Buses, cinemas and others

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(I)
Now, I drive to and from work every day, and television has robbed me of the joy of going to the movies. However, I still often think back to
the fun of taking the bus, going to the movies, and riding the hard-seat train many years ago, and some warm memories from those days still come flooding back
.
Back then, I loved watching movies. But if I didn't watch a movie three or four times, or even more
, I probably wouldn't remember the content of those movies. The first movie that gave me a wonderful feeling in the movie theater was
an American movie called "Futureworld," which caused a sensation when it was released. In
the early winter of that year, I was in middle school, and without a school-wide screening, it was impossible to get a ticket,
so I went to the movie theater entrance to wait for a refund. Luckily, I got a ticket for the 10 pm show.
The movie started off captivating, but the banter between the two reporters (though quite casual) made me
blush and become rather distracted. Just then, I felt a warm, soft touch on the side of my knee. Glancing
sideways, I saw it was a girl next to me, who looked a bit older than me, around 20 years old. She was
quite tall and attractive; it was her knee touching mine.
I'd had unintentional contact with women before, but this time it gave me a strange
feeling—I couldn't quite describe it. Was it warmth? Gentleness? An electric current? Excitement? This feeling gave me a
thought: linger, let it last a little longer, deepen a little more…
My heart was pounding. I wanted to pull my legs away from her knees, but a strong desire stopped me. The tension made
my legs tremble slightly, but I had to try my best to control the trembling. I closed my eyes, forgetting
the scenes on the screen that had captivated me, and simply savored this first contact with the opposite sex.
Then, I felt her knees press even closer to mine, seemingly with a little more pressure. This encouraged
me, so I also slightly increased my pressure towards her. I felt our pressure increase simultaneously.
Was she trying to make me move away? Or did she want us to be closer? Although I feared the former, I longed for
the latter…
So, I mustered my courage and, while pressing my knees tightly against hers, moved them up and down slightly. This sensation
was even more pleasurable and stimulating than the previous static contact. I was afraid she would leave me, but when I brought my knees back to a resting position
, she mimicked my movement…
I understood; she didn't want to leave me, but rather felt the same pleasure and needed our contact.
We began taking turns repeating the movements, with increasing intensity. Unconsciously,
the areas of contact between our knees expanded, even the outer sides of our calves were now precisely joined together.
This feeling was even more pleasurable, even more intoxicating. I couldn't help but adjust my seat, getting
closer to her. Soon, she adjusted her posture too, moving closer to me. At that moment, I felt
the outer edges of our thighs touch, a warm and comfortable sensation enveloping me. We
rubbed and writhed our thighs together… sharing this first, heart-pounding feeling.
Stealing a glance at her, I noticed she had closed her eyes, and I could feel her rapid, heavy breathing…
I wanted to touch her with my hands, but ultimately lacked the courage. I mischievously took off my shoes and
placed my feet on top of hers. She paused only briefly before offering her feet to my caresses. I don't know where
I got the courage, but I simply lifted my leg and placed it on her knee. But soon she used her own
leg to push me away and instead placed her leg on my knee...
It was funny how we were so young and clumsy back then. For a moment, we seemed to have forgotten to quietly enjoy that intoxicating feeling
. We started leg-wrestling, taking turns placing our legs on each other's knees, forgetting where we were...
Suddenly, the movie ended, and the lights came on... We quickly pulled our limbs back. All I
could see was the blush on her face... I followed the flow of people leaving the theater, walking behind her, but I didn't dare to stick close to
her; there was someone between us.
As she left, she turned back, her eyes large and bright, yet holding a hint of longing and melancholy (this is
the feeling I get after recalling her gaze for many years).
The chaos at the door made me lose sight of her… I returned home dejectedly, and in bed, I fantasized: she
smiled at me, I bravely walked up to her, took her hand, and we went to her bedroom together, and then… the next morning,
I washed my underwear.
Later, I always thought about that movie theater, often coming here, hoping to see her again. So, waiting for
a refunded movie ticket became an important hobby of mine. I didn't tell my friends, always
hesitating here alone… waiting.
After that, I never saw her again, but I received warmth from others here many times. Countless times
I've planned the next scenario and encouraged myself.
Spring has arrived, and despite the unappealing movie, I've come here again. Lost in thought, a gentle
voice quietly rings out beside me: "Want a ticket?"
I snap out of my reverie. A slender, pretty girl stands next to me, probably around my age,
sixteen or seventeen, dressed as ordinary and simple as most people. Without giving
her a good look, I quickly nod: "Here's the money..." She says, "Let's talk inside." I hurriedly follow her into
the theater.
Having experienced this before, I sit very close to her, and naturally, we almost touch. I
took out my money to pay her, but she said, "Forget it, it's a receipt from my workplace." However, I didn't recognize any of her acquaintances
, so I could only thank her sincerely…
As the lights dimmed, I very slowly and carefully moved my legs towards her.
I thought there would be a long distance to travel, but unexpectedly, I quickly felt her warmth. Could it be that she was also moving towards me? Our legs
quickly and firmly pressed together. I experienced the long-awaited feeling I had dreamed of. I was about
to touch her with my hands, just as Julien had done, bolstering my resolve. But ultimately, I didn't have
Julien's courage, so I had to resort to some tentative tactics.
I placed my hand on her knee near the point of contact, and my little finger tentatively moved towards her.
Movement. I wondered if she felt a new stimulation on her knee or the outside of her thigh. Would she avoid me? If so,
I would immediately pretend to leave unintentionally and quietly watch my movie.
My little finger was clearly touching her leg. Her pants were thin, and her body heat was radiating. My senses
told me how soft the muscles in her leg were… It seemed unintentional; my little finger was moving, very carefully, very slowly
.
Glancing sideways, I noticed she seemed expressionless, as if she was focused on the movie… This left me bewildered.
Was she so focused on the movie that she didn't feel the movement? For a long time, I couldn't tell. However, I intensified
my attack, moving my leg and little finger up and down, stimulating her knees and thighs, while gradually pressing my
calves against hers…
Oh, she finally moved, increasing the pressure on me. After several rounds of varying pressure, I
finally confirmed her need for contact. So, mustering my courage, I placed my hand on her knee. To
my surprise, her knee was thin and firm, yet it still gave me a warm and comfortable feeling.
Almost simultaneously, her hand grabbed the back of my hand, seemingly trying to drive me away. But that hesitation encouraged
me… Her drive wasn't a true expression of her feelings, just a contradiction… So, I grabbed
her tightly, caressing her, feeling… The strength in her hand changed, and she began to caress the back of my hand as well. Soon, her
palms were sweating profusely… Actually, the weather wasn't very warm.
After a while, I noticed that her upper body was also pressed tightly against my shoulder, and slightly back
, as if she wanted to fall off me from my side. I didn't immediately understand her, and only moved my body slightly for her. Her
right shoulder was now a little behind my left shoulder, and something soft touched my shoulder… Oh, it was her soft
, full breasts, pressed tightly against my shoulder.
My hand, seemingly without any restraint, quietly moved up to the middle of her thigh, and I
even tried my best to explore backward with my little finger, trying to reach more hidden areas. Perhaps it was innate? My
hand kept rubbing her thigh, focusing on stimulating the inner thigh... I could hear her breathing
becoming heavy and rapid, because at this moment, because her body was to my side and behind, her face was particularly close to my ear.
Finally, my little finger touched the area between her legs, and I felt her tremble slightly, the area between her legs seeming
to shrink back in fear. But I continued to move forward firmly until it was firmly inside that
place, and began to knead with my little finger.
Her hand, which had been covering the back of my hand, had slid weakly down to where our thighs met. So,
while tightening the movement of my little finger, I used my other hand to place her hand between my hard legs. Her
hand seemed numb, soft and powerless, lying there, afraid to make any move. I joined my fingers
in the work of my little finger, rubbing and kneading that soft spot until she bravely
grasped my hardness.
I finally mustered all my courage, leaning back and using the movement of my shoulder to
position her body to my side and front. My left hand quietly circled around her back, groping for her waist, while my other hand reached for her
breast, finally grasping her small, firm, and soft mound. Her head rested against my face, and I kissed her
earlobe…like a fish, touching and gently pecking at the rim of her ear.
I had a premonition that the movie might be ending soon…and I was afraid this feeling would leave me forever. I tried
to say something in her ear, but my throat was dry, and I could barely speak. After a long time, I managed to say, "
Shall we go out and have some coffee together?" She sighed deeply, shaking her head as if in resignation…and then, as if trying to snuggle into my arms
, she leaned even closer to me.
As the movie's ending theme began to play, she seemed to be startled awake, quickly leaving my body,
tidying her hair and the clothes I had crumpled with her fingers... Without thinking, she stood up and left
me in another direction... I wanted to follow her, but was blocked by the audience who had all stood up, and watched helplessly as she walked out of the theater
...
(II)
As more people have experienced more, sex is no longer a mystery. Over the years, women who have had physical intimacy
have had many unforgettable memories in terms of emotions, but the details of their sexual organs or the sounds and smiles during sex have
gradually faded. However, some past experiences of timid and mysterious sexual encounters with complete strangers, only in theaters or on buses,
often linger in people's memories.
Actually, I still occasionally go to the movies in recent years, but opportunities are rare. Because
I rarely have the chance to watch a movie, and the theaters are always sparsely populated. Strangers of the opposite sex are easily embarrassed to sit
together. However, it's a truth that people of the opposite sex are always attracted to each other.
Last year, out of boredom, I went to see an American film, the title of which, as usual, I can't remember. The theater wasn't crowded,
and although I saw a few single women, I didn't dare approach them rashly, so
I randomly found a seat in the dark back.
Later, I noticed a solitary, slender figure seemingly walking towards me, but I sensed from her that she wasn't coming
from my row of seats, but from behind me. Unable to resist, I glanced back. In the dim light, I saw a young
woman, her appearance and clothing suggesting good taste. Our eyes met briefly, and I
offered a smile and a barely perceptible nod. Even in the darkness, I felt a tiny spark…
At that moment, it was unimaginable that we would have the chance to sit together, but thankfully, she
sat down behind me. I tried to turn around, but couldn't. "She must sense
my interest," I thought.
I could feel her hand on the back of the chair in front of her, next to my shoulder
; I could even feel the trembling of her fingers and their warmth. So, I turned back to "admire" her again
, because my smile conveyed appreciation. My turn was sudden, but her
gaze had clearly been fixed on my shoulder...
Seeing my gaze, she lowered her head shyly. Her fingers were still in the same spot. I used the opportunity of turning back...
Yes, I adjusted my posture, and my shoulder touched those slender, soft fingers. The hand seemed
to move slightly, perhaps just tremble, as if trying to move away, but ultimately remained still.
I used the muscles of my shoulder to touch her, to feel her. I also used the movement of my shoulder muscles to convey some kind of message
, hoping for her response. But that hand remained so still, letting my body send
signals that stirred waves within her, like a sleeping infant.
My efforts finally elicited a slight response; it was just a slight tremor of those slender fingers, yet I
felt it was like a passionate moan or a strong contraction. Her movements encouraged me, and
the contact between my shoulders and fingers began to lighten, rub, and swirl… but all were extremely subtle,
almost imperceptible even to those right beside us. Yet, the feeling was exquisite. I would gladly trade a night of passionate madness and
exhaustion for this moment to last a little longer, to feel it more real…
I started turning back frequently, each time seeing a hint of pleasure in her expression as she seemed engrossed in the movie
. Finally, I tried to tilt my head back as far as possible, hoping for her reaction. With my insistence, she finally
leaned her upper body towards me.
“Can I go to the back?”
“No need, just watch it here,” she said calmly and naturally. She was clearly much younger than me, yet her tone
was like my older sister's. So, this game of feeling had to continue…
As the movie neared its end, I walked ahead to the aisle, right at the corner of her row. She saw me, but
didn't immediately get up; she sat there fixing her hair and clothes… That half minute felt like half a year
.
Finally, she stood up. I met her at the corner, casually touching her hand and
taking hers—the soft hand I'd felt on my shoulder for over an hour. She tried to pull her hand away, but my insistence told
her: "No!" So, neither of us spoke as we walked from the movie theater into the dimly lit path.
I placed her left hand in my right, and naturally put my right arm around her shoulder. Her body was visibly
trembling, even tense and stiff. In a dark, shadowy place, we stopped. I
very slowly pulled her to my chest, my lips first touching her forehead, then her eyes, her cheeks, and finally her lips
… Our bodies were pressed tightly together. I hugged her tightly, sucking her saliva, so sweet
, that I forgot the passage of time…
Suddenly, she pushed me away: “I should go back, my family is waiting…”
I knew, of course, who her family was, but that didn’t matter.
"Can I see you again?"
"I don't know, maybe..."
"Can I have your phone number?"
"It's better not to, we might see each other again, I'm scared... Forget about these things, okay?"
I considered myself a gentleman, so as promised, I didn't try to follow her. I didn't want her to
feel uneasy, because she seemed so gentle, kind, and docile. I hailed a taxi, gave the driver
10 yuan, and calmly said to her, "Goodbye, get some rest..."
Everything happened in the dim light, and I can no longer clearly remember her face, only that our kiss was perhaps
the sweetest, most intoxicating, and most unforgettable kiss I've ever experienced.
Now I'm paying attention to those beautiful young women in their late twenties. If I met her, would we
recognize each other? Probably not. But if we kissed, I'm sure I'd be able to tell it was
her.

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