tram playing with beautiful buttocks

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I'm sure many of you are familiar with the "train wolf" (a derogatory term for a malevolent person who fantasizes about women). I think most of you are all talk and no action; fantasizing is easy, but actually putting it into practice requires immense courage, given the huge risks. I myself am one of those men. But recalling my last experience, I can still feel a mix of excitement, nervousness, and fear. It happened in March. As usual, I was waiting for the bus after work. Bored, I glanced around at the women, hoping to catch their eye. The bus stop was as crowded as ever, with buses constantly arriving and carrying away tired bodies. Suddenly, a figure in the distance caught my eye. Medium height, short hair, wearing a rather thick coat and tight jeans—a fairly ordinary outfit. What really caught my eye were her shapely buttocks, stretched taut by the jeans!

As someone who's obsessed with beautiful buttocks, this woman's buttocks are among the most attractive to me. They're one of the most exquisite I've ever seen. Her buttocks are perfectly shaped, full yet without any excess fat, slightly protruding, round and firm, with a perfect waist-to-hip ratio. Unlike some women with large butts and barrel-shaped waists, this woman's figure is truly an S-shape. I was completely captivated by her buttocks. Since I only saw her back, curiosity led me to walk closer to see her face. I can only say that fate is fair; she has such a stunning figure but only a plain face, and she even wears glasses. She's truly someone you wouldn't notice in a crowd. But thankfully, she's not ugly, or she'd be a real "back view killer." So I stepped back and quietly admired her buttocks.

After waiting a while, the bus finally arrived. Since there's only one bus route, it was already quite full. To my delight, the curvy woman was also on this bus. I quickened my pace and followed closely behind her. We boarded through the front door, which was already quite cramped. She stood next to the card reader, holding onto the pole. My position was advantageous; I was right behind her, with one hand on the pole in front of her. This meant I was essentially holding her whole body, and I was pressed against her curvy buttocks. Just as I expected, they were round and firm. I immediately felt something, but thankfully I was wearing jeans, so it wasn't too obvious. As the bus moved forward, her shapely buttocks constantly stimulated me. At one point, she seemed to shift back, as if trying to make me move back, but little did she know that the rhythmic thrusting of her buttocks only amplified the stimulation. The space on the bus didn't allow me to move elsewhere; otherwise, I wouldn't have dared to press so close to her. I feigned composure, but inside I was incredibly excited. Such an opportunity wasn't easy to come by, and I wasn't about to let it slip away. After two or three stops, more people squeezed in, and this time I was truly pushed aside. It was frustrating; I was pushed from behind her to her side, still next to her, but no longer able to touch her ample buttocks.

At this moment, my left hand was holding onto the handrail in front of her, and my right hand hung naturally, resting just behind her buttocks. I didn't make any movement; I just touched them. But later I can only say that desire overcame reason, and I was a bit blinded by lust. I turned my palm over, palm facing forward, and pressed my entire palm tightly against her pert buttocks. I spread my palm open, and my middle finger was right in the cleft of her buttocks. At this moment, my heart was pounding, and I didn't dare to move my hand at all. I was also observing her expression, but she seemed a bit expressionless to me, which made me feel relieved. Then I put my palm together and moved it to her right buttock, feeling the stimulating touch of her pert buttocks. Happy times always fly by, and before long we were almost at the final stop. Just before we reached our destination, a little incident occurred. She reached behind her and pushed my hand away. When I tried to move my hand forward, it landed directly on hers. Apparently, she had her hand on her buttocks. At that point, I didn't make any further moves and obediently withdrew my hand. Firstly, we were almost at our stop, and secondly, I believe in mutual consent. If the other person showed even the slightest displeasure, I would definitely stay away. As the saying goes, forced love is never sweet. However, what puzzled me was that her action happened so close to the stop that it didn't really have much practical significance. You can never guess what a woman is thinking.

PS: I've always thought that being a pervert on the train is extremely dangerous, and I still believe it now. Mainly because there seem to be many strong-willed women around. Being caught red-handed is the least of your worries; being sent to the police station would ruin your life. Even if you're lucky enough to encounter a slutty woman, if someone takes a video and exposes it, you'll be famous in no time! As the saying goes, "He who stands by the river will eventually get his shoes wet," so all you lecherous folks, be careful! There's a risk in taking advantage of others; proceed with caution.

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