Sex on a long-distance bus

Every Tuesday, I travel to the provincial capital on a business trip. I always take the express bus, traveling between Shanghai and Nanjing. The Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway currently has an extremely high passenger volume, ranking among the highest in the country.

Recently, there has been a prolonged period of high temperatures and no rain. To escape the heat, I deliberately set off a day earlier, in the evening. The weather was overcast and relatively cool, which I considered lucky. When I arrived at the station, it started to drizzle, quickly turning into a downpour.

The bus was almost full, and I had barely settled in when it started moving. It stopped again after only a few steps. A woman hurriedly boarded, presumably the one who had just called for the bus to stop. She was slender, with long, flowing hair, her head bowed, making it impossible to discern her features. She wore a black dress, carried an umbrella, and was completely soaked.

The bus then started moving again and left the station. The woman walked over, looking for her seat, when suddenly she stumbled and fell towards me… I instinctively reached out to help her, but it was too late. The handle of her umbrella landed squarely between my legs. I tried to help her again, my left hand grasping her round, smooth arm, and for a moment I panicked, my hand slipping; she leaned forward again, her free hand bracing itself on my thigh, finally regaining her balance.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Her face flushed, she straightened up, apologizing repeatedly.

Seeing the obvious embarrassment on her delicate face, I smiled and politely bowed, saying, “It’s alright, it’s alright. Why don’t you sit here? There’s no one next to me.” I pointed to the empty seat beside me.

“Thank you.” She sat down.

I helped her put her luggage on the rack, and also put the umbrella that had touched me on it. By this time, the rain outside was pouring down, and the car was already on the highway. She didn’t say much, just quietly leaned back in her seat, her eyes slightly closed. Only then did I have a chance to observe her closely.

Her face was oval-shaped, with two graceful curves drawn at the corners of her delicate mouth, framing a full yet firm face that was quite pleasing to the eye. Her long, black hair, slightly disheveled from the rain, only added to her allure.

Her black dress, probably made of cotton, looked thin and soft, clinging to her voluptuous body, highlighting her curves—high and low—utterly seductive. Beneath the hem, two pale, bare thighs were exposed, without stockings, revealing a breathtaking whiteness and tenderness! I secretly longed to take a bite.

Such a mature and sexy beauty was undeniably alluring to a hot-blooded young man like myself, who had never had a girlfriend.

She seemed to notice my furtive glances; her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she turned to me with a charming smile. "Could we switch seats?" she offered, seemingly a little embarrassed. "I want to see the rain outside."

At that moment, I was sitting by the window. Since the beauty had asked, how could I refuse?! Besides, I was already captivated by her smile and words, and absentmindedly replied, "Sure, sure."

She stood up and went to the aisle. I sat down in her empty seat. As she turned to move aside, the bus slowed down, and she lost her balance, her entire body falling into my arms…

This was truly a match made in heaven! Heaven wanted me to hold this beauty in my arms, so what was I waiting for?! In this situation, I could take advantage of the opportunity to "take advantage" a little; surely she wouldn't think I was a pervert. In that split second, my mind raced, and I opened my arms, embracing her tightly.

She let out a soft moan and tried to struggle to her feet. I tightened my grip slightly, wrapping my arms around her slender waist. My genitals brushed against her full buttocks, and a surge of heat rose in my lower abdomen, causing it to involuntarily swell. In that instant, I focused all my senses on the soft flesh of her waist and round buttocks.

It was only for a moment; she immediately stood up and sat down beside me. "You..." she said, her almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed, "You seem a little naughty!" But her face was full of smiles as she turned her attention to the rain outside the window.

My little action had been exposed, and I couldn't help but laugh awkwardly, feeling somewhat at a loss.

It was already quite dark, with only a few scattered lights in the distance. Raindrops pattered against the car window. Through the glass, I could see the entire earth being drenched by a dense downpour, a vast and boundless expanse where heaven and earth merged into one.

She, like me, seemed captivated by this magnificent scene, gazing intently into the distance.

"The waters of heaven pour forth, all things grieve and yearn for madness!" I murmured softly.

She seemed not to hear me, but after a moment, she turned back and asked, "Who wrote this? I don't think I've read it."

"I wrote it before."

"Really?" Her almond-shaped eyes lit up. "I didn't know you were so literary!" She gave me a charming smile.

"Didn't you see I'm wearing this?" My mood lightened, and I pointed to the glasses perched on my nose.

"Hehe... You can't judge a book by its cover. What does wearing glasses mean? Besides, people say... I won't say anymore."

"Hmm? You dare not say! Hehe..." I chuckled wickedly.

"What? What do you want? To molest me?"

"You guessed it!" I pretended to stand up, waving my hands in front of her. "Wow... are you scared?"

She burst out laughing, her chest heaving. "You dare?" she said, puffing out her chest.

Staring at her protruding chest, those two breasts that stretched her clothes so bulging, my hands froze in mid-air, momentarily stunned. She reached out and squeezed my hand, snapping me out of my daze. I quickly grabbed her hand and held it tightly. She didn't pull away, nor did she seem to mind; she even appeared to be suppressing a laugh as she turned to look out the window. I gently massaged her hand; she didn't speak, and neither did I, and a long time passed like this.

"Aren't you tired? My hand is getting sore!"

"Tired? Then lean on me." I said, pointing to my shoulder. My deliberately casual tone elicited another giggle from her.

"Okay. But I'll fall asleep! You can't take advantage of me and try anything funny!" With that, she actually leaned against me!

I was overjoyed, and my left hand naturally rested on her waist. So, her entire upper body nestled against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. After a while, she fell silent, seemingly truly asleep.

Because it was a long journey, most of the passengers were drowsy. Looking at the still-falling rain outside the window, and then at the beautiful stranger lying in my arms, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire.

She had leaned closer, her bare thighs crossed, her buttocks naturally raised slightly, accentuated by her tight black dress. A shallow cleft ran between her rounded buttocks, arousing endless fantasies.

My hand, which had been resting on her waist, couldn't resist and quietly slid down to her buttocks. Even through her dress, I could clearly feel the softness of her flesh. I gently kneaded her, careful not to wake her. She didn't move, completely unaware. I boldly slipped my hand under her skirt and touched her panties!

I lifted one side of her panties, pushing it into her buttock cleft, and then placed my palm on her raised buttock. Such soft, smooth skin! My heart pounded, and I couldn't help but knead her buttocks more vigorously. After rubbing for a while, I felt it wasn't quite enough, so I started sliding my fingers along her buttocks.

My fingers slipped through the edge of her tightly bound panties, finally touching the most tender part of her body! Absolutely! This was indeed the most tender spot! My fingers teased her labia, feeling the heat and magic emanating from her most delicate and secret skin.

Soon, my fingers were soaking wet. I thought to myself, she couldn't possibly be unaware of my actions at this moment; her lack of objection meant she tacitly approved, perhaps even secretly pleased! Thinking this, I didn't hesitate any longer, carefully inserting a finger into her peach blossom opening…

Suddenly, she raised her hand and slapped away my restless hand, whispering in my ear, “Let me tell you what I didn't say earlier, ‘Nine out of ten people with glasses are perverts!’ That's right, you are one!”

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