Sharing my bus experience

After reading many friends' shared bus experiences, I couldn't help but recall my own two bus experiences. Actually, I'm a rather slow-witted person, but these two experiences were truly unforgettable. So I'm sharing them here as a kind of memory of my youth. The first time was when I was very young. I took the company shuttle bus to a certain place, then transferred to a public bus to go home. At that time, I didn't own a car yet. Anyone who's experienced squeezing onto buses in Shanghai knows how it feels during rush hour—it's like being sardines packed in. If it's summer, and there's no air conditioning on the bus, it's absolutely unbearable. Sometimes, after a single trip, my shirt would be soaked through. That one time, I was squeezed into a bus, holding onto the pillars above and below the door. A beautiful woman with her child, probably picking her child up from school, couldn't get in through the front door, so she boarded through the middle door. After getting on, she squeezed in front of me. I probably didn't notice, but her breasts were pressing against my hand. Her breasts were quite large. At first, I didn't notice, but then I felt it and secretly looked at her. She was indeed very beautiful and had a good temperament. After a while, I think I moved my hand slightly, and she noticed. She looked at me too, but she didn't move her breasts away. She seemed like a respectable young woman, and her child, a little boy, was next to her—probably in kindergarten. It's funny to think about it now. Actually, my heart was pounding, but I was too embarrassed to move my hand away. I really liked the soft, fleshy mound of her breasts pressing against my hand. I thought to myself, "It would be nice to have the chance to spend some time with this woman." I enjoyed this feeling for a while, my mind racing, until she got off after several stops. Through the window, I could see she had a good figure—not too thin, not too fat. Many years have passed, but this incident and her face remain etched in my memory. Another time, it was a rainy day, not yet summer vacation, but already quite hot and humid. A high school girl was going to school that morning. I had a seat on the bus, like on those Shanghai buses, where some seats are face-to-face with an aisle leading to the middle door. The girl got on and tried to grab the handrail, but because I was facing the aisle, her genitals were pressed against my leg, about knee-high. My foot and calf were stuck between her standing legs. I think this description gives you an idea of what it was like. Because it was so crowded, with people back-to-back in the aisle, the girl was forced to move closer to me. Her genitals were constantly rubbing against my leg. Her genitals were plump and soft, very sensual. Because it was hot and raining, everyone was wearing very thin clothes, and I could feel the heat of her vulva and the friction of her pubic hair where my knee was pressed against her genitals. Because I mostly looked at my phone when I got on the bus, and back then you could read some novels or English articles on your phone, I didn't pay much attention at first. Later, I started to feel it, but I couldn't pull my legs out; I always felt like she was trapping me between them. At that time, I pretended to look at my phone, occasionally sneaking a peek at her. She was a very fair-skinned girl with long, flowing hair, a round face, and wasn't bad-looking. This continued until we got off the bus together. During that long time, I never knew if she knew that her genitals were pressing against my legs. Even after we got off, when I glanced at her a few times, she seemed completely unaffected, her expression unreadable. These two incidents, which happened during my bus rides, often come to mind, giving me a strange feeling. It's a small experience in my life, I suppose. [The End]

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