I love the bus on Fridays.

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Friday, a day most people like because it means going home and the upcoming weekend.

As usual, after dropping my girlfriend off, I took the subway home alone. The subway trains are frequent; I hadn't waited long on the platform when I saw the yellow glow of the headlights coming from the dark end of the tunnel. With a whistle, the doors opened with a whoosh.

A stylishly dressed woman came into view, generally quite attractive. She wore a tan denim hat with lace trim, black plastic sunglasses, and her collar was slightly open. Her chest was the typical size for Chinese women, which suited her well due to her slender figure. She wore light blue hot pants that hugged her white thighs. What shoes was she wearing? I didn't care much; the above description only reflects the few seconds I saw from when I boarded the train until I reached her back. However, as I passed her, I did manage to glimpse her face through her sunglasses. To be honest, I couldn't see very clearly, but she probably wasn't very pretty, maybe slightly above average.

As mentioned before, I walked behind her, or more accurately, diagonally behind her. But then, inexplicably, a few students pushed me behind her. I didn't immediately press myself against her because the carriage wasn't very crowded yet. At the next stop, several men boarded, all staring intently at the woman in front of me, their faces practically screaming "I'm a pervert." When I glanced at them, they immediately looked away, as if trying to hide something obvious. By then, they had surrounded my right and left sides. I moved forward slightly, and soon at another stop, the crowd surged in. The woman in front of me instinctively stepped back a little, predictably... We were pressed together. Realizing there was a man behind her, she seemed very uneasy, glancing left and right for a while. Because there were empty seats behind me, some newly arrived passengers squeezed behind me, and naturally, I was pushed forward a little as well. Now I was even closer to the girl in front of me. Her hair brushed against my cheek; I felt like she could hear my breathing. She started making a phone call to ease her anxiety, while I pretended to be nonchalant behind her, pressing my genitals against her soft buttocks. With the swaying of the carriage, we moved closer and closer, my heart racing. Slowly, slowly, I adjusted to this unfamiliar feeling, and then slowly returned to normal...

After two or three stops, the woman in front of me suddenly took a step to the left and forward, as if someone had stepped out before her. I thought she wanted to escape, but then I realized she was getting off at this stop just like me. The doors opened, and with one step, this time, I pressed myself against her, tightly, pushing forward with the flow of people. She was like a helpless little lamb, completely immobilized by my thrusts, unable to resist, which truly satisfied my sense of conquest. Finally, after getting off the train, I knew I had to go. Watching the woman linger by the door, I gently brushed past her, my left hand lightly brushing against her buttocks, half-brushing, half-pressing. Finally, as if nothing had happened, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and disappeared at the top of the crowded escalator.

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