An awkward moment on the bus

I'm the computer lab administrator at a middle school. The school is far from my home, and my working hours are very long. Almost every night, I take the last bus home from the starting point to the terminal at 10:30 PM. The bus is always empty; I'm used to it. Although my colleagues always sympathize with my situation, I like it this way because I'm introverted and don't like getting too close to others.

Today, however, I got off work early, so I could go home at the normal closing time like everyone else. When I arrived at the station, a bus was about to depart. Since it was the starting station, there were many empty seats. I happened to see a colleague who had arrived earlier, so I sat in the seat in front of him. It was one of those buses with only one seat by the window. I rested one arm on the back of the seat and sat sideways, chatting with the colleague behind me. We kept talking and joking around. Before I knew it, the bus had gone several stops, and I didn't notice that the bus was getting crowded. I continued chatting with my colleague, still in that sideways position.

I suddenly realized my legs couldn't get back into the empty seat in front of me. The train was packed, and a woman was squeezed right next to me, my legs trapped between the seat back and hers. I felt incredibly awkward and wanted to pull my legs back, but how could I ask her to move aside? She was pressed tightly against me. I could only grit my teeth and continue watching my colleagues chat, but I found I had no interest in the conversation anymore. The woman's purse was pressing against my groin, and the pressure from the train's swaying sent waves of discomfort through me. I blushed deeply with embarrassment.

I glanced at the woman; she looked to be in her thirties, with a thin face and minimal makeup. She wasn't particularly attractive, but she wasn't ugly either. Her short coat was open in front of me—I see such coats almost every day, but I've never seen them this close before. She wore dark blue jeans that clung tightly to her legs, and I thought her legs had a very shapely curve. She wore a gray turtleneck sweater, and her breasts were particularly noticeable in front of me. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but I could smell a milky fragrance.

My little brother, unable to contain his excitement, pressed hard against her purse. I tried to shift away from her purse, but my efforts were futile; there was nowhere to move. I wanted to get off, but my colleague knew I was going to the final stop. How could I tell him? I thought, "Just bear with it; maybe it'll get less crowded soon."

The bus became increasingly crowded, and the announcement system kept broadcasting, "Passengers boarding, please move to the inside."

People complained from time to time, "It's so packed; how can we move to the inside?"

She was pushed even closer to me. I looked up at her; she was staring blankly out the window, while her purse pressed even tighter against my little brother, making him even more excited. With each jolt of the bus, intense stimulation surged through my brain, leaving my mind almost blank. I was drenched in sweat, my muscles tense, letting her purse press against my little brother.

I inadvertently noticed a young woman standing next to the woman. When she saw me looking at her, she quickly looked out the window, her face flushed. I figured she must have seen what was on my crotch. I lowered my head in embarrassment, but then I noticed something strange.

The woman was using her leg to prop up her purse. If she had moved the purse, it wouldn't have touched me, but she just kept it there, one end of the purse precisely pressing against my penis. I started to think she was doing it on purpose. I looked up at her face; she was still staring out the window, but I sensed a smug smile on her lips.

I tried to move my leg, hoping she would know I wanted to put it back where it belonged—in front of the seat—but she didn't move. She kept it pressed against me, her leg even more firmly holding it in place. I was furious, but I didn't know how to react. What if she wasn't doing it on purpose, and it was all just my imagination? After all, the train was so crowded, and I was the one who had put my leg in the wrong place.
I think I have a way of figuring out if she's doing it on purpose. I rubbed my thigh against the outside of hers; her jeans were so tight, she must have felt it. I looked at her face; she didn't react at all.
So, while chatting with my colleague, I increased the pressure of rubbing her thigh, glancing at her face again—still indifferent. I went a step further, turning my other leg over and tightly clamping it between hers. Her legs were slightly apart, but she made no attempt to close them. I think I know what she means. I'm furious. So she's been playing me all along. Not so easy. I raised my left hand and pinched hard on the outside of her right thigh, hidden under her short coat. I wondered if many women like to wear short coats because it's discreet and won't be noticed.

As I pinched, I glanced at her face; still completely blank, as if I were pinching someone else's leg. I thought, why should I care? She played me; why shouldn't I play her? I raised my hand higher and pinched her buttocks; they were firm. I suddenly found this amusing. She stared indifferently out the window, while my colleague and I chatted casually. I pinched her buttocks, and she used her purse to nudge my erect penis. I didn't know the state of her vagina; I guessed it was probably wet.

I wanted to play a joke on her, so I pulled her buttocks forcefully towards me. She only moved forward a little before holding on. I pulled harder, and she held on even more firmly. I stole a glance at her face; it was a little stiff from the effort, and her brows were slightly furrowed. I thought to myself, "Now you know I'm not someone to mess with." I joked with my colleague while vigorously pinching her buttocks.

Just then, my colleague got off the bus. We said goodbye, and he moved towards the back door.
I figured there was no fun in this standoff with this woman, so I came up with a plan. After my colleague got off and the bus started moving again, I pretended to get off at the next stop and stood up. I deliberately blocked her path, letting the girl next to me sit down. I grabbed her arm by her handbag, and she didn't resist as I pulled her into the middle of the crowd. Now almost everyone had their backs to us, while we stood face to face. I stared arrogantly at her face, and she looked arrogantly into my eyes.

I took her hand without the handbag and placed it on my bulging crotch, whispering in her ear, "This is your masterpiece."

She pinched my penis through my pants, trying to unzip it, but I stopped her; I didn't want to embarrass myself, so she just kept pinching it. I held onto the railing on the roof of the car for balance with one hand, and with the other, I wrapped my arm around her back from inside her short coat, pulling her into my arms. She looked up at me from my chest, and I looked down at her. She wrapped her hand with the handbag around my waist, pressing tightly against me; her breasts, which had been so close just moments before, were now pressed against my chest.

We stared at each other without moving. My penis became even more aroused under her ministrations. My hand, which was around her back, moved down to grab her buttocks and lift her up. She understood what I meant, and the hand that was squeezing my penis wrapped around my waist. She stood on tiptoe and brought her lower abdomen close to my penis, and we rubbed against each other like that… I was very excited, and I knew she was too, because she held me tightly, forcefully rising and falling on her tiptoes… We both breathed deeply and cautiously. We were getting
closer to the final stop, and the number of passengers on the train was gradually decreasing. We couldn't move like that anymore, but we were still holding each other. The girl who had been on the train was about to get off. She got up from her seat and saw us embracing. Her eyes showed surprise. I smiled at her, and the woman in my arms saw me smile at the girl, turned to look at her, and smiled back. The girl blushed, lowered her head, and walked towards the back door, never looking in our direction again.
We arrived at our destination and got off the bus. I asked her, "Where are you going?"

She said, "Caoyun Road."

I said, "I've already passed Caoyun Road."

She said, "I know."

I asked, "Are you in a hurry to get home?"

She said, "No."

I said, "Let's take a walk then."

She nodded in agreement. So we strolled side by side along the street.

I said, "I'd only ever read about things like this in articles before; I never thought it would actually happen to me."

She said, "I thought you were being vulgar, but I didn't dare yell at you because there were too many people on the bus. But the moment you hugged me, I saw sincerity and passion in your eyes. To be honest, I was moved by your gaze."
I was surprised: "I thought you were the one who messed with me first, and I did that to get back at you."

She was also surprised: "I was the one who messed with you first?"

I said, "Yes, you pressed your purse against my crotch, and I was so angry that I did that."

She laughed: "You misunderstood. It was so crowded behind us, I had to use a lot of force to press it down. I didn't care where the purse was."

I was a little embarrassed: "Then I have to apologize for what I did."

She said, "No need, I was excited too, and I should apologize for what you didn't do." "I wanted to thank you for taking further action, but it would be embarrassing if we did anything more. You're so sensitive about sex, I guess you must be a rather introverted person?"

I said, "It seems you know a lot. Yes, I am rather introverted. I was extremely nervous when you first pressed against my crotch."

She said, "I was extremely nervous when you first rubbed my legs with your hands."

I said, "No wonder so many people like to have affairs; it's so thrilling and exciting."
She said, "Yes. I've never had such a thrilling experience."

I said, "It seems we get along very well."

At this moment, she stopped and looked at me, saying very seriously, "What should we do next?"

I looked at her, not knowing how to answer her. How could I know what would happen next? How could I bear to give up such an extraordinary beginning? But I didn't even know her name yet. Seeing my serious expression, she didn't ask any more questions, and we continued walking.

In the following time, we introduced ourselves, talked about our hobbies, lifestyles, and so on. Unexpectedly, we got along very well and had a great time chatting. We both work in public institutions, our willpower worn down by the mundane routines of life. We waste time on monotonous tasks, carefully avoiding all sorts of troubles, yearning for a small haven of our own, a place where we can feel safe and be our true selves.

Before we knew it, it was dark, and the streets were becoming deserted. Holding her hand, I thought about our impending separation and felt a pang of reluctance.

I hugged her and said, "I really don't want you to go."

She nestled in my arms, her face pressed against mine, and said, "Me too."

We hugged like that for a long time. Finally, I reluctantly saw her off.

This is a completely true story. We're still dating, and occasionally we make love when we're really excited, but I won't write about these things, and I'm too embarrassed to. I can only say it felt great. The reason I'm writing this is to seek some valuable advice. There are some things I'm too embarrassed to ask her, such as: Does she like me because I'm bold with her? If so, I want to say that I'm not someone who enjoys frequent sex. I prefer quality over quantity in my sexual pursuits. It's said that people like me lose interest in sex very early on due to a lack of new stimulation.

Also, I don't know if I should tell her that I actually dislike children, so I don't want them. I believe I wouldn't be able to raise a child properly or give them a bright future, and that would undoubtedly be a painful experience for them to be born into this world. I can't bear that.

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