I'm so sorry, big sister!

Last night, I took a long-distance sleeper bus from my hometown of LQ to Jijiazui, Wuhan, because train tickets were really hard to get. There were no tickets left, but I asked the driver if I could take someone on a ride. He said yes. I thought as long as I had a place to sit, a few hours would pass quickly. I'd figure it out when I got to Wuhan, since I had things to do. I didn't think much of it and just boarded. But when I got there, I realized I wasn't the only passenger! There were three more people than the bus's capacity—more than 100 overloaded! Watching so many people crammed on, I thought—I'm not sitting in a sleeper berth, I'm on a four-wheeled train! Anyway… but that's where the story begins. The upper berths were taken by people the driver knew or regular passengers. The rest of us were assigned to the lower berths. My seat was near the middle of the bus—which I personally considered the safest place. There were three rows of bunk beds. I sat in the middle lower bunk, next to a man. To his left was a woman with a little girl; I later learned she was the man's wife and daughter. The woman had been sleeping since I boarded. Because the train had air conditioning, she wasn't really covered by a blanket, and she had luggage and other belongings inside her, except for the little girl, who was tucked into her arms as she slept. It was nighttime after the train departed. The train was dark, and everyone was getting sleepy from the swaying. But I wasn't. I saw the woman's legs exposed across from me, and although she was clothed, something inexplicably tempted me! I decided to secretly touch her feet. Perhaps I have a foot fetish. In the darkness, using my laptop bag as cover, I slowly placed my right hand on the mature woman's leg, slowly and gently moving it down, inching closer to her foot. Unfortunately, she wasn't wearing stockings, but rather white cotton socks. But in that environment, it wasn't bad either. At least the shape of her feet felt nice to the touch—soft and warm. There was also a little girl's foot lying nearby. I personally don't have much interest in young girls. I "concentrated" on stroking those rather nice little feet. At first, it was slow, just touching, but then I gradually increased the pressure. However, it was still limited to gentle stroking, because there were still many people on the bus, and her husband was lying next to me; we chatted quite a bit. About an hour passed like that, then the little girl stirred, and they all woke up. They got up to eat oranges. Judging from their expressions, the woman didn't know I had touched her feet, or rather, she hadn't mentioned it. After finishing the oranges, the little girl wanted to sleep with her father, so the man asked me to sit at his wife's feet. I was initially reluctant because the woman had already covered herself with the blanket. It seemed I wouldn't have a chance to enjoy her warm little feet again. However, after the bus had been moving for a while, I was pleasantly surprised to find that her blanket wasn't covering her very tightly. The swaying of the car gave my hand, under the cover of darkness, the opportunity to once again reach for those warm little feet. This time, I gently tried to move up the cuffs, but the cuffs were too tight, so I only managed to discover that she was wearing wool pants, and probably thermal underwear or something similar underneath. Originally, I thought I'd just touch her and that would be enough; it was getting late, I'd take a nap. But an unnamed desire once again controlled my right hand, and I found myself sliding up her pants until I reached her inner thigh! Even through her clothes, the heat of her body was clearly transmitted from my hand to my senses, exciting me immensely! Just like when I first touched her feet, I gently tickled between her thighs through her clothes, not daring to make any big movements, yet wanting her to feel it—a contradictory feeling! Drawn by the heat of her inner thighs, my hand lingered, unwilling to leave. She stirred slightly, but I quickly adjusted my position in the darkness to make myself appear undetectable. Even after she stopped moving, I couldn't resist wandering to that warm patch of ground. Actually, that alone wasn't so bad; the key was that what happened next was completely unexpected. I don't know where I got the courage, but my hands gradually increased their pressure, kneading, pinching, and stroking between her thighs under the covers with all sorts of techniques. As I increased the pressure, I truly felt that she was awake! Her breathing was no longer so even, though it wouldn't arouse suspicion. But it was enough for me to determine that she was awake! She could feel every movement I made, and because she didn't resist, I pressed my hand even harder against her perineum, making circular motions with my wrist. I think if it were flirting with a woman, that kind of movement would be enough to make her wet. But in this situation, I really didn't know what was going on with her; I only knew that she was tightly gripping my hand, but she couldn't stop me. The pleasure of teasing her was incredibly arrogant! So arrogant that my hand left her crotch and went straight for her zipper! Under the thin blanket, three fingers completed the three steps of searching, tightening, and moving downwards, and her zipper was unzipped completely without my noticing! The game of war is about conquering different cities. When I unzipped her pants, I didn't linger on the joy of victory; instead, I pressed my fist even harder between her thighs! I wanted her to clearly realize that she was being harassed, but unable to resist! Then I continued my path of victory—slipping my hand inside her pants, slowly pulling down her wool pants, then her thermal underwear, until I saw her warm, slightly burning, smooth, soft belly! The feeling was indescribable! Then came my most insane act, the one I regretted most: as I pulled down her bra, I touched her pubic area, and then I boldly unbuttoned her pants!!! So impulsive! It was this action that made her unable to remain reserved, unable to "endure," unable to "enjoy" it any longer! She resolutely grabbed my hand! I secretly used all my strength to throw the blanket aside, and then got up and pulled it back up. Luckily, it was dark in the car, and the streetlights didn't shine on me, otherwise my face would have been scalded! Fortunately, she didn't seem very angry, and maybe it was her lack of anger that made me reach in again—my purpose was actually to touch her hand! To be honest, I don't even know where that thought came from. As you can imagine, she shook my hand off again. But I was still persistent! I thought to myself, I just wanted to hold your hand, nothing else. When I was shaken off for the third time, I was disheartened—I was rejected! Hehe. Hehe, the prank should end here, to be honest, I was exhausted too. Since she didn't want to, let's not go too far. Haha, it seems like I couldn't have gone any further. I adjusted my posture, hugged my laptop, and fell asleep. When I woke up, we were almost in Wuhan. People started getting off the bus one after another. She was still seemingly asleep. Almost without thinking, I reached under the covers again and held her feet, not missing a single toe. Her soft soles were so alluring! My grip was firm, of course; she could definitely feel it, but she didn't move. Let me touch her… When we were almost at Jijiazui, I squeezed those little feet that had made me make a mistake tightly, as a farewell. Then I packed my things, waited for the bus to stop, and quickly got off, disappearing into the night. I can hardly imagine how she felt. I'm so sorry I didn't let her rest well on the long bus ride—especially during the New Year. I'm so sorry, sister!

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