My romantic encounter on the bus

Juan—female, 38 years old (looks like she's only 35), 172cm tall, 62kg, long hair, beautiful and charming, with abundant pubic hair over 10cm long, strong sex drive, kind and gentle heart.

This is the female protagonist of my recent romantic encounter, also from my hometown. Our families live less than 1 kilometer apart, and we've never met in over twenty years in our hometown. Yet, we miraculously met on a long-distance bus to Beijing, and we hit it off immediately. Although I'm 10 years younger than her, and although several years have passed, I still remember it vividly and often reminisce about this romantic encounter, masturbating while thinking about it.

Anyway, I've been working in Beijing for several years now. I started with odd jobs and later did some small business, neither getting rich nor poor. I go home two or three times a year. I have a wife, children, and elderly parents at home. It's not easy for rural people to work outside, taking care of the family and dealing with outside work, so my sex life is very irregular. This is the main reason for my extramarital affair. Juan's husband is a soldier serving in Beijing. I don't know why he can't bring his family along; I didn't ask for details. She farms at home, raising two children and supporting her in-laws. Their life is just so-so. She only goes to Beijing once or twice a year, or her husband visits home once a year. I guess their sex life isn't much better than mine, so it's understandable that she had an affair.

It takes two hours by bus from my hometown to Linyi Railway Station, requiring one transfer. When I got to the ticket hall, I found out that the K52 train to Beijing was sold out—only standing tickets were available! I was furious! Standing tickets! More than ten hours standing all the way to Beijing? I

went to the long-distance bus station; at least I'd get a seat, right? But when I got there, all the buses to Beijing were sleeper buses, and even those were sold out—only extra seats, which were basically just a few stools in the middle of the sleeper berth. Sigh, how many people travel by bus these days! It was on that bus that I met Juan. "Why didn't you take the train?" someone asked me. I replied, "I only took the bus because there were no train tickets left." "Yes, I also came from the train station, but there were no seats left," Juan continued, then asked,

"Where are you from? I think you're from Hou* Village." "Yes, where are you from?" I felt a little embarrassed that she knew right away, thinking how quick she was to tell where I was from. She said, "I'm from Qian* Village." Wow! A genuine fellow villager, less than a kilometer from my home! My interest was piqued. After so many years of long-distance bus travel, this was the first time I'd traveled with someone from such a nearby village. I was a little excited. "Are you also going to Beijing?" I asked Juan. Juan said,

"Yes, are you going to Beijing too?" I said yes, and that's how we became acquainted. Soon, more passengers boarded, including a glamorous, sexy woman. I guessed she might be a prostitute from Linyi. Behind her was a sleazy-looking man carrying a bag; he didn't look like a good person either. They all seemed to have bought sleeper tickets in advance, finding their berths immediately. Juan and I had extra seats, so we had to sit on stools, but at least we saved 100 yuan. The bus departed promptly at 7:00. Even after leaving the city, another group of passengers boarded halfway through the journey. I guess the driver had arranged it beforehand, as station regulations prohibited overcrowding, though it wasn't as strict back then. The driver and station were secretly cooperating to carry more passengers and make more money.

The bus was severely overcrowded; there wasn't even room to put your foot down. The bus sped along, bumping and jolting. The woman with the sleeper berth looked smug at our crammed state, munching on a fig. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt, only the third and fourth buttons fastened, the two plackets knotted to expose her belly button. Her breasts, plump and swollen, looked like two rabbits about to leap out with the bus's swaying—so damn tempting! She wore super-short denim shorts, pulled up so high you could see her white panties through her thighs. I guessed her pubic hair must be thick and dark. I kept glancing over, hoping to catch a glimpse, but nothing. I swallowed hard.

The bus soon entered the highway, the bumps lessened, and the onboard TV played a VCD of "Crazy Stone." Some people were talking, some were eating snacks, some were sleeping soundly, and some were even farting. Anyone who's been on a long-distance bus knows the various smells in the carriage; that's just how life is for the lower classes. To cut to the chase, the train arrived at the Dezhou service area at 10 PM. Everyone got off to eat and use the restroom. There weren't many passengers getting off in Dezhou, but it was still easier than before. However, there were still no empty seats. Juan used her bag as a cushion on a small stool to make herself more comfortable. The two chatted, asking who was getting off in Jinan, hoping to find a sleeper berth to lie down. They had been sitting on small stools for four or five hours since boarding, and their backs were starting to ache. Luckily, Juan was with them, making the journey quite pleasant. They chatted and laughed, and before they knew it, they had arrived in Jinan. The number of passengers getting off was only a fraction, making the carriage much brighter. That slutty woman also got off; I thought maybe she went to a hotel with that guy to have sex. If I were in her shoes, I'd definitely fuck her to pieces—who told her to dress so sexily? Anyway, enough of that. To get to the point, everyone on the train had a sleeper berth, and there were even extras. Juan said she could finally stand up straight. I got into that sexy girl's berth, but Juan went to the largest berth at the very back. It was the biggest berth with the rear window, and it was completely empty. There were enough berths available, so everyone had moved to the middle or front, complaining about the bumpy ride at the back. Juan had the whole berth to herself, enjoying herself immensely. Juan waved to me, "Come here, come here, there's plenty of space over here." I hesitated for a moment, then decided to go. Anyway, I felt she might like me. The lights in the carriage were off; it was past midnight. There were no more stops along the way, until the final destination—Beijing Lianhuachi Station, arriving around 5 a.m. Plenty of time, time to enjoy myself. At first, I was a little

embarrassed. After all, we were from the same hometown, and it was our first time together. What if I made a mistake? It was better to let the woman make the first move. As the saying goes, "It's like climbing a mountain for a man to pursue a woman, but like piercing a thin veil for a woman to pursue a man." Once that veil is broken, everything else will be easier.

Although the weather wasn't very cool in early September, it was still necessary to cover yourself with a thin blanket or quilt when sleeping in the train carriage late at night. Juan pulled a blanket over us, and from that gesture, I could tell that Juan was definitely doing it on purpose. We started chatting again, aiming to get to know each other better and deepen our rapport. She asked me how long I had been in Beijing, what I did there, and so on. She also talked about how filial she was to her in-laws, how good her son and daughter were in school, and other everyday matters. My goodness! When a woman finds a kindred spirit, she's like a floodgate opening, talking non-stop. I listened while giving perfunctory replies, my mind seemingly elsewhere, hehe. In bed, I deliberately touched her leg with my leg, but she didn't move it away. She didn't react and continued talking. I knew she was accepting of me. I put my leg back on top of hers, and stretched out my other leg to trap one of her legs. At this moment, her words suddenly paused, then she continued talking, but seemed less focused. I looked at her face; the headlights of passing cars swept past the window, and I could clearly see how she felt being felt by me. I didn't care anymore. Her words had noticeably decreased, becoming intermittent. I rolled over, half-lying on top of her, my right hand resting directly on her chest. She didn't speak, as if quietly waiting for something. I whispered in her ear, "You're so beautiful." This sentence made the 20-year-old woman... What does it feel like to be praised by a man ten years younger than her? I think that's a bit much. Women, by nature, love to hear nice things. She said, "No, I'm too old." I said, "You must have been a great beauty when you were young." As I spoke, I gently leaned over and kissed her cheek, then slipped my right hand inside her clothes to touch her breasts. She didn't resist, letting me touch them. Her breasts weren't full, but her nipples felt quite firm. My penis started to harden, and I moved closer to her, letting my aroused penis press even closer to her. She stopped talking, enjoying the sensations I was giving her. I slid my hand down to her lower abdomen, just before reaching her triangle area, and touched her pubic hair. Wow, so much! I touched down and found a whole bunch more. She grabbed my hand, not letting me touch her any further. Hmm?

Why wouldn't she let me touch her? She's not a little girl anymore. Is she being reserved? Pretending to be young? No, at this age, it should feel better the more I touch her. How could this be? I was wondering what was going on when she said to me, "Aren't you disgusted?" I reached out my hand, oh, I see, she's on her period! I knew it.

I said, "You have so much hair."

She said, "People say people with a lot of hair are soft-hearted."

I said, "Does having a lot of hair mean you have a high sex drive?"

She said, "I don't know, it's fine if I have it, it's fine if I don't."

I pulled her hand over and made her touch my penis. She gripped my penis, and I asked her, "Okay?" She said, "Okay."

I said, "Want to have sex?"

She said, "Yes."

I said, "Then I'll have sex with you."

She said, "Not now."

I said, "Then when is it okay?"

She said, "Wait two days until I finish my period."

Ugh, my dick was so hard it hurt. We kissed and touched each other, which felt pretty good. We hugged and touched each other and slept for a while. Around 5 o'clock, the bus finally arrived at the Beijing Lianhuachi Bus Station.

We got off the bus, and I stole a glance at her face. Her face was a little red. This was probably her first time having an affair. I said, "Let's go get some breakfast." She said she wasn't very hungry, but she still followed me to a breakfast stall and ordered a basket of steamed buns and two bowls of wontons. She kept her head down while eating, not daring to look me in the eye. I felt she was a little embarrassed. She was so bold on the bus because it was dark, and no one could see each other clearly. She had just left home and was like a bird released from its cage. She couldn't help but be a little carried away. She had met a man she liked, and the darkness provided cover, so she let loose. It was only a little past 6 a.m. after we finished breakfast. I suggested we go to Lotus Pond Park nearby for a while, and she agreed, saying she hadn't been to a park in a long time. I sensed she wanted to spend more time with me. We went into the park, and I became bolder again. I took her hand, but she said not to let anyone see us; she seemed a little reserved in the sunlight. I laughed and said, "Here, who would recognize us?" I put my arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. She didn't pull away, her face flushed with a sweet blush, no longer as shy as when we got off the bus. Behind the artificial hill, I hugged her and kissed her passionately, my hands rummaging inside her pants, squeezing her buttocks. She responded by sticking her tongue into my mouth, as if trying to suck out my saliva. I held her tightly, my waist pressing against hers, my erect penis pressing against her pants, as if I wanted to penetrate her through them. My hips arched and pounded against hers, like I was fucking her. Although it wasn't actual penetration, the feeling was amazing. My desire burned stronger and stronger, and she was also aroused by my teasing. She reached into my crotch, grabbed my hard penis, and stroked it a few times. It felt so good; she felt good, and so did I. Suddenly, she pulled her hand away. I was shocked. Turning around, I saw an elderly woman doing her morning exercise walking towards us from a short distance away. We quickly straightened our clothes and walked away hand in hand. The whole morning was spent in complete freedom, just the two of us. Looking back now, that time was truly wonderful.

We parted around noon. She went back to her husband's place, and I went back to my place. I gave her my phone number, but she didn't have one, only her husband's. I told her, "Never mind, just call me." Two days later, I received her call. She said she wanted to go to the Muxiyuan wholesale market and asked if I had time to take her. She said she'd never been before and wouldn't know how to get there. I knew she was just making an excuse to ask me out. I said, "Okay, come to Liuliqiao and I'll pick you up at the station." I waited for a while on my bicycle, and Juan arrived. We smiled knowingly at each other; it felt like ages since we'd last seen each other, even though it had only been two days. Juan said she wanted to take me to Muxiyuan. I said, "Let's go to my place first. I'll leave my bicycle there and then I'll take you to Muxiyuan." Juan got on my bicycle and we went to my place. I put the bike... We locked the door and went inside. I grabbed Juan and kissed her shamelessly, my hand immediately slipping inside her pants. Her period really hadn't stopped, otherwise she wouldn't have come. I pulled down her pants and underwear. Damn, her pubic hair was amazing—long and thick, covering her entire vulva. I greedily touched and licked it, my fingers pounding. The smell was so pungent. Her pubic hair was wet from my licking, but I loved the smell. I licked the pubic hair around her vulva, revealing her tender, pink vulva. Juan's vulva wasn't big, but it was very vibrant, almost like a young girl's vulva—very tender. I started to have doubts… "Can my dick even fit into such a small cunt?" Maybe it's because she rarely has sex, I don't know. Anyway, I like cunts like this. I stuck my tongue into her cunt, thrusting it in and out, licking the clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Juan had a slightly painful expression on her face, a feeling that evoked pity and pain, making me want to fuck her even more. My dick head was as hard as a red-hot iron rod. I had been holding back for several days, and finally, I was going to fuck her. I held the base of my dick and rubbed the head against the entrance of her cunt a couple of times. As soon as the head went in a little, I felt a sensation and couldn't help but thrust it all the way in at once. "Damn, it feels so fucking good!" Juan closed her eyes and couldn't help but let out a soft "hum." I think she must have been waiting for several days, otherwise she wouldn't have come to me right after her period ended. Sometimes women think about this even more than men. I fucked her comfortably, one, two, ten, twenty times, it really felt better and better, the more I fucked, the more I wanted to fuck. I kissed Juan's mouth and asked her, "Zhi ma (local dialect, is it comfortable)?" She didn't answer. I knew she still had some hometown sentiment and was embarrassed to express herself. I said, "I'm going to fuck you twice today, you know, your cunt is so good, I really want to fuck you." The more I talked, the more my lust rose. I fuck, I fuck, I fuck, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, ah! ah! I ejaculated all the semen I'd saved up over the past few days into Juan's vagina. My penis throbbed and struggled inside her, releasing the last drop of semen. I kissed Juan, my penis still inside her, and said, "What if you get pregnant?" "If you get pregnant, I'll give you a baby." I loved it so much. Juan was exactly the kind of woman I loved. Sigh! It's such a shame that fate only arranged for us to meet now. If it had happened ten years earlier, or if we had both been single and met then, we would have been such a wonderful couple. Sigh! It's no use talking about that now. We were both hugging each other, neither of us wearing pants. I whispered in her ear, "I'm going to fuck you again later." Juan replied, "Go ahead and fuck me if you want." A dozen minutes later, I thrust my penis into Juan's vagina again. This time, I fucked her slowly, enjoying the moment as I fucked. I held Juan's buttocks, watching my bright red penis go in and out of her vagina, both stimulating and exhilarating. Juan wrapped her arms around my waist, enjoying the feeling of being fucked. Juan's vagina wrapped around my penis rhythmically, as if trying to suck it deeper into her vagina. I moved, and she moved too; our coordination was so perfect. Soon, we were both sweating. Fuck is definitely a skill. We kissed again, I hugged her back, and she wrapped her arms around my waist as I fucked her relentlessly. It was so beautiful and wonderful. At that moment, time stopped, everything else ceased to exist, and the world consisted only of Juan and me. When sex reaches a certain level, perhaps nothing else exists. Fifty minutes of sex left us thoroughly satisfied and ecstatic.

After I pulled up my pants and put on my clothes, Juan said something that made me laugh. She said, "If my man knew, he'd kill me." I said, "Are you stupid? How would anyone know if you didn't tell me?"

Later, we went on a few more dates. Then I moved and changed my phone number (I didn't have a cell phone at the time; the number belonged to my landlord). Later, later, there was no later. Only memories remain.

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