A True Account of the Bus Paoliang

On March 26th, I was on a business trip from city A to city B. As soon as I got on the bus, the driver called out to sit according to the seat number. I didn't really like that, haha, actually, people who know what I mean don't like it either. But I was lucky. After finding my seat, I saw a young woman in her mid-twenties, about 25 or 26, putting her luggage on the overhead rack. Her luggage was a bit heavy and she couldn't put it up. She was wearing a camel-colored trench coat over a black undershirt (actually, I don't know what to call it, it's something you can wear outside or as an undershirt, unlike thermal underwear). Because she stretched out her arms, her belly button was exposed, and she was a little chubby. There were some black lace decorations around her neck, and the material looked cheap. As a pervert, I absolutely had to help. So I quickly put my laptop bag inside and lent a helping hand to put her bag on the overhead rack. She thanked me and gave me her seat, so I went inside and sat down. The space was cramped, and putting my laptop bag on the shelf wasn't safe, so I put it near my feet, which was basically encroaching on her space. She also had a duffel bag underneath her, the kind you get as a free gift with clothes from a clothing store. I noticed a leopard-print undershirt and a wide belt inside. Seeing that leopard print top immediately made my penis hard, but I had to pretend to be serious.

As soon as the train started moving, I struck up a conversation: "Do you know when this train arrives in City B?" Actually, I've traveled from City A to City B at least five times, each time taking about four hours, so I'm quite familiar with the journey.

She said seriously, "It's 1:20 now, probably around 5 o'clock. It'll be faster if we take the highway." "You seem to know it well. Are you from City A or City B?" I continued, though I'd already recognized her City B accent.

"From City B. Aren't you a local?" And so we chatted casually. She kept asking me which road we were on, then trying to figure out where we were, acting like she knew the place very well.

Half an hour had passed since we left. It was very hot today, so she took off her camel coat and covered herself with it, dozing off with her eyes half-closed. I looked at her closely; her looks were average, but her figure was fairly well-proportioned, although she had a little extra fat around her waist. Overall, she was alright. Two small pimples on the left side of her chin were particularly noticeable. Her black top was slightly see-through, revealing a white bra underneath, which I estimated to be a B cup. Overall, she looked a bit dowdy; she probably wasn't the type to be a prostitute. This reassured me a bit. Although I really wanted to slip my hand inside her clothes, I didn't have the courage yet.

She dozed off for a while, then woke up again, saying she couldn't sleep well. She told me that number 19 should be by the window, and number 20 should be by the corridor. I was in number 20, so I just smiled and didn't argue. I said if you wanted to sleep by the window, we could switch. So we switched places. She said she wanted to sleep by the window, and then I generously offered to lean on her shoulder.

She didn't say whether she wanted to or not, but curled up a little further out and started to doze off. I wanted to talk to her, but she seemed really sleepy. Half an hour later, she woke up and started chatting again: "Are you asleep?" "Yes, I'm not too sleepy now. Aren't you going to sleep?" "I can't sleep on the bus, and the light is too bright." This time, I was really focused on what she said, mainly to test her reaction.

She noticed the slightly suggestive look in my eyes as I stared at her. "It's because the curtains in the car window keep swaying back and forth, it's glaring and makes it hard to sleep." Then we chatted about the local customs, food, and drinks of B city. After a while, she wanted to sleep again, so she leaned against the car window. The vibrations were too strong, so she actually leaned on my shoulder. I was incredibly excited. I gently moved my hand towards her leg. Actually, there wasn't much to touch on her leg; she was wearing jeans like me, and although the material was soft, it didn't feel great. But at the time, it was exciting, a tentative step. My hand touched her leg, but she didn't react.

After a while, she woke up again, groggily stretching and pulling the curtains closed. I suggested, "You can cover your head with your coat so it won't keep swaying in your eyes." As I said this, my eyes were full of desire; she definitely understood.

She pretended not to understand, took my advice, and covered her head. Since she had already leaned on my shoulder and we had talked for so long, and she hadn't seemed wary of my lustful gaze, I started to get bolder. With her head covered, I placed my left hand directly on her thigh. She grabbed my hand, trying to pull it away, but her strength was weak, and she couldn't. She then put her hand back under the buttons of her jeans to protect her private parts.

Hehe, with this crucial step forward, my hand, hidden under her coat, became much bolder, caressing her thighs, her inner thighs, and even reaching towards her genitals, gently stroking them. She let out a soft exclamation, "You're so horny!" and then forcefully pulled my hand away. I didn't dare to be too presumptuous, so I put my hand back on her thigh. Her jeans were soft, and she wasn't wearing any thermal underwear. Touching her abdomen, I felt a little fleshy. Her hand remained cautiously guarded, afraid I would slip inside. Actually, I did want to find an opportunity to slip inside. Under her tight defense, I failed. But being able to freely caress her thighs inside was exciting enough in itself. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned; if it were a skirt, stockings, or even leggings, it would be better! What a pity!

After half an hour, my fingers once again attacked her clitoris, this time through her jeans, and I could feel it was wet. She grabbed my hand and pulled it out from under her coat.

She said, "You're so naughty," and lifted her coat a little, revealing her head.

I chuckled and reached out to touch her two small pimples. "Why are you getting pimples?" She didn't flinch when I touched her pimples, making a shy expression, which probably meant, "You know what I mean." Hehe, so tempting, my penis was already hard.

Then I put my arm around her shoulder; the coat covered her neck and chest, of course. I grabbed her breast, and she tried to pull her fingers away. I gently licked her ear—I didn't really want to, because she was wearing an earring, and in my eyes, it looked awful.

I licked her ear and whispered, "Nobody can see this, and nobody knows we don't know each other." Hearing this, she slowly released my hand, allowing me to freely knead her breasts. They felt like a B or C cup; the bra was very thin, almost like two layers of fabric. I gently pinched her nipple—it wasn't big, just small. Her breasts weren't very elastic, very soft, confirming my initial assessment that she was indeed a young married woman. I tried to find the buttons or zipper on her clothes, but couldn't, which frustrated me. My hands roamed outside, thankfully the clothes and bra were thin, making them feel nice to the touch. I also noticed that her breasts were slightly different sizes; the left breast, the one I had my left arm around her neck for easy touching, was larger.

Then her other hand reached in and touched her other breast. She whispered in my ear, "No, it's too obvious, take it out now!" Her tone was firm, so I pulled my right hand out and placed it on my small bag, which was now on my lap, for security. Lust is lust, but safety is more important. My left hand caressed and kneaded her breasts. Her face was already flushed; I guessed this little slut was already overflowing with lustful fluids. However, she remained silent.

While I was caressing her, we chatted, I asked her about her situation, and learned that she was born in 1987, married at 19, and now her child is in kindergarten.

With one hand stroking her, she took her phone out of her bag, held it under her chin, and removed the phone case. While I was stroking it, she gave me her phone number, but it didn't ring after I dialed. She said it was from another phone and she couldn't give me this one right now; she usually used a different phone in City B. Although I instinctively knew she was probably lying, even after I repeatedly assured her I wouldn't call her easily, she still wouldn't give me the phone number. I was incredibly frustrated. I then asked for her QQ number, but she still wouldn't give it to me. WeChat was out of the question; judging by her phone, it probably didn't support WeChat.

I pulled her coat a little closer to me, then grabbed her left hand with my right and placed it on my erect penis. She touched it briefly and immediately pulled it back. I pulled it back again, this time squeezing it hard before removing it.

"Ouch, that hurts! You're so naughty," I whispered exaggeratedly in her ear.

"You're naughty, and you're still not satisfied. Stop it," she said sternly.

I could only obediently caress her breasts, while my right hand secretly slipped inside and touched between her legs. It was wet, hehe, the stimulation was indescribable. Although she grabbed my hand again and pulled it away from my sensitive area, it was still very stimulating. "Baby, you're so wet down there, it's dripping onto the floor..." I whispered in her ear. "Nonsense, I'm ignoring you!" She tilted her head and looked outside. "Baby, what color are you wearing in your panties?" I continued to tease her. "I won't tell you, ah... black." Of course, I added a little more pressure, hehe. Time flew by as we caressed and teased each other. Slowly, the car exited the highway, and we were only about forty minutes away from the station. Damn, why did it drive so fast? She took out her phone and sent a message. I glanced at it a few times; it was probably with her sister. Later, she sent another message, this time hiding so I wouldn't see it. I pretended to want to see, but I didn't actually see anything. It was probably some man. I was too lazy to think about it.

"I don't want the train to stop so soon. I wish it would just keep going until we reach the station!" I whispered in her ear. "Dream on," she glanced at me sideways. "I need to go back and take a shower. I'm all sweaty." "Come to my place to shower. I live near the station. It's the Mo Hotel. I've already booked it." I signaled my intention to have sex. "No way. I don't even know you!" "We're so close. How can you say you don't know me?" As I said this, I squeezed her breasts a little harder to let her know that although we weren't close and didn't know each other's names, we had already made physical contact. "Ah!!!" she cried out, not too loudly. After looking around to make sure no one was paying attention, she pinched my thigh. "You want to die?! You said you wouldn't go and then you didn't! There's a bathhouse near my house." "How far is your house from the station?" I wanted to find out her address. "Ten yuan for a taxi, to xx." "Where?" Ugh, I'm not a local, and she was speaking in dialect, which I didn't understand. I kept asking. "I won't tell you, I won't tell!" She already realized my intentions. Unsuccessful, sigh! As we

slowly entered the city, I whispered in her ear, "I don't want to get off, let's just keep going like this!!!" "You wish! Everyone on the bus wants to get to our stop quickly!" "Give me your phone number, I'm afraid that number might not be working or you don't use it often." I continued to press for her number. As you guys know, the previous number was very likely fake; I couldn't miss this opportunity. "If I tell you which number is mine, I'll call you when I get home. Don't ask anymore." She was a little angry. "How long have you been away from B City?" I tried to get information out of her. "A week, why?" She looked at me warily. "You can still get through after a week? You're kidding me, right?" I asked with a forced smile. What can I do? I'm trying to seduce her, so I guess I'll have to be her slave for now. "My sister will charge it for me, don't worry. I said I'd call you when I get back, and I will." She was a little annoyed that I didn't trust her.

During our conversation and caresses, the train arrived at the station. Reluctantly, I withdrew my hand, pinching her nipple hard before pulling away. She was on the phone, so I reached down and touched her genitals, which were quite wet. Everyone else got off, and I stood up helplessly, looking at her. She pointed to the door, indicating I should get off first. I got off, grabbed my suitcase, and waited for her.

She continued on the phone after getting off. I followed her, noticing her slightly unnatural gait and the small wet patch under her buttocks—of course, no one would notice, hehe. She turned to look at me twice, I don't know if she wanted me to follow her or if she hoped she wouldn't see me. We walked all the way to the main street, and I kept inviting her to take a shower at my hotel, but she refused no matter what. Then she hailed a taxi, jumped in quickly, and drove off, leaving me alone watching her departing figure.

After checking into my hotel, I had just washed my face when my personal phone rang. I was so excited!!!

I rushed to answer it. Could it be her?

[The End]

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