Real bus romance encounters

At the beginning of the year, I went on a business trip from Nanning back to Hengyang. Because it was almost Chinese New Year, I couldn't buy train tickets at all, so I had to take
the 8 PM bus back to Hengyang, arriving at 6 AM the next morning. The world is truly full of coincidences. I had just 　　settled into my seat—it seems the buses in Nanning are quite standardized, requiring assigned seating—when two men got on
. One of them, presumably sitting next to me, offered to let me move to the back so they could sit together. I refused, as window seats are better for sleeping. So they went to some seats in the back, and then a girl came on. What a coincidence! Her seat had been taken by those two men, so she ended up sitting next to me. As soon as she got on, I carefully observed her: fair skin, tall figure, and a stylish look. I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. If she had willingly sat next to me, then it was likely that nothing would have happened, because if she were near the aisle, we wouldn't have been able to have sex. 　　But things took a dramatic turn. She stood there fiercely and said to me, "I want to sit inside because my ticket is for a window seat, but those two guys behind me took it." 　　I was furious and said, "They took your seat, and mine is also a window seat." 　　But I politely replied, "If you want to sit inside, you can have it." I 　　acted very gentlemanly, and perhaps it was this inexplicable gentlemanly demeanor that paved the way for a wonderful evening. 　　However, I pretended to be busy and said, "Wait a moment, I'll make a call and then give you the seat." 　　Seeing my politeness, she obediently stood and waited for me for about ten minutes. After I finished my call, I moved out , and she sat inside. After everything was settled, the bus started moving. Since it was night, all the lights inside , with only some dim lights from outside drifting in intermittently. The TV on the bus was showing "Rob-B-Hood." 　　I was thinking to myself, a man should act cool. No matter how pretty she is, you can't easily strike up a conversation with a girl, or she 'll start acting arrogant. So I pretended to watch a movie, muttering to myself, "Hey, 'Rob-B-Hood' has been out for ages , I've never had a chance to watch it." 　　To my surprise, she actually started talking to me, saying she'd seen it four or five times, and then began telling me about it while watching, and the atmosphere became more relaxed. 　　Actually, by this point I was no longer interested in the movie, so I asked her, "Do you have a boyfriend?" 　　She said, "Yes, in Tianjin, we only see each other once a year." 　　So I said, "That's the same as not having one." 　　Next, she asked if I had a girlfriend and what I was doing in Nanning. I actually had a girlfriend, but I said no, I was in Nanning on a business trip. Then I shared some of my impressions of Nanning, and she started telling me about her past relationships, so touching. I also started talking about my views on relationships, which probably resonated with her. I knew we were around 25 years old, but I acted very rationally and humorously, which made her start to feel a little attached to me. 　　It was around 10 PM, and everyone was starting to get tired. I helped her recline, turning her into a semi-reclined position, and then adjusted myself to match her angle , making us look like a married couple sleeping. 　　She started to feel hot, so she slowly took off her long coat, revealing a pink, tight-fitting sweater . I could clearly see her firm, round breasts and her cleavage was quite prominent. I blushed and my heart started racing. Because she took off her coat, a fragrance wafted towards me, and at that moment, I realized she was trying seduce me. She must have been aware of my awkwardness and lewd expression, but she never looked at me directly. After taking off her clothes, she covered herself with the coat, but because we were so close, she also covered my left hand. 　　We lay there like that, listening to her talk about her past relationships, her parents, and some . I comforted her constantly and occasionally peeled an orange for her; the oranges from Guangxi were so sweet. 　　It was almost midnight, and most of the other passengers in the carriage were asleep. Only her soft whispers remained in my ear. The occasional sounds of the train engine and horn filled the air. At this point, she seemed to sense our attraction, and in a moment of tenderness, she covered my left hand, which was hidden under her coat, and our fingers intertwined . 　　Once our fingers were intertwined, I could clearly feel her warm palm and smooth skin. Women of this age are the most alluring—mature yet innocent, sexy yet understated, dignified yet with a touch of desire. Think about it, since she was holding my hand, if I didn't, I wouldn't be a man . So, instinctively, I pulled her hand from between us towards her lower abdomen. With her coat as cover, I had nothing to hide. 　　Then I whispered in her ear, "Your skin is so beautiful. I really want to put my hand inside your sweater and feel your smooth skin." 　　She initially said I was naughty, but still shyly agreed, warning me that I could only touch around and not touch anything else. Of course, I readily agreed, so I took off her small hand and gently opened her sweater, her undershirt. My hand immediately stopped on her lower abdomen and gently rubbed it back and forth. My heart began to heat up. What beautiful skin! So soft and supple. I quietly enjoyed the wonderful touch, while felt my warm and slightly sweaty palm, her eyes wide, looking at me happily and peacefully. 　　I gradually lost control of my emotions, and my hand began to move slowly and tentatively towards her chest, but every time it was about to touch her bra, she would pull my hand back to her abdomen. I tried several times without success. 　　But then, in the dim light, I vaguely noticed her expression beginning to ecstasy. So, I hardened my heart , quickened my pace, and suddenly grasped her right breast. This time, she was completely unable to resist, because I knew deeply that at this point, a woman's body had become weak. Although her subconscious told her it was wrong, she didn't want to resist because this caress felt so good. 　　My hand, through her bra, began to slowly knead her breast. She had already closed her eyes.

She nestled her head on my shoulder, muttering repeatedly, "Don't touch me, stop it."

I lingered between her breasts for about ten minutes. By then, I could clearly hear her
faint , rapid breathing. A smile crept onto my face as I realized she was starting to need me. She
was eagerly awaiting my next move, but I wasn't so easily fooled. I continued to
caress . After a long while, I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled off her bra and
firmly grasped one of her breasts with my large hand. Now we were completely skin to skin. Her breasts weren't large, but they
were for my hand. I started tracing circles along her breasts towards her nipples. When I touched them,
they were already erect. I kneaded her nipples, and she began to moan. The entire carriage was filled with snoring.
It was late at night, but only her moans intoxicated me. I couldn't feel anyone else in the carriage anymore
.

But her bra was too tight, and it kept rubbing against my hand as I rubbed her. I didn't care,
because my target wasn't her breasts, but her lower body. We'd touched her breasts a lot, but the lower body was more difficult
. So I started to shift my position. Since my left hand had been the primary tool, it was quite sore by this point.
My left hand stopped on her breasts, and my right hand began to touch the inside of her thighs. At this point, she didn't resist at all
, letting me caress her through her pants. Because Nanning is quite hot, she was only wearing one pair of pants, so it still felt good
to touch , unlike in the north where it feels like touching a lump of cloth because of the many layers of pants.

At this point, she couldn't take it anymore. I hadn't even touched her private parts yet, but she was already impatient.
She grabbed my right hand with her right hand and dragged it between her legs, rubbing it up and down through her pants. Her body
started to writhe, and her breathing quickened. At this point, I was greatly encouraged, and my right hand
began to rub her buttocks, groin, vagina, and clitoris forcefully with all my might
. How could I not rub hard through her pants?

After a frenzy, I slowly and tentatively tried to undo her belt, but damn it, it was too tight. I struggled
for a long time without success. In the end, she helped me undo it herself. My hand started
to slide down her abdomen, and the moment I touched her clitoris, she trembled all over, her legs
clamping tightly around my fingers. I guessed she had her first orgasm. But unfortunately, the car
stopped at a gas station, and they told everyone to go to the restroom. Damn it.

The car stopped, the interior lights came on, and I quickly removed my hands from her, still maintaining
a gentlemanly demeanor (I wear a suit when I travel for work). The others got off one by one, and I asked her with concern, "Do you need to
go to the restroom?"

She seemed a little embarrassed, and having just had an orgasm, her legs were probably weak. She shook her
head and said no. I got off to use the restroom and wipe myself, because after the passion,
I was completely wet down there, damn it.

After a ten-minute break, the bus resumed its journey. It was around 1 a.m. Everyone
on the bus was exhausted and had fallen asleep almost immediately. The lights were all off again. I
wasn't about to let such a good opportunity pass, so I slowly slipped my hand inside her bra, groping back and forth. She still
shyly rested her head on my shoulder, letting my right hand wander between her smooth breasts and armpits. I
began to slowly arouse her desire again. Unfortunately, I had just noticed
that the man sitting across the aisle, parallel to me, had his eyes half-open while sleeping. It startled me; I thought he wasn't asleep and kept
looking in my direction, but he was actually snoring.

As I slowly moved from her chest to her lower body, I realized that her belt had been fastened again
. Damn it! I spent ages trying to undo it, but I couldn't. Since we were both half-lying down, if I sat up and
tried to undo it with both hands, it would be too obvious and arouse suspicion. So, I had no choice but
to pull her hands over and help her undo her belt. Then, I slowly
pulled her underwear and outer pants down to her mid-thighs. She was very cooperative; as I pulled, she slowly lifted
her buttocks

her pants were down, I couldn't wait to run my hands down her pubic hair. When I
pinched her labia between my index and middle fingers, I discovered she was already very wet. It was soaking wet,
and from this, I guessed she hadn't had sex in a long time, or perhaps she had a habit of masturbating frequently—but that's another
story. Honestly, I've had a few girlfriends before, but I've never touched such smooth, delicate labia
, as smooth as breast skin. Many girls have great skin on their bodies, but the skin around their genitals
is often rough. I covered her vulva with my middle finger, gently touching her clitoris back and forth, occasionally
brushing her vaginal opening with my fingertip. Her moans grew louder and louder, almost out of control. I was terrified that the people
in the car would hear, because it was late at night. Luckily, the car engine was running, otherwise, it would have been a disaster. So I buried her
head deep in my chest.

She was still moaning, and I continued to feel her beautiful skin with my fingers. Wet, slippery,
soft—I'll never forget it. Now I often complain that my current girlfriend's vulva skin is too bad; it
has no feel at all. I wonder if she's noticed anything.

As I touched her, listening to her ecstatic moans, I began to lose control. I moved my entire hand
around her vulva, gradually increasing the pressure from gentle caresses. Sometimes I teased her clitoris, sometimes
I squeezed her labia, sometimes I touched her urethra and vaginal opening, teasing around the vaginal opening, but
I wouldn't go inside. This made her incredibly aroused; she wanted it, but I wouldn't give in. Because she was lying diagonally against me,
I could clearly feel her chest heaving faster. It felt so good, a sense of accomplishment from conquering a woman welled up inside me.

Finally, I couldn't resist any longer and inserted my entire middle finger into her vagina. It was so slippery, so wet, so hot. My
finger was sticky. I thrust in deeply, then shallowly, then pulled out, then thrust in hard again, sometimes moving
quickly , sometimes slowly, making her scream on top of me. I guess people nearby could hear, but I
couldn't control my emotions anymore. How could I bear to leave such a slippery vagina? And it was so tight...
I could clearly feel the tightness of her vaginal walls as my fingers entered. One finger wasn't enough for
her, so I inserted my index and middle fingers simultaneously, moving them back and forth for a long time. Finally, her whole body
started trembling again, her legs shaking, and a wave of heat surged through my fingers. I knew she had orgasmed, but
I was exhausted, and I really wanted it too. So I took her hand and put it inside my underwear. She only rubbed it
a couple of times before stopping, saying she was too tired.

I was incredibly frustrated. Then she pulled her hand back and continued holding my left hand. She immediately fell asleep
, sleeping soundly like a log. I was left alone, frustrated and suppressing my desire.
She didn't wake up until we were almost at our stop in the morning, and we got off the train at the same time. After getting off, we were going back to our respective towns. She went to queue up and bought me
a ticket back to my town, probably to compensate me for my efforts the night before. I offered her the money for the ticket, but she
refused to accept it. We exchanged phone numbers later. When I had the chance, I went to Nanning to see her. I miss her skin so much; it was
such beautiful skin. I can't forget it.

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