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I had this experience once while riding the bus. It was a weekend, around 6 PM. Many people were waiting for the bus, including students, probably for weekend classes. I wasn't paying much attention, anxiously waiting for the bus. I waited a long time, so the bus that finally arrived was extremely crowded, but there was nothing I could do; everyone rushed on. I went with the flow, squeezing through the crowd and struggling to get on.
Once on the bus and starting to move, I realized a serious problem. The bus was so crowded that I could only hold onto the handrail with one hand; my other hand was trapped between people, making it impossible to move, like it wasn't even my own hand. I tried to pull my hand back, but failed, and accidentally touched a girl's soft area. I was surrounded by female students, and I hadn't even noticed. To be honest, I had no idea where I touched it or who it was; I couldn't even see my own hand when I looked down. But I could tell it was the girl diagonally opposite me; she was facing me, but her view was blocked by someone else.
When I first touched her, she glanced at me, then looked away. If the first movement was accidental, this second one was deliberate. I slowly traced a line with my finger, and I felt the girl glance at me again, then immediately look away. I was actually quite nervous, suddenly unsure if it was her. But like I was under a spell, I boldly moved again, but there was no reaction. I increased the pressure, hooking my index finger upwards, and I felt her body tremble slightly; it must have been her genitals. I was incredibly nervous, wondering what would happen next? Would I be discovered, or would she scream? I felt her subtly turn her body, avoiding my finger. This time, my finger touched her leg instead of her genitals.
Her face, which had been slightly flushed, calmed down a bit after my finger stopped bothering her. With a hint of defiance, she stretched out her hand again, touching me once more. This time, I used my middle finger, applying a little more pressure—not much, but it felt much stronger than before. I wasn't nervous anymore; I guess she was the one who was nervous. I felt completely lost, unsure of what to do with my legs. She probably hadn't expected me to be so persistent (to be honest, I didn't expect it myself either; I'm not usually like that). She glanced at me in surprise, and when she saw me looking at her too, her gaze immediately shifted to something behind my ear, avoiding my eyes. A blush spread across her cheeks, a beautiful blush. At that moment, I felt like a complete scoundrel. But I accepted my scoundrelhood; letting such a beautiful girl touch my private parts was worth dying for, what's a scoundrel!
When the bus arrived at the station, my fingers stopped moving. Actually, no one would have seen it if I hadn't stopped, but I felt that even such a subtle movement would be noticed—it was probably just my imagination. As people got on and off the bus, my fingers didn't move at all, and I even deliberately moved away from her body.
There were many people getting on, and everyone was pushing towards the back, but the people in the middle and front of the bus didn't move back at all, just compressing the space. There was someone between us before, but that person got off, so suddenly there was no barrier between us, and I dared not make any inappropriate moves. She seemed to relax a little too. Although we were closer, she still didn't glance at me. I thought she'd take this opportunity to get a good look at this pervert.
We were still standing side-by-side, her left hand on the back of the chair, her right hand holding the handrail. I held the handrail with my right hand and my left hand hanging down. I wasn't facing the window directly; I was sideways, a position forced out of my body. This position allowed me to easily reach her private parts.
After the bus had traveled a while, I couldn't control my lustful thoughts and my fingers secretly reached for the girl again. I don't know what came over me. I'm so sorry. When my fingers touched her school trousers, I suddenly felt calm, like a heroin for a drug addict. I immediately calmed down. A
wonderful feeling welled up inside me. This time, the girl didn't look at me, but her expression showed she was still very surprised, even angry: How could this person do this! She bit her lower lip, her face flushed, like an apple you wanted to bite!
At this moment, even if you chopped my hand off, I wouldn't back down! I gently and slowly placed my fingers on her vulva, fingertips, one finger, two fingers, three fingers… Now I had three fingers on her genitals, and the feeling was incredibly stimulating and exciting. She must be mortified! Having her most private place touched by a strange man, and judging by her appearance and age, no one had ever touched her there before. Even she herself would be embarrassed to touch herself while showering, and now a complete stranger had touched her. As
I imagined this, I became even more excited, and my penis throbbed, standing erect and pointing skyward! The worst part was that there was an older woman standing in front of me. My penis was directed all its pent-up desire at her buttocks, but I had absolutely no sexual interest in her. The space was too cramped; my hard thing was pressing against her backside, and she didn't seem to feel a thing. I quietly backed away, not wanting any intimate contact with her buttocks, but I was pushed back again after only a short distance. I felt really cheated! I was taking advantage of the young girl while simultaneously trying to avoid being taken advantage of by the older woman—there's no such thing as a free lunch. Thinking this way
made me feel a little better. Come on, come on, I'll just suffer the loss! This way, I stopped thinking about how the older woman was taking advantage of me and focused entirely on the sensory pleasure the girl's body was giving me. As mentioned before, I now had three fingers touching the girl's genitals. I slowly inserted my middle finger further, sliding it back and forth on her vulva, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. The girl was probably a virgin (actually, it was my first time too), completely unsure how to proceed. This time, she looked at me for a little longer, probably checking out my appearance, I thought. Then she immediately stopped looking at me, seemingly aroused but unsure how to handle her expression, feeling incredibly awkward.
Seeing her like this, I felt pretty cool, having made a girl submit with just my fingers. So I worked even harder in that spot, even having the thought of pulling her into my arms! Thinking this, I suddenly flicked my middle finger upwards, and the girl's body jerked upwards, her legs clamping my finger tightly. She seemed to be struggling to hold back; otherwise, she would have cried out. Actually, I just wanted to see if she would cry out. I admit it was a bit perverted; if she had, I wouldn't know what to do.
I figured even a thrust wouldn't make her cry out, imagining she must be very skilled in bed. I noticed her panties were made of very thin fabric, so I could feel her genitals. I tried pinching her labia with my index and middle fingers. I actually managed to pinch them! Her body trembled violently again, the trembling so intense only I could feel it. At that moment, my senses, body, and mind were at their peak! My penis was deeply embedded in the woman's anus, which made me extremely frustrated. I really wanted to thrust into that girl!
Her face grew increasingly red, and I was starting to worry that people seeing her flushed face would discover what I was doing. But at that moment, I was utterly daring, thinking, "Who cares? Once I get off the bus, who will recognize me?"
I gently pinched her labia, or something else—anything that couldn't be seen—and then gently pulled them outwards, little by little. The girl's expression at that moment was incredibly complex, beyond what words could easily describe. She was trying to suppress her feelings, but at the same time, she seemed to be enjoying it. It must have felt very good, but her sense of shame and modesty made her feel that this was unforgivable. In short, her expression was incredibly cute. I even felt that I should take responsibility for her and make her my girlfriend; then I would have hit the jackpot.
The next second, she leaned closer on her own. I couldn't believe it, thinking it was my imagination or that I was moving towards her. But she really did. I felt a mix of smugness and disappointment. Had I just defeated a pervert like that? But I overestimated my abilities. After she got close, she looked away and whispered, "Brother, you can't do this, please!" I never expected her to say something like that. But at that moment, I was completely bewitched and ignored her pleas. Seeing that she was about to say something, I mischievously increased the pressure on my hands. Her mouth, which had just opened, immediately closed tightly because of the assault below, her teeth leaving deep marks on her lower lip.
I slowed down and gently caressed her sensitive areas, giving her a chance to relax. I felt it was very hot there, unusually hot, something I hadn't noticed before. My fingers seemed a little damp. To confirm if that was really the case, I stupidly glanced down, but damn it, I couldn't see anything. Seeing me looking down, she probably became even more embarrassed, knowing I'd noticed her instinctive physical reaction. She seemed quite ashamed and almost turned away.
I was enjoying myself when she suddenly spoke. I was startled, thinking she was going to report me. Luckily, she was talking to her companion, probably just an excuse to get off the train early. Hearing this, I knew my chances were dwindling, so I quickly increased my intensity and frequency. She blushed terribly… anyone could tell something was wrong.
The train finally arrived at the station, and she desperately squeezed off, getting off without looking back.
Suddenly, I felt a little disappointed, realizing I'd gone too far…

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