Try the girl's soft flesh on the bus

Let me tell you about what happened to me

last October. I was working as an auditor at a small company in Futian District, Shenzhen, from 9 to 5. Every day after work, I would take the bus from Shopping Park, through Meilin Pass, back to Longhua.

As anyone in Shenzhen knows, the roads heading towards Longhua are incredibly congested after 5:30 PM, and the buses are packed like sardines.

That day, as usual, I went to the bus stop after work. The platform was already full, and when the bus arrived, it was a sea of people. I finally managed to squeeze onto the front door, where I was in a relatively low position, surrounded by a wall of people with their backs to me. Just as the doors were about to close, two girls rushed over, apologizing as they struggled to get on. The doors slammed shut, and the two girls faced the door, pressed tightly against it.

I was standing behind one of the girls, and I could smell her hair. She was wearing a white t-shirt and tight jeans, her hair tied up—simple and stylish.

Traffic was terrible; the car was practically crawling, stopping and starting, and the passengers were swaying back and forth. As our contact increased, a tent started to rise in my pants. I remembered some old bus novels and suddenly felt a surge of excitement.

I slowly pressed myself against her buttocks, secretly observing her reaction. She was still talking to her colleague about work, completely unaware of what was happening behind her.

The moment my penis touched her buttocks, I jerked back, feeling both excited and scared. Seeing no reaction from her, I pressed against her again, this time holding the position a little longer. This happened several times, and she continued talking calmly. I was puzzled; didn't she feel the heat of my penis through her thin trousers?

Once again, as I placed my penis on her buttocks, the car turned, and I pressed down firmly, landing right on her buttocks. Our lower bodies were pressed tightly together, my penis nestled between her buttocks. The soft touch and the furtive stimulation instantly sent me soaring to the heavens. This was a completely different feeling from sex; it was far more intense, indescribable.

She glanced at me, and my heart leaped into my throat, but she said nothing, turning back to her friend. This approval gave me immense encouragement. I stepped forward slightly, my knees bent, my thighs pressed against hers, my lower body pressed tightly against her buttocks, and my chest against her back. If we were on a bed, it would be a rear-entry position. I could feel the softness of her entire body; our body heat exchanged, warm and sensual. I used the swaying of the car to thrust back and forth or rub against her from side to side, and occasionally she would arch her back in response. Waves of pleasure surged through me, and this immense sense of pleasure and accomplishment completely captivated me. I no longer cared whether others would discover us.

In fact, we were so close that her friend couldn't possibly have missed us, but she tacitly chose silence, not revealing our relationship. I was very curious about what she was thinking. Nothing could be more exciting than this.

In a strange city, in a crowded bus, two strangers, in the shadows of others, pressed their bodies together, savoring each other's presence.

Soon I felt myself on the verge of ejaculation, so I slowly pulled away from her, regaining my composure. I didn't dare ejaculate directly on a girl on the bus, especially since my pants would be easily visible.

The bus soon arrived at its stop, and some people got off from the front door. She stood in the middle of the front row, and I could feel her gaze, but I still didn't dare meet her eyes. I silently wondered what she was thinking—pleasure or disgust?

This was the first time I had harassed a girl on a bus. But it wouldn't be the last. In the days that followed, every time I took the bus, I would carefully choose my targets, follow them onto the bus, and then look for an opportunity. Some encountered women who dodged, some who muttered curses, and some who fawned over me.

The long bus rides were filled with unspeakable psychological processes, experiences beyond morality. I know this behavior is despicable, but in reality, many girls are silently responding to us. I'm curious about what girls are thinking. If any girls are willing to share their experiences, please stay and talk about your feelings.

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