Let me tell you my bus story.

I've read many online articles describing buses, but while they're exciting, they lack realism. Below, I'll
share my own experience on a bus.
When I was young, I had a history of groping women on the street. After a failed rape attempt, I stopped doing
that kind of thing. Around that time, videotapes became available, and I often watched porn to relieve myself.
I usually don't like taking buses; I always ride a bicycle. But one time, taking the bus changed my habit, and I
started to love it.
At that time, I was working as a temporary worker in a factory. One day, the foreman asked me and a young worker named Liu to go to the train station
because a package of goods from our factory had come loose and couldn't be loaded onto the truck. The foreman asked us to
repackage it. He also gave me 5 yuan for round-trip bus fare, and the rest to buy popsicles.
We took pliers and wire and set off.
From our factory to the train station, we had to take bus number 10. When we boarded, it was close to noon, and there were many people on
the afternoon shift, so the bus was very crowded. Although it was quite a distance to the train station,
I couldn't squeeze in because I had a wire slung over my shoulder . I stood at the ticket seller's position near the door (back then, buses didn't have automatic coin payment systems;
ticket sellers had to squeeze in and out to sell tickets). Xiao Liu, with his pliers and other tools, had it easier and managed to squeeze
inside . Later, I even managed to get him a seat. At first, I envied him, but what happened next made
me glad I was standing there.
Just one stop later, a young woman, about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, got on. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she seemed very
sweet . She had a great figure, not tall but very voluptuous. The bus was already full when she got on, so she
stood in front of me. I moved aside a little; to be honest, I didn't have any other intentions at the time. As I moved
aside, she leaned against the ticket seller's counter. As the bus started moving, the people behind me moved, pushing
me forward again. The young woman had her back to me, and I was pressed down on top of her. Everything else was fine,
but the worst part was that my penis was pressed against her buttocks. It was summer, and I was wearing shorts,
while she was only wearing a thin skirt. As the car swayed, my penis
rubbed back and forth against her buttocks, and soon it became hard. The young woman seemed to sense something; she tried to move her buttocks to the side
, but there was no room to move.
At first, I was a little embarrassed, but as time went on, the pleasure began. I simply pretended to use
the car's swaying to press my lower body firmly against her buttocks, sometimes rubbing from side to side, sometimes thrusting back and forth, as if
I were fucking her from behind. The young woman's face was already flushed, but she didn't make a sound or turn around. I grew bolder,
pretending to hold onto the wire on my shoulder, letting my right hand hang down, and secretly stroking her buttocks. After a while, seeing that she didn't
move, I slowly moved my hand forward along her hip bone. The ticket counter blocked
everyone 's view, and I moved my hand in front of her. First, I touched her thigh
through her skirt, then gently lifted the hem with my fingertips. She was wearing a short skirt, and I easily lifted it up.
My fingers touched her muscle, and I saw her face twitch, but she remained silent
and didn't turn around. I grew bolder, placing my entire palm on the inside of her thigh. At first, I was hesitant
to make any other moves, but her silence fueled my desire. My hand roamed over her thigh
until my fingertips touched her genitals through her underwear. She then shifted her body, avoiding my hand.
Feeling guilty quickly withdrew my hand, glancing around furtively. Seeing no one was watching, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Now, I dared not touch her anymore, so I unleashed my pent-up lust on her buttocks, giving
her a good "fuck" through my pants.
She got off the bus one stop before the train station, never daring to look back at me. When I got off, I
realized my underwear was wet. But it wasn't ejaculation, just some discharge.
From that time on, I loved taking the bus. Every day after work, I'd rush to the bus
stop and squeeze onto the bus. The daily rush hour was only about half an hour, so I had to hurry. Sometimes, for a
better experience, I'd only wear an outer pair of pants, no underwear underneath. I'm sure every woman would
feel it in that situation—my penis was just a thin layer of cloth.
On the bus, I encountered all sorts of women. Some women, like that young woman from last time, would
remain silent in the face of my harassment; some women would turn around and glare at me the moment I touched them,
some even yelling "You shameless bastard!"; some women would quickly squeeze to
another spot after my penis rubbed against them a few times; and then there were the most unusual ones—when I pressed against them, they seemed to enjoy it, sometimes
even nudging me back a few times. However, the last type of person is extremely rare, and the one I want to focus on here is just such a person.
About ten years ago, I visited a classmate's hometown. On my way back, it was getting dark, and I originally
planned to take a taxi home. But when I got to the station, there was still one last minibus, already
packed with people like sardines in a can. Having just had a few drinks, I became emboldened and boarded the bus
without hesitation .
As I got on, I had already spotted a woman in her thirties. She was very pretty, with well-dressed,
slightly heavy makeup, but not excessive. She was wearing a dress, or more precisely, a
very short . The dress clung tightly to her round, firm buttocks—a truly beautiful butt! Big and perky,
the cleft of her buttocks clearly visible on the dress. She was standing not far from the door, and I quickly squeezed next to her and
stood still.
After driving for about ten minutes, it got completely dark. The car was on a suburban national highway with
no streetlights on either side. The car lights were off, with only the dim light from the dashboard instruments in front of the driver.
I started to act. Perhaps because I had been drinking, I was particularly bold. I gripped the overhead
handrail and reached my right hand over her waist to grab the back of a seat,
effectively pulling her into my arms. I then pulled her forcefully in front of me. She glanced back at me,
and I looked directly at her. She didn't react and turned away again. I then placed my penis directly on her plump buttocks and
began thrusting in and out like I was having sex, using the car's bumps to make a dozen or so thrusts. Just as I
stopped , to my surprise, she thrust her buttocks back forcefully, pressing them against my penis
, and turned back to give me a coquettish glare.
Having ridden the bus for so many years, I can tell the difference between different looks and what someone means by sticking out their butt
. She definitely wasn't averse to me, and what happened next proved my judgment correct. She leaned back,
completely resting on my chest. My face was almost touching hers. The moonlight streaming in through the window made her
face look so white—no exaggeration, she was truly a beauty. I couldn't resist gently touching her small
ear with my lips. She turned her head slightly, half-closing her eyes, looking quite content. I knew she was
feeling it too, so I naturally released my right hand from the seat back and placed it on her waist.
The bus was dark, and no one around us noticed what was happening. Everyone was swaying with the bus,
seemingly drowsy. I confidently reached my hand forward. But wait, I didn't touch her front. Even if I were bold
, I wouldn't dare make such a big mistake based on her few small movements. I reached forward and touched her hand.
I intentionally or unintentionally rubbed the back of her hand a few times, and she didn't pull her hand away. I finally relaxed, took
her hand, and slowly pulled it back, placing it on my penis. She neither
touched me as I expected, nor did she remove her hand; it just remained quietly there, motionless. I
didn't Normally, I would never have dared to do this, but the alcohol had made me forget everything. I
reached over again, slipping my hand under her skirt.
Through her panties, I could feel that she was already damp. I pulled aside her waistband and
reached —ah! I touched her pubic hair! Oh, I touched her labia! For some reason, my body
began to tremble. If my left hand hadn't been gripping the bar tightly, if so many people hadn't been crowding around me,
I probably would have collapsed.
My fingers began to rub her vulva, moving lower and lower until finally I inserted my fingers
into . At this moment, her face tilted back, her head resting on my shoulder, and her hand began to
grope my penis. My penis was so aroused by her touching that I desperately wanted to pin her down.
Actually, I was constantly watching the other passengers, afraid of being seen. But I realized my worries were
unnecessary. These passengers were probably used to the crowds on this last bus, or perhaps they were exhausted from a long day
; they didn't even glance at each other. My lust swelled, becoming so intense it felt like it could engulf the sky. I
quietly pulled her waistband down to her thighs and slowly lifted the back of her skirt.
Just then, the bus stopped, and two more passengers boarded from the side of the road, making the bus even more crowded. I seized the opportunity to
unzip my pants and pull my penis out from the side of my underwear. Now, we were in direct contact.
She turned around abruptly, her eyes seeming to say that this wasn't right, that someone would see us. I
smiled at her and directly inserted my already erect penis into her buttocks. She nervously looked around, and
seeing no one was paying attention, turned away again.
Her buttocks were so beautiful; her two fleshy cheeks gripped my penis tightly. I
thrust in and —ah!
After a while, she probably felt a little uncomfortable, so she arched her back slightly. Suddenly, I felt
the head touch a soft, moist patch of flesh. I immediately realized it was her vaginal opening, so I thrust forward,
and the head of my penis went in about halfway. She was startled by the sudden attack and couldn't help but cry out, but she quickly
covered it up with a dry cough.
I held her waist with one hand, constantly adjusting her position, and slowly inserted my penis into her vagina.
Finally, the front part of my penis was inside, and my lower abdomen was pressing against her buttocks. I
began to thrust gently. How exciting! On such a crowded bus, I was actually having sex with a beautiful
young woman. I believe she felt the same way I did—being fucked by a
young, inexperienced .
This tension excited me, and I quickly climaxed, ejaculating streams of semen into her vagina. She
groaned a few times, as if about to cough. I held my penis inside her for a moment, then quickly withdrew it and quietly zipped up
my pants. Then I reached out to help her pull up her pants, but found she had already
done it herself. She was still leaning softly against me, her chest heaving—she must be panting.
At that moment, my desire vanished, replaced by a sense of fear. I felt
she had only acted impulsively; now that the impulse had subsided, would she scream and grab me as a pervert?
But with her leaning against me like that, I dared not move.
After a long while, we finally arrived at a major station, and I got off the train with the crowd. She was still on the train
. I watched the cars continue to drive away, feeling as if I were in a dream.
That night, I hailed a taxi home. As soon as I got home, I collapsed into bed. But that night, I
didn't dream of her.
Later, I continued to ride the bus, and the number of times I was yelled at increased, but I never encountered anyone like
that woman again.
[The End]

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