[Sexy Young Woman on the Bus] Author: Unknown

Sexy Young Women on the Bus
Author: Unknown
Word Count: 3415
That summer evening was quite hot. I finally managed to catch a bus, but because it had been a long time since
its last departure, it was incredibly crowded. By the time I got on, I could only stand by the door. People kept pushing on.
A young man and I stood back to back, with two women in their thirties in front of us. People were still surging on; the bus was like
a sardine canopy. The two women in front of me, their backs to me, made me feel uneasy. My legs were pressed tightly against theirs
, and for someone in their twenties like myself, I felt a mix of nervousness, unease, and excitement. One of the women, struggling
to grab the handrail, tried to move to the left, and the crowd immediately pushed the other woman right next to me,
less than a centimeter apart.
The car started moving, and it was already dark. The woman was rather voluptuous, with short hair, wearing a slightly
sheer pink top with a low neckline, and a light blue sheer skirt. She wasn't wearing stockings, which
was a common practice in this city. Her skin was very fair, and the top was very form-fitting, revealing her curves. I stole
a glance; her breasts were full and large, and because the top was tight, the outline of her breasts was very clear
, even her nipples were discernible. I couldn't help but stare at her neck and the exposed part of her back; her fair skin,
even the fine hairs were clearly visible, and a faint fragrance made me a little dizzy. Standing behind her, the bra straps at her shoulders
were right up to my eyes, and following the straps forward, her cleavage was so clear. Admiring her at such close range, I felt
my breath quicken.
Her buttocks were quite large, and her skirt was probably thin and transparent, making her underwear clearly visible. Because of the crowd, her already
short top had ridden up even higher, revealing part of her slender waist. As the bus swayed, I could see her
pink underwear. In the swaying bus, avoiding contact was impossible. Each time I bumped into her, she didn't flinch
, which calmed my anxious heart a little. Taking advantage of another sway in the crowd, I pressed my right knee against her
thigh, and she still didn't flinch. When the bus braked, I deliberately pushed forward, and she leaned back,
we pressed tightly together. I had worried she would move away, but she leaned back even more than I expected
, and she didn't move away after we were pressed together. My anxiety completely subsided.
In such a crowded bus, and at night, no one could see anything below the waist. Her buttocks
were pressed tightly against my groin, and my penis was already erect, completely pressing against her buttocks. The feeling
was heavenly, like drinking a cup of ancient, aged wine from heaven, and I wished I could never wake up. She was a head shorter than me, and my penis
was only touching the upper part of her buttocks. So, I extended one leg forward and touched both of her feet. She seemed
to understand my intention, and her legs parted slightly, allowing me to easily place one foot between her thighs
. Wearing only shorts, my right knee was pressed tightly against her right thigh, skin to skin. Her
thigh was very hot, and when I touched it, she trembled all over. I was extremely excited and trembled slightly, feeling
her trembling slightly as well.
After leaning against her like this for a while, her top was already a little damp with sweat, the outline of her breasts was more defined, and the bra
straps were clearly visible through her clothes at the back. Her face was flushed. I bent my left leg
slightly, allowing my penis to travel down her buttocks. When my penis touched the cleft of her buttocks, she trembled violently,
feeling her body go even softer, her right leg almost entirely supported by me. Her skirt was the elastic type, which I pulled down
a little more, revealing most of her shorts. It was so crowded that I stopped holding onto the handrails and placed both hands directly on her
buttocks. She flinched. I just slowly stroked her buttocks, and she seemed relieved. I
moved from her left buttock to her right, then slid down along the cleft. Suddenly, I spread my hands and pressed them against the junction of her buttocks and the cleft
. She suddenly froze. I had originally intended to slide down the cleft to between her legs, but finding it too crowded, I stopped
sliding and had to withdraw my hands, continuing to move upwards. She also breathed a sigh of relief and glanced back at me. Only then
did I truly see her face clearly. She was very sexy, with bright red lipstick, and a blush covering her light makeup. With another sudden stop,
I took the opportunity to move closer and lick her back.
Her buttocks were warm and soft, and it felt good to touch them. My hand wandered to her waist, touching her skin.
I deliberately pulled her shirt up a little higher, pressing it tightly against her skin, and tried to slip it along the edge of her underwear. Then, I slipped
a finger inside the edge of her underwear. Perhaps because of the crowded bus, she didn't react. So, while the bus was swaying, I
suddenly slipped my hand inside her underwear, the back of my hand touching her buttocks. She flinched and shook her upper body, a
sign of disapproval. I didn't dare go too far and quickly pulled my hand out. She glanced back at me, her expression a mixture of resentment and
dissatisfaction.
I pulled my hand out, still keeping my penis pressed against her buttocks. She seemed to like this the most; her buttocks
swayed against my penis as the bus swayed. When the bus braked, I moved forward, and she moved backward, pressing tightly against me. With
so many people on the bus, I didn't dare to take my penis out, so it was difficult to reach her labia. I could touch her buttocks and
her thighs, but I just couldn't feel her labia. As the car moved, my right leg forced her right knee to bend, my right
calf passing between her legs. Then, my right knee gradually rose, her thigh becoming increasingly tender as I went up. Suddenly,
my thigh met her vulva; a bone pressed against it in front, softness behind. My heart skipped a beat—I had touched the
longed-for mons pubis and labia. She shuddered violently, then almost collapsed onto me, her entire vulva
pressed tightly against my right leg. Waves of heat washed over my thigh; her panties seemed soaked. My leg rubbed back and forth
, the pubic bone clearly visible in front, the labia soft and wet in the middle, and her buttocks and cleft behind
.
The wetness made my blood boil. My right leg rubbed back and forth, the feeling of her labia being squeezed was very
obvious. Her panties were soaked, dripping onto my leg, and the woman trembled incessantly. Her legs were spread
wide, seemingly trying to open her genitals to touch my legs, and even as the train braked, she continued to rub against
my legs tightly. She gripped the handrail tightly with one hand, her head bowed, breathing heavily, her buttocks thrusting towards me as she tried to.
I pulled her skirt up a little, but she didn't notice. Looking around the carriage, I saw that because it was crowded, there was no one else.
We were spotted. Several other women were also huddled together with some fellows, perhaps
engaged in something even more passionate.
I took the woman's hand in mine, her hand sweaty. I ran my fingers over her back, touching and
squeezing the outside of her thighs. Her thighs continued to rub against her labia. A bold idea struck me. Taking advantage of
the car's swaying, I squeezed a little space around myself, slowly pulled her skirt up, and lowered my right leg away from
her genitals. The woman turned her head, mouth agape, giving me a confused look. I placed my left hand flat on her right
thigh, palm up, and thrust it forcefully into her genitals. She jolted, her body stiffening. A wet
sensation immediately spread from my hand throughout her body.
She was still a little stiff, but didn't leave. Encouraged, I squeezed inside her panties. Immediately, my
hands were soaked. She seemed to understand my intention, her body sinking down, her labia pressing tightly against my hand
. Her labia were large; I almost used my whole hand to pry them open. My thumb touched her vagina;
the opening was wide open, and vaginal fluid flowed onto my hand. I put my right arm around her waist, and two fingers of my left hand
traced the cleft between her labia to her clitoris. I pressed on her clitoris, and the woman's body trembled violently. With each press,
she shuddered, and her entire genitals twitched.
I was extremely excited. I grabbed her panties and pulled them down, so they were below her thighs, allowing my
hand to easily slip inside. My left hand roughly pinched her labia, her juices soaking my hand. Her clitoral
foreskin was long; I pinched it between my fingers, deliberately stretching it out, then pressed it firmly between her labia,
rubbing it hard. The woman's head was lowered, her body almost completely limp on my left hand. I could feel her vagina was
wide open, with copious amounts of juices flowing out. A bold idea struck me. I used my right hand to pull up the right side of my shorts,
pulled out my swollen penis, and positioned it against the woman's vulva. With my left hand, I guided my penis to the entrance of her vagina.
The woman seemed too excited to notice my actions. I pressed my penis against her and slowly inserted it a little,
then suddenly stopped. I grabbed her waist with my right hand and pulled her back tightly, allowing my penis to fully penetrate
. The woman let out a muffled groan, her body trembled, and she stiffened.
The train was almost at the station, and I couldn't care less about anything else. I thrust hard, and the woman gripped
the handrail tightly with both hands, her lower body swaying with my thrusts. I ejaculated all my semen deep into her vagina. I pulled out my penis
, helped the woman pull up her shorts, and noticed that her top was soaked. After a few minutes, the woman
pulled up her skirt and top with one hand, then turned halfway around to look at me. Perhaps intentionally, one of her hands was on her thigh
, just touching my penis. Because she was turned around, it was even more cramped, so I had to let my penis touch her
hand completely. I noticed that her palm was open, which was perfect for holding my penis. The woman smiled at me, and
taking advantage of the swaying of the train, I hugged her and kissed her. Unexpectedly, the woman turned around completely. Without hesitation,
I hugged her tightly and kissed her in the darkness.
The bus finally arrived, and the woman turned and got off. I wanted to follow her and ask her something, but I noticed a
man with a child waiting for her outside. They walked forward, and I followed her a few meters behind. I saw the woman walk unsteadily.
At a corner, she glanced back at me, and I didn't follow her any further.
This was an experience I had a few years ago, and now I almost never take the bus. I live in Beijing,
where people lead very stressful lives. The pressure of competition forces them to devote most of
their energy to work and study, leaving little opportunity to relax and release pent-up desires. Those who take the bus are mostly
impoverished people struggling to make ends meet, many of whom are highly educated. After several years of taking the bus, I've noticed that
women on buses crave that kind of passionate stimulation. Initially, I was quite docile, but I often found women deliberately getting close to me.
Some pressed their breasts against me from behind, others placed their hands on the handrail, and some even
touched me from behind. As a man, I can't quite describe how I felt.
Public buses are a breeding ground for passion, and the only place where impoverished people can indulge themselves. Why not throw themselves into
this passion?
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