Multiple experiences on the bus

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

Another day has passed, and this is the second time in three days that I've been harassed on the bus. I really don't understand
why I didn't resist? I even felt comfortable with it. Am I really that lecherous? I shouldn't be! I need to
properly recall what happened.
It was 7 a.m., the same familiar 782 bus, and the same crowded bus as before. I could barely move
. Oh my god! It happened again! I'm sure it was the same person as last time. This time he didn't even try to probe; he just
put his hand on my thigh. I really regret wearing a skirt today. It seems like I can't escape this disaster.
His hands started moving upwards, grabbing my underwear. It was quickly pulled down. I
looked around anxiously, but didn't dare turn around. My heart was filled with resistance, but I dared not show it.
He started touching my buttocks, and slowly reached between my legs. I tried my best to squeeze my legs together, not
wanting him to get close to my private parts.
Up to this point, my inner resistance had been constant; nothing abnormal had happened.
Seeing that I was starting to move, he moved his hands forward and suddenly pulled hard on my pubic hair.
"Ahhhhhh!" I instinctively cried out. But I still tried my best to suppress my moans.
I immediately looked around, as if no one could hear me. But due to the pain, my tightly closed legs parted, and
it was at that moment that his hand quickly invaded. His fingers began to hover around my entrance.
Yes, it was from that moment that my reaction changed. The original disgust disappeared,
replaced by excitement. I no longer resisted; in fact, I could say I liked it. His fingers
were already inside my vagina, stimulating me with each in-and-out motion. I closed my eyes and began to enjoy this
feeling. My vaginal fluids slowly began to flow. His speed increased, and I became more and more excited. Oh my god! I was
about to climax. But just then, he stopped. I opened my eyes; I was almost at my stop.
The train stopped, and I jumped off quickly, without even putting on my underwear. Luckily, no one could see!
I rushed to school and only put my underwear on in the restroom.
And just like that, I was harassed again.
I'll stop writing in my diary here for now. Looking back, it all started with his hand invading my private parts
. Am I really that sensitive? Unconsciously, my hand was on my genitals. I took off my underwear
and sat in front of the mirror, my private parts clearly displayed before my eyes. With one hand, I slowly parted 　　my labia
minora, and with the other hand, I inserted my fingers. 　　"Ah
... 　　I've been harassed almost every day lately, and I seem to have gotten used to it. The initial resistance 　　I felt has gradually disappeared. In fact, I'm starting to like it more and more. 　　I realized I was having this feeling because this morning, the hand that's been with me almost every day suddenly disappeared 　　. I don't know why. I initially thought I'd be relieved to have finally escaped his clutches, but the 　　opposite happened. On the bus, I kept waiting for him to appear. I even involuntarily became wet down there. Honestly 　　, I was surprised myself. 　　A strong desire is tormenting me. And so, in a daze, I arrived at the station. Lately, 　　the first thing I do after putting down my schoolbag is go to the toilet to put on the underwear that person took off. But today, having my underwear properly on 　　felt so strange. Without realizing it, I went to the toilet anyway, my lower body still a little damp. 　　I still had this urge to be harassed. 　　Oh, and I should add something here. Ever since I first experienced the pleasure of masturbation, I've really enjoyed it more and more 　　. Every night before bed, I imagine myself masturbating while being harassed in the car during the day. Although I rarely reach 　　orgasm (it's just superficial touching), it still excites me. 　　Now, because I don't feel that harassment in the morning, I feel really uncomfortable. My hand slowly moves towards my underwear...

I really want to masturbate, but I'm at school. What if someone sees me
? I'm so conflicted!
But gradually, the intense desire took over. My underwear was pulled down to my knees.
Just like at home, I imagined myself in the car, and my hands reached for my vagina. Because
the doors to each stall are low, I can't stand, and there's nowhere to sit, so I have to squat.
To be honest, it's really difficult! But I can no longer control my impulse.
My fingers went inside my vagina again. Of course, it was still just superficial friction. But it already
felt incredibly good. The friction became faster and faster, and the pleasure intensified; I wanted to moan loudly
. But this was a school, and there might be other girls using the restroom nearby; I absolutely couldn't be discovered. I
constantly restrained my emotions.
Gradually, I calmed down considerably, partly because of my surroundings, and partly because my legs were already
numb. I couldn't continue squatting there. Although a slight discomfort remained, reason
finally triumphed over lust. I wiped away the vaginal fluid with a tissue, tidied my pubic hair, put on my underwear, and
returned to the classroom.
(III)
Sunday, showers, 30 degrees Celsius. I finally got through those annoying few days of the month. Because of my period, although
it was still very hot outside, I didn't dare to wear a skirt. For this reason, I haven't felt
the sensation of being touched on the bus for more than a week, and because of my period, I can no longer masturbate as I used to. To be honest
, I feel a little disappointed. However, I have also used this past week to slowly learn how to
stimulate myself with my breasts. Although the feeling was still so-so, I knew very well that
stimulating my nipples was enough to excite me. If I could add friction to my genitals, I thought I should be able to bring
myself to orgasm. So this morning, after my period ended, I hurriedly tried it out.
I chose the bathroom at home as the location for this experiment. After my parents left for work, I went to the bathroom, slowly took off my outer clothes, revealing only my lace bra and 　　the tiny panties
that barely covered my opening . 　　Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I looked at myself. My bra was semi-transparent, 　　perfectly supporting my breasts, the nipples standing proudly erect. I thought my breasts were 　　quite nice 　　. I gently kneaded my breasts with my hands, and soon I felt something. I quickly took off 　　my bra and slightly damp underwear and lay down in the pink bathtub. 　　I turned on the tap and reveled in the blissful feeling of the water enveloping my beautiful body. One hand played 　　with her nipples, while the other eagerly reached down to her crotch, stretching her legs 　　out of the bathtub in a V-shape to facilitate masturbation. 　　She slowly moved her hand towards her genitals, teasingly rubbing her clitoris. With this stimulation, she quickly 　　became aroused; her nipples were already very erect, and she no longer cared about playing with them. Both hands 　　began their assault on her genitals. She inserted one finger into her vagina, just enough to touch it 　　. After a slow, gentle rubbing, as vaginal fluid began to flow out, she squeezed in another finger. With 　　the swelling and friction inside my vagina, my breathing became noticeably deeper. 　　Ahhhhhh, I began to moan involuntarily. My fingers continued to move in and out, rubbing against each other. The speed 　　gradually increased; I hoped for, even craved, an orgasm. It had been over a week since I'd felt this way, and my inner 　　desires had completely exploded. The speed of my fingers increased, and my unconscious moans grew louder and louder. It 　　was truly beyond my imagination. Usually, I would masturbate at night in my room, hiding from my parents, trying not to 　　make too much noise. But today, I was moaning so passionately, constantly releasing my lust.

With the twisting of my body and the movement of my fingers, I finally reached my climax. The long wait was finally over
. After showering, I put on my clothes and went back to my room.
Tomorrow I have to go to school again, and I've decided to wear a skirt. I need that person's harassment. To be precise,
for me now, it's not harassment anymore, but rather my enjoyment. More importantly, I want to know
who that person is and what they look like. I have the urge to touch them.
It's been so hot lately, but that's perfect for wearing a skirt to school. In the morning, I can slowly
enjoy my bus ride.
To be honest, I'm increasingly enjoying this short but exciting experience. Every morning I can feel comfortable
and relaxed. However, although I really want to know who that person is, I still don't have the courage to look back
. But this doesn't stop me from feeling excited; perhaps the mystery makes me even more thrilled.
Now I masturbate in the bathroom every day after lunch, and I've discovered a great spot. Our
school has a 15-story building. The 7th floor is the library, the floors below the 7th are laboratories, and the
floors above the 7th are offices. These offices don't belong to our school; they're used by outsiders and are considered
one of the school's sources of income.
There are usually very few people there, especially at lunchtime when everyone goes out to eat, so you hardly see anyone.
Each floor has a small restroom with only two stalls. For me, that was a perfect place to excel, and
I went there for several days in a row. At first, I was a little worried that someone might suddenly come in, but after several
days without seeing anyone, I became bolder, and my moans started to increase. I felt myself getting more and more
into the zone. However, everything has two sides, and today something unexpected happened.
After lunch today, I went to the 12th-floor restroom as I had done the past few days. (I usually go to
a different floor each day.) The elevator only goes up to the 7th floor, and I didn't encounter a single person on my way up. When I reached the 12th
floor, it was very quiet, with no sign of anyone. Having learned from my experiences a few days ago, I became increasingly bold
. I went into the bathroom, found the innermost door, and hid inside.
Today, perhaps because I climbed so many stairs, I felt a bit hot. I decided to masturbate naked. Soon
, I was completely naked, down to my underwear and bra. I hung these things on the door
and began to masturbate.
First, I slowly stroked my breasts with my fingers, then gradually moved to my nipples, my whole body gradually relaxing.
Perhaps because I was completely naked today, I found myself becoming excited very quickly. The mere caressing of my breasts was
no longer enough. My lower body was already wet. Without hesitation, I inserted a finger into my already wet
vagina.
It felt so good! I felt a heat rising within me; I needed a second finger. At the same time, I
uncontrollably let out a moan: "Ahhhhhh!" I couldn't believe how
loud I was. But at that moment, I didn't care about anything else; as long as I enjoyed myself, nothing else mattered.
"Who's in there? Come out!!!" A sudden shout jolted me from my excitement.
It was a woman's voice. Was she talking to me? What should I do?
"Hey, what are you doing hiding in the bathroom?" Before I could even hesitate, she was already outside
the door. My clothes were hanging on the door; she must have seen them. What should I do? I had no choice.
I steeled myself and went outside, completely naked.
When I stepped outside, oh my god! It was my English teacher. She looked like she had just graduated from university,
maybe 24 or 25 years old, very beautiful. When she first came to class, she attracted the attention of many boys.
"Teacher, I...!"
"What are you doing? Hiding here all alone." Before I could even speak, the teacher had already started questioning
me.
"I didn't do anything."
"What didn't you do? Then why aren't you wearing anything? Don't hide it from me, I know exactly what you're doing.
Honestly, how many times has this happened?"
"The first time, this is the first time, please don't tell anyone, teacher." I had no choice but to lie.
I'll just keep it a secret for now.
"The first time? To tell you the truth, I've been observing you here for several days. This week, you've been
coming here every day at noon to masturbate. Today was even worse; you actually took all your clothes off."
How could this be? Hearing the teacher's words, I immediately felt cold. What should I do? My mind went completely blank.
Just as I was desperately trying to figure out what to do, my teacher suddenly hugged me and kissed
me passionately. It happened so suddenly, I was completely unprepared, and her tongue was already deep in my mouth. My first kiss
...and it happened with a woman. I had never felt anything like this before. During the passionate kiss, her fingers had already
...inserted into my vagina, and my already wet vagina was quickly breached by this stimulation.
At this point, I was completely powerless to resist, and my mind seemed to be starting to wander. The teacher's kiss
...and then ended, but she took my left breast into her mouth. It was the first time my breast had been taken in like this.
The teacher licked my nipple with her tongue. I was immersed in an unprecedented excitement.
"Teacher, it's so itchy down there," I said, surprised even myself.
The teacher began to insert two fingers into my vagina, slowly going deeper.
"It hurts!!!! Teacher, it hurts so much!!!!" After all, I was still a virgin, and my body couldn't take
it anymore.
"You're still a virgin?" the teacher asked, her eyes filled with doubt.
"Yes, teacher."
"Then why are you so sexually aroused?"
"I... I
..." "Never mind, don't explain. But you're so cute! Did it feel good just now?"
"It felt so good! Much better than masturbation."
"I'm glad you liked it. Can I make you feel good again next time?"
"Okay, okay, I really liked it!"
"To be honest, I usually masturbate in this toilet too, but I didn't expect you to beat me to it for several days in a row
. I've been observing you for a few days and I think you're very interesting, so I'm taking this opportunity to let you have some fun. By the way
, are you gay?"
"No! Are you...?"
"To be precise, I'm bisexual, but you're really cute. Let me take my time and pamper you.
Are you willing?"
"I...!"
"You don't need to answer right away. Go back and think about it for a few days, and give me your answer next week. Class is about to start, so please put
on your clothes and go."
Just like that, I hurriedly left the restroom, my mind still filled with the question I had just been given. What should I choose
?

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/221167.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=221167&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : The middle-aged man and the young man on the bus

Next Page : Weird men on the bus

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Multiple experiences on the bus

comment Open a new window to view comments