The fragrance of a bus beauty

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"Passengers, Guanyinqiao Station is approaching. Those who wish to disembark, please prepare to get off in advance."

The station name was announced slowly over the loudspeaker, and a commotion arose on the train. People eager to get home pushed and shoved forward,
creating a path in the barely enough space for even a pin to pass, so as not to be
stuck in the crowd of people boarding and unable to get home. At that moment, I was glad I had foresight.

China is a populous country, and the large number of people makes the land area very small. Therefore, a competitive mentality has developed in many
places , especially on commuting transportation. Thus,
years of experience have taught me that during these times, it's best to get on the train as close to the door as possible to avoid an awkward situation when
getting off .

Peeking out the window, I saw many hopeful heads gathered on the platform. They
stretched their long necks like ducks, watching the train approaching, some excited, some disappointed, and some with their
eyebrows furrowed in thought, pondering how to get on the train smoothly.

She stood there, seemingly detached from the bustling crowd, watching the approaching bus.
A glint of anticipation shone from behind her round glasses beneath her bangs, and she involuntarily took a few steps forward.

The bus stopped, and passengers getting on and off tensed, like soldiers about to enter battle,
nervously watching the doors. As soon as the doors opened, it was like hearing a bugle call to charge; everyone rushed forward in unison.

Screams and curses filled the air. She was practically swept onto the bus by the flow of people. When
she stood not far from me, still shaken, I carefully observed this
woman in a white sweater and dark jeans. She probably rarely took this kind of bus after work, as her face showed a hint of panic
as she tried to find a safe space in the crowded throng to avoid being trapped and unable to breathe
.

The bus started moving quickly, and people stopped searching and
settled . She happened to come to sit next to me, leaning against me. Perhaps due to a busy day,
coupled with the sweltering heat and stuffy space that made people drowsy, the carriage was unusually quiet. Apart from the occasional
complaint unknown coughs, most people seemed tired and silent.

She leaned against me, and a faint, sweet fragrance, like that of winter plum blossoms, gently wafted from her, making
me feel refreshed all over. She probably would look better without her glasses. Although her appearance wasn't particularly outstanding,
she possessed a unique charm that stirred a strange flutter in

my heart, a desire to hold her in my arms. As I was lost in these anxious thoughts, the bus suddenly made a sharp turn, and everyone on board
seemed to be thrown into a centrifugal motion. Staggering, she suddenly fell into my arms,
instinctively clutching my shirt tightly.

What was happening? Had heaven heard my prayers? I was stunned, staring at the scene
before me . Perhaps sensing my strange gaze, she blushed and nudged my chest, preparing
to straighten up. Just then, the car screeched to a halt, and everyone lurched
forward To steady myself, I instinctively grabbed the handrail by the door, only to find myself embracing
a warm, full mound of soft flesh. When I came to my senses, her sweet breath was on my face,
the heat sending shivers down my spine.

We were both stunned; the sudden closeness had caught me completely off guard. The crowd had returned to normal, and the car
started moving again. Although I didn't understand what had happened, the driver's cursing
suggested that the braking was caused by another car suddenly cutting in front of us.

Through her clothes, I could feel her rapidly beating heart. Her face flushed even more, her body
trembled , and her eyes held a mixture of panic and shyness. In that instant, I was captivated, so nervous that I dared not
even breathe, lest I offend her by acting too hastily.

The surrounding crowd quieted down, and I stared blankly at the person in my arms, wondering how to dispel the
awkward atmosphere.

Suddenly, the unsettling atmosphere vanished. I guessed that perhaps my dazed appearance and the objective reality
around us made her think it was just a minor accident, ignoring the fact that we were embracing tightly.
Instead, she smiled apologetically for rushing towards me first, casually smoothed her slightly disheveled hair
, took off her glasses, gently wiped them, and then put them back on her delicate nose. In that instant, my
heart pounded. Without her glasses, she possessed such a breathtakingly beautiful face.

To avoid a repeat of the earlier incident, she secretly grabbed the hem of my shirt in the crowd. Perhaps
out of shyness, she avoided my gaze, lowering her head. My heart pounded again.

The bus stopped briefly, a few people got off, and more surged on, squeezing us even
closer than before, almost suffocating us. Her soft, full breasts pressed against me like two fleshy cushions,
rubbing against my chest muscles with the bus's movement, intensely stimulating my nerves
. The sweat from the crowd gave her an aphrodisiac scent, and her rapid,
hot breaths from nervousness caused my lower body to rise rapidly, pressing against her private parts.
At that moment, our bodies trembled as if electrocuted, and our heartbeats quickened.

She was somewhat flustered, shifting uncomfortably, trying to escape this awkward situation. However, I
was powerless to stop it. Instead, her full breasts rubbed against my chest more quickly, making me feel
indescribably comfortable all over. My lower body, even more unrestrained, rubbed and
thrust excited yet incredibly nervous, worried that if she cried out, I would be in
deep trouble.

The car suddenly stopped; the bridge ahead was under construction, so traffic had to proceed slowly. This was a common
occurrence, and in the past, I would inevitably complain along with others when it happened. However, today, I was filled with joy,
hoping for the slow passage.

She trembled as she leaned against me, lifting her head to look at me, her eyes filled with anger,
blame, pleading, and fear. Clearly, she had never experienced anything like this before. Panic filled her with fear, while shyness
robbed her of any resistance, leaving her to silently endure this rude behavior, yet her face tried to appear...
She remained calm, lest anyone notice her embarrassment.

Faced with such a complex gaze, I became even more excited, tightly embracing this intoxicatingly soft flesh, breathing in her sweet,
fragrant, and fiery breath, my movements gradually becoming more vigorous.

The previously quiet crowd stirred slightly and quickly spread, an
outpouring of dissatisfaction with the long wait; people complained and pushed, and I, taking advantage of this sudden turn of events, became even more
brazen relentlessly rubbing against her voluptuous body through the constraints of her clothing, wishing I could melt
into that cotton-like body.

She blushed as she endured my insolence, letting me roam over her body through her clothes without daring to utter a sound.
Tears welled in her eyes, and she looked at me with almost pleading eyes, which made me feel a
sense of guilt and shame, but my body was uncontrollably controlled by primal desire, relentlessly continuing to search for the source of pleasure on her
body .

She was almost in despair; a few tears silently slid down her face. I suppressed the strong urge to kiss her,
only giving her a fleeting kiss on her soft hair. Then, like a thief, I looked up nervously, glancing around
to make sure no one else noticed.

She trembled, then suddenly fell silent. To my surprise, her face
changed from anger and unease to shyness, and her hands unconsciously gripped my clothes tighter, even kneading them in her hands.

Was it just my imagination? I sensed a subtle change within her; perhaps the inability to avoid it led her
to begin to enjoy this turbulent feeling. After all, everyone harbors a beast of desire within them;
the difference is that men focus on physical pleasure, while women enjoy spiritual pleasure.

After a long wait, the car started moving again, and the previously complaining crowd immediately fell silent
. After crossing the bridge, the destination was not far away.

The atmosphere in the carriage became somewhat cheerful. The restless feeling vanished with the anticipation of going home.
We hugged each other tightly, savoring the last moments before getting off the bus. The fragrance of her hair, her sweet and hot breath,
and the elegant scent of winter plum blossoms, along with that intoxicating warmth and softness—all of this would disappear with
the arrival . I secretly hoped that we would never stop.

The bus slowly slowed down and finally stopped at the platform. With the surging crowd, we
would become strangers again. No, we were strangers to begin with. From boarding to disembarking, in just over two hours,
apart from physical contact, we hadn't exchanged a single word. All we did was add
a little excitement to our mundane lives.

She had vanished without a trace, leaving only the faint scent of winter plum blossoms, an unforgettable image deep in my heart. As
time flies by, this image will eventually be shattered into countless fragments of memory, buried
deep in the dust, becoming a jumbled picture in my recollections.

Perhaps one day, many years from now, I'll be alone in a warm and comfortable room, pouring myself a glass of wine;
then , I'll shake off the dust of memories, searching among countless fragments for this one, and raise
a toast to this carefree embrace—wouldn't that be a pleasant thing?

[The End]

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