Tenderness on the bus

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My name is Yongxin. I'm 1.6 meters tall, and thanks to my regular exercise, I have a great, slender figure.
As an only child, my family dotes on me, showering me with supplements since I was little, giving me
the confidence to have a 33C bust. Unfortunately, I haven't found a boy I like yet. Coupled with my physical curiosity,
I often make some rather inappropriate jokes with boys, but thankfully nothing serious has happened.

Since we moved, there's no high school nearby, and my parents can't coordinate with my school schedule, so I have to
take a special bus to school. Unfortunately, the buses are always packed, and the last person to get on
is stuck by the door after it closes. Most people fall asleep in these overcrowded buses, since the journey is long; otherwise, there would be
no need for a special bus service.

Those standing were also leaning on their arms, barely managing to catch a nap. The guy in front of me was even more extreme; he
had his arms crossed, using his jacket as a small pillow. Luckily, I was
the second to last to board. The last one was a short guy, probably around 1.6 meters tall. Because of the steps
, he only reached my back, up to my bra button, but his slightly tight uniform revealed a muscular upper body
. While muscular men might make me feel nauseous, excess fat all over the body is even more frightening, and this perfectly proportioned physique
made me want to look at him a few more times.

"Oops!!!" The sudden braking made me lose my balance and fall towards him. "Bang!" He
slammed his back against the door!

"Sorry, are you alright?" I asked nervously.

"I'm fine, just a little sore." At that

moment, I clearly saw his face; it was calm and composed, and his tone was even more indifferent. This gave me
the idea to tease
him. The thought had barely formed when I realized that the bump had knocked open the back clasp of my bra, probably because I hadn't fastened it properly that morning. A thought flashed through my mind, and I looked down at him and said, "You can see
inside my uniform, right? My clasp is down, can you fasten it for me? Just the loosest one!" Although fastening it like that
would be a little uncomfortable, we hadn't been at school for very long, and the main reason was to play a prank.

"Hmm? Aren't you afraid I'll do something wrong?" He frowned slightly but then remained calm, which only fueled my
determination to mess with him.

"No, there are so many people in the car, you can't do anything!"

"Okay, you can wear my jacket inside out."

After saying that, I took his jacket and put it on. Then I felt him lean up to me, and he whispered in my ear,

"Hold on tight!" "I don't want to bump into the door again, and your hair smells so good."

He said, slipping his hands inside my uniform and slowly sliding them up my waist. I nodded slightly,
but the touch made my whole body heat up—it felt so good! When he first touched me, it felt like an electric shock! Suddenly, I had a bad
feeling—he seemed to be doing it on purpose! I hesitated to button my clothes, but the feeling of being touched was so good.
His fingers would occasionally touch the lower edge of my breasts, giving me intermittent, tingling electric sensations; one hand slid down my lower abdomen
, tracing circles on it with his fingers. So good! My whole body was heating up; I could feel his breath on my neck, and
the warmth of his chest against my back.

"Ah! I'm sorry, your skin is so smooth! I got carried away without realizing it."

But I began to enjoy the feeling of his touch, no longer paying attention to his compliments. He saw that
I didn't resist, but closed my eyes; there was no look of disgust on his face. He boldly covered my
breast with his entire hand, gently rubbing my nipple with his palm, lightly pressing with his fingers or tracing it with his nails. My breathing grew heavier and heavier.

He shifted his body slightly, and my lips were also conquered. I realized he seemed very experienced; my lips were lightly bitten
or sucked, and soon his tongue invaded my mouth, ravaging and teasing me relentlessly. I
unconsciously responded to his movements; at this point, I couldn't resist, nor did I want to! My hands, gripping the armrest,
had long since lost their strength. Now I was leaning against him, and he stood behind me, violating me, using his weight to stabilize himself
.

The force of his hands gradually increased, from the initial caresses to kneading. He even pinched my nipples with his fingers, gently
rotating pulling them up. If my mouth hadn't been sealed, I definitely would have cried out! Who told him to enter my skirt from the front
, roaming over my thighs! He pressed back and forth between my labia with his fingers; I could already feel my panties were soaked
.

My clitoris was being rubbed through my underwear, and I let out some moans, though I tried my best to keep quiet
. He, like an outsider, played with my earlobe, occasionally blowing soft breaths, his delicate kisses landing on my neck. Annoyingly,
he even left hickeys on it. As his tongue slid across it, his hand pulled down my underwear, his fingers boldly
entering my secret place.

"Ah... um... wait..." "

No... too deep... it'll break... I... am... still... a virgin..." Powerless, I could only
moan to stop his ravaging. Although being a virgin wasn't shameful, saying it still made me incredibly embarrassed.

His fingers moved faster and faster at the entrance, his hand pulling out of his uniform to cover my mouth. His thumb continued
to rub my clitoris through my underwear, a tingling, hot sensation washing over my entire body.

"I... came..." I was panting heavily, my legs weak; if he hadn't supported me, I would have
collapsed to the ground. "

Approaching your stop!" came the announcement from the bus.

He took a vibrator out of his bag, peeled off the foam, and stuck it to my underwear, aiming it at my clitoris.

"Here, take this. I've put the remote in your bag; if you really miss me, use this to cover yourself! Let's meet behind the surgical building
at noon !" he said, but this time—his voice held a hint of gentleness.

He turned it on, the slight vibration stimulating me again.

"Idiot, turn it off! Don't tease me..." Strangely, I felt a sweet warmth in my heart.

When the bus arrived, I didn't return his coat, because I had told him, "I'll return the coat at noon."

[The End]

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