the "priority seat" in the front left corner of the first row, which I used to sit in, had become a priority seat for the elderly, weak, sick and disabled. Whenever I sat in the "priority seat," it was given to an elderly person, so I had to find another seat. I remembered my experience last year, so I chose to take the bus after dark and changed to sit in the last row, hoping to avoid a similar experience from happening again.
By then, the bus route back to my home had extended to several newly built large suburban residential areas north of my house. Because these areas had many residents, most of whom worked in the city and public transportation was relatively inconvenient, men tended to choose motorcycles to commute, while women were more likely to choose public transport. This created a new situation where there were more women than men on the bus. Normally, the bus was almost empty, but during rush hour it would surge, especially on Friday evenings. Most passengers were female students returning home from boarding school or working women, as well as some older working women. Because they worked in the city, these women, although some were around forty, still paid attention to their appearance and grooming. They were often slightly plump but not overweight, and their skin was well-maintained. In short, although they were older, they still retained some attractiveness. Don't underestimate these women; they were my main targets for sexual harassment that year.

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