On a long-distance bus with a strange woman

During my first five years in the Pearl River Delta, when I was traveling for work every day, changing buses 7 or 8 times a week to visit several clients, I often saw myself having sex on public buses (this "every time" refers to a cycle of several times a week). Sex on long-distance sleeper buses, especially between lovers or couples, would happen multiple times on almost every bus (in the past, sleeper buses had two people sitting side by side without a partition). Sex on long-distance buses between strangers also happened frequently. It can be said that as long as a young or middle-aged couple happened to buy tickets and sit in the same double seat, there would inevitably be conscious sexual contact, ranging from touching to intercourse, and it was not uncommon for them to exchange contact information.

Before this incident, I had previously had sex with a strange woman on a long-distance bus. Of course, there was also a story of sex with a complete stranger, a "mentor," on a long-distance sleeper bus during my university years. Perhaps I'll recount those stories later. Here, I'm only talking about my most thrilling 3P or what could be called a 4P experience (the last girl, due to her ability, didn't fully penetrate or ejaculate). I appreciate the support of friends who have had similar experiences, and I hope you won't hesitate to click the heart while reading. Thank you!

You can check my previous posts to see that bus sex is commonplace for me. In fact, ever since I was sexually harassed to ejaculation by a strange woman on a bus in my second year of junior high, I've become a veritable bus pervert. Enough of

the digression, let's get back to the point.

This happened back in 1999. My wife was then my girlfriend (hereinafter referred to as my girlfriend). We had been living together in the Pearl River Delta for a year. Back then, I had great stamina; we basically had sex 2-3 times a day, ejaculating 1-2 times (nowadays, I often don't ejaculate, probably because my glans penis is less sensitive from excessive sex, making my sexual ability seem particularly strong and lasting. Some people might envy this, but actually, it reduces sexual pleasure, which isn't good for me. I wonder if any doctors or fellow sex enthusiasts can offer some advice).

One Friday in July, my girlfriend received a call from home saying her grandmother was critically ill. Her grandmother doted on her, and my girlfriend cried immediately upon hearing the news. She took a week off and was going home that very night. We had been living together for over a year and hadn't yet met her future father-in-law. With such a serious situation, we naturally had to go back together. However, my manager was away on a business trip, and since cell phones weren't as common then, I couldn't contact him to ask for leave. So, I had to go back with my girlfriend directly after work.

My girlfriend's hometown is in a remote rural area of Hunan, with no planes or trains, only long-distance sleeper buses. That night, my girlfriend wasn't in the mood, and we only made love once under the blanket on the sleeper train. The next morning, when I got home, I found out that my grandmother wasn't sick at all; it was just that my girlfriend hadn't been home for over a year since we got together, and he missed her, so he made up an excuse to trick her into going back (I later found out that her family thought my home was too far away and tricked her into going back for a blind date). At the time, my girlfriend's family wasn't very accepting of me and kept a close eye on me. Even though my girlfriend and I had been living together for over a year (without telling my family), we still lived separately after I went back, and they kept a close watch on us. Apart from the time I forced myself on her in the outhouse when she took me to her house on Saturday noon, there were no other opportunities. Because I couldn't get leave, I could only rush back to Shenzhen on Sunday night.

My girlfriend's home was very remote, and her father-in-law didn't help me buy a ticket in the town 10 miles away. He only managed to flag down a sleeper train back to Shenzhen on the road at the village entrance around 6 pm. Luckily, there was still a seat left on the last row of the upper deck, on the left side by the window, which was the corner of the last row of the upper deck of the sleeper train. Older travelers might remember that in the old sleeper cars, the last row had five seats together, with one seat in the aisle.

After buying my ticket and saying goodbye to my girlfriend and father-in-law, I found my seat with my luggage. There, lying on top of me, was a young woman with glasses, a rather elegant air, and a small child. She was wearing a loose-fitting short-sleeved t-shirt over a white, loose maternity dress. Her baby was only a few months old and still breastfeeding. Next to her, towards the middle, was a young woman who looked already half asleep. After I climbed up, the young woman with the child (I'll refer to her as "A" from now on) squeezed in and gave me her seat. My job requires frequent business trips, and I'm an outgoing person, so I struck up a conversation with A after boarding. I learned that she was an English teacher at a middle school in her hometown in Hunan, and her husband was from the same county where she had studied in college. He was now a design manager at a company in Shenzhen with a good income. Her child was only six months old, and it was summer vacation; her husband wanted to see their daughter, as they had been separated for almost half a year, so he was taking her to visit.

I kept scrutinizing this woman. She was truly a beautiful woman with a refined air, fair skin, and a great figure. She was quite tall, with long legs, almost as tall as me. Her breasts were particularly full, probably close to a D cup, likely due to breastfeeding. I was fixated on her, constantly praising her daughter for resembling her, being beautiful, and having great skin—a real beauty in the making.

As we chatted quietly, she turned to her side to breastfeed her child. It was evening, and the long-distance bus was dimly lit, with most people dozing or asleep. I was by the window, and when she turned to talk to me, her body blocked the view of those on the other side. The two seats in the last row by the window were out of the view of those in front. In the peripheral light from outside the window, her full, fair breasts and bright red, plump nipples constantly stimulated my hormones. When she saw me staring at her chest, her face flushed, but it was clear that she also had feelings for me.

It had been almost two days since I'd had sex, which was cruel for someone who used to have sex two or three times a day on average. In the ambiguous exchange of glances, my desire was slowly aroused. My little brother was getting hard. After chatting for half an hour, while praising the child again, I couldn't resist reaching out to stroke her chubby face. My fingers casually brushed against her fair and full breasts (she had been unbuttoning her maternity dress and lifting her t-shirt to breastfeed). To my ecstasy, each time I touched her, she looked down at the child, avoiding eye contact, her face flushed. After five or six attempts, I boldly placed my left hand on the child's face, my thumb, index, and middle fingers lightly resting on her cheeks, while the other two fingers rested on her breasts, gently stroking them back and forth. After a while, I heard her breathing become heavy, and she swallowed.

I'm going to get you today! I thought to myself, and at the same time, I pulled my thigh up and pressed it against hers. Her body tensed slightly, and her thigh pulled back a little, but I immediately pressed it against hers as well. She stopped moving. After two minutes, I gently moved my leg. She lay there motionless, her body stiff, one hand holding the child from below, the other lifting her t-shirt. After a while, the child fell asleep. She put the child down and nudged my hand. I wasn't about to let such a good opportunity slip by. I pressed my wrist against the child's face and lowered it, while my palm filled the space left by the child, grasping her breasts. I gently kneaded and rubbed them. She pulled her t-shirt down and pretended to push my hand away. I didn't let go, and as a result, the t-shirt covered my hand. Haha, I couldn't help but feel so smug that I almost laughed out loud.

So I grasped her breasts and kneaded and caressed them, while my thigh gently rubbed against one of hers. After a few minutes, she turned her head to look at the working girl behind her (referred to as C-girl after B appears). The working girl seemed to be asleep, emitting soft snores. Suddenly, she became much bolder. After turning back, she pressed her other thigh down, using her wide maternity dress to cover herself, and sandwiched my thigh between her two thighs. She pulled her hand that was holding the baby out from under the child, reached over, and grabbed my penis. Oh my god! I felt like I was in heaven.

She pinched her thumb, index, and middle fingers into a circle and tightly gripped my penis, while her little finger and ring finger played with my scrotum in my crotch. She was much more experienced than my girlfriend. I didn't back down. I moved closer to her, pulled my thighs together, and pressed my knee against her vulva, then kept circling it there. My left thumb and index finger gently pinched and kneaded her nipples in circles, while the other three fingers gently caressed her full breasts. Time passed slowly. In the dim light from the window, I could see her eyes blazing as she stared at me, making no attempt to hide her long-suppressed, volcanic desire. I decided to take things further. I lowered my legs and pressed them against her calves. With my right hand, which was pressed against her side, I lifted the child's head and reached over her neck to grasp her breast. My left hand, after lowering it from her breast, slipped under the wide hem of her maternity dress. Before I could even pull down her panties, I found them already sticky. Without saying a word, I pulled down her panties and went straight for the heart of the matter. I placed my entire palm on her mons pubis, and my middle finger groped its way into her vagina. Inside, love juices were already flowing like a tide, warm, moist, and sticky.

After exploring her vagina for a while, she became clearly aroused. She unbuttoned my pants, reached into my underwear, grabbed my penis, and began to stroke it. Her movements became more forceful; her thumb and forefinger fingernails gently scraped along the foreskin ring on the glans. This was the first time I had experienced such intense sexual stimulation. The constant electric current made me tremble all over. It seemed I had finally met my match! With my experience of seducing countless women on buses, I was determined not to be outdone. So, I immediately placed my thumb lightly on her clitoris, which was already erect. I gently stroked it, while my forefinger and middle finger entered her vagina and, together, accelerated their rotation along the vaginal wall. The effect was indeed excellent, giving her immense stimulation. Every time my thumb brushed against her clitoris, her body would convulse and tremble. It was time to penetrate!

I leaned closer and whispered to her, "Turn around, I'll go in from behind!" She was in a daze and didn't react at first, so I pinched her calf with my toe and repeated it twice. She glanced at me, pinched my glans hard, and then turned around, her back to me. My hand remained inside her vagina. As she turned, I gently nudged her towards me, and she understood, sticking her buttocks up. As she turned, I pulled my other hand out from under her, grabbed the thin blanket from under the pillow, and tried to cover myself with one hand while keeping the other hand out. Hehe, I think experienced guys understand this feeling: once inside, you almost always want to stay inside, but you can't cover yourself properly, so you have to use both hands to cover us with the blanket. I reached down to her lower body, then got out of bed and unbuckled my belt and buttons, pulled out my throbbing penis, and grabbed it. She seemed even more eager than I was. As soon as she grabbed it, she pulled it towards her genitals, her buttocks constantly shifting as she moved closer. Due to limited space, my first attempt failed; my penis only reached her buttocks. But for someone who had already had experience with sex in a sleeper car, it wasn't difficult. I pressed my upper body against the window and my lower body against her buttocks, while simultaneously pulling her buttocks. She knew what I meant, leaning forward and sticking her buttocks out even higher, our bodies forming a Y shape. My penis lay in the empty space at the top of the Y, and my penis finally aligned smoothly with her vagina and slowly entered. I heard her let out a long sigh of relief and swallow. Her vaginal walls were very tight, with a feeling of being gripped layer by layer. My penis wasn't actually that big, probably because she didn't have sex often, given that we lived apart. What I still don't understand is how skilled she was sexually. Thinking about it carefully, it must be because her high-income, long-distance husband constantly discussed and trained her with other women.

I gently rotated my penis from behind, but she seemed very nervous and didn't dare to move. Because of my forward lean, my face was almost touching the working girl in the middle. The working girl seemed to still be fast asleep. I turned my back to her, and then she became bolder. Her buttocks started to circle against my penis, and her hand rose from between her legs, sometimes stroking my penis, sometimes trying to reach over and lightly scrape my anus with the tip of her pinky finger. I admit that my passive sexual experience is pitifully small. My girlfriend has always been passively brought to orgasm by me. And how many women can you expect to be proactive when having sex on a bus? She was the first truly exceptional woman I encountered, and I still regret not getting her contact information. Even as I type this, I'm filled with remorse. Given our state that day, let alone exchanging contact information, I think she would have agreed even if I had asked her to stay at a roadside hotel for the night. The way she touched my anus was incredibly impactful. After all, this time, I experienced two unprecedentedly intense sexual stimuli from a complete stranger. Of course, the result was that I ejaculated within five minutes, releasing all the semen I had been holding back for two days into her body.

It was like a powerful and soaring symphony, the conductor's hand still waving in the air, but all the instruments abruptly ceasing to move. My penis was still tightly inserted into her vagina, and I knew it would remain erect for another 10-20 minutes, gradually dying down like a flame. Often, my girlfriend wouldn't even realize it after I ejaculated. But now, the tight vaginal walls and the intense ejaculation betrayed me. Her vagina was still sucking, trying to squeeze out the last drop of semen. The post-ejaculation fatigue left me weak, and I could only press myself motionless against her back, trying to push the penis in deeper. Time passed slowly, and the hardness and diameter of the erection gradually decreased. She twisted her waist slightly in dissatisfaction, and the penis slipped out of her vagina. Her hand was still clenched, her fingers still trying to make it erect, but I knew it was futile. To comfort her, I put my fingers inside her again, but this time, she didn't accept it. She put down the penis, pushed away my hand, which was covered in our bodily fluids, and a sense of loss washed over me. Perhaps she had already orgasmed when I touched her clitoris, I thought to myself, trying to console myself. My hand was still inside her skirt, my fingers and palms covered in liquid, the back of my hand sticky as well. A large patch of her skirt was wet. She seemed tired; she returned to a normal position and closed her eyes to rest. With my other hand, I pulled a pack of tissues from my bag and stuffed them under the covers to clean up our messy battlefield. She lay motionless, seemingly asleep. Outside the window, the light from behind shone on my face. Although tired, a sense of loss still filled my heart. On such a night, in such a car, such a woman lay quietly on my body, her body at my mercy, her child sleeping peacefully before me. But tomorrow? She would get off the car, take her child, and leave me, becoming a stranger. My heart sank into emptiness; the initial desire to conquer, the urge to regain my erection, vanished completely…

Life is like that, like a coin toss. There's always a chance that, just when you're certain it's either A or B, you'll be presented with the C side up. At least, that was how it was for me that night. Just as I was feeling down and about to fall asleep, fate brought B-girl into the picture. It seemed as if heaven had ordained me for this crazy night, as if God intended for me to fully understand a woman's desires in one night. Whatever the reason, she appeared. The car slowly came to a stop in a relatively bustling county town. A girl's clear, melodious voice came from the door: "Driver, is there a seat?"...

[The End]

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