A chance encounter with a woman with a big butt on the subway

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I'm an office worker, working nine to five. My commute is over an hour every day, incredibly crowded. I'm groggy in the morning and exhausted by the end of the day, with little enjoyment. But an unexpected event made me enjoy the subway commute.

Men, you know, are all wolves. It's not impossible. Whenever I see a sexy, scantily clad woman on the street, I get a little excited. Especially seeing a woman with a big butt, her hips tightly wrapped, alluring, makes my lust surge. Sometimes I'll even follow her for a while, fantasizing about pulling off her skirt and slapping her big white buttocks.

This morning, on my way to the subway, a woman got off a bus at the station ahead and walked towards the subway station. I quickly jogged a few steps to follow her. The reason, you probably already know—I was lustful. This woman's back was always visible after she got off the bus. I didn't see her face, but from behind, she looked absolutely... She was absolutely my ideal woman. She had a full figure, but wasn't overweight, and wore a black dress. What drew me to her was her enormous, round buttocks.

As I caught up, my eyes widened. The slightly sheer dress clung tightly to her buttocks, making them jiggle with every step. My eyes were glued to her dizzyingly large rear end. I hurried after her.

When we were just a couple of people away, I almost had a nosebleed. There was no sign of underwear. Was she not wearing any? Upon closer inspection, I noticed a thin strip of fabric above her buttocks. She was wearing a thong.

I was completely stunned. Do you know how sexy a semi-transparent dress clinging to a large buttocks is? Add a thong, and the sight is far more alluring than someone standing naked in front of you.

I followed her onto the subway, standing slightly behind her, constantly admiring the beautiful sight. My gaze never left her buttocks. I even forgot to look at her face.

The subway station we were waiting for was notoriously crowded. Sometimes I have to wait for three trains before I can squeeze on. This time I was standing near the front, so I figured I could get on in one. My mind was completely blank as I stared at her butt. I didn't even notice the train coming. I was only jolted awake when the people behind me pushed me forward.

By the time I got to the door, she was already on, but she was stuck by the door, half her body squeezed in. My position was awkward; there was only half a person's space by the door. If I forced my way in, I would definitely get caught in the door. Normally, I wouldn't try to squeeze in like this. But today, I was determined to keep seeing my beautiful butt. I forced one hand into the doorway and grabbed the handrail on the inside. With the other hand, I grabbed the upper door frame and pushed my way in. Even with all my strength, I couldn't move an inch. After about 10 seconds, the door finally closed, but I still wasn't fully inside the carriage. I was stuck in the middle of the door. Luckily, the people outside pushed me in so the door could close. (Doesn't this scene look like a subway in Japan?) Once inside, I finally managed to put down my aching left hand. But my right hand was stuck on the handrail on the right side of the door and I couldn't get it out. It was n't

that I couldn't pull it out; I just couldn't bear to. My hand was stuck between the handrail and the big-bottomed beauty's buttocks. The carriage was incredibly crowded. The beauty was pressed tightly against the handrail, unable to move. My hand was squeezed between her two plump buttocks. The feeling at that moment was simply wonderful.

I had never felt anything like it before. Soft buttocks, enveloping the back of my hand. The thin gauze skirt enhanced the soft touch. It was a pity it was the back of my hand, so the touch wasn't very sensitive.

I stayed there, enjoying it beautifully. The wonderful feeling made me feel like I was in a dream. Suddenly, the shadow of the opposite door interrupted my beautiful dream. Because it was a transfer station, the opposite door opened. And because it was a transfer station, there were even more people on the train. The carriage was already full, but a bunch of people were still desperately squeezing in. My beauty was squeezed even more forcefully onto the back of my hand. She couldn't withstand the crowd, and her big buttocks brushed past my hand and pressed against my right leg. I pulled out my right hand, which had lost its softness, turned it over, and gently placed my palm on her buttocks, enjoying the softness of my hand. After a half-minute struggle, the door opposite finally closed. I savored this most beautiful half-minute. I gently pressed my fingertips against her plump buttocks, feeling their soft, elastic texture. I boldly gave it a light squeeze. She turned and glanced at me. In that instant, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. A wave of panic and regret washed over me. Had I gone too far? If she called me a pervert, my reputation would be ruined. I was crammed into this corner; where could I run? I… But she turned, her large, watery eyes meeting mine for a moment before she turned away in fear. She didn't call me a pervert, nor did she remove her hand from my pinched buttocks.

I snapped out of my shock; she had given her permission. My hand curved, stroking up and down her alluring buttocks. I stretched out my right foot, placing it between her legs, and reached down, touching the depths of her buttocks. Exploring deeper and deeper, I touched… An obstacle, a sensation different from her buttocks, was her thong. I continued forward, the skirt blocking my path. It was really in the way. I crouched down, slipped my hand under the hem of her skirt, and suddenly hooked it upwards, my hand grabbing her bare buttocks. She turned her head again, not looking at me, but glancing to her left rear, seeing that no one had noticed my actions. She turned back, and in that turn, the scent of her hair wafted over. I was intoxicated. Truly. Not only did her figure fascinate me, but she also had a face I couldn't resist. A fair face, somewhat baby-faced, slightly flushed. Big eyes, a small mouth.

As if receiving a command, my stopped hand immediately began to move, caressing her smoothness, kneading her softness. I again probed between her buttocks, clearly feeling the texture of the thong. Silky smooth, slightly damp, tightly enveloping her vulva. I stretched out my fingers, finally managing to slip them inside the thong. Her… Her pussy was already soaking wet. She looked around, then took out a small book, about the size of a dictionary, from her purse and pretended to read it. She was definitely pretending, because she held the book upside down. I lowered my body and reached deeper into her buttocks. I inserted one finger into her pussy. It was warm and slippery inside. After a few moments, I inserted another finger. Both fingers were tightly held, making it difficult to move. I leaned behind her ear, took a deep breath of her hair, and gently blew, saying, "Your pussy is so tight." I felt her legs trembling slightly.

Before I knew it, two more stops had passed, and people started getting off one after another. My fingers were getting sore. This position was actually quite difficult. Inserting my fingers from behind, with the tight thong trying its best to block my movements. I pulled my fingers out, but didn't take them out of the thong. I stretched them out and explored her clitoris. That was the source of a woman's sensuality. I played with her clitoris with my two fingers. Flesh buds. Gusts of fluid kept pouring into my palm from the hole where my finger had been.

My left hand, which was gripping the beam, was grabbed—it was her. She gripped my arm tightly, her nails digging into my flesh. I knew what this meant, and I tightened my rubbing with my right hand. She leaned towards me, seemingly losing her balance. My right hand caressed her smooth, plump buttocks.

My left hand was gradually released. She straightened up, put the book in her handbag, then pulled it behind her back, smoothing down her skirt that I had lifted, and casually brushed away my wet hand.

The train door opened. Excuse me. She got off, and I didn't snap out of my daze until she was out of the car. I had just walked past someone, and before I could even say I wanted to get off, the doors closed.

I stood there, stunned, feeling a sense of loss as if my mind had been emptied. On the way to the company after getting off the subway, I kept berating myself. Why didn't I chase after her? Why? Why did God bestow you upon me in this way, and then take you away like this?

Even today, I still occasionally think of the moment when Dudu's big eyes looked at me, and the smooth, fleshy feel of my hands.

[The End]

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