Having sex with a married woman on a long-distance bus

The so-called long-distance bus was just a bus from the city to the county seat. Last year, during my annual holiday, I was driving from the city back to my hometown. I finished work at 4 PM and caught the last private bus (the kind that stops outside the station and can't enter).

Once on the bus, there weren't many seats left. In the third row from the front, on the right aisle, sat a man and a child of about five years old. On the left sat only a woman; the man was talking to the woman from time to time, and it was clear they were a family.

I sat in the seat next to the woman. While looking for a seat, I intentionally observed her. She was about thirty-five years old, not particularly beautiful, but quite attractive. She had a rather full figure and was dressed fairly fashionably: a black and white checkered fuzzy top, a black cotton skirt, black leggings, and brown high-heeled boots. Her down jacket was already pulled off and placed beside her.

The car's heater was on quite well, so I took off my coat and covered myself with it, then closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. After a long day at work and rushing to catch this bus, I felt quite tired. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up it was completely dark. I checked my phone; only half an hour had passed, and it would still be over an hour before I got home. For some reason, the driver had turned off the lights, leaving only a dim yellow light from a small lamp near the driver's seat, making the whole car look rather hazy. Then I noticed the woman next to me; she seemed to be sleeping too, her left hand dangling beside me, touching my thigh, her head tilted to the side. People say that when you're well-fed and warm, you think of lust. I'd had enough sleep, the bus was warm enough, and I usually have a strong libido, so I wondered if I could have a romantic encounter like in those novels. Actually, I wasn't thinking much about it; just the thought of touching her thigh would be enough for me. I shifted slightly and peeked at the man, finding him asleep as well. I leaned back in my seat and casually placed my hand beside me, resting it on the woman's fingers. My heart was pounding, but I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. After a while, my hand started to sweat. The woman, perhaps feeling uncomfortable, woke up slightly and gently moved her hand back. I pretended to move my hand slightly as well, touching her thigh. Through her leggings, I could feel her body temperature. She was clearly awake now, but she didn't move or let my hand leave her thigh. Gradually, I became more assertive, slowly stroking her thigh with my fingers. For a minute or two, she didn't react. My heart was pounding, feeling like it was going to jump out of my throat. Gradually, I became unsatisfied; I wanted to put my hand on her thigh! The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't resist. Suddenly, my mind went blank, and I felt my adrenaline surge. I placed my hand directly on her thigh. I vaguely saw the woman glance at me and try to push my hand away, but I pretended to be asleep, holding my hand firmly on her leg. Seeing that she couldn't push it away, she let me keep it there, and I felt a surge of joy.

At this point, I had already achieved half of my initial goal. I had my hand on her, so a simple touch was possible, and I noticed that she didn't seem to resist. So I slowly rubbed my hand on her leg; the feeling was incredibly pleasurable. The woman then tilted her head back and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep. I became even bolder, slowly touching and savoring the sensation (this part is just a joke). As I touched her, I moved my hand upwards, under her skirt, towards her inner thigh. But I discovered it wasn't underwear, but rather these leggings! I was greatly disappointed, so I could only continue touching her inner thigh, rubbing between her legs to reach her vulva. The woman probably wasn't comfortable with my touching, so she pulled my hand away. It seemed touching her vagina from below was impossible, so I tried touching her breasts from above. I took my hand off her leg and placed it on her waist. I have to say, a woman's figure is definitely affected after childbirth. I could feel some extra flesh on her waist, but it was soft and felt nice to touch. I slipped my hand inside her clothes and touched her stomach for a while, then moved to her back. However, the woman was leaning against the seat, so my hand didn't make much progress. Going too high in front would push her clothes up too high, or my movements would be too obvious, and I was worried about attracting attention. So I reached down again, hoping to touch her buttocks or her vulva, but my constant touching probably annoyed the woman.

She suddenly whispered, "Whose brat is this? Enough already."

I was startled, as it was my first time doing something like this, but I wasn't giving up. She had been so lenient with me just now, so I whispered back, "Sister, can I touch it?"

The woman said again, "Don't disturb my sleep. I'm exhausted. I've already been very considerate by not raising my voice. Don't go too far."

I reluctantly withdrew my hand and went back to my seat to play on my phone. Actually, I couldn't concentrate on my phone. I kept an eye on the woman, wanting to touch her again, but afraid of really annoying her and making her yell at me, which would be so embarrassing. After a while of this torment, I heard the woman let out a soft moan, not a comfortable one, of course. I asked, "Sister, what's wrong?" She replied that her legs were numb, so I put my hand directly on her calf and gently massaged it through her leather boots. Actually, I quite liked those boots, and I enjoyed the feeling of touching a woman's boots while massaging her. After massaging for a while, she removed my hand and said, "Okay, thank you." Sensing the friendliness in her words, I took her hand in return. She didn't pull away, letting me gently massage it. I must say, her small hands were very soft and tender, and felt very comfortable to touch. After a while, I touched her thigh. I felt that after my massage, she was noticeably friendlier, and I figured she wouldn't yell at me if I touched her leg. Sure enough, she only said, "Don't mess around, I need to sleep. I've been taking care of the elderly in the hospital for several days, I'm exhausted." She then grabbed her down jacket from beside her and covered herself with it. I said, "Okay, you sleep, sister. I just wanted to touch you. You're so beautiful, I'm so hard down there." She chuckled, reached towards my crotch, touched it briefly, and then pulled it back, but this undoubtedly gave me a huge boost. I reached behind her and pulled her into my arms. She said, "What are you doing?" I chuckled and said, "Big sister, lean on me and sleep for a while, it'll be more comfortable." She didn't say anything more, so I put my right arm around her and placed my left hand on her leg, touching her. Because she was covered by her down jacket, I mustered up the courage to touch her breasts through her clothes, but her bra was hard and uncomfortable. I gently leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Sister, can I touch your breasts?" I also took her earlobe into my mouth and licked it with my tongue. I felt her body visibly tremble. I continued to gently suckle, and after a while, she leaned forward slightly. I quickly slipped my right hand under her clothes and unhooked her bra. She leaned back again, and I knew I could enjoy myself today. This was the first time she had cooperated so obviously with me. I still had my right arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me. With my left hand, I quickly slipped my hand inside her clothes and pushed her bra up, covering her breasts. Her breasts weren't large; I could easily touch them with one hand. The nipples were quite large, and the breasts were soft, but touching them felt very stimulating and comfortable. I slowly massaged her breasts, occasionally pinching or rubbing her nipples. After a while, I felt her nipples harden slightly, so I brought my mouth close to her ear and asked, "Sis, can you feel anything? I feel so good." As I said this, I hugged her tighter and kissed her on the cheek.

At this point, I figured she wasn't sleepy anymore, and maybe my touching had aroused her a bit. After all, she'd mentioned taking care of an elderly person in the hospital for many days, which meant she hadn't had sex in a while. She reached over and touched my penis through my jeans, whispering, "Hard?" I said, "It's been hard for a while, sis. This is the first time I've felt this good. You're so good." I said this close to her ear, my breathing slightly rapid, hot breath coming out. I said, "Sis, how about you help me release this heat?" She kept touching my penis, probably hesitant because we were in the car and her husband was only in a narrow aisle. Then I felt another surge of heat, and I unbuckled my belt and pulled out my penis for her to hold. My penis isn't actually that big; I've always felt a bit insecure reading about 18 or 20 centimeters in novels because mine is only 15 centimeters, but it's still quite thick and hard. I took it out and put it in her hand for her to hold. She held on without moving, but wouldn't let go. I was getting impatient. I moved my hips a couple of times, and my hands would sometimes touch her breasts, and sometimes probe down from her waistband. Finally, she moved her hand slightly, stroking my penis back and forth. After a few strokes, I felt like I was about to climax. I said, "Sister, stop! I can't take it anymore! You're driving me crazy! Let me enjoy this! I really love you!" She said, "I can't do this in the car. What if my husband sees me if I move too much?" I felt she was getting a little excited, so I said, "Sister, turn your face to your husband and bend your hips over. I'll be gentle. It should be fine with your clothes on. Sister, let's hurry up! I really want to do you. You're so good, so beautiful, with such a great body. It feels so good to touch you." She was still a little worried and said, "Then go slowly and don't make any noise. Be careful." I said, "Sister, don't worry, I'll go slowly. You're the best." Then she turned around, turned sideways, and stuck her butt out towards me, looking at her husband. I pulled her skirt up a bit, then pulled down her leggings and underwear to expose her buttocks. I checked with my hand; her vagina was already a little wet, and her underwear felt damp and sticky. I pulled my pants down a little more, fully exposing my penis, then leaned forward sideways (to be honest, this position was awkward and uncomfortable, but I was too excited to care). I leaned forward gently, afraid of making a sound. Suddenly, I felt the head of my penis touch her vagina. She trembled slightly and made a soft "hmm" sound. I continued forward, but because of the awkward position, only the head and half of my penis could penetrate. But that was enough for me. Her vagina wasn't very tight, but... It was warm and comfortable. I moved slowly, feeling her wet little pussy, my left hand kneading her breasts hard. Sometimes I would secretly stick my index finger into her mouth to feel her soft tongue. She cooperated by licking my finger with her tongue. After about two or three minutes, I couldn't hold back anymore and whispered to her, "Sis, I'm going to cum," and ejaculated directly into her little pussy. She was probably having her first time, and in such a stimulating situation, and with my hot semen burning her, I felt her pussy contract and then flow out streams of water. I quickly took out a tissue from my pocket to wipe the area where we were joined, and then took another tissue to wipe my penis, which I slowly pulled out. After putting on my pants, I wiped her pussy and helped her put on her leggings. After all that, we were both exhausted and our backs ached. She said, "I never dreamed I'd be this crazy, doing this with you on the bus!" I said, "Sis, I felt great. It's my first time doing this too. Did you feel good?" She said, "It was alright, very exciting." I asked her for her contact information, but she said no, she already felt bad for her husband, who was very good to her, and she would let it go in the future. I was disappointed, so I just hugged her and kissed her, knowing there wouldn't be another chance. After resting for about five minutes, she said, "That's enough, you've satisfied me. I'm exhausted. Let me rest for a bit, we're almost getting off the bus." I had to let go of her. She straightened her clothes and leaned against the seat to sleep. I held her hand and watched her sleep with my face turned to the side.

After a journey of more than two hours, the bus finally arrived at the county station. She got dressed and got off with her husband and child. After I got off, her husband was getting their luggage from under the bus. I stood beside her, watching her the whole time, but she didn't react at all, as if she didn't recognize me. I just watched them get their luggage and leave the station, as if I wanted to imprint her image in my mind. After all, this was my first romantic encounter, and I thought it would be a beautiful memory.

[The End]

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