Traveling in the night

From childhood to adulthood, I've experienced being taken advantage of many times—touched and groped; sometimes in cars,
sometimes in dance halls; sometimes even by acquaintances, taking advantage of me when I'm drunk.
At first, I was scared and would hide. If it went too far, I'd secretly punch them or step on their feet. Later,
I'd also pay attention to the man's appearance and glare at him. In short, these men who took advantage of me, whether
they were inherently filthy or had something to hide, all had ugly faces and contorted features. With
more experience, I'd become less lenient and teach them a lesson; in public, they wouldn't dare scream, feeling quite pleased
with themselves .
Sometimes, when I encountered children or young boys doing this, I'd think they'd never seen a woman before and give them a stern look to
intimidate ; of course, if I was in a good mood, I'd let them touch me.
These things happened because of the circumstances; I had no choice but to endure it. There was no
pleasure in it; it was all voluntary cooperation. But there was one time, a time when I willingly and with longing lingered in my mind, a feeling that kept
replaying in my thoughts. In quiet moments, I could even fantasize about making love, the excitement keeping me
awake.
Here's what happened: A close friend from university called after three years of working to say she was getting married.
She came from the countryside and went back to her hometown after graduation, working in a prefecture-level city there. The only way to get there
was by bus, as there was no train line.
I went to the station to inquire; there were daytime buses and overnight sleeper buses. I'd never ridden a sleeper bus before,
so I was excited. Besides, I could sleep until dawn and then have some fun during the day. But
once on the bus, I regretted it immediately. The carriage reeked of foot odor, and my seat was in the back, an upper berth,
where the smell was even worse. I wanted to get a refund, but there were no hard-seat overnight buses available. So I had to talk to the driver and pay an extra thirty
yuan to move to a lower berth in the middle of the front.
It was very hot, and the air-conditioned bus had no windows that could be opened. People were all waiting below. I didn't know why, so I asked the driver why
the air conditioning wasn't on. He said it was a waste to turn it on now, but it would be on when we started moving, and it would be cold then. He then
suggested that since there was no one on the bus, I could pick out a clean blanket.
I was very grateful, so I rummaged through a stack of blankets, found a slightly cleaner one, put it on my berth, and
got off to wait.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the bus left the station, stopping and starting intermittently. The ticket collector even got off to argue with someone, then continued to
dawdle . Finally, just before leaving the city, two college-aged boys boarded. Because the berths on the bus
had already been sold out at the station according to regulations, the driver somehow got two folding stools for them, and they
sat on them in the narrow aisle.
The bus started moving again, this time speeding up. The two boys sat one behind the other talking, right next to me. I thought, "If we have to live like this
all night, we'll be exhausted.
" Not long after starting, the bus slowed down again, and the driver turned around and shouted to the two students, "Lie down, lie down,
we're checking!"
The two men didn't react at first, thinking they were being addressed, and they both scrambled down onto me, the
one behind me against my chest. The sudden turn of events terrified me, and I froze, resigned to fate
, waiting for someone to come up and drag me off to be shot.
Actually, no one came up to check; the doors didn't even open. After the bus started moving, I overheard the driver and ticket collector talking;
it seemed the inspector had only peeked through the window and then let us through.
After leaving the checkpoint, the two men finally stood up. The boy sitting behind me realized his recklessness, his face
turning red, and he awkwardly said, "Sorry, I was in such a rush..."
He was quite handsome, and seeing him almost stuttering, I wanted to laugh, so I said, "It's okay, you
scared !"
The bus sped forward, and the driver turned on the TV, playing terrible songs—four channels playing simultaneously, making quite
a racket . There was an old man behind me with the TV right in front of him, constantly getting up and lying down. The two students
couldn't stand it anymore, and the one in front got up and told the driver, who then turned it off.
Actually, it's unnecessary. These days, when traveling by bus, the elderly need quiet, and what young person doesn't have a cell phone? And what
cell phone doesn't have an MP3 or MP4 player? Sure enough, as soon as the TV was turned off, everyone put on their headphones. Two
students were examining their phones, and I took mine out to listen to music. I listen to these songs all the time, and with
the air conditioning running after the bus started, it wasn't hot and didn't seem to smell too bad, so I fell asleep amidst the swaying.
I slept until the bus stopped, and when I checked my phone, it was 11:30.
The driver called out for people to get off for lunch. I wasn't hungry, but I needed to pee, so I
took , put them on, and followed everyone off the bus.
I didn't know where I was. There were several large sleeper buses like ours parked there, people wandering around, but
not many going into the nearby restaurant. I looked around aimlessly and saw someone walking towards the left-hand intersection, so I followed a woman
. Sure enough, there was a sign on the wall that said "Toilet," with an arrow pointing inside.
After using the toilet, I grilled a few skewers of meat nearby and ate them, then got back on the bus, lay down, and continued listening to music.
Half an hour later, people started boarding the bus. Before I could even settle down, the bus started moving, and the lights outside the window
dwindled until it was completely dark, with only the occasional headlights of passing vehicles flashing by.
I couldn't sleep, so I listened to music while my eyes darted around. One of the two students was still playing on his phone, and the one behind me
was dozing off against the railing behind my head. I glanced at the berths on either side of me; there was a man on my left and an older
woman on my right. No wonder they were both leaning against me.
When the boy in front of me stretched and prepared to put away his phone, I suddenly felt a connection with him because he had reminded the
driver , so I asked to borrow his phone and asked what game he was playing. He said
he had downloaded a movie and handed it to me.
It was a comedy, and I put on my headphones and started watching. He then imitated his companion and leaned against the railing to try and sleep. I
got up and pulled him a little, pointing to my feet, indicating that I could sleep face down. He was grateful and tried to
lean over my calves, which were covered by the blanket.
I couldn't hear anything then, but I saw the boy next to my head secretly kicking his friend who was sleeping on my lap,
while the other guy pretended not to move. I was confused, so I took off my headphones and looked back at him. He immediately started pretending to sleep again,
and I realized he was teasing his friend. I felt a little embarrassed, my face flushed.
This wasn't a solution; it was too uncomfortable. So I moved my leg to get the boy up, and then tried to
move to the other side to make room for them both to sleep on their laps. They both noticed and kept whispering,
"No need, you can sleep, it's okay."
I tried a few times, but it just wouldn't work. Unless I put my legs on the ground, I had to make some space so they could
crawl on my legs and touch their heads. Just as we were being polite, the boy in front of me said his companion could go to the other side
of the aisle and I could crawl on my legs to sleep.
That was a great idea, I agreed. He groped his way over from the front, and I pulled my skirt up under the covers
, then covered myself up and let them crawl on my calves.
Sleeping head to head, we were mutually supporting each other; if we staggered, one would be holding my legs, and the other would be too high up. Once they were settled like this
, I felt awkward. First, I couldn't move my legs. I usually don't pay attention to whether my legs need to move while sleeping, but now
they felt itchy in the soles or toes, and they were also very hot. I wanted to move but didn't dare. Because of
the it felt like his hand was about to reach my thigh. With every bump of the car, I worried he was deliberately touching me.
I couldn't concentrate on the movie anymore; my mind started racing. I simply turned it off, woke the boy up, gave it back to him, closed my eyes, and
pretended to sleep. After a while, I fell asleep.
I lay there in a daze for ages, unable to fall asleep. The car was bumping along, and they were bobbing up and down on my legs.
My heart was itching. By the fleeting headlights of passing cars, I could see the face of the boy in front of me. He was fast asleep with his eyes closed
, and he looked very handsome.
I
just jumped, and I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I could hear my own heart pounding.
The hand slowly climbed up my leg with the swaying of the car, as if it had been bumped up.
I didn't
think about the flashing lights or the roar of the car; my mind was completely focused on that leg. I closed my eyes so tightly they started to ache.
The hand touched my knee, but since I couldn't move any further, it stopped there and gently kneaded it. I felt a little relieved
and quietly breathed a sigh of relief, trying to relax.
Just then, there was a big bump, and he got up and landed on my thigh. My
heart tightened again with the movement of his hand. My thigh muscles were so sensitive; the tension was accompanied by an unbearable itch
.
His hand, like a snake, would seize any opportunity to slip between my legs. After a few shakes,
his hand was fully inside, grasping the soft flesh of my inner thigh, as if it were his own.
His hand started to sweat, and my legs seemed to be sweating too. He sensed this and tentatively
moved upwards. I don't know what I was thinking at the time, but I also took advantage of the jolt to spread my legs.
To be honest, he was handsome and I liked him, so I wouldn't resist his advances, but I had never done anything like this before,
always giving him space. As soon as I spread my legs, I worried he would touch me, touch my private parts, and the tension
surged up from the bottom of my heart again.
Later, I realized that my act of spreading my legs might actually have been a signal to him—a signal that no man
would let me go.
The boy turned his head back and rested it on his arm, shifting his body higher. His
elbow was almost touching my genitals with the swaying of the car. His other hand was bolder, tentatively pausing
before moving to my genitals, his fingers tracing the muscles of my thigh at the base.
Excitement increasingly overwhelmed my nervousness. I wanted to spread my legs wider, but the boy below held my
feet. So, as his fingers carefully manipulated my waistband, I unconsciously
turned an O-shape.
His hand visibly trembled, pausing for a while before continuing, his fingers gently lifting
the outside of . It made me want to move, to ease the discomfort, but I didn't have the courage in my nervousness.
He started to pull up my waistband from the side, his fingers touching my vulva—it felt like an electric shock. I
involuntarily trembled. Before he could even separate them and touch my opening, I felt something gushing out, like
the heaviest flow during my period. I thought, "Oh no, could it be his period?" Then I remembered we just finished a few days ago, how could it be? What could it
be? I was wet and horny, but I didn't feel this way. It's not like I've never had sex before.
His hand was no longer restrained, groping up and down, his wet fingers searching for an opening
. I was pulled back by excitement, and my buttocks started to rub, wanting him to put his mouth to mine.
He went in, and I couldn't control myself anymore. I reached out and grabbed his arm, which
was pretending to be asleep , and held on tightly.
By this point, things had clearly changed. He got up, looked around, and
pulled his buttocks and the stool that were still in front of me towards me, trying to climb on my chest and continue pretending. I didn't care about him and pulled his arm straight to my head. He seemed to
understand, looked around again, and then suddenly lowered his head and kissed me.
I wanted it so badly, I didn't have such a strong desire. I stuck out my tongue and let him suck on it, but it felt superfluous, and I felt
uncomfortable if I didn't let him have it. His hand never left my genitals, it was still inside me.
He sucked on my tongue a few times, then left. He was worried, glancing around furtively, then came back down to suck. I
was so uncomfortable that I wanted to bend my legs up so he could penetrate me further, so I started pulling my legs away. The guy behind me was woken up by the pulling,
but I couldn't care less about him anymore.
The climax was coming, it was coming, push, push, I almost cried out. But just then, he
stopped, took his hand out, and swung it around in the air.
His fingers were so tired, he whispered to me, "I'm so sore!"
I didn't want to let him have his way, I still wanted to hug his neck, when suddenly I felt a cold hand come in, trembling and touching there. I
reached out and grabbed it, and put it down.
It finally opened up again, and my pants were rubbing painfully against the skin next to my waistband as his fingers went in. I reached in,
lifted my buttocks, and pulled it down to my legs.
The guy in front of me wasn't kissing me properly, he would just kiss me and then look up. Fortunately, he started putting his hand in and
touching my breasts. I lifted my short sleeve from my stomach and let him put his hand inside, and he just touched me like that through my bra.
My feet were also being held and squeezed, and in this midst of the double penetration, I climaxed.
I gritted my teeth, enduring the pleasure, letting it last for a long time.
The climax subsided, it was over, but the guy below was still thrusting hard. I was covered in sweat, and
embarrassed I responded to the guy in front of me, who kept leaning down to kiss me.
When he leaned down again, I whispered to him that I remembered, I was very hot. I saw him nudge
his partner over my body, and his partner removed his hand and sat up straight.
I took the bag from under my pillow, tore off some toilet paper, wiped myself under the covers, put on my underwear,
and sat up on the bed.
Everyone was silent. The guy in front was looking at the road ahead, and the guy behind was also sitting upright, looking out the window.
I kicked off the blanket, feeling incredibly cool and comfortable.
Sitting like this was uncomfortable, so I nudged the boy next to me and whispered, "You two take turns sleeping for a while,
I'll sit down."
He shook his head vigorously, saying, "No need, this is fine, fine."
I shoved the boy in front of me with my foot and pointed to the bed, but he shook his head too.
This was truly wonderful—dark, shameless, and so enjoyable. I was genuinely grateful to them. Since
they weren't resting, I felt awkward sleeping, so I half-leaned and held the boy next to me's hand, reminiscing about the madness of the moment.
He played with my hand with his fingers, and after a while, he became restless, pulling me towards him. I didn't refuse, but I
couldn't , so I lay down with his hand.
He half-turned to his side and unzipped his pants, and I felt a hard penis tucked into his pants and
pressed against his stomach. I pulled it out immediately. He quickly put his hand on the edge of the bed to block the light.
No mature woman dislikes a hard penis; I held it and stroked it, and my thoughts started again. My body
stirred, and all sorts of desires surged within me. I kicked the boy sitting upright in front of me with my toe. He turned around, and
before I could say anything, his companion gestured to him in the darkness.
Understanding, he began to move the chair closer to my thighs, then reached his hand under the covers from behind. I
pulled down my pants again, pushed myself back under the covers, and turned to the side, making my buttocks as close to his as possible. He started touching
my buttocks and my genitals, and my pleasure gradually intensified; I wanted to suck on the penis I was holding.
I tilted my head back, trying to reach him, but I couldn't reach it. He moved the chair around, facing backwards
. I tried again, but it was still inconvenient. Finally, he rearranged the position, stretching his legs out
under and getting as close to the edge as possible, so I could finally take it in my mouth.
It was hot, and I don't know if it was from the heat or from his uncleanliness, but it smelled a bit foul. But by then
, I was already so aroused that I felt embarrassed not to, so I started giving him oral sex.
I was giving him oral sex, and he was looking ahead, glancing at people while touching my breasts. His fingers were already inside my anus, playing with it,
which made me even more enthusiastic.
He ejaculated after only a few strokes, all of it into my mouth. I felt him ejaculate and wanted to open my mouth, but I was afraid
of getting it on his pants, so I just kept it all inside.
After he finished, I pursed my lips to prevent the semen from leaking out, and then slowly spat out his penis. It didn't feel right
where , so he helped me find something, and I was also uncomfortable from his hand inside me, wanting to open my mouth. Finally, he suddenly remembered
my toilet paper, pulled my bag out from under the pillow, and I took some, spat it out, rolled it into a ball, and placed it on the floor under
the bed.
He was quite considerate; he was satisfied with himself but didn't forget his partner. When I finished and lay down to enjoy myself, he carried
a stool to the front and whispered something to his partner.
The guy stopped what he was doing and started moving the stool towards me. I understood what they meant, but
oral sex like that was too uncomfortable. When he came over to sit in front of me, I sat up and said, "You sit on the bed, I'll rest my head
on your lap."
He hesitated for a moment, then got up. I glanced at the sleeping passengers around us and
the driver , then got up to make room for him.
I handed the pillow and bag to the guy at my feet, and he understood, placing them beside my feet. This way, his companion
could sit completely on top. I rested my head on his lap and started pulling down his zipper. He was much more obedient than the other guy;
his hands were trembling the whole time, and he was worried that my head was uncomfortable, so he gently supported it with one hand.
I unzipped it, and he fumbled around and pulled it out himself. It was really big, quite frightening. I played with it with my hand,
looking up at him and laughing. He turned his face away in embarrassment.
I took a big bite, and after taking half of it in, I started stroking it. My whole body started to heat up again, thinking that it would feel good to have
this inside me, but I wondered if it would hurt.
The guy was enjoying himself, so he stopped touching me properly and just looked around aimlessly, moving his hands in and out. I
kicked , and he finally put his hand inside.
The stimulation above was intense, and with someone inside me, my pleasure nerves quickly started throbbing
like .
Suddenly, my head was pressed down tightly, and my hand was pulled away from my buttocks. Only then
did I realize, through the flashing lights, that someone was coming out from behind him.
I felt the person reach the bus door, and the bus stopped. I tried to pull away from his huge penis, I
was so pent up, but he was still holding me down and started pulling the blanket over my head.
I heard people getting up, putting on their shoes, and getting off the bus. The boy in front got off too, and then others
started had finished urinating got back on. To make matters worse, the driver turned on the headlights. I buried my face
as close to his lower abdomen as possible, but his huge penis didn't soften, making me gasp for air through my nose.
Just when I was feeling the worst, that useless guy started ejaculating. I felt his penis
begin to tremble, and I knew something was wrong. I forcefully spat out the penis stuck inside and tried to
swallow the thick, hot liquid down my throat. I choked, pushed him away, and when his penis pulled out a little, my tongue could move again, so I contracted
my throat and swallowed it.
It was my first time swallowing semen, and in that environment, I swallowed it all.
As his penis slowly softened, I felt much better, and I just lay there, waiting for the bus to start moving.
After everyone had settled into their bunks, we slowly separated. I pretended to wake up and asked
the two of them where they were, then got up to drink water to wash away the fishy taste of semen from my mouth. Under my cover, he packed his
things and got up to sit down.
The man in the bunk to my left got up to go to the toilet, staring at me strangely. I pretended not to see him, sat
up offered to let the two boys take turns sleeping. They politely declined, but wouldn't sleep. So I took one of the boys'
phones and started watching a movie.
Two boys, one in front of the other, leaned against the railing and started to sleep, probably pretending.
After watching for a while, I got bored, my eyelids started to droop, so I gave up and lay down to sleep.
This time I really fell asleep, very soundly, and then I woke up. Turns out the boys were still secretly touching me, both of their hands
were down there. Looking around, everyone seemed asleep, so I didn't care and let them play with their legs apart.
Everything is more enjoyable when you're doing something secretly, but now that they're touching me freely, even though I'm still wet and it's a bit horny, I
don't feel any sign of climaxing. Their hands are playing around half-heartedly, touching my belly,
fiddling , occasionally inserting themselves a couple of times.
This feeling is also good; lying there enjoying it, I slowly drifted off to sleep again.
I slept so soundly that I didn't wake up until dawn, when the light became too bright. I
didn't even notice when the two students next to me got off the bus; they had even put away their folding stools.
I touched my crotch and found my bottom and skirt were wet. I realized I wasn't wearing underwear and quickly
crawled to my feet to look. Nothing—not under the covers or in my skirt. Too embarrassed to make a sound, I pulled up my skirt, sat on
the edge of the bed, and started fixing my hair.
The bus continued to sway for over an hour before we arrived at our destination. During this time, the man in the next bed got up and
kept glancing at me furtively. I turned away, thinking about what had happened that night, and my face started to burn.
After getting off the bus, I wandered around the station, letting the wind blow over the back of my skirt. After wandering around for a while, I finally called my friend. Twenty
minutes later, she and her boyfriend came to pick me up in a taxi.
In the car, my friend, whom I hadn't seen in years, was naturally overjoyed. Happy memories of school came flooding back, and
the events of the journey under the night sky vanished instantly.
...
Now, when I think back to that trip, I always fantasize when I feel lonely and in need. Sometimes I fantasize
about making love in the car, sometimes I fantasize about making love in bed. But no matter where I am, all I can think about is the face of the boy who
kissed is blurry, I will piece them together into one person
and then indulge in a moment of pleasure.

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