Encountering a slut on a bus

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Encountering a slut
on the bus. The bus isn't here yet? Ah! The bus arrived, and I saw her as soon as I got on. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but she had a calm and elegant demeanor, exuding femininity. She was standing a little further in from the middle of the door, one hand on the window railing, the other on the back of the seat, her buttocks sticking out in a protruding shape. What was most striking was her business attire: a white shirt and a black, tight-fitting, thin skirt. I hadn't enjoyed that kind of fabric in a long time, and my eyes immediately lit up. I squeezed behind her, looking down to admire her protruding buttocks, feeling a bit like swallowing saliva. People kept getting on the bus, and it got really crowded. That's when I realized I was surrounded by women. One woman to my right was standing further out, so if I nudged her, people on the steps and even below could see me clearly. Although the environment wasn't ideal, it didn't really bother me. I used my waist to gently push forward, and oh, my penis touched the middle of her buttocks—a warm, soft sensation. This material is really good; it perfectly outlines the shape of her buttocks, making you fully feel their elasticity. After a few touches, the woman seemed a little reluctant and twisted her hips away. I pushed again, and it was that same soft, smooth friction, but she moved away again. This went on for five or six times. Every time we clashed, she deftly deflected my advances with extraordinary agility, which annoyed me. Each time, my thrusts were discontinuous; I'd make a brief contact, but couldn't manage a second. Her buttocks would always sense my advances and immediately shift to a different angle to avoid it. Once, my penis barely touched her skirt—I swear to the lightest touch, without any force—but she immediately moved away again, with lightning speed. She's such a sensitive and alert woman! We remained locked in this stalemate for about ten minutes, during which she kept dodging forward until I had her back against the chair, and she was already standing upright. We were locked in a silent standoff, outwardly remaining calm and acting as if nothing had happened. Then we reached a stop, and the woman on my right got off, replaced by another. I was genuinely grateful to this woman because she was standing quite far in, practically blocking the right side of the uniform skirt in front of her, and she was carrying a large bag, completely obstructing the right side. I gazed at her gratefully for a long time, haha. At this point, I adjusted my emotions. From the previous exchange, I could tell she was merely dodging, without much action or apparent aversion. And I had remained gentle, not showing any force. Since she wouldn't cooperate, I had no choice but to use force. Thinking of this, I changed my strategy. I started deliberately thrusting hard into her buttocks, a relentless, forceful assault, clearly laced with resentment. Sometimes I'd press her back against the chair, bending her over. I wanted to show her my attitude and stance through my body: I'm going to ejaculate on you! So what? Sure enough, after a few of my hard thrusts, she hesitated to pull away. At first, she'd immediately pull away, but now she could hold out for about 10 seconds, though she'd still try to dodge. At this point, I'd sigh behind her and say, "Ugh, really, this isn't necessary. I can't take it..." I said things like that to her alone. After a while, when I pressed against her plump, round buttocks again, I noticed that the hand she was holding onto the back of the chair was rubbing its fingers together. I could see it very clearly. Then, the series of actions this woman took made me enjoy this rare experience. She even let out a loud sigh, a very helpless one, then placed both hands on the back of the chair, her body naturally arching, her waist bending down, and at the same time, she took a small step back with her left leg, shifting all her weight onto it. This made her left buttock noticeably stick out, actively coming to meet my throbbing erection. The whole movement was smooth and concise. I looked down, wow, what a perfect waist and hips, making her skirt bulge. A thought flashed through my mind—had this woman given up resisting and started to cooperate? My lower body immediately pressed against hers, tightly enveloping her beautiful left buttock. Damn, it felt so good! Previously, the thrusts had been sporadic and incomplete, like a matchstick slipping through my fingers. But now, my penis was completely in contact with her buttocks, from her abdomen down to my thighs. The feeling was full, swollen, soft, and incredibly elastic—so comfortable it felt like I was in another world. I looked up at her, as if nothing had happened; my body remained in that position, not flinching at all. My anger instantly turned into immense gratitude towards this woman. A saying came to mind: since you can't resist, you might as well enjoy it. Afraid she might change her mind, I greedily plowed and squeezed her left buttock, savoring the impact of her soft flesh. My penis never left her buttock, growing harder and harder until it was completely inside her flesh. Occasionally, I would gently push in with the rhythmic bumps of the car, clearly feeling my penis sink in, then her buttocks would give me a counterforce, bouncing back out—it felt incredibly good! Damn it! About ten minutes passed like this. I knew many people would get off at the next stop, so I adjusted the force and angle, preparing to ejaculate before we reached the station. Watching her body tremble as I thrust into her, my penis had swelled into a hard, solid shaft. I think she could fully feel my hardness, its thick length, and its overall shape. What was she feeling at that moment? Finally, a minute before the bus arrived at the station, I ejaculated, releasing myself against her plump buttocks. I pressed even tighter and harder against her, making sure she felt the whole thing. After I finished, she remained in that position, her left buttock still firmly raised. She must have been tired from not shifting her weight for so long, so I pressed against her again, gently comforting her until we reached the station. Later, when there were fewer people, we separated, and she straightened up. She even turned her head to look at me, her eyes soft. Even after I got off the bus, she kept looking at me, which made me sigh with emotion. I wanted to give her a smile, but I was sweating profusely and looked rather embarrassed, so I only showed her my cool back view, haha! That's what happened last night. Thinking about it now still brings back fond memories, because it wasn't just physical release, but also emotional satisfaction, a sense of conquest. At first, she was such a sensitive woman, recoiling at the slightest touch, but then she actively offered her hips, suddenly becoming sluggish, not resisting no matter how much I teased her. Wasn't this a blatant hint, telling her: "Come on, baby." I admire this kind of woman; she knows how to enjoy life, she's worldly, or perhaps I prefer to interpret it as her understanding nature, letting me ejaculate, making me feel good. Anyway, thank you for this experience, and I look forward to seeing you again!

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