Playing with girls on the bus after get off work

I was working overtime tonight and missed the company shuttle, so I had to squeeze onto the bus. Because it was rush hour,
the bus was quite crowded. On one hand, it was so hot, and sitting on a bus without air conditioning was torture, plus there were no seats
—it was exhausting. But on the other hand, I thought maybe…hehe.

As soon as I got on, there were several girls near the door. I don't
remember , because she was…ugly. From the back, she was alright, but unfortunately, I saw
her face first, oops…I immediately moved away.

Of course, because it was crowded, "moved away" meant taking a few steps forward. This girl was facing the door, so I was
facing away from the door at an angle, almost touching her butt.

When the bus stopped, I realized there was a girl standing in front of me, quite tall, only about half a head shorter than me
, with medium-length, straight hair, wearing a light yellow dress—not too thick, not too thin—you couldn't
even see the outline of her bra unless you looked closely, but it didn't seem to affect…the feel? A faint fragrance
wafted from her, I couldn't tell if it was from her clothes or hair .

It wasn't strong, but it smelled nice; you couldn't smell it unless you got very close. For now, I could see what this girl looked like from the side. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but at least she wasn't unattractive, and she seemed to
have a good presence. She looked to be in her early twenties, somewhere between a young girl and a young woman;
I wasn't really sure, but she seemed less likely to be a young woman.

At the time, I was standing directly behind her, surrounded by people on all sides, with her in front of me, of course. The bus
was crowded, and the ticket seller was jostling back and forth selling tickets. (By the way, I boarded the bus from the middle door, and my
seat was slightly to the side of the middle door, with my back to the door. I was right behind her, my right hand around
her, holding onto the horizontal bar above the bus for balance. She wasn't holding onto the horizontal bar, but rather hugging
a .)

As soon as the bus started moving, it swayed, and with the conductor and other passengers jostling around, every
movement caused my thigh to accidentally, or rather, deliberately, brush against her buttocks. The feeling was so soft
and bouncy! The conductor passed by behind me, struggling to get through the crowd, and I used her as an excuse to press myself against her
.

Of course, we separated after a brief touch above, but down below, it wasn't so quick. My entire front was pressed against her
buttocks , first feeling the elasticity, then rubbing against her from side to side with the swaying of the bus. Immediately, I felt
the deep cleft between her two full buttocks—it was so… amazing!

I was enjoying myself, but would the girl be? While I was enjoying myself, I kept a close eye on her. She was
staring the window, neither turning around nor making any other movement. Was it because it was too crowded to hide, or
did she not notice? I'm not the girl, so I don't know what she's thinking, but I suppose
there are girls in real life who are a bit oblivious and slow to notice.

Anyway, since the girl didn't say anything, we shouldn't give up halfway. I rubbed against her
a few more times, feeling her full buttocks and sexy cleft; my little brother was about to react… But
no matter what , there were so many layers of fabric—trousers, underwear, skirt, another layer of underwear…
the stimulation to my sensitive areas wasn't very direct. Even if

my little brother was getting aroused, it was still restrained by my pants, wasn't it? If the other person was interested,
how would ? Those articles online that say you can
get your little brother between someone's legs through pants or skirts for sex—I really don't know how that's possible…
the angle and everything else is wrong too.

(What? Take it out? Um… I'm a complete newbie, this is too difficult, you should do it
yourself !)

The bus stopped, a couple got off, several more got on, making it even more crowded. The ticket seller shouted frantically, "Those not
getting off please move further in!" Move? Are you
kidding me? There are a bunch of grown men inside, what's the point of me squeezing in? Absolutely not moving! Move yourself! However, I did slightly change my posture.

Before, I was facing directly towards the girl's back; now, I moved a little to the side (to my right)
. This way, I could see her profile more clearly, and this angle still protected her from
other passengers, especially male passengers, preventing her from being harassed by other stinky men.
More importantly, my free left hand finally had a purpose, haha!

To be honest, I was originally standing directly behind her, with my legs and private parts able to brush against her buttocks.
My right hand was gripping the pole, and my left hand was just sitting there, doing nothing. Now the angle has changed, and I can still use my legs and
private parts to rub forward, though only half of her buttocks.

My hand? ... My left hand naturally hung down, and I slipped it into my pocket. But I did it strategically; I didn't
put it all the way in, but rather my thumb hooked around the edge of the pocket, leaving most of my hand sticking out. Because I was
about half a body length away from her, my left hand was positioned perfectly—bingo, you guessed
it, perfectly positioned against her buttock cleft!

I shifted my body slightly towards her, and as the bike swayed, the back of my hand—which could only
be the back of my hand, since the palm would be facing my thigh in this position—rubbed against that half of her buttocks.
The bike swayed again, and then I moved to the other half, finally finding the cleft in the middle by following the contours of her buttocks.

With two fewer layers of fabric between us, the feeling was noticeably different. I could fully feel
the warm, soft flesh of her buttocks, and the cleft was incredibly comfortable. At first, I was a little
worried , afraid that being too obvious would provoke a resistance from her, which would be difficult to manage.
I simply moved away and leaned in lightly, adjusting my movements according to the rhythm of the carriage.

To be on the safe side, I pretended to check the time, taking my phone from my right pocket and slipping it into my left
. That way, I'd have an excuse if anything happened, using the phone as a scapegoat, and I could also explain that I was worried about
it being stolen, so I kept my left hand on the outside of my pocket to protect it.

After doing all this, and observing that she still didn't react, I grew bolder. I started to go
beyond gentle touches. After a more vigorous shake, I pressed the back of my hand against her buttocks
and rubbed it back and forth, applying some pressure.

Her buttocks were indeed elastic; the more pressure I applied, the more pressure bounced back! After rubbing
for a while , the back of my hand finally found the right position and stopped. By "finding the right position," I mean, of course, the most perfectly straight position.
My middle finger was pressed firmly against the center of her buttocks…

She remained staring straight ahead, looking out the window with an air of seriousness, seemingly not even glancing in my direction
. To an outsider, no one would suspect that at this very moment, a complete stranger was pressing the back of his hand
tightly against her buttocks! My hand was pressed firmly against hers, my fingers naturally curved—except for my middle finger, which was slightly
extended and gently probing inwards along the cleft.

Good heavens! I could actually feel it! I could feel a warm,
moist ! It felt amazing! At this moment, I didn't care if I was fantasizing or not; I just felt hot all over, and
my penis was aroused.

I pushed my middle finger in a little harder, but unfortunately, there was no substantial sensation. Lacking
experience , I felt uneasy and didn't dare to go any deeper, but I was already very satisfied. I focused entirely on feeling
the heat emanating from her buttocks, the soft elasticity of her buttocks, and prayed that this ride would last as
long as possible!

As mentioned earlier, the girl was clinging to a pillar to maintain her balance on the bus, and I was slightly behind her,
my face directly facing her arm and the back of her hand. She was wearing a sleeveless dress, exposing her shoulders and hands
completely . Her skin was fair, and her arms were round, not thin, but rather full and fleshy.

The back of my hand was pressed against her buttocks, gently rubbing back and forth. I was even considering whether I could use
the swaying of the bus to lean forward and gently kiss her arm or fingers, but ultimately
I didn't dare, and I regretted it afterwards.

As the bus moved forward, about twenty minutes passed. Gradually, more people got off and fewer got on, and
the bus became relatively empty, not as crowded as before. To be honest, if the girl really felt harassed,
and was too embarrassed to avoid it before, and could only silently endure it, she could easily have moved to the side or taken a step
or two . But she didn't move an inch, still standing straight in front of me, as if she hadn't
noticed her surroundings.

I was truly touched: what a wonderful girl! I should have tried to take things further, like kissing her shoulder as mentioned
before , or even turning my hand around and caressing her gently with my palm.
However, I was too timid, afraid that going too far would upset her. Also, there were fewer people around, making it
less discreet and convenient to act. As a result, I didn't do anything I was supposed to do, remaining in the same
situation .

At most, I just took my hand out of my pocket and pressed it closer. As for her, she wasn't completely
inactive ; she seemed to shift her buttocks slightly to the side. My heart sank: Oh dear, does she not want to play anymore? Fortunately, it only
lasted a few seconds. Before I could follow, the feeling of fullness returned. Hehe, so I continued to press myself comfortably
against her buttocks, gently stroking her buttocks with my middle finger, inhaling her faint fragrance, and
feeling the moist warmth on my fingers.

Once the bus reached the city center, due to rush hour, there were many stops at red lights and bus stops. It was hot,
and without air conditioning, the lack of fresh air from the moving bus made it unbearably hot.

Although the bus wasn't crowded anymore, my girlfriend and I were still practically pressed together. I felt a little
embarrassed , but she remained nonchalant, intently looking out the window. I briefly
took my phone out of my bag to check the time, then put it back. I couldn't make out the model number; it was covered by a rubber
case, but at first glance, it seemed to be the same model as mine. If that were true, I thought, what a
coincidence!

Also, I loosened my grip on the handrail twice, as if it had gotten sore. I lifted it up, shook it a few times, and then gripped it again
. Because I had been completely focused on feeling the sensation in my left hand, I hadn't moved
my right hand suddenly realized my own hand was almost numb too
, so I quickly took the opportunity to relax as well, since over 30 minutes had already passed.

There was a little incident in the middle. A guy was sitting in the seat in front of the girl. He hadn't seemed to notice before, but now he tilted his head
, seemingly looking in my direction. However, his eyes were half-closed; I couldn't tell if he was dozing off or secretly
observing. I cursed inwardly but didn't think much of it. Anyway, no matter how hard I looked, he couldn't see what I was doing, thanks to the
girl's skirt. At most, he could see that the girl and I were standing quite close.

Besides, this guy's legs were stretched out in front of the girl, practically reaching my side.
In a way it was because of him that the girl and I were able to stand so close, haha. As for whether the other people behind us
saw anything, I didn't pay attention and didn't care.

As we got closer to our destination, I felt increasingly disappointed. This wonderful feeling in my hand, this
first real bus encounter, was about to say goodbye!

Honestly, at this point, I still couldn't grasp the girl's feelings. Although I desperately wanted to
do something further, I just didn't dare. The only thing I dared to do was increase the pressure on my hands, more in my mind
than vigorously rubbed her buttocks, really hoping to keep this wonderful feeling on
my hands forever. I also stretched my fingers out forcefully, trying to explore further, but after all, it was the back of my hand, and my ability was really limited.

If it were my palm instead of the back of my hand, the touch would be better, the range would be larger, and my fingers could be more flexible.
Unfortunately, I was still afraid at the time, afraid that the girl wouldn't agree, and afraid of being seen. In the end, I could only leave with regret.

Finally, there were only two stops left to reach our destination, and the train was getting emptier and emptier. Although there were still no empty seats,
there were only a few people standing. If I kept pressing tightly against the girl, it would probably be too obvious. It felt good
, but it would be a bit boring if others were watching.

Reluctantly, I could only rub my buttocks against hers one last time before
taking a step to the side to make my position seem less ambiguous, naturally moving away from her.

Less than half a minute later, she shifted back slightly, further away from me. At that moment,
I noticed the guy sitting in front of her seemed to relax, pulling his leg back and swinging it
a couple of times.

Apparently, his leg had been stretched out for a while and was getting tired. It was hard to pull it back when the car was crowded, and now that the car was less congested
, she was still standing there motionless. He must have found it a little strange,
no wonder he was glancing at us, haha.

Being further away actually made it easier to see her. I turned my head and glanced at her again, but she…
She remained focused, not even glancing in my direction. I also noticed that she lifted her left foot and lightly
stomped it a few times on the carriage floor, probably because her foot had gone numb.

Thinking about it, she really had it tough. I had more room to move around in the back, and although I didn't
move too much to keep my hands on my hips, I still couldn't do what she did—standing on the train for almost 40 minutes without moving an inch.
While part of the reason was because I was squeezing her, her ability to do that still moved me deeply and filled me with respect
!

Our destination was just ahead. I turned to my left as if to get off, but unexpectedly, she also
made a move. She turned her head and looked ahead; I don't know if she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye because it was too quick.
Then she turned around too, this time to her right, facing me directly.

Of course, she still didn't look at me, but instead turned her head to look at the door. However, even so, I could see her
face clearly. Very good. Although she wasn't a stunning beauty, she didn't disappoint me. From the front, she had a nice
figure , full and curvy, and because she was tall, she didn't look fat at all—no wonder her butt felt so good.

After a brief observation, the bus arrived at the station. It turned out she was getting off at the
same ! What a coincidence! I followed closely behind her, but didn't do anything, nor did I intend to.
I just glanced at her skirt around her hips, fantasizing about seeing a trace of moisture—of course, such a scenario
only happens in fantasy novels; no miracle occurred.

A ribbon tied in a bow hung down from her waist,
swaying behind her as she walked. Her skirt remained perfectly still; after all, my movements were very subtle.

After getting off the bus, she walked in the opposite direction. I took a few steps, stopped, and looked back.
I saw this lovely girl leave the station, swaying gracefully as she walked away, just
like all the other girls on the street. I watched her walk further and further away, disappearing into the vast crowd.

Throughout the entire ordeal, she never once looked in my direction.

[The End]

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