Groping on the bus back to school

The National Day holiday was over, and it was time to go back to school. To catch the bus to the city, I had to wait at the intersection very
early . Finally, the bus swayed and pulled up... Uh... it was packed! There was practically no
room left. Luckily, the ticket seller was kind; seeing that I was alone, she shouted, "Hurry up and
get on! We'll get you one more, but we won't let anyone else on." After a lot of effort, I finally squeezed onto the bus. There was nowhere to stand,
so I had to cramp up on the first step by the door. After I finally managed to close the door and steady myself, I looked up and
wow, I was surrounded by women, and they were all quite pretty. "I'm lucky," I thought to myself...

Screech! The bus started moving, and everyone jerked back. The woman standing behind me quickly
grabbed the back of the seat in front of me to maintain her balance. I glanced over... Hmm? She wore a
ring on her right ring finger; oh, she was a young woman. Her hair was wavy and dyed reddish-brown. She wore
a tight-fitting, short-sleeved, purplish-red sweater that accentuated her alluring figure, paired with tight jeans that outlined her curves. She wore ankle boots, and a faint, delicate fragrance emanated
from her , instantly stirring my heart. Because I was standing relatively low, and I'm quite tall,
my shoulder was level with the woman's breasts. Also, she was standing in the same direction as me, just slightly to
the left , behind me, so my left shoulder was pressed against her firm right breast. Ah! Even through her clothes,
I could feel its amazing elasticity and size! It gave me a thrill, a feeling of pure bliss. I secretly felt smug!

The rural roads, as you can imagine, were full of potholes due to years of disrepair, causing the car to
bump and sway along. My shoulder was rubbing against the young woman's right breast, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, while I inhaled
her fragrance. I was dizzy with excitement, and I sensed the woman was a little aroused too, as her breasts
noticeably hardened. During another violent sway, I deliberately rubbed her breast harder,
seeking greater stimulation. Perhaps I used too much force, for she frowned, shifted her position,
and turned to face me sideways. I thought she was angry and lost interest—disappointed!

Then, when something soft touched my shoulder again, I realized it was her left breast against my
left shoulder. I didn't know if she did it intentionally or unintentionally, but we remained in that position. Later,
the car entered a national highway, the road became smooth, and the swaying stopped. I dared not blatantly rub my shoulder anymore. I
was unwilling to give up ; was this the end? Then, I remembered an article I'd seen on the forum the day before: "Pleasant groping on the bus—
only the bolder you are, the more likely you are to succeed!" My timid nature was emboldened once more!

I crossed my arms over my chest, left hand on top, to conceal my wicked right hand. Her delicate, white left hand was
right next to me, and I felt a surge of attraction. Stealing glances at her reaction, I quietly reached out with my right hand.
Hidden behind my clothes and left hand, no one noticed. At first, I was hesitant, my fingers trembling slightly. I half-clenched my right fist and
pretended to casually touch her a few times—very lightly, of course. I noticed her face was still looking away,
seemingly oblivious. So, I gently pressed the back of my fingers against the back of her hand. After a while, she seemed to sense something amiss,
her fingers twitching slightly, but she didn't pull away. My courage grew, and I gently
slid and caressed the back of her hand with my fingers. Ah, it felt soft, warm, smooth, and delicate. Then… She clearly sensed it,
turned her head, glanced at me, and I mustered my courage to meet her gaze. She hadn't expected me to be so bold and quickly looked away, but her hand
remained, only slightly away. Seeing this, I simply let go. So be it! I placed my
entire palm on hers and began to gently caress it. Her hand trembled, showing signs of trying to pull away, but I applied a little pressure
to prevent her from moving. Helpless, she let me do as I pleased. I began to caress her more freely, touching every inch of her small hand,
gently stroking each finger, imagining their exact shape, and touching each beautiful nail. My
pressure gradually increased. At first, before I could touch her, I was extremely nervous, but once I actually touched her, I became calm. I
began to enjoy this rare encounter. Ah! The thought that I was touching the small hand of a young woman I didn't know at all, someone I
'd only briefly crossed paths with because we were on the same bus, and that I could caress and play with it without restraint,
gave me a fleeting sense of entitlement...

And so, our hands entangled for over twenty minutes. Because her left hand was pressed tightly against her trousers, I could only
touch the back of her hand. Suddenly, I really wanted to touch her palm, to see if she was sweating nervously. So, I
increased the pressure with my right hand, trying to flip her hand over. She wasn't prepared for my force and was startled. I later guessed that
she probably thought I was trying to steal something or do something else. She quietly pulled her hand away from my grasp and
said in a voice only we could hear: "Why are you doing this, kid?" I smiled at her, and seeing my shamelessness, she had no choice but
to turn her head away helplessly. I tried the same trick again, my right hand reaching out. Just as I lightly touched her smooth left arm, the thought of that intoxicating
touch filled me with excitement!

Finally, through my relentless efforts and shamelessness, I finally touched the soft flesh of her palm.
Wow... not sweaty at all! Haha, so she wasn't nervous at all; her so-called avoidance and shyness were just an act! At that moment,
I finally understood her true nature—beneath her beautiful exterior lay a thirsty heart, and her perfect figure yearned for a man's touch
and caress!

Unfortunately, my position was really unsuitable; I could only touch her small hand, but my desire was now
completely ignited, and I hoped to take advantage of her even more! Just as I was racking my brains for a solution, alas,
a little child in the seat in front of me got carsick and couldn't bear it any longer, so he vomited. I vomited all over the seat, causing a flurry of panic among the people around me, who were afraid of getting
the filth on them. The crowded carriage, due to poor ventilation, began to fill with an unpleasant odor.
The women around me frowned, covered their noses, and turned away, hoping to get as far away from the smell as possible. This
gave me my chance…

I saw the beautiful young woman slowly turn around with everyone else, now facing away from me. In that brief moment
, I pretended to be unable to stand the smell, stretching and touching the women around me, drawing glares from everyone.
Hehe, taking advantage of this brief disturbance, I'm now positioned with my back to the door, and most importantly, the beautiful…
The young woman's plump, pert buttocks were right in front of me, and my long-erect penis was saluting them. Because the women
were all trying to stay away from the children's seats, the carriage was even more crowded, which was exactly what I needed.
I stretched out my slightly trembling hand and glanced left and right. Thankfully, everyone was complaining about the driver for carrying so
many people; no one noticed I was enjoying it all. Haha, finally, my fingertips touched her jeans. I swallowed hard
to dry my throat; it felt like it was on fire. Much better. My fingers weren't just touching anymore;
I used a little force and pressed. It was truly elastic. No wonder she was a newlywed; her buttocks, after her first time with her husband, were
so firm and bouncy—truly irresistible. She trembled slightly, a little confused yet seemingly
reassuring . I think she was thinking: "That was just an accidental touch from the woman next to me. That bad boy is facing forward;
he can't touch me..."

My next touch shattered her self-comfort. Ah, why is he reaching out again...? She twisted
her hips, trying desperately to break free from my grasp (by this time my hand was completely pressed against hers). Her inexplicable actions
drew the displeasure of those around her; everyone was watching her. Embarrassed, she stood obediently
for me to touch her. Hahaha, the pleasure of controlling someone, while they dared not speak out or resist—it was truly exhilarating.

My hand pressed down and grabbed her, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. Her body trembled with my movements, and soon,
soft, almost inaudible moans came from her sexy, rosy lips. It seemed she was truly aroused. My nose
gradually caught the legendary alluring scent emanating from a woman's body when aroused—so fragrant! My hands first
roamed over her buttocks, feeling their elasticity and softness, until they had kneaded every inch of flesh. Then, I began to move towards her cleft, my fingers slowly sliding
down her buttocks until they finally slipped inside. Lost in pleasure, she seemed to awaken, reaching back to try and
stop me. I reacted quickly, grabbing her white wrist and pulling her hand between my legs. (Because it was
mid-autumn, just after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather was still quite hot. I was wearing shorts, and my underwear
was loose, so it was easy to pull her fragrant hand into my pants!) My penis, already
throbbing and eager, was involuntarily leaking a few drops of clear fluid from its prolonged erection
. Her hand touched my hot shaft, causing it to tremble. I could clearly feel her body go limp as I stroked her hot cleft.
Her right hand tried to slip out of my pants, but I pulled it back, my hand covering... I placed my hand over hers and began
to stroke it. Ah! The beautiful young woman's clean, fragrant hands were masturbating me; the feeling was truly extraordinary! As if resigned to her
fate, gradually, without my prompting, she began to stroke herself vigorously, knowing that only
by making me ejaculate could she possibly stop being played with.

I stroked her buttocks until I reached the indentation between her legs. Ah, finally, I touched the woman's
most private place! I felt a surge of excitement, and my penis throbbed. Her right hand shifted position, continuing to masturbate me
, while my fingers gently traced the outer layer of flesh. I thought that must be her labia majora
; the tight jeans made the sensation less than ideal, but it was better than nothing. I continued massaging, but
with more force, which aroused her even more. Her legs would clench and relax intermittently; she seemed to be enjoying it. It seemed she did
n't masturbate men much. Since I didn't have many techniques, I was just constantly stroking her. At this rate, when
would feel like ejaculating? So, I pulled her hand away. She seemed a little unsatisfied, perhaps a little
confused, wondering why I'd let go of her hand. Was she bored, or had she suddenly become kind?

Heh, of course I wasn't going to let her go so easily. I grabbed her slender waist with both hands, pulled her pert buttocks back a little,
and then thrust forward. Thank goodness the carriage was crowded! My already erect penis easily slipped into her cleft
. Wow, it was really tight! Her buttocks were already pert, and wearing tight jeans made them look even tighter!
The stimulating sensory experience made me sigh comfortably, and then I started moving back and forth, rather slowly. The people next to me
were still chatting or looking out the window, cursing the damn train for not arriving yet. I didn't want to arrive so soon
; I hadn't even enjoyed myself yet! Hehe, never mind them, I continued. I kept thrusting using the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one,
occasionally penetrating between her legs, my glans directly touching her labia. The feeling was indescribably amazing. I rubbed
like this who knows how long, my urge to ejaculate growing stronger. With a few reckless thrusts, my penis
ejaculated, pressed tightly against her labia. This time, the amount of semen was more than three times what I usually get when I masturbate—it
was incredibly pleasurable!

Afterwards, we were both breathing heavily, her face flushed. Seeing the questioning
and concerned , she smiled nervously and said, "It's really hot in this carriage, hehe, it's okay..."
After I was satisfied, I let go of her, secretly touching my soaked crotch, then looking at her buttocks... um... there was
a wet stain there too. Haha, that's my semen I left on her. I'll keep it as a souvenir, I thought.

Just then, squeak~~~ The bus stopped; we'd arrived at the station! I never expected such a long journey to be so short today.
Haha, it seems romantic encounters always fly by! She seemed to let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly got off the bus.
After she got off, I looked at her reluctantly. She stole a glance at me, noticed I was still watching her, blushed, and hurriedly walked away...
I gazed at her perfect figure in her tight pants and riding boots, and felt a surge of desire. Looking at her round, perky buttocks, swaying
back and forth, and with my semen still clinging to them, a sense of accomplishment welled up inside me! By the time she noticed,
the semen be dried long ago, haha...

[The End]

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