Traveling between Shanghai and Nanjing

Every Tuesday, I

travel to the provincial capital for a business trip. I always take the express bus, traveling between Shanghai and Nanjing.

The Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway currently has an extremely high passenger volume, ranking among the highest in the country.

Recently, there has been a prolonged period of high temperatures and no rain. To escape the heat, I deliberately set off a day earlier, in the
evening . The weather was overcast and relatively cool, which I considered lucky. When I arrived at the station, it
started to drizzle, quickly turning into a downpour.

The bus was almost full, and I had barely settled in when it started moving. It
stopped again after only a few steps. A woman hurriedly boarded, presumably the one who had just called for the bus to stop. She
was slender, with long, flowing hair, her head bowed, making it impossible to see her face clearly. She wore a black dress, carried
an umbrella, and was completely soaked.

The bus then started moving again and left the station. The woman walked over, looking for her seat, when suddenly she
stumbled and fell towards me… I instinctively reached out to help her, but it was too late. The handle of her umbrella landed squarely
between my legs. I tried to help her again, my left hand grasping her round, smooth arm, and for a moment I panicked,
my hand slipping; she leaned forward again, her free hand bracing itself on my thigh, finally regaining her balance.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Her face flushed, she straightened up,
apologizing repeatedly.

Seeing the obvious embarrassment on her delicate face, I smiled and politely bowed, saying, “
It’s alright , it’s alright. Why don’t you sit here? There’s no one next to me.” I pointed to the empty seat beside me.

“Thank you.” She sat down.

I helped her put her luggage on the rack, and also put the umbrella that had touched me on it. By this time, the rain outside
was pouring down, and the car was already on the highway. She didn’t say much, just quietly leaned back in her seat, her eyes
slightly closed. Only then did I have a chance to observe her closely.

Her face was oval-shaped, with two graceful curves drawn at the corners of her delicate mouth, framing a full yet firm face that was quite pleasing to the eye. Her long, black hair , slightly disheveled
from the rain , only added to her allure. 　　Her black dress, probably made of cotton, looked thin and soft, clinging to her voluptuous body, highlighting her curves—high and low—utterly seductive. Beneath the hem, two pale, bare thighs were exposed, without stockings, revealing a breathtaking whiteness and tenderness! I secretly longed to take a bite. Such a mature and sexy beauty was undeniably alluring to 　　a hot-blooded young man like myself, who had never had a girlfriend . 　　She seemed to notice my furtive glances; her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she turned to me with a charming smile. "Could we switch seats?" she asked, seemingly a little embarrassed. "I want to see the rain outside." 　　At that moment, I was sitting by the window. Since the beauty had asked, how could I refuse?! Besides, I was already captivated by her smile and words, and absentmindedly replied, "Sure, sure." 　　She stood up and went to the aisle. I sat down in her empty seat. As she turned to move aside, the bus slowed down, and she lost her balance, her entire body falling into my arms… 　　This was truly a match made in heaven! Heaven wanted me to hold this beauty in my arms, so what was I waiting for?! In this situation, I could take advantage of the opportunity to "take advantage" a little; surely she wouldn't think I was a pervert. In that split second, my mind raced , and I opened my arms, embracing her tightly. 　　She let out a soft moan and tried to struggle to her feet. I tightened my grip slightly, wrapping my arms around her slender waist. 　　My genitals brushed against her full buttocks, and a surge of heat rose in my lower abdomen, causing it to swell involuntarily. 　　In that instant, I focused all my senses on the soft flesh of her waist and round buttocks. 　　It was only for a moment; she immediately stood up and sat down beside me. "You…" she said, her almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed, "You seem a little naughty!" But her face was full of smiles as she turned her attention to the rain outside the window. 　　My little trick had been exposed, and I couldn't help but laugh awkwardly, feeling somewhat at a loss. 　　It was already quite dark, with only a few scattered lights in the distance. Raindrops pattered against the car window, making a " pitter-patter " sound. Through the glass, I could see the entire earth being drenched by dense rain, a vast and boundless torrent , a seamless blend of heaven and earth. 　　Like me, she seemed captivated by the magnificent scene, gazing intently into the distance. 　　"The waters of heaven pour forth, all things grieve and yearn for madness!" I murmured softly. 　　She seemed not to hear me, but after a moment, she turned back and asked, "Who wrote this? I don't think I've read it." 　　"I wrote it before." 　　"Really?" Her almond-shaped eyes lit up. "I didn't realize you were so literary!" She gave me a charming smile. 　　"Didn't you see I'm wearing this?" I relaxed, pointing to the glasses . 　　"Hehe… appearances can be deceiving. What does wearing glasses mean? Besides, people say… I won't say anything more." 　　"Hmm? You dare not say anything! Hehe…" I chuckled wickedly. 　　"What? What do you want? To molest me?" 　　"You guessed it!" I pretended to stand up, waving my hands in front of her. "Wow… are you scared?" 　　She burst out laughing, her chest heaving. "You dare?" she said, head held high . 　　Staring at her firm chest, her breasts bulging under her clothes, my hands froze in mid-air, momentarily stunned. She reached out and pinched my hand, snapping me out of my daze. I quickly grabbed her hand and held it tightly. She didn't pull away, nor did she seem to mind, appearing to be suppressing a laugh as she turned to look out the window . I gently kneaded her breasts; she didn't speak, and neither did I, and a long time passed like this. 　　"Aren't you tired? My hands are getting sore!" 　　"Tired? Then lean on me." I said, pointing to my shoulder. This deliberately casual tone elicited another giggle from her. 　　"Okay. But I'll fall asleep! You can't take advantage of your older sister's naughty thoughts!" Saying this, she actually leaned against me! 　　I was overjoyed, and my left hand naturally rested on her waist. And so, her entire upper body leaned against me.

She leaned against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. A moment later, she fell silent, seemingly asleep.

Because it was a long journey, most of the passengers were drowsy. Looking at the still-falling rain outside the window,
and at the beautiful stranger lying in my arms, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire.

She had leaned closer to me from her original seat, her bare thighs crossed, her
buttocks slightly, her black dress clinging tightly, emphasizing their roundness.
A shallow cleft was clearly visible between her rounded buttocks, arousing endless fantasies.

My hand, which had originally been on her waist, couldn't resist and quietly slid down to her buttocks.
Even through her dress, I could clearly feel the softness of her flesh. I gently kneaded it, afraid of waking
her. She didn't move, completely unaware. I boldly slipped my hand under her skirt and touched her panties!

I lifted one side of her panties, pushing it into her buttocks, and then, with my palm outstretched, I placed it on her rounded
buttocks. Such soft, smooth skin! My heart pounded, and I couldn't help but
rub her buttocks harder. After rubbing for a while, I still felt unsatisfied, so I began to slide my fingers along her buttocks.

My fingers slipped through the edge of her tightly fitting panties, finally touching the most tender part of her body!

Absolutely right, this was indeed the most tender spot! My fingers teased her labia, feeling the heat and magic emanating from the most tender, most intimate part of
her skin.

Soon, my fingers were already wet. I thought to myself, she couldn't possibly be unaware of my
actions ; the fact that she hadn't objected meant she tacitly approved, and perhaps even secretly delighted! Thinking of this, I didn't
hesitate any longer and carefully inserted a finger into her peach blossom mouth...

Suddenly, she raised her hand and slapped away my restless hand, whispering in my ear, "Let me tell you what
I didn't say earlier, 'Nine out of ten people with glasses are perverted'! That's right, you are one!"

"Do you like me being...perverted?"

"Like my foot! I regret not poking you harder!" Her hand quickly rubbed my private parts twice
, then she exclaimed, "Ah? Such a strong reaction?!"

At that moment, I had already pitched a tent. "Continue, I feel so uncomfortable, good sister, I'll call you
sister ! Help me." From her wet private parts, I could tell that she was definitely aroused. In order to
achieve my further goal, I pretended to beg and kissed her right cheek.

"You...you're so bad!" One of her small hands placed on my high bulge and gently rubbed it.

Afterwards, she didn't pull back my underwear that I had just lifted up, but just slightly raised her buttocks.

This was a signal! As if suddenly enlightened, I understood, and reached my hand
inside her skirt again. My fingers easily slipped into her vagina and began to move in and out. I unzipped my pants with my right hand
and slipped her hand inside.

Her head was still resting on my shoulder, but her face was turned towards me. In this carriage, leaning against each other,
we were practically a couple.

I felt her slender hand tightly gripping my penis, rubbing it up and down. Touching a woman's skin made my penis
even thicker. My heart was itching; I knew this wouldn't satisfy my desire, but would only make it
rise higher!

So, I pulled at her panties, trying to remove the obstacle preventing me from going any further. She struggled, seemingly
unwilling to let me succeed, yet also seemingly half-heartedly resisting. I breathed softly into her ear and said, "Good sister, no one
can see. Please, come on!"

She actually lifted her buttocks. I pulled down her panties and placed them beside me. Now, I could finally
do whatever I wanted ! My palms pressed against her entire vulva, kneading her tender flesh and pubic hair, then I inserted two
fingers and began to thrust them in and out rapidly without any restraint.

With my rhythm, she unconsciously quickened her kneading of my penis. I could hardly contain myself any longer. Looking
around, I saw no one was paying attention to us. So, I resolutely picked her up, sat beneath her, lifted her skirt, and
thrust my penis between her legs. Before she could react, my penis had found
the entrance between her labia and plunged in!

"Ah—" Perhaps due to the sudden intrusion, she involuntarily let out a soft moan, then covered her
mouth, her almond-shaped eyes glaring at me, trying to stop me, but it was too late. Her cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, truly
alluring.

My hands reached inside her skirt, supporting her full buttocks, and my penis began to thrust forcefully. Her
thighs were pressed together, the tender flesh inside her vagina tightly enveloping my penis—it felt incredibly pleasurable! In this crowded
carriage, amidst the darkness of the seats, I thrust my penis forcefully, brutally raping this unfamiliar, sexy
beauty!

She covered her mouth tightly, trying to suppress a sound. It seemed that being brutally violated by a
strange young man in the carriage was incredibly stimulating for her. My hands could feel the slippery
, fragrant sweat seeping from her delicate buttocks.

I thrust in and out of her tight vagina nearly a hundred times, the pleasure growing stronger with each stroke. My hands moved to
her thighs, roughly spreading them apart, grasping the tender flesh of her thighs, and thrusting my penis even harder. Her entire
body heaved up and down with my movements, the frequency increasing.

She sat on me, the entire carriage laid out before her. Seemingly sensing something amiss, she hurriedly lifted her buttocks,
trying to escape my penis, "No, no, someone's watching..."

At this point, I could no longer restrain myself, no longer caring about anything else. I pressed one hand against her fragrant shoulder, and with the other
, I rubbed my penis against her beautiful face. The obedient girl understood my intention, so she opened her mouth and swallowed
my wet, throbbing penis. Watching my penis thrust in and out between her lips, I became even more excited. My fingers
then slipped into her vagina, moving rapidly amidst the glistening fluids.

She gently stroked my scrotum with one hand, while the other reached down to my anus, extending her index and middle
fingers to rub it. It seemed she wanted me to ejaculate quickly. I had already reached my
limit of pleasure. So, I added a finger to my left hand, simultaneously thrusting three fingers into her vagina,
increasing the speed and force to the maximum!

Under my vigorous thrusting, her whole body tensed, seemingly reaching orgasm. Her mouth opened
wide , she gasped rapidly, and no longer held my penis. Then, my right hand grasped her long, beautiful hair...
I pressed her head down forcefully, thrusting my hips upwards to make my penis penetrate her mouth more thoroughly and intensely.

Her mouth tightened again. I thrust in and out dozens more times, feeling fluid swirling in my lower abdomen, eager
to ejaculate . I quickly grabbed her hair and pulled my penis out of her mouth.

Overwhelmed by passion, I stood up without hesitation, gripping my penis, and
passionately ejaculated onto her, who was reclining in the chair! Streams of white semen gushed out, splashing onto her
black dress, neck, face, and hair…

She lay limp, half-reclined, letting me vent my desires.

The rain outside had stopped. The car continued to speed along the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway. We were almost at our destination.

[The End]

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