Mature woman I met on the bus

Two years ago in Shanghai, on the No. 95 night bus, a mature woman in black tight pants. I still want to touch her butt, but we've lost contact.

That night, perhaps I was just wandering around looking for a woman to hook up with, but because I hadn't had a good opportunity, it was already time for the night bus. Before the subway opened, the No. 95 bus was always very popular, and there were an unusually large number of sexy women. But this didn't last long; once Line 1 was extended, the No. 95 bus was no longer the best option. At that time, the subway hadn't opened yet. I boarded the No. 95 night bus, despairingly preparing to go home to sleep. Because I hadn't hooked up with anyone all night, and there was even less chance at night.

There weren't many people on this night bus, but the seats were still full. I put my coin in through the front door, and the black tight-fitting buttocks at the front of the carriage drew me in. I involuntarily stood next to her. She looked to be 27 years old, a mature woman, not particularly beautiful, but with the sexiness and voluptuousness of an older woman. Especially those black, elastic silk tight pants that lightly hugged her full buttocks. I stared at her buttocks; the flesh of her buttocks, barely contained by her panties, peeked out from beneath the creases, making her buttocks appear as if divided into four sections by the panties. All of this was clearly visible beneath the tight black leggings.

It was already dark, and the light from outside the car window made our movements inside difficult to detect. My barely suppressed erection slowly moved towards her buttocks. I stood to her left. Slowly, the base of my right thigh touched the left side of her buttock. So firm and soft, my penis couldn't help but press against her left thigh, so that my right side and her left side were aligned. This contact already felt amazing, because her buttocks were so fleshy. But she didn't react. So I continued moving to the right, my penis pressing against the left side of her buttock, while the base of my right thigh nestled in her deep gluteal cleft. So good.

Because there weren't many people around, I didn't dare thrust too hard, just gently pressed against her. She still didn't react, so I continued moving to the right. As I passed her buttocks, my penis sank in. Her buttocks were deep, and her buttocks were very fleshy—it felt amazing. I was excitedly high. The other passengers on the bus must have seen what I was doing. I knew I was going to be laughed at and felt incredibly ashamed, but my penis still couldn't leave her warm, soft buttocks. However, the pleasure didn't last long before she turned to look at me. Because the bus wasn't crowded at all, I nervously moved away from her buttocks.

She smiled and said, "You're quite handsome."

I didn't answer her, and I didn't know how to answer her. I thought maybe she was giving me face by not directly scolding me. But I also felt that she was smiling at me, and didn't seem to mind. So I asked her where she was getting off. After she told me, I lied and said I was getting off at the same stop. Everyone laughed and then stopped talking.

After she got off, I followed her. I think the other passengers who got off with me understood what I had done to her. But I couldn't care less; it was nighttime, and my penis was so hard.

I said "hi" to her.

She laughed, and then I leaned closer and said, "You're so sexy."

She laughed again, pushed me away, and said with a lewd grin, "You're pretty handsome, and you've got guts. Young people can be impulsive sometimes, hehe..."

Seeing that she was happy, I took the things from her hands and offered to carry them for her and take her home. Perhaps because I was much younger than her, she wasn't afraid that I would find out where she lived, and instead happily accepted. When we got to the entrance of her apartment complex, she said she didn't need me to walk her home, as it wouldn't be good if the security guard saw her. I moved closer to her, not letting her leave, and said some flirtatious things. She also started to entangle with me, and then we went to a secluded place and hugged each other.

I rubbed my penis against her thighs, and my hands kept squeezing her big buttocks. Her black tight pants felt great, soft and smooth. I squeezed them hard. We flirted and entangled each other. Later, she said that the feeling in the car was really good and she wanted to relive it. As she spoke, she turned around and asked me to repeat the actions she had taken in the car.

Seeing her plump buttocks encased in black leggings, I couldn't resist teasing her again. I pinched her buttocks and touched her cleft. She struggled slightly and said it wasn't like that, that I should take it slow. So I started rubbing her from her left buttock, down to her deep cleft, and then to her right. I also gently rubbed her buttocks with the back of my hand. Then I rubbed back to her cleft and then to her left. I could clearly feel the rise and fall of her buttocks, which felt amazing, much better than just pressing against her cleft.

She exclaimed happily, "That's it... ah... it feels so good on the bus..."

But all of this was confined to the bus, between strangers. Her current submissiveness held no appeal for me. I rubbed and pinched, but I didn't feel very excited. I had considered taking her to a hotel, but then I realized I wasn't excited anymore, so I decided to save the money. This entanglement of touching her vulva, pinching her plump buttocks, rubbing her thighs, and squeezing her breasts lasted for over 40 minutes.

Gradually, I lost interest. In those 40 minutes, my underwear was soaked with semen. Perhaps that's how semen works; when it's full, you feel the urge to ejaculate, but once some has spilled out, the urge to ejaculate diminishes. So I said I wanted to go home. She gave me her business card and told me to call her. Then I took a taxi home and never contacted her again.

Everything happened only because of a series of coincidences: a specific time, a specific place, and specific people. Just like rubbing against a stranger's butt only feels good in public. Isn't the love that people cling to just another coincidence that happens in a specific place? Perhaps after that occasion, that once touching moment is nothing more than a superfluous and laughable emotion.

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