Bus - a constant clash of spear and shield - an unprecedented thrill

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Bus - A Constant Clash of Spear and Shield - An Unprecedented Thrill
Just yesterday, I played a role filled with conflicting emotions and excitement on a public bus...
When talking about bus harassment, many women accuse men of being bored, frivolous, and having a distorted mentality, calling them scumbags and perverts
. Indeed, I have never intentionally harassed a woman, out of consideration for my reputation and a sense of basic
human decency. But yesterday's events keep replaying in my mind, giving rise to an unprecedented sense of pleasure,
surging within me.
I usually don't take the buses that require a monthly pass to work because they are crowded and slow. Yesterday, after work, I waited for almost half an
hour for the bus, but the one I needed didn't even show its tail. Besides, my wife said she had something to do and wanted me to go home early. Thinking of
this, I boarded a bus that required a monthly pass to avoid being late
. There were more people on the bus than I expected, and it was more crowded than I imagined. I boarded through the ticket seller's door, bought a ticket, and struggled
to squeeze to the side to stand. I was carrying a men's briefcase and holding onto the handrail with my left hand. The bus
moved slowly, and at the next stop, it braked suddenly, causing me to shift involuntarily. Suddenly, the girl in front of me turned around and
looked at me (I hadn't noticed a girl in front of me before). Only then did I realize that there was a
girl in her mid-twenties standing in front of me. She looked quite mature, with a delicate face, short hair, and wearing a yellow embroidered
tulle skirt that reached her knees.
She glanced at me, but there was no hostility in her eyes. I suddenly realized that I might have
accidentally touched her with my genitals, and I felt very guilty, taking a step back. Just then, the doors opened. I almost
screamed!
So many people, initially crowding the doorway and unable to get on, then suddenly rushed forward with a "whoosh," bumping right into me as I turned to watch the
"fun." I didn't even realize where I was going; my body seemed to shift, and I slammed into the girl in front of me. And
because of the force of the people behind me, I couldn't pull myself back; I was practically pressed against her. I felt
utterly helpless, a truly suffocating feeling. But the girl didn't turn
around, nor did she show any resistance. I couldn't say anything more; the people behind me were incredibly
strong, and I could only remain stuck there, motionless. The bus started moving, and I was forced to confront
that soft yet very direct feeling coming from a certain part of my body. She was quite tall... The thin layers of fabric offered little resistance to our curves
. She had her back to me, and although I didn't move, my instinctive reaction quickly caused me to
become erect and hard. Through my thin pants, I think she must have felt it very clearly. I had no ulterior motives;
in this situation, it was simply a feeling of helplessness, forced enjoyment, and natural, impulsive excitement… Her buttocks were deep, and my penis
was nestled within them—a very strange sensation. Although neither of us moved, and neither of us desired this feeling, with
the swaying of the train, my nerves were naturally aroused, a strong urge to hold her close. Then we arrived at the next
stop. Because there were so many people, it was impossible to get on. The doors slammed shut with a click, and it was just as crowded. I was pressed against her body again. I
started to notice the girl in front of me. She wasn't particularly pretty, but her skin was incredibly fair. As the saying goes, fair skin hides a hundred flaws, making her look very sexy. Her white,
long-sleeved, low-cut top accentuated a ladylike sexiness… Suddenly, a possessive feeling welled up inside me!
I started to hold my handbag on my wrist and gently touched her right thigh near her hip with my right hand. She didn't
react. Men, when given tacit consent, always want to push their luck. Although I knew this was despicable, I
was powerless in this situation. I shamelessly placed the back of my right hand on the right side of her hip and, with the swaying of the car, tentatively pressed it a few times. She still
didn't move, her eyes fixed on the window as if nothing had happened. Through such a thin skirt, she definitely couldn't have been unaware of my
harassment. I started to feel… Full of confidence, I rubbed her right leg with the back of my right hand, my eyes constantly watching her every move
, afraid she would embarrass me (if that happened, I would be so ashamed I wanted to commit suicide on the spot). But the answer remained unchanged... no movement! I
pushed my buttocks back slightly, and my right hand slowly moved towards her buttocks. Wow,
I even touched the edge of her underwear! At this moment, her buttocks twitched, but my keen observation told me that it was just a trembling of excitement from stimulation,
not a sign of resistance. My right hand rubbed
her tender flesh at the edge of her underwear with the back of my hand (at this point, I didn't dare to be too bold, after all, this kind of thing was immoral). The feeling of flesh against the edge was truly driving me crazy! My body was trembling a little, not just from fear or excessive
excitement. I started to press harder, and she arched her buttocks as I pressed... Her lower body was incredibly fleshy, and her skirt was remarkably thin.
The moment my hand moved to her buttocks, I felt like I was suffocating. The people next to me were either facing away from me or glancing to the opposite side. It was as if fate had deliberately arranged this
opportunity for me. I began to move my fingers up and down, my middle finger bent in the opposite direction, while the other fingers pressed against her firm, upturned buttocks. When my fingers reached her
lower body, the tip of my middle finger touched the slightly protruding vulva between her legs. The trembling sensation, a rush of blood to my head, was no less intense than
the pleasure of an orgasm! Her ears were clearly flushed.
Through her back, pressed against my chest, I could feel her breathing rising and falling. Seeing that she showed no sign of resistance, I figured we
were both at the peak of excitement and unwilling to extricate ourselves. I began to do as I pleased. However, the eyes of others were the biggest obstacle, and I had to avoid them, perhaps out
of a little shame (besides, my handbag was providing excellent cover at that moment). My palm was pressed against her buttocks, my five
fingers shamelessly caressing her delicate flesh. She finally began to move slowly, but didn't move back. Needless to say, she liked this sensation!
My middle finger pressed against her thin gauze skirt, repeatedly probing into her buttocks, thrusting in and out. Her tightly closed legs gave me an even better sensation. Her upper body
was clearly lacking strength, and she slowly lost her balance, leaning against my body. Because there were so many people, my mouth was already touching her short hair, blowing out puffs of hot breath.
Perhaps because she felt my heat, she leaned her head forward. I could tell she wasn't stimulated enough. I pulled out my hand and began rubbing her genitals from her buttocks.
With my middle finger, I very carefully and slowly lifted her skirt. She probably didn't notice me. I pulled my finger out, and she slowly moved her buttocks
closer. Wow! Seeing a woman do this in public like this sent shivers down my spine. So amazing!
Suddenly, from under her lifted skirt, my finger touched her flesh. I remember her trembling. She glanced around, but didn't look at me. Seeing that
no one was paying attention, she slowly turned her head back. My mind went blank; I couldn't think of anything else. I wasn't as gentle as I was at the beginning
.
I directly lifted up the skirt covering her right buttock (the left side was still covered because the person to my right had their back to me).
Although I couldn't see her fair buttocks, the soft, smooth flesh was already overwhelmingly satisfying to me at that moment! My fingers began to frantically knead her buttocks. My
fingers could directly knead her vulva from outside her panties. It felt moist, confirming that she had already produced vaginal fluid. I kept pressing on her vulva from bottom to top
, sometimes circling, sometimes teasing, and sometimes using one finger to forcefully insert it. Although I didn't dare to be too exaggerated, it felt better than any other time I had
made love. The pleasure had to be extreme. She also very obediently enjoyed this transgressive stimulation! Her eyes were closed, her ears were red, making me feel a little tender towards her
, but I still didn't stop my arousal. My fingers slowly slipped inside her panties, and I almost fainted when I touched her plump labia... Why
did God have to let me feel this kind of stimulation and excitement at this time and in this place... The forbidden fruit I stole really smelled so good... Her juices had already lubricated the entire
area around her little sister. Although my hands were a little tired, no man would want to stop at this moment. Time was running out, so I inserted my ring finger...
The feeling of my fingers sliding inside her vagina is indescribable; everyone knows it well. Just because of the different setting, the excitement was amplified many times over... My
fingers began to move inside her. After about seven or eight seconds, she clearly reached orgasm, her vaginal fluids overflowing, her whole body pressed against mine... Then
I continued for nearly 30 seconds, my lips even touching her ear. Although I didn't reach orgasm, for a
man engaging in this kind of low-level harassment, the stimulation I just experienced was enough. Besides, when I make love with my wife, I always bring her to the brink of ecstasy before slowly enjoying the afterglow. The shock of sex
! Just as I was about to kiss her cheek, she suddenly straightened up, adjusted her skirt with her right hand, and slipped past me to the door. Then the bus stopped at the station
, and she got off. I really wanted to get off with her, but... how could I tell her? What could I say? Call me cheap? Call me...
When I got home, my wife said she was going to buy a rice cooker because the old one was broken. But I was still in a daze, so I deliberately told my wife I had a headache. She was very kind to me, so she told me
to go inside and rest, gave me some medicine, and went to buy a rice cooker herself. I rushed into the bathroom, recalling the scenes from just now, and violently ejaculated my adulterous fluids!

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