Encountering a woman with sexual desires on a bus

Once, I was on a bus in Chengdu. The bus was crowded, and everyone was packed. There was nothing I could do about it, so I just put up with it. At the next stop, a lot of people got on, making the bus even more crowded. A few girls squeezed next to me and stood very close to me, but I didn't pay any attention to them. Later, as the train started moving, I realized something was wrong. My elbow was pressed against a girl's chest, and with the train's swaying, it was rubbing against her soft, comfortable flesh. I glanced at her and saw that she was fairly attractive, not exactly beautiful, but rather pretty, average-looking. She looked to be around 20 years old and was engrossed in chatting with the girl next to her. She seemed to notice something was amiss and looked in my direction. Startled, I quickly turned my head to look out the window, but my arm remained still, still rubbing against her chest. Because the train was crowded, this position was normal, and she couldn't possibly accuse me of being a pervert. I thought she would realize what was happening and move her chest away, but to my surprise, she just looked at me and turned her head away without moving her body. I could still rub against her chest with the train's swaying. To my surprise, at three consecutive stops, we were trying to make physical contact with each other in this ambiguous environment. I thought I might have encountered a lustful woman, so I turned to look at her specifically and found that her face was red, but otherwise she didn't seem to react much. Later, I boldly adjusted my position, moving my elbow slightly from rubbing the side of her chest to rubbing the front. As expected, I could clearly feel her nipples pushing against her soft bra, standing erect. As the train swayed, I began to slowly tease her nipples. I noticed her face turned even redder, but she still didn't try to pull away. Gradually, I got tired of it and changed positions again. I boldly turned around, letting my hand hang naturally near her buttocks, and gently rubbing her buttocks with the back of my hand as the train swayed. Sure enough, she still didn't move, still letting me take advantage of her as I pleased. The bus was crowded, so I didn't dare to move too much. I slowly turned my palm over and ran my fingertips along her buttocks. The elasticity was amazing; how wonderful it would feel if she weren't wearing clothes. This process lasted for about 5-6 stops, and she just sat there, letting me grope her. I was very curious about her feelings, so I glanced at her again—this was my third time looking at her. What I saw shocked me: she looked like she was enjoying herself, like someone in an adult film who had just experienced the afterglow of an orgasm. Suddenly, I realized I was practically giving her a massage. How infuriating! I thought I was getting a good deal, but it turned out I was the one being taken advantage of. Finally, her stop came. She looked up at me a second time, and this time I didn't look away. I stared at her. She blushed, lowered her head, and stepped aside to get off the bus. As she passed me, I grabbed her buttocks hard. She was startled and paused, but didn't turn around, getting off the bus with her female companion. To be honest, this time I'm a bit discouraged. It's like a dark and stormy night when you kidnap a beautiful woman to rape her, but instead of crying and begging for mercy, you hear, "Harder!" After reading everyone's replies, I'm really motivated to post this. Actually, I've also encountered a gay man and a lesbian—two experiences in total. If this gets over 300 likes, I'll write about them. Regarding the authenticity: Some friends doubt the authenticity, but there's really no need to lie here. Whether you treat it as a fantasy novel or a piece of reportage doesn't matter; the important thing is whether you feel pleasure. Your happiness is my happiness. Regarding why I didn't leave contact information or anything like that: She had a female companion, so it wasn't convenient. Actually, this was a special person encountered in a special place at a special event. Maybe she was particularly sensitive these past few days because her period had just ended and she needed an ambiguous environment to vent. I've actually seen women reach orgasm during their menstrual period, especially with the swaying of a bus. But it's really just a physiological need; the feeling fades after that period. Isn't it better to leave it as a beautiful memory? If it were to actually intrude into each other's lives, it might not be so beautiful after all. [The End]

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