I'm so sorry, big sister!

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To be honest, I don't know if I should write this down here, because it feels really disgusting. But since it's a true story, I'll share it with you all, just for fun...

Last night, I took a long-distance sleeper bus from my hometown of LQ to Jijiazui in Wuhan, because train tickets are really hard to get. There were no tickets left, but I asked the driver if I could take someone on a ride. He said yes. I thought as long as I had a place to sit, a few hours would pass quickly. I'd deal with it when I got to Wuhan, since I had things to do. I didn't think much of it and just got on the bus. But when I finally got there, I realized that I wasn't the only passenger! There were three more people than the bus's capacity, meaning it was overloaded by more than 100%! Watching so many people crammed on, I thought—I'm not sitting in a sleeper berth, I'm on a four-wheeled train!

Anyway...

but that's where the story begins. The upper berths of the sleeper bus were occupied by people the driver knew or some regular passengers. The rest of us were assigned lower berths, and I sat in a spot relatively close to the middle of the train—which I personally considered the safest place. There were three rows of upper and lower berths, and I sat in the middle lower berth, next to a man. To his left was a woman with a little girl; I later learned she was the man's wife and daughter. The woman had been sleeping since I boarded. Because the air conditioning was on, she wasn't really covered by a blanket, and she had luggage and other belongings inside her, basically just the little girl on her lap. It was already night when the train departed, and the lights weren't on. Everyone was getting sleepy from the swaying and rocking. But I wasn't. I saw the woman's legs exposed across from me, and even though she was clothed, something inexplicably tempted me! I decided to secretly touch her feet. Perhaps it's because I have a foot fetish.

In the darkness, using my laptop bag as cover, I slowly placed my sinful right hand on the mature woman's leg, slowly and gently moving it down, inching closer to her foot. Unfortunately, she wasn't wearing stockings, but rather a pair of white cotton socks. However, in that environment, it was still quite nice. At least her feet felt nice to the touch—soft and warm. There was also a little girl's foot lying nearby. I wasn't particularly interested in that. I "concentrated" on stroking those rather pleasant little feet. At first, it was slow, just gentle contact, but then I gradually increased the pressure. However, it was still limited to light stroking, because there were still many people on the bus, and her husband was lying next to me; we chatted quite a bit. About an hour passed like that, then the little girl stirred, and they all woke up. They got up to eat oranges. Judging from their expressions, the woman didn't know I had touched her feet, or rather, she hadn't mentioned it. After finishing the oranges, the little girl wanted to sleep with her father, so the man asked me to sit at his wife's feet. I was initially reluctant because the woman had already covered herself with the blanket. It seemed I wouldn't have a chance to enjoy her warm little feet again. However, after the bus had been moving for a while, I was pleasantly surprised to find that her blanket wasn't covering her very tightly. The swaying of the car gave my hand, under the cover of darkness, another opportunity to reach for those warm little feet. This time, I gently tried to move upwards along her trouser leg, but the leg was too tight, so I only managed to see that she was wearing wool pants, and probably thermal underwear underneath. I initially thought I'd just touch her and be done with it; it was getting late, I'd just take a nap. But an inexplicable desire once again controlled my right hand, and I actually moved up her trouser leg, until I reached her inner thigh! Even through her clothes, the heat of her body was clearly transmitted from my hand to my senses, making me incredibly excited!

Just like when I first touched her feet, I gently tickled between her thighs through her clothes, not daring to make any big movements, yet wanting her to feel it—a contradictory feeling! And so, drawn by the heat deep within her thighs, my hand lingered. She moved slightly, but I quickly adjusted my position in the darkness so that it was impossible to detect anything. Even after she stopped moving, I couldn't resist wandering over to that warm patch of skin.

Actually, that alone wouldn't have been a problem, but what happened next was completely unexpected. I don't know where the courage came from, but my hands gradually increased their pressure, kneading, pinching, and stroking between her thighs under the covers with every possible technique. As I increased the pressure, I truly felt that she was awake! Her breathing was no longer so even, though it wouldn't arouse suspicion. But it was enough for me to determine that she was awake! She could feel every movement I made, and because she didn't resist, I pressed my hand even harder against her perineum, making circular motions with my wrist. I think if it were flirting with a woman, that kind of movement would be enough to make her wet. But in that situation, I really didn't know what was wrong with her; I only knew that she was tightly gripping my hand, but she couldn't stop me. The thrill of teasing her was surprisingly blatant! So arrogantly, my hand left her crotch and went straight for her zipper! Under the thin blanket, I used three fingers to complete the three steps: search, tighten, and move downwards, unzipping her pants completely without my noticing! The game of war is about conquering different cities. When I unzipped her pants, I didn't linger on the joy of success but instead pressed my fist even harder between her thighs! I wanted her to clearly realize that she was being harassed, but unable to resist! Then I continued my path of victory—slipping my hand inside her pants, slowly pulling down her wool pants, then her thermal underwear, until I saw her warm, slightly burning, smooth, soft belly! The feeling was indescribable! Then came my most insane action, the one I regretted most: as I pulled down her bra, I touched her pubic area, and then I boldly unbuttoned her pants!!! So impulsive! It was this action that made her unable to remain reserved, unable to "endure," unable to "enjoy" it any longer! She resolutely grabbed my hand! I subtly and forcefully flung it aside, and then got up and pulled the blanket up again. Luckily, it was dark in the car, and the streetlights didn't shine on me, otherwise my face would have been scalded! Fortunately, she didn't seem very angry, and perhaps it was her lack of anger that made me reach my hand in again—my purpose was simply to touch her hand! To be honest, I don't even know where that thought came from. Predictably, she flung my hand away again. But I wasn't giving up! I thought, I just wanted to hold your hand, nothing more. When she flung it away the third time, I was disheartened—I'd been rejected! Heh.

Heh, the prank should end here. To be honest, I was exhausted. Since she didn't want it, I shouldn't push too far. Heh, it seems I couldn't have gone any further. I adjusted my posture, hugged my laptop, and fell asleep. When I woke up, we were almost in Wuhan. People started getting off the bus one after another. She was still seemingly asleep. As if possessed, I reached under the covers again and took her foot in my hand, not missing a single toe. Her soft soles captivated me! My grip was firm, of course; she could definitely feel it, but she didn't move. Let me touch her…

As we approached Jijiazui, I squeezed those little feet that had led me astray tightly, as a farewell. Then I gathered my things, waited for the bus to stop, and quickly got off, disappearing into the night. I can hardly imagine how she felt. I'm so sorry I didn't let her rest well on the long bus ride—especially during the New Year.

I'm so sorry, sister!

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