The bus is overloaded.

Date: April 12, 2008

Location: Xi'an

Bus: Route 601

Time: 7:30 AM

Weather: Light rain turning

cloudy It started raining incessantly when I woke up, which dampened my spirits. However,
what happened next brought a pleasant surprise to this gloomy weather…

Perhaps due to the weather this morning, the Route 601 bus was late. Meanwhile, the Route 5 and 30
buses kept whizzing by, making me wonder if the Route 601 bus drivers and conductors
were on strike like the China Southern Airlines pilots? After waiting for about 20 minutes, it finally arrived. As expected, it was almost
full, and at my stop (after much consideration, I decided not to reveal the name of my stop to protect myself),
there were seven or eight other people waiting for it.

After finally squeezing on, a
cacophony
assaulted my senses: sweat, perfume, the distinctive smell of damp clothes in the rain, and so on. Well... naturally, there's also the smell of rainwater clinging to the umbrella.

Uh... I seem to have gone off-topic. Let's get back to the point, cough—cough. Knowing the carriage was already quite full,
that damn driver kept pressing the "Passengers boarding, please move to the back" button. Damn, it was so noisy. There was nothing I could do;
several guys behind me kept trying to move to the back, so I was forced to move as well. Finally, near
the back door, I saw a girl with no one standing behind her (as everyone knows, when it's crowded,
the carriage is usually two or three stories high, and most people are concentrated at the front). Someone must have just gotten off.
Without thinking, I moved over.

I swear, I absolutely didn't have any dirty thoughts at first. She never turned around (I
only saw her face after she got off). From behind, she was of average height, about 165 cm, with shoulder-length
black hair. She probably had just washed it that morning; the scent of Herbal Essences lavender wafted into my
nose . It smelled wonderful, and I couldn't help but sniff a few more times. A light blue t-shirt, white trousers (
white ?...). Her large backpack was probably slung backwards in front of her chest to avoid pickpockets.
A high school student, I thought. But the scent of her perfume wafting over me along with her hair made me
doubt my judgment (PS: I absolutely hate strong, overpowering perfumes). That faint
, almost imperceptible fragrance kept stimulating my central nervous system; it smelled really good. Her body was definitely not
voluptuous, even somewhat thin. I couldn't see her breasts, but judging from the back straps of her t-shirt, they weren't very large; overall, she
was petite.

She was holding onto the handrail above the window, which made her lean slightly forward, and her buttocks—well……
were right in front of my little dd. At first, I was still somewhat gentlemanly, trying
to keep , but as the bus stopped at each station, and more people got on than off, the bus became
increasingly crowded. Maintaining that distance was no longer possible, and my body began to press tightly against hers.

Cars usually move slowly in the rain, but today the driver seemed to
be , so constant braking and acceleration were inevitable. Naturally, her buttocks
rubbed against my penis. I'm a man, and a virile one at that, and in this environment and with this stimulation
, an erection seemed to be my only option (I'm not a monk...). Honestly, I didn't initially
pay much attention to it, but who can remain calm in this situation? Backing away wasn't realistic; I was
already doing well just to avoid being pushed forward by the person behind me. As the stimulation lasted longer, my psychology
started become somewhat abnormal. From passively accepting, I began—actively trying. I deliberately
rubbed my penis against her buttocks from side to side to gain sensual satisfaction.

When reason is defeated by emotion, one breaks through the last psychological barrier. And that
's , from the initial very low frequency of friction to gradually increasing the intensity (
I didn't dare rub up and down for fear of being discovered, only side to side). She didn't seem to notice at all, perhaps because she lacked
experience and common sense in this area. Or perhaps...?

Feeling guilty, even though the car was already severely overloaded, I still looked around –
the first time I'd ever done this, afraid of being discovered. And what I saw was shocking! I found myself surrounded by women
, yes, surrounded by women! To my left was a woman in business attire, a typical office lady, probably around twenty-five or
twenty-six. After braking, perhaps realizing her arm wasn't in the right position on the crossbar, she intentionally or unintentionally
pressed her hand against mine, which was gripping the crossbar. To be honest, she wasn't particularly attractive, and I didn't pay close attention to her figure
; staring at someone in such a crowded environment would be incredibly awkward for both of us. Her breasts were nice and full
(don't ask me her size; I'm not trained in that area). But her skin was very smooth,
something I could clearly feel through our close contact. Intimate contact with a woman's exposed skin (cough –
just , just an arm) was a little stimulating, though not
as intense as the girl directly in front of me, but her warm body heat was undeniably transmitted through our connection. She seemed to be
enjoying the situation, showing no intention of moving away.

The woman on the right was probably over thirty. I couldn't see her face; she
was talking to a friend, laughing loudly when she got excited, her plump
figure radiating from the laughter. Give up, give up. I immediately turned my head back. The situation behind me wasn't clear, and turning around
was impossible in the current circumstances.

Should I just stay where I was and enjoy it, or should I take further action like some experts? That was the question.
My left hand was useless, and I didn't intend to lose this special intimacy with my OL. My right hand? -- I
still had to protect my bag; it contained my phone and wallet. I wasn't stupid enough to ignore the danger of my phone and
wallet being stolen and go to… I started to feel frustrated. Why didn't I have a third hand?
Why?

The bus arrived at Duanlimen Station in this overcrowded state, and the number of passengers
reached its peak at this stop. Several people have already started complaining that the place is already so full, so why open the front door again?
(People) are here. But in the noisy carriage, the driver can't hear anything, and even if he did, he'd probably
just ignore it. What? It's full, squeeze in a bit more, squeeze in a bit more, hey you, move back a bit, can't you see
there's space in the back? There's space in the back, how can you even say that? There's no room left, it's even hard to breathe.

I just closed my eyes, letting my last bit of shame disappear (out of sight, out of mind). I just
enjoyed it, and for a moment, I even wished the bus would just keep going like this, with no one getting off, no
end in sight...

Gradually, the side-to-side friction wasn't enough for me. I started rubbing up and down, and used the sudden braking to forcefully thrust against her
buttocks. I believe her little did had already started to pitch a standard tent on my trousers at this point.
And she, the girl whose face I hadn't even seen yet, the
girl who had given me such pleasure this morning, still showed no reaction. I wondered if I was too lucky; she still hadn't
noticed, hadn't reacted at all…

But my worries seemed unnecessary; my repeated "attacks" finally had an effect. She began to straighten her
body from a slight forward lean to a full back, perhaps thinking that this would prevent the
man behind her from pressing his "strange thing" against her buttocks.

Like most beautiful wishes that ultimately fail, her actions didn't stop me.
At this point, I only needed to slightly arch my back to restore our previous "coordination" (of course, this
was just my own opinion) and continue enjoying the pleasure she brought me…

She even ignored the fact that when she straightened up, the already short distance between us became even closer—
I was referring to the dangerously alluring scent of her hair. If before I needed to exert a little effort to sniff
, now that head of jet-black, glossy hair was less than 3 centimeters from my nose. I only needed to
lower my head to immerse myself more deeply in her fragrance, if I wanted.

I believed she could feel every breath I took, for I could clearly see her hair moving slightly with
each exhale. Suddenly, a wicked thought crossed my mind. I tilted my head,
letting my breath blow directly behind her ear. I wanted to see how she would react; wouldn't that
be interesting? Of course, my lower body's "movement" never stopped.

The first few times, she didn't react. So I increased the force of my exhale. She began to sense it, unconsciously shaking
her head . Perhaps this was normal for her, but—for me, it was like a
bombshell. Her perfume, already incredibly alluring to me, mixed with the scent of her hair, assaulted me with a 300
% ! I was completely captivated. At that moment, I could feel my heart
pounding violently, as if it were about to burst out of my chest. I made an even bolder move, exhaling through my mouth,
slowly to her ear, some even entering her earlobes. Yes, I knew
how ! She paused slightly, and I was so startled by it that my blood ran cold. That slight
pause felt like tens of seconds, or even minutes. All she had to do was
turn her head seventy degrees to the right to see me!

But… she didn’t. Yes, she didn’t. She—just paused slightly.
I don’t know how long it took for her next breath to follow. What I do know is that when her next breath reached her
ear , she acted as if nothing had happened. And this signal undoubtedly
injected me, this “terminally ill” person, with a dose of high-purity morphine!

What is the distance between “harassment” and “flirting”? I don’t know. At least
from , the near-zero distance between us would make them think we were a couple, whispering
sweet nothings. A few minutes later, her earlobes turned red from congestion. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I could clearly
feel her breathing quicken slightly (I think in this environment, it would be impossible for me to feel her breathing,
haha).

In this delicate situation, a strange feeling formed between us. My lips
were almost touching her ear, and now she had closed her eyes,
a faint blush appearing on her cheeks (well, to be precise, on the side I could see). Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and below her high
nose were her lips, unadorned and so pink, as if they would break at the slightest touch. I
almost couldn't control myself and kissed her.

The contact between our lower bodies pulled me back into the vortex of desire. With that "tacit consent,"
what increased the intensity and depth of my kiss. Let me be pushed to the peak by pure sensual stimulation, let the stimulation come
even more fiercely!

Suddenly, her buttocks leaned back, and what was once a fleeting touch had now evolved
into a complete and utter fusion. Could it be... she was enjoying it too?! My brain went blank; to be precise
, I was at a loss (I'm ashamed). I stopped what I was doing, pondering what to do. We were in a car
, after all; I couldn't just…

The next situation gave me an answer, the only answer. I felt it, clearly felt it, her
hips swaying slightly. My angel, what kind of gospel are you trying to deliver to me…

Damn—the one-sided "harassment" had now turned into mutual "flirting," and just
half an hour were complete strangers. I immediately decided, or rather, my subconscious had already made the decision for me:
continue our little secret, let desire sustain our "agreement," and
make even more intense!

The friction intensified; each time I thrust, I pushed harder, and each time she pulled back, she did the same.
I adjusted the angle so my penis could move in and out of her cleft, though not reaching
the depth of a real orgasm, but I believe she was very satisfied with this adjustment. She stopped swaying back and forth and began
thrusting back and forth. Then I noticed her hand that was gripping the bar loosened and slipped into
the gap ! My God, what is she doing...aren't she afraid of being seen?! A faint
groan escaped from the girl in front of me! The various noises from the carriage reached my
ears, amplified countless times, and my movements were aroused to an intense degree by this groan.
Oh, my angel, please stop provoking me like this, or I'll really lose control, you know?

Even so, who can resist the longing to hear it again? Who wouldn't want to hear
it one more time? But just that one sound—even now, when I recall it, I still wonder if my hearing
deceived me?

Push up, lean closer. Push up again, lean closer again. In this repeated pushing and leaning, we
were both pursuing the highest point of desire! We were completely immersed in this
game that only we could experience, no longer caring if others noticed, no longer caring if our movements were too vigorous,
just for that moment that both our hearts and bodies yearned for!

Suddenly, her movements became much stiffer, and I saw her eyes suddenly open wide,
her exquisite lips slightly parted. I thought she might be close to climax! So I pushed even more frantically, even more
vigorously , and after a few thrusts, after one final push, she clamped my penis between her legs through my trousers and stopped moving. After that,
I could only feel her hips trembling violently but rhythmically for a full minute. Yes, she
had reached her climax!!!

She seemed a little tired afterward, her leg strength seemed to wane (because of the "intense
exercise"?), and she began to lean back. I felt her entire body was completely drained of energy,
limp powerless
. For some reason, I didn't continue thrusting, but just let her lean against me (please, I haven't reached my climax yet!), comfortably and languidly. I buried my head deeply in her hair, breathing in the fragrance of her hair, her perfume, and the slight sweat from her "intense exercise ." We continued our tenderness in that position. At that moment, heaven seemed so close, and the angel in heaven—my beloved—was right beside me. Can you imagine a better situation ? I can't… … After what seemed like an eternity, a very unpleasant sound came from the right, instantly shattering the beautiful intimacy between us and pulling me back to reality. "Excuse me, could you please open the window a little? It's so stuffy, I can't breathe!" I knew who that voice was without even looking. Ugh, I wanted to strangle the owner !!! The window opened in response, and a fresh breeze carrying the earthy scent of rain rushed in. It instantly invigorated me. Looking around, I noticed that OL had gotten off the bus sometime earlier, and there weren't many people left. She seemed to have suddenly realized something because of the fresh air; she struggled to stand up straight, her head bowed low, her hair obscuring her face. I wondered what she was thinking (though even if I saw her, I wouldn't know). But I didn't have time to think about it—"North Gate, North Gate, passengers please prepare to disembark." Oh, damn it! I had to get off and transfer to another bus. I hesitated for a moment, then mustered my courage and leaned close to her back one last time, softly saying, "I hope we can meet again. By the way, I think the 'Moisturizing Party Shampoo' would suit you better." I then lightly kissed her cheek, which was still flushed. Then I practically ran off the bus. Humans are always greedy, and I was no exception. I couldn't help but turn back, wanting to see what the girl with whom I shared this "little secret " looked like. What a face she had! I wouldn't say she was stunningly beautiful, but she had a very pure and innocent look. Her large eyes cast such an innocent gaze (well, if I had to say, there was also a hint of allure after tenderness). Her small lips were still so delicate, so pink (I really wanted to take a bite!). Her smooth face was flawless, completely natural, needing no embellishment. Any makeup would only ruin such natural beauty. I was so glad she only wore a light perfume… I think I… I'm starting to fall in love with her, or rather, I'm starting to like her. In my relief, I realized: I didn't know her name; I didn't know her phone number; I didn't even have her MSN! Uh, driver, wait for me! Don't drive off! Girl, tell me your name, your phone number, or even your MSN! Wait for me… [The End]

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