Girl on her way to work

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Due to a job change, my commute changed from a 5-minute walk to a 30-minute bus ride.
This also gave me a glimpse into the unique scenery of the bus journey.
Initially, I was quite resentful about the 30-minute bus ride every day after the job change, as the commute was much longer than before.
Later , a chance encounter led me to experience the joy of the bus ride, and I've enjoyed it ever since.

It was late August last year, during the start of the university semester, and the bus was packed, with
hardly any room to stand. As usual, I squeezed onto the bus, found a corner, and started reading a novel on my phone. I don't know
how much time passed, maybe about 10 minutes, when
another A long-haired girl who looked like a student squeezed in front of me, standing with her back to me. I didn't pay much attention and
continued reading my novel. After a while, I felt something strange coming from my lower body. Looking closer, I realized
that because the bus was so crowded, the girl's buttocks were pressed tightly against my genitals.

Instantly, I felt my penis swell and swell rapidly, waves of pleasure washing over me. Because it was summer,
most people were dressed lightly, making the touch incredibly pleasurable, especially since the long-haired girl's buttocks were
firm and soft, making the sensation even more intense. So, hehe, I didn't hold back… after all, she
offered herself up, so how could I not fantasize a little? As the bus moved forward,
more and more people boarded, and I was pressed tightly against the girl. I could feel my erect penis
probing into her buttocks, the soft, tender, deep crevice making me lose control. Perhaps
the girl sensed something was amiss, as she shifted slightly, but the bus was packed, and a girl
alone couldn't push through the crowd. And so, my hard penis thoroughly enjoyed itself in her buttocks the entire way
. Until the bus reached its stop, I reluctantly got off.

After this experience, I realized there was such a unique sight on the bus. So, what
started as a passive approach turned into several proactive moves, yielding some successes and receiving some disapproving looks.
Three incidents stand out most vividly. The first was in October, a Monday morning, when many people were waiting for the bus.
After boarding, I scanned the carriage and spotted a beautiful woman in a short skirt standing by the back door handrail. Having found
my target, I didn't hesitate to approach her and stand beside her. As the bus moved forward, more and more people arrived
; although not yet pressed against each other, we were practically staring at each other. I saw my opportunity and
gently pressed my penis against her shapely buttocks, thrusting it in and out with the bus's momentum. However, I didn't go too
far , wanting to gauge her reaction; if she was unwilling, I couldn't force her. After a few minutes, she
continued to look out the window, neither objecting nor actively resisting. I thought, since you don't resist, that means you
agree, so I won't be polite. With a sudden stop of the bus, my penis plunged deep into her buttocks,
feeling the softness and fullness within. The back-and-forth friction and thrusting felt like doggy style sex—
the sensation was indescribable.
About twenty minutes later, the girl took a few steps forward and
looked , presumably to get off. Seeing this, I felt a pang of reluctance, but there was nothing I could do. As
the bus arrived at its stop, the girl got off, and suddenly an idea popped into my head: to
feel . But I hesitated, having never done this before. However, there was no time to think it through.
In the instant she stepped off, I slipped my hand inside her white skirt and gave it a squeeze. The feeling
was different from thrusting—round, firm, and soft. Those who have had similar experiences will understand. But to my surprise,
after I squeezed the girl in the white skirt, she jumped down the two steps of the bus like a startled rabbit
, turning around and glaring at me fiercely. I thought to myself, "Oh no, is she going to come back to cause trouble for me again?"
Luckily, after glaring at me for a while and seeing that I didn't react, the girl stormed off.

It was then that I realized my heart was pounding violently, probably over a hundred beats per minute
. A few days later, I encountered another "extraordinary" girl on the bus. It wasn't that she was particularly beautiful,
but she was the only one I'd encountered so far who was proactive. That day, the bus wasn't crowded, almost empty,
with fewer than ten people standing. Standing to my left was a girl in her early twenties, wearing a tight short skirt,
with a pert, slightly large buttocks—not the perfect type. I was about to approach her when I thought, with so few people
on the bus , there probably wouldn't be much of a chance; it would be too obvious. However, my feet involuntarily
moved closer to the girl until I stopped behind her, about 30 centimeters away.

As I was considering whether to make a move, the girl seemed to sense something,
glanced back at me, and quickly turned her head back, only shifting her body slightly backward. I thought to
myself, "Is she trying to signal something?" So I moved a little closer, not pressing
against her, but each time the bus braked, I bumped into her. This occasional bumping continued for about five minutes.
I slowly felt the distance between us closing, but I didn't move forward myself. It turned out she had arched her
buttocks backward, pressing them against my penis, and occasionally bumping back with the inertia of the braking.
Sensing her initiative, I didn't hold back
. Regardless of how crowded the bus was, it was rare to encounter someone so proactive; why let it pass? So I moved forward a little more, pressing tightly against her. My erect
penis smoothly entered her buttocks and began thrusting. She probably sensed my change, and
her buttocks thrust even harder, squeezing my penis forcefully, as if she wanted
to swallow it whole. We continued like this for about 20 minutes,
until there were fewer and fewer people on the bus, less than five including me. I realized

this couldn't go on, so I took two steps back to stand next to her, about
a person's width away. But without a second thought, she pressed herself against me again, and every time I stepped back,
she pushed back a little, keeping her buttocks pressed tightly against mine and pushing back forcefully. Seeing
this , I didn't back down, thinking, "If you're not afraid, what am I, a man, afraid of?" So we continued thrusting
until she got off the bus. Before she got off, she took out her phone and sent a text message. I don't know if she...
It was intentional on her part that I saw the text message: "I've arrived, get off." Then
she got off the bus . I saw the message and wanted to follow her, but I wasn't sure if she had said it to me, so I hesitated for a moment,
and then the bus closed and drove away. Looking back now, I regret it; I
guess
I missed out on a romantic encounter. Another time, it was during my commute home. I found my target easily, and it was going well. The girl was the passive type, and the bus was crowded. For some reason, I
suddenly grabbed her butt, something I don't usually do. And then, the girl yelled, "What are you
doing ?" Two of her female classmates were also there, and they questioned me too. I was so annoyed, so as soon as the bus
reached the next stop, I jumped off and fled.

[The End]

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