Encountering a woman with sexual desires on a bus

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Let me tell you about a woman I encountered on a bus.

Once in Chengdu, I was on a crowded bus. It was packed, and I just put up with it.

At the next stop, many more people got on, making it even more crowded. A few girls squeezed next to me, standing quite close, but I didn't think much of it.

Later, as the bus started moving, I realized something was wrong. My elbow was pressed against a girl's chest, and with the swaying of the bus, it was rubbing against her soft, comfortable breasts.

I glanced at her and saw that she was fairly attractive, not stunning, but rather pretty, average-looking. She was probably around 20 years old and was engrossed in chatting with the girl next to her.

She seemed to notice something was amiss and looked in my direction. Startled, I quickly turned my head to look out the window, but my arm remained still, still rubbing against her chest. Because the bus was crowded, this position was normal, and she couldn't possibly call me a pervert.

I thought she might notice and move her chest away, but to my surprise, she just glanced at me and turned her head away without moving her body. I could still use the swaying of the train to rub against her chest.

What surprised me was that for three consecutive stops, we tried to make physical contact with each other in this ambiguous environment. I thought I might have encountered a lustful woman, so I turned to look at her specifically and found that her face was red, but she didn't seem to react much otherwise.

Later, I boldly adjusted my position, moving my elbow slightly so that I was rubbing her chest from the side to the front. As expected, I could clearly feel her nipples pushing against her soft bra.

With the swaying of the train, I began to slowly tease her nipples. I noticed that her face turned even redder, but she still didn't try to pull away.

Gradually, I got tired of it and changed my position again. I boldly turned around, letting my hand hang naturally near her buttocks, and gently rubbed her buttocks with the back of my hand as the train swayed.

Sure enough, she still didn't move, letting me grope her as I pleased.

The bus was crowded, so I didn't dare to move too much. I slowly turned my palm over and ran my fingertips along her buttocks. The elasticity was amazing; how wonderful it would feel if she weren't wearing clothes.

This process lasted for about 5-6 stops, and she just sat there, letting me grope her. I was very curious about her feelings, so I glanced at her again—this was my third time looking at her. What

I saw shocked me: she looked like she was enjoying herself, like someone in an adult film who had just experienced the afterglow of an orgasm. Suddenly, I realized I was practically giving her a massage. How infuriating! I thought I was getting a good deal, but it turned out I was the one being taken advantage of.

Finally, her stop came. She looked up at me a second time, and this time I didn't look away. I stared at her. She blushed, lowered her head, and stepped aside to get off the bus.

As she passed me, I grabbed her buttocks hard. She was startled and paused, but didn't turn around, getting off the bus with her female companion.

To be honest, this time I'm a bit discouraged. It's like a dark and stormy night when you kidnap a beautiful woman to
rape her , but instead of cries for mercy, you hear, "Harder!"

After reading everyone's replies, I'm really motivated to post this. Actually, I've also encountered a gay man and a lesbian—two experiences in total. If this gets over 300 likes, I'll write about them.

Regarding the authenticity: Some friends doubt the authenticity, but there's really no need to lie here. Whether you treat it as a fantasy novel or a piece of reportage doesn't matter; the important thing is whether you feel pleasure. Your happiness is my happiness.

Regarding why I didn't exchange contact information:

She had a female companion, so it wasn't convenient.

Actually, this is a special person I met in a special place at a special event. Maybe she was particularly sensitive these past few days because her period just ended and needed an ambiguous environment to release her pent-up emotions. I've actually seen women reach orgasm during their period sensitivity on a swaying bus. But actually, it's just a physiological need; once that period is over, the feeling disappears.

Isn't it better to leave a beautiful memory? If we were to actually intrude into each other's lives, it might not be so beautiful.

[The End]

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