A romantic encounter on a bus is something that can be achieved through human effort.

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That evening, around 7 PM, after having dinner at a relative's house, I was about to take the bus home when I bumped into a classmate who worked at a computer training center. We chatted for a bit, and in doing so, I missed the bus. I had no choice but to wait at the bus stop for the next one. It was this wait that led to the following story. There weren't many people on the bus that night, just a handful. I looked around hoping to see some pretty girls, but I was disappointed – they were all ugly! Oh well, I lit a cigarette and started thinking about other things. Just as I put the cigarette in my mouth, a fairly attractive woman stood next to me. I sized her up; she was about 1.65 meters tall, slender, wearing a short top and a skirt. Her legs were long and thin, and her buttocks were small but perky. I'd only rate her looks a 70 out of 100, but I really liked her figure. So I stared at her for a few more seconds. Looking closer, I noticed a slight blush on her face; she probably had a little to drink. Judging from where she came from, she had just come from a teahouse.
So, my mind started racing. I thought to myself, "Such a hot figure, how wonderful it would be if I could get my hands on her!" It was so alluring. Soon, the bus I was waiting for arrived. Being too timid, I didn't dare talk to her, afraid I'd miss my chance. Just as I was regretting it, she moved her feet. Ah, we were going the same way! Great, I
'll get on the bus. It's not easy to talk here; I'll find a chance to strike up a conversation on the bus. After making up my mind, the bus arrived. Even though I was closer to the door, I deliberately let her go first. She smiled at me when I let her go first, and I was overjoyed. Since it was the last bus of the day, it was crowded. I tried to keep my distance from her, not wanting her to dislike me, and at the same time, I used my hand to support her slightly so she wouldn't be too jostled. I think my actions won her favor; she started to look me over seriously. Now I felt much more at ease; I was indeed quite good-looking back then. My height of 1.8 meters made it a little difficult for her to see me. After the bus started moving, I boldly struck up a conversation with her.
I said, "The bus is so crowded, it's suffocating!" Seeing me speak, she felt embarrassed not to answer and softly replied, "It's the last bus, it's always this crowded." Hearing this, I thought, "Hmm, always this crowded? Does that mean you often go out at night?" Heh, good, this is promising. I continued chatting, "Do you often take this bus?" She replied, "Yes, my friends often invite me out for meals and tea, so I often take this bus." After a few more sentences, I became bolder and started to steer the conversation: "It's quite a coincidence today, I missed a bus, otherwise I wouldn't have met you. By the way, where do you live?" She replied, "XXX." I thought for a moment; her home was at the second-to-last stop, and mine was at the last stop. She wanted to get off first.
After thinking for a moment, a brilliant idea struck me. I had been to her neighborhood a few days ago; the streetlights there weren't working, and it was quite dark at night. So I offered to take her home later. When she heard me say this, she didn't immediately agree. She looked me over carefully again and remained silent. Judging from her demeanor, I guessed she was somewhat reluctant, so I didn't press her and decided to go ahead with it.
A short while later, the bus arrived at the next stop, and five or six more people boarded. We were squeezed together. She stood facing one side of the window, and I surrounded her with most of my body. She knew I hadn't intentionally wanted to be so close, so she didn't move. Soon, more people squeezed in, so I had to lean closer to her, and we were pressed tightly together. I quickly tried to act like a gentleman: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." She didn't blame me and said, "It's okay, it's not your fault, there were just too many people." Heh heh, I thought, this is really going to work! I quickly struck up a conversation with her: "You look a lot like one of my classmates. You're not her sister, are you?" (A corny trick, but most women like to hear that.) She chuckled: "I didn't realize you were so good with words." Seeing her happy, I brought up the offer to take her home again: "Then I'll take you home later, and I'll tell you some jokes on the way." She still didn't answer directly, but she responded to my suggestion with a smile. (Summary: Be bold, be careful, be disciplined, and never rush. Be sweet-talking and quick-witted!) (II) A Hundred Years of Cultivation to Share a Pillow
Soon she was about to get off the bus, and I followed closely behind. After getting off, we walked together and began introducing ourselves. After I finished, I asked her what her name was, but she wouldn't say, only telling me her nickname—Duoduo (In a society that favors sons over daughters, girls are often considered superfluous, so many people have this name).
When I heard her say her name, I laughed out loud and then told her that I knew ten girls with that name. She also thought it sounded unpleasant, but she'd gotten used to it after being called that for so long. After hearing that I'd only recently returned home from military service, she told me that her cousin had just joined the army this year and had only been gone for a little over a month. Then I told her some jokes from the army,
which made her laugh non-stop. After walking for a few minutes, I mustered up the courage to take her hand. She pulled away slightly but let me hold it. After chatting for a while longer, seeing the atmosphere was good, I invited her to my house for a cup of tea and then we could continue chatting. I showed her photos I'd taken in the army. She initially refused, but after walking about a hundred meters further, I invited her again, repeatedly promising it would only be for a short while to reassure her. This made her agree (halfway there!). So we turned and walked towards my house. At this point, I mustered up the courage to put my arm around her waist—haha, she didn't pull away! Success! I was going to hail a taxi, but she said she'd had a few drinks and didn't want to take a taxi, so we walked and chatted to sober up. We walked for a while, probably less than a kilometer from my house, when she suddenly wanted to go home and didn't want to go to my place anymore. I quickly told her we were almost there, to sit down for a bit, have some water, and rest before I took her home. She hesitated, but I pulled her along. When we arrived at my house and I closed the door, my heart sank; I wouldn't be lonely tonight!
Entering my bedroom and seeing my habitually neatly folded blankets, and seeing how clean and tidy the room was, she trusted me even more. Then I took out my photo album for her to see. After looking at it for a while, she smiled and asked, "You said you'd buy me a cup of tea, where's the tea?" I was taken aback for a moment, then immediately turned around and made her a cup of tea. We sat side by side on the bed looking at the photos. I pointed to each photo and explained them to her. She listened with great interest, asking questions from time to time. Then I took out some of my awards and medals and told her how I earned them. She listened with a sigh. After that, I put everything away and stared at her intently for a while with a Tony Leung-esque gaze. Then I started to say some sweet nothings to her, like "fate brought us together from a thousand miles away," "knowing you is the greatest luck of my life," "you are the best-looking girl I've ever met," and so on. After a bunch of nonsense, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her lips.
After a pretty good kiss, she gently pushed me away, laughing at me for breaking my promise and calling me a little liar who tricked her into coming to my house to do something naughty. I completely overshadowed everything she said with the phrase, "I couldn't help but fall in love with you the moment I saw you." Then I lied and said I knew how to massage, asking her to try it. So she took off her shoes and lay on my bed. I pretended to massage her back a few times, then leaned down and kissed her ear, followed by kissing and licking down her neck. After enjoying it for a while, I rolled over and started passionately kissing her. To be honest, my skills weren't very good at the time; I learned these techniques from adult films, with very little practical experience. I tried to recall how the men in the movies did it while putting it into practice. Even so, it aroused her desire.
She was no longer simply cooperating with me; her movements became more and more intense, gradually taking over. I paused for a moment and told her I really wanted to do it once, hoping she would give it to me. She smiled and nodded. Soon, we removed our clothes, and then I started sucking her breasts. Her breasts weren't big, maybe only a little bigger than an A cup, and the nipples were a bit large and dark in color, but I didn't care about the consequences; I just started sucking. While frantically sucking and licking her breasts, my hands roamed all over her body, stopping only when I touched her pink buttocks, where I squeezed and played with her flesh.
Soon after, I moved my head to her lower body and began to savor the taste of her vulva. Her vulva was quite delicate, the flesh of her vulva was of moderate size, her pubic hair was neat, her lower body was clean and odorless, and the discharge from her vulva was a normal color. I first sucked on her vulva for a while, then started licking her clitoris. She was not idle because of my teasing; she slightly raised her upper body and reached out to stroke my face and back.
After she couldn't stand being licked anymore, she pushed me away and made me lie down. I didn't understand what was going on, but I did as she said. As a result, she did the same thing I had done to her before, but she was more experienced and her movements were more accurate and precise. Basically, even though I was a virgin, I was stimulated by her actions to an unbearable degree. I rolled over and pressed her down on top of me, and thrust in... After entering, she groaned "Mmm!", which made me, a novice, very excited, and a small sense of accomplishment arose spontaneously. However, I felt that her vagina wasn't very tight, and it wasn't as comfortable as I had heard. But compared to self-pleasure, the feeling of being surrounded by moist flesh was far superior!
As I was doing it, I said to her, "It's been so long since I've done this, it feels so good today!" She completely relaxed and replied, "I haven't done it for over half a year either. I thought you didn't know anything, but I didn't expect you to be so good." I chuckled and continued my thrusting. I don't know about others, but I had drunk quite a bit that day, and no matter what I did, I couldn't ejaculate. However, the high-intensity training in the army gave me plenty of stamina. I kept fucking her until she reached orgasm twice, and even though her back was a little sore, I still hadn't ejaculated. Then she suggested that she use her mouth to help me ejaculate. I had no choice but to do as she said, and thanks to her skillful thrusting, our first time that night ended with oral sex.
It was a crazy night. We took breaks and continued until about 4 a.m. the next morning, until my penis was only half-erect. To my surprise, there was still fluid in her vagina. It seemed she wasn't lying; it really had been a long time since we'd done it. We checked the time when we first met, and it was about 10 a.m. At 5:30, during what felt like a marathon of lovemaking lasting over five hours, I took breaks and resumed, ejaculating four times in total, the last three times inside her. I didn't use a condom once (we didn't have any at home, and she didn't suggest it). Around 5:30, she asked me to bring a basin of water to her room so she could wash herself. After she got dressed, I couldn't resist hugging and kissing her again before finally taking her home.
Something rather interesting happened during the whole process; because I had pointed at myself in photos earlier when showing her... My former squad leader once told her a phrase he used during physical training: "The squad leader is from Harbin, and he likes to say in his Northeastern dialect, 'Brothers, so that we can lift women up and kowtow to them when we get home, we need to start training now!'" When I was having sex with Duoduo, she teased me, "Didn't you say you could lift women up and kowtow to them? I didn't see that!" Before she finished speaking, I draped a blanket over her, got off the bed, held her in my arms, and thrust my penis in for a while. She was quite thin; she said she only weighed 84 pounds. With that weight, holding her was no problem. However, after a while, she got bored and it wasn't very satisfying; the movements were too small. So we went back to bed. On the way home, she kept praising me for being vigorous, saying I was in good shape, and hoping to have sex with me again sometime. But after I had achieved great satisfaction, looking at this woman who was seven or eight years older than me, I felt somewhat bored and didn't plan to continue the relationship. I dropped her off at her doorstep, didn't exchange phone numbers, and didn't even bother asking her name. I turned around and went home.
(Summary: Bus romances are rare and unpredictable. The male protagonist is easily mistaken for a lovesick woman. Be careful when you act, observe carefully, and stop immediately if you sense anything amiss. This experience was truly coincidental, but if I hadn't taken the initiative, this romance wouldn't have happened. This proves the adage "Man proposes, God disposes!" Be bold, thick-skinned, and good at talking. Never ask someone if they want to sleep with you right away! Asking like that is a sure way to get yourself killed. Proceed gradually! We are wolves, not thugs!)
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