Sexy young woman on the bus

That summer evening was quite hot. I finally managed to catch a bus, but because it had a long delay before
departure, it was incredibly crowded. By the time I got on, I could only stand by the door. People kept pushing their way on. I
stood back-to-back with a young man, and in front of us were two women around thirty years old. People were still surging on, and the bus was like
a sardine canopy. The two women in front of me, with their backs to me, made me feel uneasy. My legs were pressed tightly against each of them
, and for someone in their early twenties like me, I felt a mix of nervousness, unease, and excitement. One of the women
tried to grab the handrail and move to the left, and the crowd immediately pushed the other woman right next to me,
less than a centimeter apart.
The bus started moving, and it was already dark. This woman was rather plump, with short hair, wearing a slightly sheer pink
top with a low neckline, and a light blue sheer skirt. She wasn't wearing
stockings which was a common practice in this city. Her skin was very fair, and her top was very form-fitting, revealing her curves completely. I
stole a glance; her breasts were full and large. Because of the tight top, the outline of her breasts was very
clear, and I could even distinguish her nipples. I couldn't help but stare at her neck and the exposed part of her back. Her fair skin,
even the fine hairs were clearly visible, and her faint fragrance made me a little dizzy. Standing behind her, the bra straps at her shoulders
were right up to my eyes, and following the straps forward, her cleavage was so clear. Admiring her at such close range, I
felt my breathing quicken.
Her buttocks were plump, and perhaps because her skirt was thin and transparent, the outline of her underwear was very clear. Because of the crowd, her already
short top was pulled up a little higher, revealing part of her slender waist. As she swayed, I saw that her underwear
was pink. In the swaying car, it was impossible not to touch her. Every time I bumped into her, she didn't
flinch , and my uneasy heart calmed down a little. As the crowd jolted again, I pressed my right knee against her
thigh, and she still didn't flinch. When the train braked, I deliberately leaned forward, causing her to lean back,
pressing us tightly together. I had worried she would move away, but she leaned back even
more than I expected, and once we were together, she showed no sign of moving away. My anxiety completely subsided.
In that crowded train, at night, no one could see anything below the waist. Her buttocks
were pressed tightly against my groin, and my penis was already erect, pressing completely against her buttocks. The feeling
was heavenly, like drinking a vintage wine from heaven, and I wished I would never wake up. She was a head shorter than me, and my penis
was only touching the upper part of her buttocks. So, I extended one leg forward and touched both of her feet. She seemed
to understand my intention, and her legs parted slightly, allowing me to easily place one foot
between . Wearing only shorts, my right knee was pressed tightly against her right thigh, skin to skin.
Her thigh was very hot, and when I touched it, she trembled all over. I was extremely excited and trembled slightly, feeling
her trembling slightly as well.
After leaning against her like this for a while, her top was already a little damp with sweat, the outline of her breasts was more defined, and
the bra straps were clearly visible through her clothes at the back. Her face was flushed. I bent my left leg
, allowing my penis to slide down her buttocks. When my penis touched the cleft of her buttocks, she shuddered suddenly,
feeling her body go even softer, her right leg almost entirely supported by me. Her skirt was the elastic type, and I pulled it
down a little more, revealing most of her shorts. It was so crowded that I stopped holding onto the handrails and placed both hands directly on her
buttocks. She flinched, but I just slowly stroked them. She seemed relieved. I
moved from her left buttock to her right, then slid down along the cleft. Suddenly, I spread my hands and pressed them against
the junction . She froze. I had intended to slide down the cleft to between her legs, but finding it too crowded
, I had to withdraw my hands and continue moving upwards. She sighed in relief and glanced back at me. Only then
did I truly see her face. She was very sexy, with bright red lipstick, and a blush that obscured her light makeup. With another sudden stop,
I took the opportunity to move closer and lick her back.
Her buttocks were warm and soft, and it felt good to touch them. My hand wandered to her waist, touching her skin.
I deliberately pulled her shirt up a little higher, pressing it tightly against her skin, and tried to slip it along the edge of her underwear. Then I slipped
a finger inside the edge of her underwear. Perhaps because of the crowded bus, she didn't react. So, while the bus was swaying, I
suddenly slipped my hand inside her underwear, the back of my hand touching her buttocks. She flinched and shook her upper body, a
sign of disapproval. I didn't dare go too far and quickly pulled my hand out. She glanced back at me, her expression a mixture of resentment and
dissatisfaction.
I pulled my hand out, but my penis was still pressed against her buttocks. She seemed to like this the most; her buttocks
swayed against my penis with the bus. When the bus braked, I moved forward, and she moved backward, pressing tightly against me. With
so many people on the bus, I didn't dare to take my penis out, so it was difficult to reach her labia. I could touch her buttocks and
her thighs, but I just couldn't feel her labia. As the car moved, my right leg forced her right knee to bend, my right
shin passing between her legs. Then, my right knee gradually rose, her thigh becoming increasingly tender as I went up. Suddenly,
my thigh met her vulva; a bone pressed against it in front, softness behind. My heart skipped a beat—I had touched
the longed-for mons pubis and labia. She shuddered violently, then almost collapsed onto me, her entire vulva
pressed tightly against my right leg. Waves of heat washed over my thigh; her panties seemed soaked. My leg
rubbed back and forth, the pubic bone clearly visible in front, the labia soft and wet in the middle, and her buttocks and
cleft .
The wetness made my blood boil. My right leg rubbed back and forth, the feeling of her labia being squeezed was very
obvious. Her panties were soaked, dripping onto my leg, and the woman trembled incessantly. Her legs were spread
wide, seemingly trying her best to open her vulva to touch my leg, and even as the car braked, she continued to rub tightly against
my leg. She gripped the handrail tightly with one hand, head down, panting heavily, her buttocks sticking out towards me as much as possible
. I pulled her skirt up a little, but she didn't notice. I glanced at the other people in the carriage; because it was crowded, no one
would notice us. Several other pretty women were also squeezed together with some fellow passengers, perhaps
engaged in even more passionate activities.
I took the woman's hand in mine, squeezing it; it was covered in sweat. I let my hands roam freely over her back, touching and
pinching the outside of her thighs. Her thighs were still rubbing against her labia. A bold idea formed in my mind...
The car swayed, forcing a little space around me. I slowly pulled up her skirt, lowered my right leg, and
moved it away from her genitals. The woman turned her head, mouth agape, and looked at me with confusion. I placed my left hand flat
on her right leg, palm up, and suddenly pressed it against her genitals. She jolted, her body stiffening. A wet
sensation immediately spread from my hand throughout her body.
She was still a little stiff, but she didn't pull away. Encouraged, I squeezed my hand inside her panties. Instantly, my
hand was completely wet. She seemed to understand my intention, her body sinking down, her labia pressing tightly against my
hand . Her labia were large; I almost used my entire hand to pry them open. My thumb touched her vagina;
the vaginal opening was wide open, and vaginal fluid flowed onto my hand. I put my right arm around her waist, and two fingers of my left hand
traced the folds between her labia to her clitoris. I pressed on her clitoris, and the woman's body trembled violently. With each press,
she shuddered, and her entire genitals twitched.
I was incredibly excited. I grabbed her panties and pulled them down to below her thighs, allowing my
hand to easily slip inside. My left hand roughly pinched her labia, my hand soaked with her juices. Her clitoral
hood was long; I pinched it between my fingers, deliberately stretching it out, then pressed it firmly between her labia,
rubbing it vigorously. The woman's head was lowered, her body almost completely limp against my left hand. I could feel her vagina
wide , with copious amounts of juices flowing out. A bold idea struck me. I used my right hand to pull up the right side of her shorts,
pulled out my engorged penis, and positioned it against her vulva. With my left hand, I guided it to the entrance of her vagina.
The woman, perhaps too excited, seemed unaware of my actions. I pressed my hand against it and slowly inserted a little,
then suddenly stopped. I grabbed her waist with my right hand and pulled her
back . The woman let out a muffled groan, her body trembled, and she stiffened.
The train was almost at the station, and I couldn't care less about anything else. I thrust hard, and the woman gripped
the handrail tightly with both hands, her lower body swaying with my thrusts. I ejaculated all my semen deep into her vagina. I pulled out
my penis , helped the woman pull up her shorts, and noticed that her top was soaked. After a few minutes, the woman
pulled up her skirt and top with one hand, then turned halfway around to look at me. Perhaps intentionally, one of her hands was on
her thigh , just touching my penis. Because she was turned around, it was even more cramped, so I had to let my penis touch her
hand completely. I noticed that her palm was open, which was just right for holding my penis. The woman smiled at me, and
taking advantage of the swaying of the train, I hugged the woman and kissed her. Unexpectedly, the woman turned around completely. Without hesitation,
I hugged the woman tightly and kissed her in the darkness.
The bus finally arrived, and the woman turned and got off. I wanted to follow her and ask her something, but I noticed a
man with a child waiting for her outside. They walked forward, and I followed a few meters behind. I saw the woman walk unsteadily.
At a corner, she glanced back at me, and I didn't follow her any further.
This was an experience I had a few years ago, and now I hardly ever take the bus. I live in Beijing,
where people lead very stressful lives. The pressure of competition forces them to devote most of
their energy to work and study, leaving little opportunity to relax and release pent-up desires. Those who take the bus are
mostly impoverished people struggling to make ends meet, many of whom are highly educated. Over the years, I've noticed
that women on buses crave that kind of passionate stimulation. Initially, I was quite docile, but I often found women deliberately getting close to me.
Some pressed their breasts against me from behind, others placed their hands on the handrail, and some even
touched me from behind. As a man, I can't quite describe how I felt.
Public buses are a breeding ground for passion, and the only place where the poor can indulge themselves. Why not throw themselves into
this passion?

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