Bus romance is so beautiful

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By sheer coincidence, my car broke down, and I had to hail a taxi on the street. Damn it, I wasn't good enough! I couldn't snag a single cab in 20 minutes. I was truly ashamed. Compared to those agile, quick-moving handsome men and beautiful women, I, who had practiced boxing for six years, felt utterly outmatched! Unable to figure out how to get a taxi, and with my friend unable to pick me up, he told me over the phone that bus number X was right in front of me, going directly to the hotel, so I wouldn't have to walk. Thinking about it, that made
sense; I figured I'd take the bus, since traffic was congested anyway, and the bus might be faster. Two minutes to the bus stop, and wow, it was packed with people! When the bus arrived, I sprinted on. I used every dirty trick I could muster: stomping, elbowing, shoving—I tried everything, but I was still pushed on by the people behind me. The moment I got on, I felt like I was being pressed against from head to toe; the discomfort was indescribable. Those who write about bus perverts probably never experienced anything like this. Urged on by the driver, I bravely squeezed my way to the back. People standing on either side of the road ignored me and wouldn't budge, so once I reached the middle, I couldn't move forward any further. The stuffy air inside the carriage made my stomach churn. The mingled smells of meat buns, chives, garlic, sweat, and farts were unforgettable. The bus swayed and rocked like a beast through the city streets. With each sway, the space inside the bus began to expand slightly, allowing my right foot, which had been dangling, to rest for a moment.
We arrived at another stop, and amidst curses, the driver opened the door again. "Move to the back, move to the back, everyone has to get to work!" the driver shouted, and passengers shifted slightly backward. In that instant, several more passengers squeezed on. "Move to the back, move to the back!" the driver kept urging. But it was already full; there were hardly any more people to move. The bus started moving again, and amidst the swaying, a girl struggled to squeeze towards me. Maybe I'm handsome? Maybe I have more space? Maybe I look like a good person? Anyway, once this girl squeezed next to me, she didn't move and stopped!
She had youthful features, a tall figure, and her carefully applied makeup was ruined by sweat. Dressed casually, she looked like a student. Out of kindness, I laboriously pulled out a tissue and handed it to her, giving her a grateful look and a soft thank you. She took it and gently wiped the sweat from her face. I glanced at this beautiful girl out of the corner of my eye; she was staring intently out the window, expressionless.
As the bus started and stopped, the doors opened and closed, she was pushed so close to me by the crowd, but she still didn't seem inclined to leave, only giving me a few apologetic looks. I felt a surge of protectiveness and moved aside, letting her stand in front of me so I could protect her. Like a man, I would protect her. For the next while, she didn't let anyone push her way in, and of course, my romantic encounter began.
The bus was so crowded, I couldn't keep leaning forward all the time. After the occasional contact wasn't offensive, I leaned in naturally. She didn't object or push me. Because she was wearing casual pants, I could feel her pert buttocks during the occasional bumps, and with the constant friction, my penis grew bigger. Since she was wearing dress pants, I could clearly feel my size. I leaned back slightly, straightened my penis, and then thrust in hard again. I had two purposes: first, to see her reaction; second, to see her behavior. If she clearly objected or refused, I definitely wouldn't move again. Things went better than I expected. Not only did she not object, but she even pushed me back a little. Because I was standing behind her, I couldn't see her expression, but her ponytail kept brushing against my face. Smelling the faint fragrance of her hair and her body scent, my erection became even stronger!
I shifted my body to allow my penis to fit precisely into her buttocks. After several unsuccessful attempts, she gently arched her back, and it entered smoothly. My penis nestled perfectly in her buttocks, the comforting warmth of her body sending a jolt through me, making me feel like I was about to ejaculate. She probably sensed my change; with the swaying of the vehicle, her buttocks swayed incessantly. I thrust forward forcefully, and she responded by thrusting backward. To make the thrusting more comfortable, she hoisted her bag from her hand onto her shoulder, so she could hold onto the handles with both hands. She thrust even more fiercely, and I welcomed her from behind like a warrior. I found it hard to believe that a pretty girl would make such a bold move towards me on a crowded vehicle. In the midst of the pleasurable friction, I became a little carried away, and my free left hand gripped her waist. For a moment, she stopped, and in an instant, she released my hand. But their buttocks remained pressed tightly together; only the previous movement ceased. The air seemed to freeze, and all the surrounding sounds disappeared. To ease the tension, I whispered from behind, "Do you like Backstreet Boys?" She seemed not to understand, shaking her head with her back to me. Her playful ponytail suddenly made me sneeze. I quickly moved back, dodging her sneeze. She glanced back at me, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her smiling mischievously. She pressed herself against me again, but this time she wasn't cooperating. She just pressed against me listlessly. "Want to listen to music?" I asked her from behind. She shook her head again. Damn, I sneezed again! She laughed again. I said helplessly, "Hey beautiful, please don't hit me with your hair next time, okay?" She glanced back, playfully said "no," and then flicked her hair a few times. Luckily, I dodged quickly and didn't hit me. Seeing she hadn't hit me, she thrust her butt back hard a few times. For the rest of the time, I quietly pressed against her, and she stopped cooperating. I didn't make any excessive movements either. She got off at the stop before I got off.
Upon arriving at the hotel, I rushed to the restroom to clean myself. I was drenched in sweat, looking disheveled, and the mixed scents had completely overpowered my perfume. I quickly washed my face, tidied myself up, sprayed on some cologne, and hurried into the meeting room. I saw a very familiar face, but I couldn't place it. She had completely changed her appearance, switching from casual clothes to a business suit that perfectly accentuated her figure. The business suit skirt clung tightly to her shapely hips, and the fitted blazer highlighted her slender waist, her high breasts encased in the fabric. Her hair was now loose, a perfect cascade, smooth and lustrous! Under the hotel lights, she looked like a fairy. During
the exchange of business cards, her gaze towards me was strange and unnatural. I completely forgot about her. The meeting proceeded without delay; the big boss was an hour late, also due to traffic. As the meeting adjourned, she walked beside the chairman, and I stood behind her. Turning around, I suddenly remembered her. The girl in the car! I remember. During dinner, I sent an apology text message from my own phone, and the reply was just two words: "You scoundrel!"
The reason I can't forget her is because she once sent me a text message that I'll never forget!
The message read: "I know we can never be together. Our current happiness is stolen, so I cherish every minute I spend with you. Because I love you!"

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