From the bus to the grove

Let me start with a digression, unrelated to the story, but it's also about a chance encounter involving groping breasts on a bus—something many of you might already know… I recently started a new company, and getting to work requires one bus transfer. From home, I take bus 33 or 8, which takes about 50 minutes, then transfer to a trolleybus, which takes another 30 to 40 minutes. The buses are very crowded in the morning, perfect for groping on the bus. The situation is less favorable in the evening. Our company is located in a large startup park, and while there are many people leaving get off work in the evening, they get off quickly, and the bus empties out after a few stops. Since taking the trolleybus takes over 40 minutes in the evening, the buses are already past rush hour, so the chances of groping are even slimmer.
It was quite by chance that I was squeezing onto a bus. There was a woman in front of me; she was pretty and had a good figure. I followed behind her, intending to get close enough to grope her buttocks once I got on. Because it was crowded, I had to push and shove to get on. I grabbed the handrail on the door with my right hand and squeezed hard until I finally got on. Suddenly, I felt something soft and squishy on my hand. I looked down and saw that the woman had turned around, facing forward, and her breasts were pressing against my hand. Our bus has three diagonal handrails on the door; I don't know if other buses are like that, but this one is. Because I was behind her, one step lower than her, I was holding the middle handrail, and she was holding the top one. This meant her arm was pressing against mine, making it feel like my hand was going under her ribs. The woman seemed to sense it too, so she quickly turned around and put her hand down beside her, blocking my hand. But it didn't matter. This accidental discovery allowed me to find a way to touch breasts, even if it was only possible to do so while getting on the bus or squeezing from the front to the back. But it's better than nothing, right?
Now, let's get to the main point.
A few nights ago, after work, I took the tram home as usual. The tram was quiet, and I passed the terminus of bus route 8, about half a stop away. The 33 bus stop was another half stop ahead. Route 33 is faster, and I usually transfer to it. That day, I saw a crowd at the route 8 terminus. I often take the route 8, and judging by the crowd, it seemed like it hadn't been running for a long time. With so many people, I figured there was an opportunity. So I decided to take the route 8 that day. However, I didn't go to the terminus; instead, I walked half a stop ahead to the second stop. Boarding at the terminus meant the bus would be empty, and the doors wouldn't be crowded, reducing the chances of groping. The second stop was different; people would be blocking the doors, increasing the chances.
Sure enough, luck was on my side. There was a beautiful woman at the stop, not exceptionally beautiful, but youthful and pretty. She was wearing a uniform, similar to that of a flight attendant or a staff member in a high-end restaurant or hotel—I don't know the specifics, as I'm not very knowledgeable about these things. She wore a dark blue uniform and a skirt suit, over which she wore a white shirt, the hem of which peeked out from under the uniform, revealing a small patch of pure white trim. The skirt was long, past her knees, and very tight, revealing long legs in black stockings and black high heels. To be honest, I'm not a uniform fetishist. I initially targeted her because there were two other pretty women next to her. I thought that if all three beauties were squeezed together, I'd have more opportunities, and I could target whichever one was easier to approach. However, the other two women were wearing jeans, and as you know, those jeans don't feel very good. Compared to softer fabrics, I usually prioritize softer fabrics, as they feel much better, especially silk.
The bus arrived, and I boarded after this woman. The other two women also boarded, but they didn't know each other. One of them got separated from the others in the crowd, and the other was next to me. I thought, having two choices isn't bad; maybe I could even have one on each side. However, something went wrong when boarding the bus. The woman in uniform was in front of me, and another woman squeezed behind me. But at that point, I couldn't care less; there were too many people, and everyone was being pushed forward. So I tried to use the trick I mentioned earlier to touch the woman in uniform's breasts, but unfortunately, I didn't succeed.
After boarding, I basically stayed near the front door and didn't move much. The woman in uniform was standing next to the card reader, and I moved behind her. Before I could make a move, the woman behind me squeezed on, right behind me. Her large breasts pressed against my back; they were very firm, not the soft type, so I could feel them quite clearly, but they were very uncomfortable against my back. However, the psychological feeling was very stimulating. So I didn't rush to touch the woman in uniform. Instead, I moved my arm back, turned my body slightly to the side, and used my elbow to nudge the woman behind me's breasts. The woman didn't react after being nudged once or twice, but when I rubbed my arm back and forth, she started to dodge. I gave up then; after all, there was still the woman in uniform in front of me, so I decided to try this one first.
The bus was crowded. Next to me was a primary school student with a backpack. The backpack was facing the uniformed woman, pressing against her waist and hips. I put my left hand between the school student's backpack and the uniformed woman, placing it on her hip. I opened my palm completely and covered it. I don't know what kind of fabric the skirt was made of, but it felt really good, very smooth. I could even feel the warmth and softness of her hips. I wondered if she was cold in this weather. At first, I didn't dare go too far. I placed the uniform on top, not knowing if the uniformed beauty would react too aggressively. So I just slowly rubbed it as the car swayed. After a few minutes, seeing that the beauty didn't react, I got bolder and pressed down on her buttocks with a little more force. The beauty still didn't react. At this moment, the car suddenly braked sharply. Unlike some novels where people immediately start kneading the beauty's buttocks when such a situation occurs, my first reaction to the sway was to grab a handrail so I wouldn't fall over. There was a horizontal handrail next to the card reader, so I grabbed it and managed to steady myself. Coincidentally, the uniformed beauty was standing right there, her breasts right next to the handrail, not too close, not too far. I could reach them with my fingers, but if I reached out, it would be too obvious. So now I was standing behind the beauty, holding onto the handrail in front of her. The other woman was now to my right, completely out of the question. But the uniformed beauty still hadn't reacted, so it seemed like continuing to touch her shouldn't be a problem.
Because of the slight jolt earlier, my hand loosened, so I reached out again, pushed the schoolboy's backpack aside, and placed my palm completely over the woman's buttocks. I rubbed them a couple of times, then started pressing hard on her buttocks. She still didn't react. So I tentatively grabbed her buttocks a few times, but only slightly, just my fingers gently pulling back. She still didn't react. Then we arrived at another stop. She didn't move, and neither did I. Several people around us tried to push back, but they didn't move much. Since we were at the station, I was prepared, so this time I pressed harder on her buttocks, kneading them vigorously. The feel was amazing. Then the woman moved. She put her left hand to her side, a gesture that seemed like she was putting her hand on her hip, or maybe grabbing a handrail from the driver's side. Because the schoolboy's backpack blocked my view, I couldn't see clearly. Being rather timid and afraid of being grabbed and embarrassed, I quickly withdrew my hand, deciding to assess the situation first. Once the car started moving, the woman didn't make any further moves, apparently grabbing the handrail. So I put my hand on her buttocks again, gradually increasing the pressure and slowly kneading. She still didn't react, so my fingers started moving, making slight grasping motions, but I didn't dare do too much at once, just slowly. I kept going until the grasping motion was enough for her to know someone was touching her buttocks, and she still didn't react. Then I felt safe enough to continue grasping and kneading, but I didn't dare go too far. Unlike many novels where women let you touch them without any resistance, most women I've encountered in real life allow you to touch them, but not grab them. Those women clearly know you're touching them, and they don't react, but if you grab them, they'll resist. Only a very few women let you do whatever you want, and that's limited to physical touch.
I don't know where this woman's bottom line is; I'll have to test her slowly.
I continued groping her at another stop, my movements becoming increasingly audacious. The woman remained unresponsive, and even once thrust her hips back slightly, making it easier for me to touch her. It seemed this woman was a real slut; I couldn't let her go. I was even considering taking things further. Opportunities to encounter such a seductive woman are rare, especially in winter when everyone is bundled up, making touching her less noticeable. It was a rare treat on such a nice day, and I'd met someone dressed lightly, a beautiful woman, and so alluring—I couldn't let it pass me by. Just then, we arrived at another stop.
I have to say, there hadn't been a bus for ages, and there were so many people getting on today, especially students. They all came in groups, and they were incredibly shoving. This group of students got on at this stop, and their backpacks took up a lot of space. The front seats were already the most crowded part of the bus, and now it was even more packed. But that's where the opportunity arose. The pretty girl was pushed back a few steps and leaned against me. She had no handrails to grab onto, so she grabbed the handle next to the sign behind the driver's seat. This made her left hand rise up, and I was also being pushed so hard I could barely stand. I slipped my hand under her arm and grabbed the handle too. To be honest, I was just grabbing whatever I could find and didn't think much of it. Once everyone was settled, I realized that in this position, I was right behind the pretty girl, and I could push against her buttocks from behind. My hand, slipped under her arm, was right in front of her, just a little distance from her breasts. And the way I was gripping the handle was a perfect inward grip, so if I stretched out my fingers, I could reach her breasts. Even more coincidentally, the car started moving at that moment and swayed slightly. I took the opportunity to bump into the beautiful woman from behind, causing her to fall forward. Her breasts landed right on my hand. I swear, this was truly an accident. Normally, I am a seemingly virtuous gentleman, or perhaps a hypocrite would be more accurate. My instinctive reaction was to quickly pull my hand away. Only after I pulled it away did I realize what a great opportunity this was! I couldn't let it go to waste. So, in a moment of impulsiveness, I put my hand back, intending to grab the handle where it had been. This time, I grabbed the woman's breast directly! Apparently, after I pushed her against the handle, she moved away, leaving her breast pressed against it, which I had just grabbed. Unfortunately, the handle was in between, and I could only pinch it with my fingertips. So, I mustered my courage and pinched it a few times to see her reaction. She looked down at my hand. I thought, this woman was quite horny when I touched her butt earlier; even if she didn't want to, she shouldn't call me a pervert. So, while she was looking at my hand, I pinched it a few more times, letting her know I was touching her breast. If she resisted, I would give up; if she didn't react, I was in luck. The result excited me greatly. The woman only glanced at me before looking out the window, which was tantamount to her agreeing that I could touch her breast.
Having gained the approval of the woman's breasts, I felt free to touch them boldly. Not content with just pinching them with my fingers through the handle, I slipped my hand between the handle and the woman's breasts, resting the back of my hand on the handle. Holding her breasts in my hands, I freely squeezed and kneaded them. Because the woman was probably wearing a hotel waitress uniform, which was very thin, the texture was very clear. Her breasts weren't the soft type, but rather firm and solid. Squeezing them wasn't as pleasurable as soft breasts, but the feel was very real. Whether I squeezed, grabbed, kneaded, or rubbed, I could clearly feel her breasts changing shape in my hands. Especially when squeezing, her breasts were very firm, and it took some force to flatten them. On a bus, surrounded by people, squeezing a woman's breasts so hard was incredibly satisfying, even more so than the feel of squeezing them. Moreover, because of her uniform, I could clearly feel the location of her nipples, and I also pinched and rubbed or squeezed them a few times. Of course, my other hand couldn't be idle either; it was constantly on the beauty's buttocks. Gradually, my penis hardened, and thrusting into her from behind felt even better, making her breathing a little unsteady. Just then, the beauty started to squeeze backward; I didn't know if she wanted to hide or get off the bus.
But having encountered a beauty who could be touched not only her buttocks but also her breasts at will, I decided I couldn't let her go. I followed her, wanting to play with her a little longer before she got off. So I followed behind her, heading towards her hand. It seemed the beautiful woman wasn't avoiding me; she really was getting off the bus. As she walked backward, she was always sideways, one hand gripping a handrail on the back of the bus, the other clearing a path through the crowd. This meant I could freely grab her breasts from behind. In fact, my other hand had been holding her breast the entire time. Whenever she stopped, I would lean in, either pushing against her from behind or grabbing her buttocks with my other hand. She didn't resist. We moved together to the back door after three stops. Throughout, my hand never left her breast, and I continued to fondle it. When we reached the station and the back door opened for her to get off, my hand was still on her breast, unwilling to leave. Inexplicably, I grabbed her breast and got off the bus with her.
This stop was in a park area between two residential areas, and there were very few people. Not many were getting on or off the bus. After the beautiful woman and I got off, there were only a handful of people at the station. The woman glanced at me, then looked down at my hand still on her breast. I smiled awkwardly and quickly let go of her hand. Being crowded on the bus was one thing, but getting off was another.
At this moment, the woman pointed to a grove of trees in the park and turned to leave. My heart skipped a beat. What was she planning? Was there more to come? So I quickly followed her. Once inside the grove, I discovered several couples having sex in the open. It seemed the woman knew about this place; there was definitely more to come. I'd really hit the jackpot today.
The beautiful woman in front of me suddenly stopped walking, her back to me. I quickly walked up to her, about to say or do something, when she turned around. She had already unbuttoned her top, revealing a black lace bra underneath. She raised her hand to her mouth, gesturing for me to speak, and then squatted down. What followed was simple: oral sex, then breast sex. However, unlike what I expected, she didn't let me penetrate her in the end. She only breast-sexed until I was about to ejaculate, then switched to oral sex, finally letting me ejaculate in her mouth. She swallowed all the semen, not spitting out a single drop. After that, she got up and left, giving me no chance or room to do anything else.

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