The thrill of the car

Every two weeks or so, I travel to Shanghai to meet a long-time online friend. Each time, I 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 early, 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 to move. It stopped again after only a few steps. A woman hurriedly boarded, probably late. She was slender, with long, flowing hair, her head bowed, making her features unclear. 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 virile young man like myself.

She seemed to notice my furtive glances; her long eyelashes fluttered a few times. Turning her head, she smiled sweetly at me. "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 charming smile, and absentmindedly replied, "Sure, sure."

She stood up and went to the aisle. I sat down in her empty seat. As she was about to step 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; I figured 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 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 her slender waist and round buttocks, savoring their delicate curves.

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 trick 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.

Like me, she seemed captivated by the 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 realize you were so literary!" She gave me a charming smile.
"Didn't you see I'm wearing this?" I relaxed, pointing to the glasses perched on my nose.

"Hehe… appearances can be deceiving. What does wearing glasses mean? Besides, people say… I won't say anymore."
"Hmm? You dare not say anything! 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 into laughter, her chest heaving. "You dare?" she said, head held high.
Staring at her firm chest, her breasts bulging against her clothes, my hands froze in mid-air, momentarily stunned.

She reached out and pinched 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, appearing to be suppressing a laugh as she turned to look out the window. I gently kneaded her breasts; she didn't speak, and neither did I, and so a long time passed.

"Aren't you tired? My hands are 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. She then nestled her entire upper body 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 out at the still-falling rain, and then at the beautiful stranger lying in my lap, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire.

She had moved closer to me from her original seat, her bare thighs crossed, her buttocks naturally raised slightly, accentuated by her tight black dress. A shallow cleft creased her 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 it, 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, I opened my palm and placed it on her raised buttocks. Such soft, smooth skin! My heart pounded, and I couldn't help but rub her buttocks harder. After a while, I still felt unsatisfied, so I started sliding my fingers between her buttocks.

My fingers slipped through the edge of her tightly bound panties and reached inside, finally touching the most tender part of her body! And yes, that was indeed the most tender spot! My fingers teased her labia, feeling the heat and magic emanating from the softest, most intimate part of her skin.
Soon, my fingers were soaking wet.

I thought to myself, she couldn't possibly be unaware of my actions at this moment; the fact that she hadn't objected meant she tacitly approved, and might even be secretly pleased! Thinking this, I didn't hesitate any longer and carefully inserted a finger into her peach blossom entrance…

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 perverted'! That's right, you are one of them!" "Do you like me being… perverted with you?"

"Like my foot! I regret not poking you properly earlier!" Her hand quickly rubbed my private parts twice, then she exclaimed, "Ah? Such a strong reaction?!"

At that moment, I already had an erection. "Continue, I feel so uncomfortable, dear sister, please call me sister! Help me." From her wet private parts, I could tell she was definitely aroused, and to achieve my goal further, I pretended to plead like this, and kissed her right cheek.

"You...you're so bad!" She placed one of her small hands on my bulging genitals, gently rubbing it. Afterwards, she didn't pull my underwear back up, but just slightly raised her buttocks.

This was a signal! As if suddenly enlightened, I realized, and so I reached my hand under her skirt again. My fingers easily entered her vagina and began to move back and forth. I unzipped my pants with my right hand and put her hand inside.

Her head was still resting on my shoulder, but her face was turned towards me. In this carriage, leaning against each other, we were already a couple.

I felt her slender hand tightly gripping my penis, rubbing it up and down. Touching the skin of the opposite sex, my penis became even thicker and harder. My heart was itching; I knew that this wouldn't satisfy my desire, but would only make it grow stronger!

So, I pulled at her underwear, trying to remove the obstacle that was preventing me from going any further. She struggled, seemingly not wanting me to succeed, yet also seemingly wanting to give in halfway. I breathed softly into her ear and said, "Good sister, no one can see. Please, come on!"

She actually lifted her buttocks. I took off her panties and placed them beside me. Now, I could finally do whatever I wanted! My palms pressed against her entire vulva, kneading her tender flesh and pubic hair, then I inserted two fingers and thrust them in and out quickly without any restraint.

With my rhythm, she unconsciously quickened the kneading of my penis. I couldn't hold back any longer. I looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to us. So, I resolutely picked her up, sat under her, lifted her skirt, and thrust my penis between her legs. Before she could react, my penis had already found the entrance between her labia and slid straight in!

"Ah—" Perhaps it was the sudden intrusion, she involuntarily let out a soft cry, then covered her mouth, her almond eyes glaring at me, trying to stop me, but it was too late. Her cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, truly beautiful and alluring.

My hands slipped inside her skirt, cupping her full buttocks, and my penis began to thrust forcefully. Her thighs were pressed together, the tender flesh of her vagina tightly gripping my penis—it felt incredibly pleasurable! In this crowded carriage, amidst the darkness of the seats, I vigorously thrust my penis, brutally raping this unfamiliar, sexy beauty!

She tightly covered her mouth, trying to suppress a sound. It seemed that being brutally violated by a strange young man in the carriage was extremely stimulating for her. My hands could feel the slippery, fragrant sweat seeping from her delicate buttocks.

I thrust in and out of her tight vagina nearly a hundred times, the pleasure growing stronger and stronger. My hands moved to her thighs, roughly spreading them apart, grasping the tender flesh of her thighs, and thrusting my penis even harder. Her whole body heaved up and down with my movements, the frequency increasing.

She sat on me, the entire carriage spread out before her. Seemingly sensing something amiss, she hurriedly lifted her buttocks, pulling away from my penis. "No, no, someone's watching..."

At this point, I could no longer restrain myself, disregarding everything else. I pressed one hand against her fragrant shoulder, and with the other, I gripped my penis, rubbing it against her beautiful face. The obedient girl understood my intention, so she opened her mouth and swallowed my wet penis. Watching my penis thrust in and out between her lips, I became even more excited. My fingers then slipped back into her vagina, moving rapidly amidst the glistening fluids.

She gently stroked my scrotum with one hand, and with the other, she reached down to my anus, extending her index and middle fingers to rub against it. It seemed she wanted me to ejaculate quickly. This pleasure was already at its peak for me. So, I added a finger to my left hand, simultaneously thrusting three fingers into her vagina, increasing the speed and force to the maximum! Under my relentless thrusting, her whole body tensed, seemingly reaching orgasm. Her mouth opened wide, she gasped heavily, no longer holding my penis in her mouth. So, I grabbed her long, flowing hair with my right hand, forcefully pressing her head down. I thrust my hips upwards, allowing my penis to penetrate her mouth more thoroughly and intensely.

Her mouth tightened again. I thrust dozens more times, feeling fluid swirling in my lower abdomen, eager to ejaculate. I quickly grabbed her hair and pulled my penis out of her mouth.

Overwhelmed with passion, I stood up without hesitation, gripping my penis, and passionately ejaculated onto her, who was reclining in the chair! Streams of white semen gushed out, splashing onto her black dress, neck, face, and hair…

She lay limp, half-reclined, letting me vent my desires.

The rain outside had stopped. The car continued speeding along the highway.

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