An unforgettable bus encounter plus daydreaming

The incident happened a couple of days ago. It was raining heavily, and I got off work at 6 PM. I was waiting for the bus at a bus stop near the company. Because it's a busy area, there were many cars and people, so I waited a few minutes. The No. 42 bus arrived, and I quickly closed my umbrella and squeezed on. During the process, I noticed a pretty girl behind me; she was dressed very sexily. I glanced at her a couple more times. After overcoming several obstacles, I finally managed to get to the back door and stand still. I was quite happy to see the girl squeeze in too. I fantasized a little, because I occasionally watch adult films and sometimes have similar scenes—we all know how it is—but it was just wishful thinking. After all, I think I'm a normal person and can distinguish between reality and fantasy, so I didn't think much of it (of course, otherwise, I'd have gotten into trouble every day on the bus).

The bus started moving, and I observed her more closely. She looked to be about 22 or 23 years old. Her looks weren't stunning, but not bad either. She wore heavy makeup, with colorful acupressure pads, and was a bit seductive. She had a great figure and was wearing a short, low-cut, bodycon gray jumpsuit (I admit I'm completely powerless against this; it's incredibly sexy, but only in my fantasies. I wouldn't like this in a romantic relationship, and I felt we were definitely from different worlds). Because the light was dim, I couldn't tell if she was wearing flesh-colored stockings or not. She stood to my left and slightly in front of me. Because there were many people, we were quite close. She glanced at me a few times, but I didn't see any dislike in her eyes. Because her umbrella was wet, she had to hold onto the railing with one hand, so the hand holding the umbrella could only hang down. The bus hadn't been moving for more than a few minutes when we arrived at another stop, and more people squeezed on. The bus became even more crowded, and I was even closer to her. I could clearly smell her perfume. But at that moment, I really didn't have any bad thoughts. I even consciously moved to the side. It wasn't that I didn't want to, but that I didn't dare to. I can't help it; I'm just a common person.

The bus started moving again. The road was very congested due to the heavy rain. The bus kept stopping and starting, and the people on board seemed impatient. The bus was also shaking violently. Several times, our shoulders bumped together. Occasionally, we would glance at each other. Other times, I just stared at the TV on the bus. The bus was still shaking. I noticed that she would turn her head to look at me from time to time. I don't know how to describe the look in her eyes. Was it resentment? Joy? Excitement? Honestly, I couldn't explain it; I was completely baffled. A few minutes later, the bus arrived at its stop. While the bus was calmer, I secretly glanced at my feet and noticed my umbrella was half-open. Ah, that explained it! Because there was still rain on it, it must have touched her leg. No wonder she kept staring at me. Feeling a little embarrassed, I quickly closed the umbrella, held it tightly in my hand, and exhaled.

This stop was a major station; few people got off, but more squeezed on. Several people had already boarded from the back door, and the bus was almost bursting at the seams. Now I was practically pressed against her. If I lowered my head slightly, I could see most of her breasts (I'm not very tall, but I'm slightly taller than her). My heart was racing; I admit I was a little excited. My chin could almost touch her ear. I was losing my composure. She must have been uncomfortable from the crowd, occasionally turning her body and looking back. Our eyes met, and I felt she wasn't averse to me; in fact, she seemed a little... Unfortunately, I'm a truly ordinary person, so I didn't dare do anything. But a wonderful feeling came to me without my realizing it. As the car started moving and swayed, I felt her buttocks occasionally brush against my hand. At first, I instinctively pulled back, thinking it was just because of the car's movement. After a few times, I realized something was wrong... The frequency of the car's movement was different from the frequency at which her buttocks touched my hand... Okay, even if I'm ordinary, I'm still a normal, passionate, and somewhat cowardly young man. It

wouldn't be right for me to back down this time. I started consciously and as much as possible following the frequency of the car's movement to touch her beautiful buttocks (I only realized this after touching them). She didn't react. I shouldn't say she was enjoying it or cooperating, at least that's what I thought... It was so exciting! I could feel my breathing quickening, even my face flushing. Yes, it was so hot. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The lighting, the environment, the people—everything was working so well together. I tried to calm myself down, making sure no one around me noticed anything. Calm down, calm down! Thankfully, my mental fortitude wasn't bad. After a while, I adjusted my mindset and position and began to enjoy this wonderful moment.

I don't know how to describe the wonderfulness and excitement; you can only feel it yourself. I tried to be bolder and touched her beautiful buttocks, tracing the cleft of her buttocks with the back of my hand. Her buttocks were very perky (I don't know if she deliberately stuck them out, haha). I even almost impulsively put my hand under her super short, tight skirt (thankfully I didn't, or something bad would have happened). I was also looking at her snow-white half-breast, smelling her fragrance, and secretly breathing on her earlobe... This feeling was amazing! I felt so lucky. Two stops passed, people got on and off, but the crowding on the bus remained the same. I stayed close to her the whole time, and it seemed she was cooperating too. We didn't make any advances, just trying to feel the swaying of the bus.

The people behind me were all facing away, but after a group of people moved, a man started facing me directly, and I could feel his gaze wasn't friendly. I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and cursed myself for being too bold and careless. I quickly withdrew my hand. Luckily, the man got off after one stop, and I didn't touch her. During this time, I could feel her trying to increase the swaying of her body, which made me even happier. Good times always pass too quickly. After one more stop, I reached my stop. Suddenly, I felt very reluctant to leave and was having a fierce internal struggle (actually, I knew I would give in and miss my stop, it's normal, I'll just get back later, haha). The result, of course, was that the wonderful experience continued

. She didn't seem to be getting off either, but I don't know why I had this feeling: was she also deliberately missing her stop? A strange and intense feeling, unfortunately, is now impossible to verify.

Excitement and stimulation (I really don't know how to describe it; even an affair might not feel like this, well, that's how I felt, which is why I'm so attached to it; perhaps I'll never experience it again in this life). After a few more stops, while I was still immersed in the moment, I started to notice her glancing back at me from time to time, which made me a little guilty. Was everything not as I thought? I suddenly tensed up and pulled my hand back. Just as I was wondering, I took a closer look and realized that two young men around 20 years old (the man didn't look like a nice guy) had squeezed next to her. I saw one of the men put his hand in his pocket and start trying to touch her beautiful buttocks (she must have felt it after a few touches). So that's how it is. Now I'm not happy anymore. Suddenly I feel bored. I look at the station and it's already the last few stops. I think, well, I should quit while I'm ahead. I put my hand holding the umbrella back on my chest. She turned around and saw me, as if she understood something. Just then, we arrived at a stop and someone got off. We got off at the same time, without prior arrangement.

She got off first. Judging from her reaction after getting off, I felt that my previous guess, "She also deliberately missed her stop," was even more accurate. I followed behind her. She turned around and glanced at me. I seemed to sense her reluctance. What a pity! I've been regretting it so much these past few days. When she looked at me, I felt guilty. I just pretended to pick up the phone to call her. I didn't even have the courage to ask her for her number. While I was looking at my phone, my mind was a mess. When I looked up again, she was gone. I was so heartbroken. I searched around but couldn't find her. I had no choice but to go to the other side to wait for the bus and go back the way I came. While waiting for the bus, I really, really hoped that she would reappear. But no, she just disappeared like that...

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