Young woman who doesn't wear underwear

When I was in high school, I always took the bus to school. Back then, there wasn't a special bus for students on my family's line
, so I took the regular bus. Since it was a regular bus, it was also used by working professionals.
The seats on my bus were like those on a train, row upon row with an aisle in the middle. It was usually incredibly crowded during
the morning rush hour. My school was good, and I was pretty decent-looking—at least
not too unpleasant! So these external factors were my best cover.
You might think I'm a lecherous pervert, but you'd be wrong! I
'm not really interested in girls my own age; usually, I'm the one being pursued by them! Instead, I'm
quite attracted to mature working women.
Among the many women at the bus stop, I admired one older working woman. She was elegant
and well-dressed. She was always driven to the bus stop by someone on a motorcycle, and judging from the way she was holding that person, I figured
it was either her boyfriend or her husband. Initially, I didn't have any particular intentions or actions towards her; I just
enjoyed seeing her, and consequently, I paid close attention to her demeanor and clothing.
One day, when boarding the bus, everyone usually squeezed together without queuing, and I unfortunately ended up in front of her.
Because of the crowd, everyone pushed forward, and naturally, she was forced to push against me as well. I don't know why,
but suddenly all my senses focused on my back, because she was holding a purse in one hand, her fingers pressing against my
buttocks, and her other hand, holding her ticket, was pressing against my shoulder. I think she was protecting her chest.
Suddenly having a woman's hand pressed against my buttocks, and the friction and movement due to the pushing, aroused my
desire. Actually, I could have dodged her, but I didn't want to give up this opportunity. On a whim, I suddenly
turned around and glared at her, then my gaze swept over her hand holding the purse… By then, she had already realized what was happening, and
clearly, she felt very embarrassed.
Once on the bus, I found an opportunity to block her path and stand face-to-face. I deliberately acted very unhappy and
stared at her brazenly, while she shyly and awkwardly lowered her head. As more and more people boarded
, the distance between us increased until we were finally pressed together. I think it was psychological!
Her initial protective posture disappeared; she let go of her handbag, only holding the straps on her shoulders, while my
hand, holding my backpack, pressed against her lower abdomen. With the swaying of the bus, the back of my hand rubbed against her lower abdomen
.
I felt very guilty, but also very comfortable! Her only reaction was to turn her blushing face away. People say, "Take
an inch, and you'll take a mile!" I even stretched out my fingers and rubbed directly against the hollow of her lower abdomen. Actually, I was more nervous than
excited ! To be honest, I didn't touch anything, and it wasn't as outrageous as described in typical adult books! But I'm certain
of one thing: she was genuinely shy, not faking it!
Since I got off the bus before her, before I disembarked, taking advantage of the moving crowd, I
secretly spread my palm behind my backpack and stroked her buttocks piece by piece. I could feel
the line formed by the edge of her underwear and her buttocks, and the two contours of her buttocks. Wow! So good!! I was immersed in
this !
The next day, when I saw her again, we were both a little embarrassed, and I didn't want to keep my eyes on her. When the bus
came, I bravely squeezed on and managed to get a seat. She was slower, and by the time she got on, there were no
seats ! She was standing only one row away from my seat, so I could see her. I noticed that her gaze
was also on me, thankfully without any malice! So I started to focus my gentle, yet not annoying,
gaze on her. By the end of the journey, she seemed flustered and uncomfortable looking at me like that! In the
following days, I would search for her gaze on the bus in the same way, and I think she seemed to have gotten used to me
looking at her like that. One day, I deliberately wanted to play a trick on her. When I knew she was standing nearby, I didn't look at her
once until I was about to get off the bus. Then I caught a glimpse of her looking at me with a questioning gaze. Ha! She still
cared quite a bit!
Then one evening after school, I was surprised to see her on the bus when I got on.
There weren't many people on the bus, and there were still empty seats, but I still walked over and stood next to her. The window seat next to her
was empty. She saw me standing there for a while, then she moved to the window seat. I still didn't move.
She probably felt a bit embarrassed. She tilted her head and looked at me, then patted the chair, gesturing for me to sit down. I
sat down without hesitation.
The seat wasn't big, so we were close together. Actually, I did it on purpose. I put my backpack on my lap, and my hand
casually moved between her thighs and mine. I slowly moved my palm, caressing her thighs, which were covered in stockings,
causing her to sometimes close her legs and sometimes cross them. Finally, she probably couldn't take it anymore and grabbed my hand.
I had no choice but to obediently let go. I saw her face flushed, her neck thick with breath, glaring at me, but her eyes
held a suggestive glint.
Then I slipped my hand behind her back and fiddled with her bra straps. She
twisted , trying to avoid me. I then tried to unhook her bra, which terrified her! She whispered, "
Don't go too far!"
I said guiltily, "I didn't," while simultaneously crossing my arms over my chest. Then, under the cover of my arms, I touched her bra cups with
my fingers . Even through the bra, I could feel the softness of her breasts.
Although I had touched my older sister's breasts before, this was the first time for someone else. It felt new
and exciting, and I was naturally eager to have my way with her breasts. After thinking for a moment, I pretended to open the car
window and stood up slightly to do so. As I opened the window with one hand, my other hand slipped in and grasped
one of breasts. I felt absolutely amazing! She nervously adjusted her shirt, trying to avoid being seen.
I understood her anxiety; anyway, I had achieved my goal, and a smug smile crept onto my lips.
She gasped, "You're so bold! How could you do this…"
I maintained my smug smile and didn't reply, since we were almost at my stop anyway. Just as I was about to get off the train
, I whispered in her ear, "I want your underwear!"
She was startled and said, "Say that again!"
I said, "Or you won't wear underwear tomorrow!"
She got angry: "You still dare to say that!!" Then she turned her face to the window and ignored me.
She didn't get off the train; I don't know why. Anyway, I went home with a victorious smile.
The next morning, while waiting for the bus, she ignored me with a tense expression, and continued to ignore me after getting on the bus. I carefully examined her skirt,
trying to find traces of her underwear. Ah! What a letdown, she was wearing underwear! But when I was about to get off the bus, she handed me
a plastic bag from a 7-Eleven. I was so nervous!
In a secluded spot on campus, I took it out and looked inside. It was a pair of pinkish-purple briefs! The style was quite conservative,
and they had been washed, so they smelled nice. There was also a note that read, "Damn it! Pervert!"
Throughout the day, I ran to the toilet almost every break between classes. You can imagine what I did!
After school, I tried to get to my bus stop before her and waited for her. After a long wait, she finally got off the bus. She
looked a little surprised when she saw me, then gave me a sly and playful smile and said, "Can your mom wear this?" I said,
"Sister, stop messing around!" Then we slowly started chatting haphazardly.
Then she said she needed to transfer to another bus to go home, and I playfully teased her, saying, "I want the one you're wearing
!" She said, "Stop it! We're outside, how can I?" I pointed to the gas station across the street,
and she looked at it for a while, then said, "Wait a minute!" She crossed the street to the gas station's restroom.
About 7 or 8 minutes later, I watched her come back. Haha! Her walking posture was so strange; even though there was no
wind , she was still clutching the hem of her skirt, and her feet were still turned inward. When she handed it to me, she said, "I didn't wash it, it's not clean!"
But I noticed she was still wearing stockings, so I asked her, "You're still wearing stockings! How did you take them off?" She said,
"None of your business!" and even hit me on the head!
Then she said she was going home and told me not to follow her, or I wouldn't see her again. I asked her
for her phone number, but she refused; however, she did remember mine.
That night she called and we talked for a long time. She was very interested in my relationship with my older sister. She said her
younger brother, who was in elementary school, would go through her underwear in the bathroom, which scared him so much that he would hang his own underwear to dry in his
room …
From then on, we would chat naturally every morning, seemingly like siblings, but actually
talking about very explicit things. We had a serious discussion about our relationship, and we both agreed that it was
a way to relieve stress (an excuse).
About a month before my university entrance exam, she said she would be transferred soon and wouldn't have many chances
to see me anymore. I nervously asked her to meet me at the bus stop. After we met, we talked for a long time. I asked her
to go to a hotel with me, but she refused no matter what I said, not even for a coffee or a drink. I remember I was begging her with
red eyes. In the end, she only agreed to give me another pair of underwear, and then we went to the gas station across the street together.
I asked to go in with her, and at first she refused. I brought up my older sister's example again, and it actually worked!
She agreed! Then we busied ourselves choosing whether to use the men's or women's restroom, ultimately choosing the men's because there were two stalls
, and since most men use the restrooms to urinate, they rarely need to use the stalls, making it safer and cleaner.
Once inside, she lifted her skirt and told me to take it off myself. She was wearing pure white underwear, a rather
conservative style. When I took off her underwear, I noticed she had very little pubic hair. I wanted to touch her labia,
but she refused, whispering that she was still a virgin and could only look, not touch. Actually, I had touched her
several times , but she couldn't accept my caresses.
After taking her underwear, I held her tightly, rubbing my face against her breasts. She held my
head tenderly and said, "Is it like this with your sister too?" I nodded, then slipped my hand inside her t-shirt,
caressing her bra. When I reached the back clasp, I opened it when she wasn't looking!
She hadn't expected me to take off her bra, and she started to struggle! Just then, someone came in to urinate, and she didn't
dare make a sound, so I became even more unrestrained in rubbing her breasts.
Her breasts were similar to my older sister's, but my older sister's nipples were a lighter color. I saw her brows
furrowed , looking both excited and distressed. I also put her nipple in my mouth, and I couldn't help but think of my older sister's nipples.
I really missed them! So I cherished this opportunity.
While licking and sucking her nipples, I also stroked her genitals with my hand until her legs went weak...
After I was done licking, I considerately helped her fasten her bra and pull up her t-shirt. At this moment, she leaned against the wall, panting, looking at
me. I didn't know if she had orgasmed.
Still not satisfied, I took out my penis and asked her to hold it. She didn't dare to look, just closed her eyes and held
it. I grabbed her hand and guided her to masturbate me. Because we were both very nervous, I ejaculated not long after
!
After cleaning up, and making sure no one else came in, we "escaped" from the gas station as quickly as possible! Then,
very tacitly, we left one on each side! That night I was in a terrible mood, and I kept
masturbating until I was completely exhausted and finally fell asleep.

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