[A romantic encounter sparked by my first masturbation session]

Today is Qixi Festival, Chinese Valentine's Day, and I feel very empty. I'm thinking about the past. This is my first time posting about my life experiences. The content is very simple; I just want to share my feelings with everyone. Feel free to take a look. It

was probably the summer of 2002. I was on a Daewoo bus heading to Jinan. It was the off-season, and it was the last bus of the afternoon, departing at 6 PM. There were only 7 people on the bus: the driver, the conductor, two women, and 3 men (including me). The two men were watching a movie in the back of the bus, leaning back in their seats. The two women weren't together; one of them was sitting in the third row from the front. In the fifth row from the back sat a young woman with long, flowing chestnut-brown hair. She wore a striped top, had a full bust, and a well-fitting skirt that perfectly accentuated her figure. She had great curves and was very feminine, exuding a mature woman's charm. I sat in the two empty seats to her left.

I don't remember anything about the movie, but I do remember a rather long kissing and intimate scene. Don't laugh, I was 17 at the time. Although I'd seen plenty of porn and read a lot of adult films, I'd never masturbated, only had wet dreams. Being young, seeing those intimate scenes with such an alluring woman beside me, and with the sky slowly darkening and the people around me becoming less visible, and the beautiful young woman next to me seemingly asleep leaning back in her chair, I suddenly became bold. I took out my penis and started touching it while watching (I didn't know how to masturbate back then). It was very hard, and I didn't know how to move it, just touching it. It's hard to explain now, but my heart was racing. I was just playing with my penis while secretly watching the woman, and it felt very exciting. Later, after a while, I gradually discovered that moving it up and down felt much better. Hehe, don't laugh at me, masturbation is rarely seen in porn. Then the flight attendant walked towards the back, and I quickly grabbed my coat to cover myself. My blood rushed to my head, my body was stiff, and I didn't dare move, so I just leaned back in the chair. She asked in a very professional voice, "Would you like some water?" I quickly said, "Thank you, no thanks." The two men behind me got water, and then the flight attendant went back. It

took me about a minute to come to my senses. I wanted to quickly tidy my clothes, but my hand unconsciously went back to my seat. Looking at the beautiful woman next to me, leaning back in her chair with her eyes still closed, I squeezed my penis slowly. A feeling I'd never experienced before slowly made my body move like it was being electrocuted. It felt like flying! Suddenly, a rapid surge of pleasure rushed from my tailbone down my spine to the back of my head (a classic line, I'll quote it here). Everyone knows, I ejaculated. This was the first time I'd ejaculated while fully conscious. Before, when I had wet dreams, I'd wake up to find myself cold or completely dry, and my underwear was dirty. I was terrified. The chair was covered in splatter, and I hurriedly wiped it clean. I glanced up, but the woman hadn't moved. I ran to the back of the chair and sat down, adopting an ostrich-like mentality, afraid the flight attendant would see the dirty chair and realize it was me.

Then, something unexpected happened. The woman I'd assumed was asleep reached across the aisle and touched the chair I was sitting on. My god! She wasn't asleep after all! She'd seen me! I broke out in a cold sweat. The woman glanced back at me; in the dim light, I couldn't see her expression clearly, but I felt she smiled. I was incredibly scared, afraid she'd tell the flight attendant. The woman noticed my nervousness. She stood up, went to the back, and pushed me into a seat further in. My mind went blank, and I let her do as she pleased. She chuckled softly and said, "Don't be afraid. You look young but quite bold." I stammered, "Big sister, this is my first time like this, you..." She pressed her soft, white fingers to my lips, silencing me. I stared at her, stunned. Her body exuded a jasmine fragrance. She touched my arm and gently breathed into my ear, "Do you exercise often?" "Yes, yes, I go to the gym twice a week." She leaned against me, her hand slipping inside my pants, gently circling my thigh. Good heavens, this was the first time a woman had ever touched my body. My body stiffened like a block of wood, too afraid to move. She seemed happy, her sexy, soft body rubbing against me, softly saying, "Don't you have a girlfriend, little brother?" I nodded. She gently pulled my hand to her thigh, so firm and elastic. I impulsively reached up to touch her private parts, but she lifted her hips, placing my hand underneath, and whispered in my ear, "Gently squeeze." I grew bolder and started kneading her plump buttocks. Her nimble hand grabbed my penis. "Oh, not small at all, hehe, I didn't realize it was so hot and so big. It's so good to be young." After I touched her for a while, she slowly raised her buttocks and said to touch forward. My fingers touched something wet (I later learned that women get wet when they're aroused). She grabbed my hand; her hand was a little cool, and it felt very comfortable. "Your fingers need to move up and down a bit for me to feel good." I moved my hand slightly, and maybe my nails scratched her. She frowned. "Be gentle for me to feel good. Do you want to touch my breasts?" I nodded vigorously and grabbed her ample breasts. They were huge, filling my hand completely. My penis was so hard it felt like it was about to break. At this moment, she said, "You need to use both hands. If you make me feel good, I'll make you feel good too." I frantically rubbed her breasts, my fingers moving incessantly. She instructed me, "Yes, move back and forth, not up and down, use a little force." My hands were covered in her fluids. Suddenly, I felt her vagina contract, tightly gripping my fingers. Then her body stopped moving, pressing tightly against me. (I later learned that it was because she thought I was a virgin, giving her a great sense of conquest.) "Good boy, I'll make you feel good too." She was clearly very experienced, pressing her thumb against the base of my penis and rubbing it back and forth. Her hands seemed to have magical powers, kneading and pinching. Inhaling her body fragrance, my stimulation reached its peak, and I quickly ejaculated into her hand. She stroked my throbbing penis, letting me enjoy the final pleasure.

She told me she was a container shipping salesperson, frequently traveling between Qingdao and Jinan. Then she gave me her phone number, saying she would contact me later.

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