soft girls on the bus

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Today I saw a post in another group discussing bus harassment.
Let me tell you about my experience. (For those with high moral character, you can skip to the top right corner.)
It was last October. I was working as an auditor at a small company in Futian District, Shenzhen, from 9 to 5. Every day after work, I would take the bus from Shopping Park, through Meilin Pass, back to Longhua.
As anyone in Shenzhen knows, the roads towards Longhua are incredibly congested after 5:30 PM, and buses are packed like sardines.
That day, as usual, I went to the bus stop after work. The platform was already full, and when the bus arrived, it was a sea of people. I finally managed to squeeze onto the front door, standing in a relatively low spot, surrounded by a wall of people with their backs to me. Just as the doors were about to close, two girls rushed over, apologizing profusely as they struggled to get on. The doors slammed shut, and the two girls faced the door, pressed tightly against it.
I was standing behind one of them, and I could smell her hair. She was wearing a white t-shirt and tight jeans, her hair tied back—simple and stylish.
The traffic was terrible; the car was practically crawling, stopping and starting, swaying the passengers. As our contact increased, I started to get an erection. I remembered some old bus novels and suddenly felt a surge of excitement.
I slowly moved closer to her buttocks, secretly observing her reaction. She was still talking about work with her colleague, completely unaware of what was happening behind her.
The moment my penis touched her buttocks, I jerked back, feeling both excited and scared. Seeing no reaction from her, I pressed against her again, this time holding the position a little longer. This repeated several times, but she remained calmly talking. I was puzzled; didn't she feel the heat from my penis through the thin fabric of her trousers?
Once again, as I placed the sapling on her buttocks, the car turned, and I pressed myself firmly against her, landing right on her buttocks. Our lower bodies were pressed tightly together, the sapling nestled between her buttocks. The soft touch and the sneaky stimulation instantly sent me soaring. This was a completely different feeling from BDSM; it was far more intense, indescribable.
She turned and glanced at me, and my heart jumped into my throat, but she said nothing, turning back to continue talking to her friend. This approval greatly encouraged me. I stepped forward slightly, my knees slightly bent, my thighs pressed against hers, my lower body pressed tightly against her buttocks, and my chest against her back. If we were on the bed, it would be a rear-entry position. I could feel the softness of her entire body; our body temperatures exchanged, warm and sensual. Using the swaying of the bus, I pressed against her from back to back or rubbed against her from side to side. Occasionally, she would stick her butt out in response, and waves of pleasure would surge through me. This immense pleasure and sense of accomplishment completely captivated me; I no longer cared whether others would discover us.
In fact, we were so close that her companion couldn't possibly have missed us, but she tacitly chose to remain silent and didn't expose us. I was very curious about what she was thinking. Nothing could be more exciting than this.
In a strange city, in a crowded bus, two strangers, in the shadows of others, savoring each other's bodies.
Soon, I felt I was on the verge of ejaculation, so I slowly pulled away from her, regaining my composure. I didn't dare ejaculate directly on a girl on the bus, especially since my pants would be easily visible.
Soon, the bus arrived at its stop, and someone got off from the front door. She stood in the middle of the front row, and I could feel her gaze on me, but I still didn't dare meet her eyes. I silently pondered her thoughts—pleasure or disgust?
This was the first time I had harassed a girl on a bus. But it wouldn't be the last. In the days that followed, every time I took the bus, I would carefully choose my targets, follow them onto the bus, and then look for an opportunity. Some I encountered were evasive, some were muttered curses, and some were obsequious.
The long bus rides were filled with unspeakable inner struggles and experiences beyond morality. I know this behavior is despicable, but in reality, many girls are silently responding to us. I'm curious about what girls are thinking. If any girls are willing to share, please stay tuned and talk about your experiences.
No insults, please.

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