【Memories of a Bus: A Fleeting Romance (Complete)】

The moment I boarded the bus, I noticed her. Not because of her mature, voluptuous

figure , nor because of her still-attractive appearance despite her age, but because of her eyes.

From the very first second our eyes met, I could feel a profound loneliness,

a loneliness so incongruous with her age of thirty. Even though a man who looked at least ten years older than her stood beside her

.

Although their conversation suggested a marital relationship, my intuition

told it existed only legally; their relationship was far from harmonious—her eyes

told me everything. The older man seemed to have met an acquaintance, chatting animatedly with the person next to him.

She stood alone to one side, appearing remarkably isolated despite the crowded bus. A lonely heart also

needs warmth.

Without the usual tentative advances, I stood directly behind her. No words were needed, nor any

words required. At that moment, I felt a powerful magnetic field drawing me in. Words were meaningless

; only tacit understanding and action mattered.

I gently pressed myself against her, the warm, soothing sensation truly indescribable. Our

heights were perfectly matched, my lower body intimately nestled into her buttocks.

Everything so smoothly, leaving you not only in pleasure but also in awe of the Creator's grace upon humanity, how

He had created this perfectly harmonious pair of lovers.

That day, I wore loose athletic shorts (a professional habit; I didn't wear underwear), allowing my penis to stretch

freely without any restraint. She could certainly feel the urge in my lower body,

for I saw a faint blush appear on her lightly made-up face. I've always had

a soft spot , for they possess a certain charm born of experience. And today, seeing the slightly shy

expression of a woman in her mid-thirties only fueled my excitement and desire.

What moved me even more was that she glanced back at me briefly before turning her head away. In such a

sensitive situation, in the past, I would have definitely stopped and waited to observe the situation before making a decision. But

this time, I made a resolute and confident decision. I temporarily stopped moving back and forth,

but my penis was still deliberately pressing against her full, round buttocks.

The stalemate didn't last long. Everything was moving in a positive direction. She casually

spread her legs a little and stuck her buttocks out. So considerate, she had adjusted herself to the most suitable position for me.

I had no way to repay her, so I buried myself in my work. Almost at the same time she stuck her buttocks out, I thrust my lower body

forward firmly. This time, I had a more sensual appreciation for the elasticity of her full, round buttocks. After thirty,

the body is fully developed, and with age, the fat layer in some areas thickens.

What might be noticeable excess fat on others, to me, embodied more of

a sensuality, a maternal warmth and a sense of security.

My heart raced, so I took a deep breath, trying to calm my increasingly uncontrollable

passion. But I failed, because this wild passion was simply uncontrollable, completely beyond

my control, like a wild beast, recklessly indulging in the release of carnal desire.

Adding fuel to my passion was the intoxicating fragrance of her body, the

unique . My head rested lightly on her left side, greedily and wantonly inhaling her captivating scent.

I wished time could stand still at this moment, that we could stand like this forever.

That rough old man was still there, recklessly rambling on and on, oblivious to the fact that women are meant to be cherished

, to be cared for wholeheartedly and attentively, not ignored and treated coldly. Especially his

charming gentle wife, whom he would hold dear for fear of breaking. Alas, what a waste, not knowing how to appreciate such a gift.

In the summer heat, she wore light and breathable silk trousers, a fabric with multiple benefits. To be precise

, on one hand, it was cool to wear, and on the other hand, it allowed me to more closely and slowly appreciate her full, beautiful

buttocks. Now, only three thin layers of fabric separated our bodies.

I could even feel her body temperature and the slight dampness of her lower body. My

little boldly against her buttocks, and I could clearly feel the full elasticity of her buttocks in my lower abdomen. The car

moved back and forth, and I moved back and forth with the inertia.

It must be said that, besides her beautiful buttocks,

the inner thighs are also a particularly sensual area for mature women. Her legs were slightly parted, her buttocks sticking out, and my penis

stretched tightly against her buttocks. My lower abdomen pressed firmly against her buttocks. At that moment, my legs were also pressed against the inner thighs of hers. The skin on her inner thighs was soft and smooth, offering a different kind of allure

compared to her warm yet elastic buttocks . 　　This lewd position lasted for about ten minutes, and we both enjoyed it. However, during this time, she mostly pretended to casually look out the window, but still occasionally glanced at the older man, probably afraid of being discovered by her husband. Just then, the flow of people getting off at their stop temporarily separated us. 　　Fortunately, as one group got off, another group got on, and the crowdedness of the train didn't ease all. But I noticed she seemed to have changed. 　　She turned 45 degrees to the right from her original standing position, and at first I thought she was a little unhappy. 　　But when she casually glanced at me again, I understood everything. The older man, who had been standing to our right, was talking to someone and not really paying attention, but could still easily see our bodies pressed together. After she turned, her body blocked his view, making my position behind her completely hidden and safe. Overwhelmed 　　with gratitude, I pressed on again. When I arrived, I was surprised to find that she had already spread her legs and her large buttocks were raised. These were all lower-body movements; you would n't notice them unless you were looking closely. 　　Sometimes, you really don't need a single word; a glance and a gesture are enough to establish understanding . And between us, we were immersed in this tacit understanding of pleasure. We both knew we needed each other.

The pleasure of physical contact, combined with the thrill of a public affair and the tension of having my husband nearby,

gave me a blissful, almost ecstatic feeling.

Unlike before, I held onto the railing with my right hand for balance, while my left hand hung naturally, resting

on her warm, supple left buttock. Initially, it was on her outer thigh, then slowly moved upwards along her

smooth silk trousers, quietly savoring the texture and

elasticity of every inch of her skin.

When I reached the groove below her left buttock, I deliberately traced the perfect curve of her buttock with my finger

. Extending my hand, I gently covered her buttock; the exquisite feeling was indescribable. Some people's buttocks are firm and tight, offering little in the way

of feeling. But hers was clearly at the other

extreme. Warm and smooth as jade, glistening with moisture, full yet with just the right amount of elasticity—if I had to find a comparison

, only tender Japanese tofu could barely suffice.

My fingers traced the juncture between my penis and her skin, but due to the

awkward , it was difficult to reach the front along her lower buttocks. Besides, I didn't want to risk offending her.

Contentment was key; pushing my luck would only lead to nothing.

So, a sudden inspiration struck me: I used my fingers to search for traces of her panties on her delicate buttocks. A few times, I playfully

tried to pull up the edge of her panties, using the elasticity to bounce her bottom. However, she

didn't seem to appreciate this idea, twisting her hips in protest. All our interaction was like in the silent film era; all

our thoughts had to be deduced and guessed.

This wonderful connection lasted for another seven or eight minutes. I was

completely when suddenly she tilted her head, almost bumping it against mine, which was resting on her left side. I

gently blew into her ear and noticed that the blush on her cheeks still seemed to linger. A shy blush mixed with

three parts longing and seven parts helplessness, an indescribable tenderness that momentarily captivated me.

I felt her hips press harder against the ground, as if she were taking the initiative. I knew this was telling me

to ; she was probably about to get off. Orders were orders, and there was no room for hesitation.

Under the cover of the swaying of the vehicle, I increased the amplitude of my thrusts, each stroke gently hitting her smooth, fleshy buttocks, indulging

in boundless lust, letting my nerves burn wildly with each thrust.

My left hand also increased its strength, almost brazenly caressing her left buttock, while simultaneously controlling her

balance, because she was almost limply leaning against me; without support, she

might have collapsed to the ground. I even stole a glance at the old man, still engrossed in his conversation,

completely unaware that his wife was indulging in sensual pleasure.

After dozens of high-speed thrusts, I couldn't help but release my ecstasy. My left hand had already brazenly wrapped around

her waist, maintaining my balance while feeling the inevitable yet alluring

curves of a mature woman's waist. My penis pressed against her buttocks, its rhythmic thrusts seemingly expressing endless longing and

reluctance . She also relaxed the pressure of her hips on me, slowly returning to a normal position.

After ejaculating, I didn't immediately pull out, but maintained the previous position, allowing my penis to slowly

recover . My hand movements became much more restrained, gently pressing on the junction of her waist and buttocks, the place where one could best

appreciate the changing curves of a mature woman. From waist to buttocks, from buttocks to waist, I was ecstatically experiencing this

beautiful , maddening curve, wishing time could stand still, becoming eternal.

Sure enough, what I didn't want to happen eventually did happen. After about two stops, she got off

. The older man started telling her to get off. In the instant our bodies were about to separate, I

gently patted her beautiful buttocks twice, as a farewell. 　　I saw her touch her buttocks as she got off the train, probably worried I'd ejaculated everywhere and someone would see. 　　Maybe she misunderstood; I'm not bold enough to ejaculate outside. But this also shows how realistic the touch was, giving her that illusion. Or maybe she was just worried about her juices wetting

her pants . 　　If we meet again, we'll act like strangers. 　　She'll still be the virtuous wife and mother she always was, completely forgetting this sudden, strange encounter. Besides, outside , there's so much worldly turmoil, everyone wearing different masks, making it unlikely we'll ever experience that kind of madness and indulgence again. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　[The End]

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