The most shameless case of sexual harassment on a bus

I'm just a working-class person exploited by capitalists, commuting by crowded bus every day, about four times a day,
roughly 110 times a month, and over 1300 times a year.

Even with so many bus trips a year, a romantic encounter on a bus is rare.
Several : First, the bus must be extremely crowded, and the crowd must
remain for a long time, not just one or two stops until it's packed with people getting off; second, when you finally manage to squeeze onto the bus, you must be surrounded by a woman, because
when , you can't move, and if you're surrounded by burly men, you'll only feel frustrated;
third, the woman around you must be someone you don't dislike; if it's an old woman or someone unattractive,
I doubt you'd be interested in bothering her; fourth, after physical contact, she must not
accuse you of being a pervert. So even though I take the bus over 1000 times a year, a romantic encounter is rare.

Because it's so difficult, I usually try not to think about sexual
harassment . Unless all four conditions mentioned above occur simultaneously, I won't take the opportunity to have some fun. Therefore, I
advise any interested wolves to be cautious and avoid harassment.

In April 2010, I had my first truly enjoyable bus encounter, which I posted about a few days ago as my first post on sis.
Some wolves jokingly said I used up all my luck for the year by having four encounters at once. And it's true; the second one happened in
July 2011.

Okay, enough rambling, here's the story, hoping it will amuse you wolves:

That day at work was unlucky; I got scolded by my boss's relative, and I was furious. After work, I took
a colleague's car to a bus stop to go home. I didn't wait long before the bus arrived, and
it was incredibly crowded. I squeezed on and stood behind the driver. There was a young girl to my left,
about my height, wearing a pink low-cut t-shirt and denim shorts. The t-shirt neckline was really
low, revealing her cute cleavage. Her breasts were small but round. Her right arm occasionally
brushed against my left arm. She was very warm, her skin was hot, and I carefully avoided her, trying to avoid
skin contact, because she seemed very wary, always on guard against me taking advantage of her. At the next
stop, more people got on, and the bus was practically packed, but many still wanted to board. Someone
next to complained, telling the driver not to let anyone else on. The driver said, "No, unless the bus is completely full,
I can't stop people from getting on." The driver directed the people at the front of the bus to move further inside.
Of course didn't move, because the girl next to me didn't. I like sitting next to girls on the bus because they smell
nicer.

The bus started moving, and the girl suddenly turned around, so her back was to me. Maybe she thought I was peeking at her
chest. Her turning around surprised me, because I had no intention of bothering her at all; her behavior piqued my
interest. I observed her figure—slim, with a tiny waist and a round, perky bottom. My
penis immediately reacted, becoming erect. Her buttocks were so beautiful; it would feel amazing to touch them. I
decided to try. I was nervous because there was a tall, voluptuous woman to my left, a mature woman,
and I felt she was constantly observing me; her expression seemed disdainful. But I couldn't resist
the allure . I overcame my nervousness and excitement, and turned around, positioning myself slightly to the right behind the girl
. I didn't dare stand directly behind her; that would be too abrupt, and I was afraid she would be offended. I first
intentionally or . It felt really good; her buttocks were round and plump, fleshy, and very
elastic. My heart started racing, and my penis began to harden. My hands were initially gripping
the crossbar behind the driver, but after turning around, I used my left hand to grab the handrail above the girl's head,
while my right hand remained on the crossbar, thus enveloping her body. My position was awkward and
didn't feel good at all, but to accomplish the important task of pressing against her butt, I persisted in this position,
occasionally taking the opportunity to brush against her bottom.

Suddenly, the girl leaned her upper body against the storage compartment behind the driver's seat, her buttocks arching out exaggeratedly
. Damn, her buttocks were so round! My eyes were practically spitting fire. I steeled myself, thinking, "What the hell, I'll
go all out today." Without hesitation, I pressed my lower body against her buttocks. I felt my penis
hard, already sticking out at an angle. I'd never been this hard on a bus before. I was pressed so tightly,
the girl could definitely feel something pressing against her buttocks, but she didn't react at all. I was so excited I almost fainted
. I stood on tiptoe, raising my body to better position my penis in her butt crack. As I
rose, my penis rubbed powerfully against her butt crack, making my body
tremble with pleasure. My left hand, gripping the handrail, trembled noticeably. My actions only made the tall, voluptuous woman on my left look at me with
even more disdain. Her gaze and facial expression brought me back to my senses. I lowered my heels and stood up straight.
With each rise and fall, I almost cried out in pleasure. The girl in front of me seemed to turn her head slightly,
but she didn't choose to move away or even change her posture. Instead, she took out her phone and started making a call.
Since she had allowed me to do this, I certainly wouldn't hold back. I pressed my penis firmly against her buttocks,
using considerable force; her buttocks were clearly dented from my thrust. Her buttocks were incredibly bouncy,
and I felt like I was pressing against a balloon. I pressed tightly against her buttocks, slowly swaying as I let my
penis rub against her butt crack. The feeling was amazing, like real sex, so intoxicating. I was
completely lost in lust, while the girl whose buttocks were being pressed against by my penis was still calmly making a phone call.

The bus was driving smoothly, and there were still so many people on board. The girl didn't move an inch
, letting me press against her buttocks. I was almost incredulous. The people behind me were being urged by the driver to
move further into the bus, but I was like a blood-sucking mosquito, greedily clinging to the girl, refusing to move an
inch. I think she might want to move away, but she couldn't, because the woman to my left was like a
mountain of flesh blocking her way into the bus, and to her right were pillars and crossbars,
occupied by another short but large woman. Behind her was me, pressing my lower body tightly against her.
I pressed my penis against her butt. After she finished her call, she realized my movements were too aggressive. She glanced back at me and then
straightened up. I quickly pulled my lower body back. With her body straight, her buttocks weren't as prominent, but their
shape was still round and perky, very sexy. I stared, my eyes still burning. I could sense the girl
in front of me wanted to move away to escape my harassment, but she didn't even have room to turn around, let alone
move. What surprised me was that the two large women on either side of me refused to budge.

The girl took out her phone to make another call, and my opportunity had come again. I felt both excited and nervous, but
after the previous experience, I thought it wouldn't be a problem for me to continue pressing against her. After only a moment's hesitation, I
pressed my hot lower body against her buttocks again. This time, it didn't feel as good as when she had her buttocks up, because
before, I was pressing against her, my penis was inserted into her butt crack, but now it was just touching, the contact wasn't
as close. Just as I expected, the girl still let me do as I pleased, without any resistance or
displeasure. When I let go of her earlier, my penis went limp for a moment, but now, as soon as I pressed against her
, it immediately hardened. Once it was hard, I felt embarrassed to thrust too hard, but I still pressed against her buttocks.
I thought if this continued, I might ejaculate on the bus today. The girl was still on the phone,
saying the bus was incredibly crowded and there were still eight or nine stops before she could get off. I was overjoyed; eight or nine stops meant I
had plenty of time to continue enjoying myself.

I kept pressing against her buttocks, unwilling to let go for even a moment. After about two stops, I had
a bolder idea; I wanted to reach out and touch her buttocks. Although I had harassed women on buses before,
I had never actually touched a woman's buttocks properly before. This was a challenge, and I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. The bus was indeed crowded. I released
my right hand from the handrail and forcefully slipped my hand between myself and the fat woman to my right, placing my palm
in front of my thigh. My heart pounded even harder. Several times I wanted to reach out and touch her, but I pulled back abruptly.
The girl was still on the phone, oblivious to everyone else. The tall, voluptuous woman to my left seemed to read my mind,
constantly glancing my way. I couldn't help but scrutinize her; her looks and figure didn't really
interest me. Otherwise, I might have let her touch me a couple of times, to give her some pleasure. After hesitating a few times, I gritted my teeth and finally placed
my right palm on the right side of the girl's buttocks. Her buttocks weren't large, but round and plump, like a woman's large
breasts; my palm could almost cover them. Her denim shorts were made of thick fabric, but not too stiff. Although I couldn't directly
feel the tender flesh inside, I could feel the nice curve, round like a ball.

After my palm rested on half of her buttocks for a while, my excited heart finally calmed down a bit. I began to gently move my palm, letting it feel the elasticity of her buttocks; they really were like a round ball. I really wanted to squeeze
hard, but ultimately I felt a little guilty and didn't dare.
I slowly stroked and even rubbed her breasts, expanding my
touch until I reached the base, the cleft, and then her
genitals—but I didn't dare. Lost in my own world, I suddenly turned and looked down at my hand. Startled,
I quickly pulled my hand away from her buttocks, but it was too cramped to remove. I felt
embarrassed, flustered, and a little scared. Thankfully, she immediately turned her head back after seeing my hand leave
. She didn't react. Her forbearance made me think she didn't mind my actions,
so as soon as she turned back, I immediately pressed my lower body against her buttocks again, and my right hand
mercilessly pressed against her right breast, thrusting and stroking, thrusting and
stroking, as if I were truly immersed in sex. In broad daylight, I was groping a strange girl,
as if I were fondling something personal, or perhaps having sex with a prostitute. The feeling was strange,
exciting, and made me feel lightheaded. When the bus stopped at the next stop and people boarded, I would stop briefly,
then continue as soon as it started moving again. After two stops, when the bus stopped again and people boarded, I didn't
stop what I was doing. The woman to my right was blocking other people's view. As I continued my actions
, the bus started moving again.

The girl was still on the phone; perhaps only by continuing to talk could she alleviate her panic and unease.
She was definitely trying to appear calm, not wanting anyone to see that she was being harassed by a pervert. Human desires
are truly endless, pushing their limits. I was thinking about how I'd been touching her buttocks for several stops, and she hadn't
resisted . What if I touched her breasts? Would she react? This thought made my heart race again
, and I got excited. After all that time, touching and stroking, I was getting a little tired, and my
erection was starting to soften. I wanted to try something new. I stretched out my trembling right hand and
slowly moved it upwards along her right side, her body pressed against it. I touched the right side of her breast,
feeling the texture of her clothes. Suppressing my barely suppressed excitement, I continued to explore further. My fingers
moved slowly towards her chest, the movements subtle, my fingers trembling. I touched her right bra; it was
the firm kind, the kind girls with small breasts wear. My thumb touched
the lower right side of her right breast, and my index and middle fingers touched the lower front of her right breast, creating a pinching
motion. I squeezed with a little force, but I could only feel the firmness of her bra; I couldn't feel the flesh or elasticity of her breasts.
It seemed her breasts really weren't big. I wanted to push my fingers forward and upward so that my palm could completely
grasp her breasts. She was still on the phone when a man to her left peeked at
her chest, perhaps noticing the extra hand. I felt a little embarrassed and stopped,
only continuing to squeeze the base of her breasts. Suddenly, the girl snapped awake,
looking sharply towards her lower right chest. I hastily withdrew my right hand, the back of my hand resting against the pillar, still trembling slightly. Seeing I had withdrawn, the girl
didn't continue her outburst but continued her phone call.

Touching her breasts was too difficult and dangerous, so I temporarily suppressed the urge and began
another round of pleasure, pressing against her buttocks. I grabbed the upper left handrail with my left hand, the pillar with my right, and brought my feet
close to her heels, allowing my body to press even closer to hers. My lower body was pressed firmly against
her buttocks, while my upper body leaned back as if there were a few centimeters between us—actually, this was just my…
It was all a facade for the other passengers. During my earlier harassment, my penis was semi-erect
against her buttocks, but I only pressed against it, rarely making rhythmic thrusting movements.
I only thrust forward when the bus swayed or someone squeezed past me from behind. However, since I couldn't touch her breasts, I
decided to continue my harassment with actual intercourse; I wanted more pleasure. I started rhythmically moving
my lower body back and forth, pressing my penis against her round, perky buttocks. My penis was inserted into her
buttocks cleft, like a woman's vagina. My actions were standing and penetrating from behind
. I thrust in and out, her buttocks bouncing rhythmically—the elasticity was really good.
The thing I had fantasized about countless times finally happened. On the bus, behind a completely unfamiliar girl,
my penis pressed against her buttocks cleft, making continuous thrusting movements. This girl had a very round, perky
buttocks, a very slender, curvy waist, fair skin, and a fairly good appearance, although
she had some acne. Except for not actually inserting my hard, swollen penis into her vagina, all the movements and sensations
were just like having sex. On the bus, in front of dozens, even hundreds of people, thrusting my penis into a girl's buttocks—
the feeling was both tense and exciting. I was incredibly excited, so excited that my internal organs ached, my whole body
felt weak, and I even felt faint. But I didn't want to stop, because never before had I been
so thorough, so shameless, so long.

The girl in front of me was slender, with a small waist, a perky butt, fair skin, and a beautiful face—everything I
liked and longed for. I felt like my dream had come true; how could I give up? However, I was
on a bus, with dozens of complete strangers. I could be mistaken for
a pervert, scorned, or even taken to the police station at any moment if the girl resisted or fought back. So I maintained some
rationality . Therefore, after two more stops, when it was almost my turn to get off, I stopped harassing her. The girl
turned to her right, so I couldn't bump into her butt. With her body turned to the side,
I could see her cleavage again; her breasts were small and round, and I really wanted to grab them. She started
making a phone call again, saying she was getting off at a certain station. I vaguely heard her say a station that sounded like mine, and
a wave of panic washed over me. She said she'd have someone pick her up at the station; what if a group of people came and beat
me up? Wouldn't I be in big trouble? I was a little flustered, but my eyes kept glancing at her chest
. We were getting closer to the station; there was no chance. I couldn't possibly grab her
breast in front of so many people. We arrived at the station, and she wanted to get off through the front door. I made room for her, and she quickly got off. I
initially wanted to get off through the back door, but seeing that the front door was open, I followed her off.

She turned around, saw me, and could no longer hide her panic. She took a few
quick hailed a motorcycle taxi, sped off, and vanished in an instant. At that
moment, the pedestrian light turned red. I pretended to be calm and waited at the intersection, but my heart was pounding.
I was afraid the girl would rush back and get someone to beat me up. My penis went limp, and a fluid kept
leaking out. My body felt uncomfortable, as if I'd been beaten up. Finally, the light turned green, and I
crossed the street with the flow of people. I couldn't help but glance a few times in the direction the girl had disappeared. A sense of accomplishment and
satisfaction growing stronger and stronger. I started to get excited. I wanted to shout, "Ah! So good!"

This was the most shameless instance of sexual harassment I'd ever committed on a bus. The girl didn't get angry from the beginning until she got off the bus, and I
harassed her for over half an hour. I think I'll never have that opportunity again. As it turned
out, this harassment used up all my luck again, and I haven't had such
an opportunity since. The above is absolutely true; those who don't believe me can treat it as a story. Finally, let me say it again: harassment is
risky; proceed with caution.

[The End]

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