The Bride on the Bus

This happened the day before yesterday when I was on a business trip to Nanning. I had planned to finish the business in three days, but on the afternoon of the third day, my supervisor called to say that some new terms needed to be revised. I didn't have my laptop charger with me, so I had to take a bus to the city to buy one. It took me 40 minutes to get one, and by the time I got back it was already past 7 p.m. I was really tired after running around all day. I glanced at the bus and didn't see any pretty girls, so I dozed off and fell asleep. Just as I was about to look up, I smelled a faint fragrance of osmanthus.

I glanced at the two women chatting. One was about 1.6 meters tall, wearing a light red halter dress (let's call her Halter Sister). She had probably given birth, as her figure was exceptionally voluptuous. She had light yellow wavy curls, and the light red halter dress was very simple, just covering her full, large buttocks. Her black underwear might have been showing when she walked. She was with a little boy who looked about 2 years old. The other woman was about 1.7 meters tall (she was up to my eyes when I stood up), wearing a small floral long dress. She looked to be around 23 or 24 years old. Her breasts were very prominent, her buttocks were very perky, her thighs were round and long, and her waist was relatively thin. She had long hair that reached her shoulders, bright big eyes, and fair skin. Especially her long, round, and straight thighs were disproportionate to her height. If you pressed those legs down, it would be irresistible. She had a girlish innocence mixed with the mature allure of a young woman, like a freshly harvested, juicy peach. The woman in the tank top I was chatting with was her older sister. She wanted her younger sister to come to the photo studio the next morning for their wedding photos. The photographer was supposed to be there today, but the groom was pulled away to a party by his friends and couldn't make it, so the bride only got a few solo photos taken. She was quite upset, but thankfully her sister comforted her for a while and gave her some clothes the girl liked (probably a few pieces of sexy lingerie), which cheered her up a bit, and things calmed down. I groggily woke up and saw the woman in the tank top with a child and a small bag, making it difficult for her to stand. I generously offered her my seat, and her younger sister looked at me gratefully, nodded, and said, "Handsome! Thank you!" As I stood up, I pretended to accidentally touch her left breast with my right hand. It was so firm and perky! Luckily, there was no reaction, which put my mind at ease. The woman in the tank top put her child down and had the child say "thank you, uncle." We were about to get off. Before I could even understand what was happening, I saw her looking for something to get off the bus. Seeing a bag in her hand, I thought my chance had come. I quickly put her bag on the seat (otherwise, I wouldn't have another chance). She probably hadn't even realized what was happening yet, thinking I was helping her (to prevent her from moving). Just as I finished, quite a few people got on, and naturally, I stood in her place. Behind me (I really wanted to yell, if there's communication, there will be conversation, at least she won't reject me). With a good start, things went much more smoothly. I helped her sister get her things off the car. Since there were many people, I naturally stood behind her. The car was driving in the night. Because it was a city-to-suburb route, there weren't many streetlights, and the car lights weren't on (probably affecting the driver's visibility, so they probably didn't turn on the lights inside). She didn't object (she probably still had some affection for me). The car suddenly lurched, and I accidentally made intimate contact with her beautiful buttocks. Behind her, I smelled an even stronger fragrance of osmanthus (j (It was moving, almost coming out), I don't know if it was the fragrance of her body or the scent of her shower gel, but the faint scent seemed especially alluring in the crowded car. Gradually, I got aroused, my penis was about to break (I've never felt anything with my girlfriend before). My left hand involuntarily reached for her full breasts, and my right hand pressed against her slender waist. She trembled, and I felt the firmness and roundness of her buttocks. My hand slowly kneaded her long, shapely thighs. What kind of feeling was this? Warmth? Excitement? Stimulation? Or was it the electric current between us, the mutual attraction, hoping to linger longer? At this moment, I increased the pressure when kneading her thighs. Ah! Why is it so exciting to just touch him like this? That damn husband of mine knew I was going out again these next few days, yet he still went out to fool around. When I first got in the car, I thought this guy was pretty good-looking, respectful to elders and kind to children, and seemed like a decent person at heart. I never expected him to be such a lecher. I had already made plans with my husband for tonight's activities, but he still left me alone. We've only been together six or seven times, and he's already lost interest in me? He's out having affairs. He's already like this before we're even married. What will he be like in the future? Someone introduced by someone else is never as good as someone I find myself, but there's nothing I can do. These days, my family owns a house, and my father has some connections. He was recently promoted to deputy section chief, so at least I have someone to rely on in the future. Finding a good job isn't easy, so finding a good husband isn't bad either. At least I won't have to live under other people's cold shoulders every day. If you can have fun outside, why can't I? This guy is pretty good-looking, and there's a man readily available. Why not enjoy the taste of someone else's man? I'm so looking forward to it! At this moment, she pressed her round, pert buttocks against my penis, making us even closer together. Perhaps she was unhappy with me harassing her from behind, or maybe she wasn't satisfied enough and wanted a more stimulating response.

With such an obvious hint, I began to move my hands up and down. Although there was a bra and a long skirt between us, it didn't affect the feeling of her breasts being perky and round in my hands. My penis was pressing tightly against her beautiful buttocks. When I reached the top, her buttocks would bounce my penis back. Her buttocks were really elastic. I could easily reach her soft labia majora with the head of my penis. (Ah! My penis is so big, much bigger than my husband's three and a half inches. It's so thick and hot. I feel like I'm melting down there. What if someone sees this? No, I have to try this cock. I've come this far, so let's go!) Her labia majora weren't too big. When I went in, it felt quite tight because there wasn't much lubrication. I could clearly feel the heat at her entrance. After two or three points, some vaginal fluid started flowing out of the entrance. As time went on, the head of my penis went in and out quite smoothly, and even a few drops of vaginal fluid fell down. Slowly, my right hand lifted her skirt, caressing her pert buttocks and long, slender thighs, stroking back and forth along the inside of her thighs. This was truly my first time having such close, skin-to-skin contact with a beautiful stranger. I was so excited I almost pulled her pure blue panties completely off! (Even if you're going to penetrate me, don't be completely naked! How can she face anyone like this? Although I still want you to penetrate me, you should at least consider the people around! Sigh, I'll just do it myself!) Luckily, the beautiful woman shifted her buttocks, using her skirt to cover her rounded bottom, otherwise her panties would have been completely exposed. In the light streaming in through the car window, I could see her blue thong, with a thin string at the back and two small knots on either side—truly sexy lingerie for making love! Her snow-white buttocks were exposed to the air, and although a thin rope could not cover them up, they had a kind of alluring, half-concealed charm that tempted me to commit a crime. I felt a bit suffocated in my chest and waist. When I reached in with both hands, I squeezed her right buttock hard with my right hand as a response to her. My left hand reached into her triangle area in front of her, touching her neat inverted triangle pubic hair, the inside of her long and beautiful thighs, and also touching the root of her thighs. At this time, I could clearly feel that her breathing was a little rapid, and her private parts were emitting bursts of moisture. She probably also had a bit of a desire for sex. My fingers moved back and forth in and out of her labia majora, scraping around those hot lips. Sometimes I would gently push her anus with my thumb, just like making love.

Finally, she couldn't resist anymore and leaned over her handbag on the seat, reaching her left hand towards my crotch. The she-wolf was about to unleash her fury. When her hand freed my penis, she had completely abandoned any sense of shame, her desire for intercourse with a strange man irrepressible. Seeing her eagerness, I became less impatient. I gently tapped her firm buttocks with my penis, while my left hand slowly withdrew, parting her plump buttocks and touching her wet vulva and messy pubic hair. At this moment, she tossed her long hair and looked down, probably to see the face of the first man besides her husband who was about to penetrate her. She clearly gritted her teeth, thrusting her hips back sharply. My sixteen-centimeter penis entered a tight cavity—wet, hot, and tight—that was my intense sensation, like a virgin's territory, and I instantly felt the urge to ejaculate. (Ugh! It's so deep! It's hitting my G-spot! This guy only cares about his own pleasure and doesn't care about my feelings. Honestly, it's so exciting. When I'm with my husband, we only occasionally touch the deepest part. This penis is really something. If I could have sex with a penis like this every day, it would be like God's pleasure!) I took a deep breath, gently pulled out, leaving a tender pink fold, and thrust in hard. At this moment, the elasticity of my buttocks was like endless power, and the dimly lit carriage was filled with a lewd atmosphere.

Making love with a strange man in an unfamiliar environment is incredibly exhilarating. There's the physical desire for sex, and the sudden, direct pleasure of doing it secretly in public. The secret passage is a mess, and as my penis penetrates, every vein in my body surges with boiling power, roaring within me. I also find myself less stamina than usual, thrusting rapidly over two hundred times. She squeezes me tightly with her thighs a few times, probably nearing orgasm. In this environment, I also become less erect, each thrust reaching the very end of her vaginal canal, faster and faster. A fiery force surges from deep within her vagina, her juices splashing onto my glans. At the same time, I hold on until the very end, my lower back relaxing, almost collapsing onto her full buttocks, quickly thrusting to the very tip of her clitoris and ejaculating.

I rest for a moment on her plump buttocks, and after leaving her near-perfect rear, I take out some tissue to wipe away the sticky fluid—I don't know if it was sweat or semen—and casually pull down her blue thong, covering her body, keeping it as a souvenir! Looking at her lying there, I really wanted to have another go, but there just wasn't enough time. I patted her little bottom as a farewell, and got off the bus before we even reached our stop.

[The End]

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