Bus sex pickpocket

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I usually take the 288 bus home from work, but lately I've noticed it's getting less and less crowded; it's
practically empty. When the bus finally arrived, it was indeed deserted, even the aisle was empty. I walked to the back door, intending to
get off at the next stop and take the supposedly top-of-the-line 01 bus. I got off at Huaihai Middle Road, walked to Shimen First Road, and waited
a while before the 01 bus arrived.
Sometimes being too crowded isn't good either; I couldn't even squeeze on! Ugh, I took the opportunity to grope my bottom a few times in front of the door
. Luckily, another bus came right after me. I finally squeezed on. The girls who came on with me weren't any good
. I started checking from the front door to the back. The girls weren't very attractive. When I got close to the back door
, I stopped behind a girl in black leggings. The front of the car was crowded, but the back wasn't too congested. I adjusted my
position and gently bumped into her when the car bounced. She immediately turned around and gave me an angry look. Well, 　　things didn't go well
from the start. Taking advantage of someone walking around, I turned around, and there was a girl in front of me chatting with her companion. I couldn't see her face, but I guessed she was under 160cm. At that moment, I was really desperate, so I raised my gun and thrust it in. Hey, 　　damn it, there was no reaction. My penis started to swell. As I thrust, I made my penis bounce. My penis 　　slowly bounced up, so I used my habitual action, half-squatting, and slowly thrusting upwards. However, she was wearing 　　jeans, and even though my penis was only separated by a layer of outer pants, it still didn't feel good enough. 　　To my right was a young woman in a long cotton coat. I placed my hand on the corner of my laptop bag and rubbed the back of my hand against half of her buttocks, 　　while simultaneously teasing her breasts. The woman didn't react. My hand began to move towards her buttocks, downwards, and then 　　upwards with my knuckles. Since she wasn't very tall, I estimated I could only reach the area near her anus. This process 　　seemed to last only a short while, but it actually took quite some time. During this time, she glanced at me a couple of times out of the corner of her eye. 　　After teasing for a while, she turned and looked at me, a little angry, then looked at her buttocks. My hand had already withdrawn 　　, but she definitely knew I was harassing her. 　　Sigh, this was pointless. The teasing wasn't satisfying, the touching wasn't satisfying either, and after scanning my surroundings, I didn't find any other targets, so I decided to get off 　　the bus. 　　After getting off, I walked to the other side and took the No. 01 bus. There weren't many buses, so both directions were quite crowded. 　　I waited almost ten minutes before a bus finally arrived. After getting on, I continued walking towards the back, as there were no good targets ahead. Near the back door 　　, there were two girls standing there, one in jeans and the other in a skirt. The one in jeans looked better, 　　taller than the one in the skirt, but I felt uncomfortable bumping into her earlier, so I decided to try with the one in the skirt. 　　I stood to her left and slightly behind, my right hand on my bag. As soon as I stood still, she glanced at me sideways, probably because she was frequently harassed 　　. Judging from her positioning, she was wary of me, and I had a bad feeling. Never mind, I'll try anyway. 　　I lightly brushed my hand against her, almost unintentionally. Sure enough, she was very alert; she immediately 　　glanced at me and shifted her position. 　　I thought to myself: Damn it, it must be something my former colleague did to annoy her. 　　She didn't want to, and I couldn't force her, so she gave up. I was still standing behind her, but at a distance. 　　She kept glancing at me, probably surprised that I gave up so quickly, or maybe she felt embarrassed that I wasn't bothering her anymore 　　. Anyway, I ignored her. 　　The next stop arrived, people got on, and I moved back a bit to the door. Next to the pole was a stylish young 　　woman, curvaceous, but unfortunately, she was also wearing a long cotton coat. She was standing in a T-shape with me. My right hand and bag were right 　　behind her buttocks, and behind her was a man. My hand was right between them. I rubbed against her buttocks a few times; she dodged slightly, 　　but it wasn't a big problem, so I kept rubbing. However, the person behind me could see that my movements were small, seemingly unintentional. 　　Later, I noticed she was carrying something in her left hand, which was not far in front of my penis. I moved forward a little, and taking advantage 　　of the swaying of the bus, I used my swollen penis to press against her hand. However, because the position wasn't ideal, I didn't press it in 　　properly, but she could probably feel the hardness and heat. She didn't flinch. We arrived at another stop, and people started getting off. 　　The driver was calling out, and she only suddenly realized she wanted to get off after a while, probably because I had distracted her. 　　After everyone got off, a group of people got on through the back door. There was a man behind a young woman at the door. I told him I 　　was getting off at the next stop and asked the man to move to the back. Instead, I ended up standing behind the young woman, and it was crowded, so I 　　just pushed against her. The man didn't seem to be in the same line of work, but I guessed he was pretty annoyed too. I 　　thought to myself, "Sorry, buddy." 　　The bus started moving, and I started thrusting again, still wearing my long cotton coat—damn, I have so 　　many coats today. But it still felt elastic enough. I was still using my penis to bounce and tease her buttocks, but this time it was pressed tightly 　　, and my penis couldn't bounce back. But this kind of pressing and thrusting had a unique charm. She didn't resist; 　　actually, even if she didn't want to, she couldn't move at all, squeezed like that. We continued thrusting until the next stop. I really didn't want to get off, 　　but I had already said I was getting off, and it wouldn't be right not to, so I reluctantly got off the bus. 　　Still not satisfied, I went to the other side to wait for bus number 01, and waited for about 　　ten more minutes. Damn, there aren't many buses. The bus finally arrived, and it wasn't so crowded anymore, since it was already a little past 7. I was at the front entrance, and no one 　　was moving in, so I couldn't move either. Right there on the steps, in front of me was a young woman in a long white down jacket. I 　　could only feel the peak of her buttocks with my hand on her buttocks; the cleft wasn't even clearly visible. Boring. At the next stop, I could finally move in. 　　I walked between two women, rubbed against her left, and she reacted; I rubbed against her right, and she reacted again. Damn, this bus 　　must have too many passengers; they've all been trained to be so sensitive. 　　After a few stops, I got off and started waiting for my bus home. The bus arrived, and it was empty, as I expected. 　　There were many seats available, so I quickly scanned the options and sat down next to a young woman. She was sitting by the window, and I 　　was by the aisle. Behind her, another woman also sat by the window and looked quite attractive. After I sat down, I glanced back at her, and 　　she looked in my direction too. I initially considered moving to sit next to her, but then I thought better of it. 　　The seats on this bus were rather small; once I sat down, my shoulders were almost touching. The woman next to me was listening to music, 　　her eyes half-closed, but I sensed she was also paying attention to me. She had a bag on her lap, with a large pocket on top of it. 　　It seemed inappropriate to touch her thigh, so I decided to test the waters first. I propped the bag up diagonally, holding it with both hands, and slightly lowered my buttocks...

I moved closer to her, rubbing my elbow against her chest, reaching the soft outer side of her breast closest to me. She
didn't react. I increased the pressure, but she still let me do as I pleased.
I felt confident and decided to take it a step further. With her arms still crossed, I slipped my right hand under my left armpit,
first touching her arm with my fingers. No reaction. I then reached further, gradually managing to grasp her arm,
gently squeezing it. Seeing she was still pretending to be asleep, I squeezed for a while, then reached towards her breasts. My arms aren't
very long; I stretched them almost to their limit, my outstretched fingers barely touching the outer side of her breasts. Taking advantage of the car's
swaying, I rubbed them. It seemed she acquiesced, since there was no one in the aisle and no one else could see.
Her clothes weren't made of cotton, so they weren't very comfortable to rub against, and they didn't feel solid either; it was
like a dragonfly skimming the water. I wanted to hold Mimi, so I moved my body closer to her and stretched my fingers as far as possible, but they
weren't long enough to hold her. I had to give up. The distance was quite long, and I rubbed and pinched her arm for a while
. She was quite cooperative and didn't resist at all. A few times when I put my hand on her arm, she reached up
to adjust her headphones, pulling my hand up with hers, but I didn't pull it back.
Not being able to hold Mimi, I wasn't giving up. I thought: would my hand be long enough to reach her from the front
?
I immediately tried. I pulled my right hand out from under my left armpit and placed it on my left arm, then moved it towards her breasts . This time
, I stretched it out a little further than before. I took advantage of the car's bumps to grab it, but I could only grasp half of her breast
, not the whole thing; it was quite bouncy. However, she reacted a little at this point, glancing at me. I
sensed she was a bit reluctant. It was too obvious; touching her breast directly from the front
would be immediately visible if someone were in the aisle. I didn't force it, though, and at least grabbed it once.
Later, I still put my right hand under her armpit and grabbed her arm, but I didn't rub her breasts anymore; that felt too
forced. I occasionally turned my head to look at her; she had fair skin, was quite pretty, and had a strong personality. She seemed
so cooperative, I wanted to leave her a QQ note, but unfortunately I didn't have one with me. So I typed my QQ number into my phone and
showed it to her. She seemed to glance at it, but didn't take out her phone to write it down. Oh well, if she didn't write it down, that was fine.
Later, I answered a phone call, got off the train at my stop, and went home.

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