Romantic Encounters on Rural Long-Distance Buses

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That happened a long time ago, and thinking about it today still makes me feel a little uneasy. I wish we had taken it a step further back then.

In July 2000, I was returning to school for my second year of university during summer vacation. Since there were no trains from my hometown, I took an inter-provincial bus. There were only two direct long-distance buses a day from my village to the city, a journey of about 200 kilometers. My brother-in-law took me to the bus on his motorcycle in the morning, and it was already packed. Anyone who grew up in the countryside knows that the buses that depart from the village often extend their routes, picking up passengers from more distant towns before returning to the village to fill up their seats again. Once on the bus, there were no seats left, and the conductor kept shouting, "Move to the back, we need more people!" I put my bag on the luggage rack in the aisle and was pushed to the aisle between the back two or three rows of seats. Standing was okay; it wasn't too crowded for the time being.

The bus slowly started moving, and there were probably 50 or 60 people on board at that point. Upon reaching a small town, more than ten people boarded, and the driver started arranging them, like stuffing bean buns, squeezing us back into the aisle. Two people stood side-by-side in the narrow aisle. Sigh, there was really no other way. People complained, "Stop cramming! That's enough!" And so the bus started moving again. Passing through several villages, a few more people boarded, and now there were three people in the narrow aisle. Since I'm already quite tall, 180cm, haha, I was squeezed in the middle. The air in the back wasn't good either; even though the window was open, there was still a sweaty smell—you know, maybe one of the guys took off their shoes. About halfway through the journey, I reached out and opened the sunroof. That's when I noticed a very pretty young woman next to me. Although she was from the countryside, she was very fair-skinned, with a round face and big eyes. She was leaning against the back of her seat with one hand. Perhaps I had bumped into her when I opened the sunroof, because she turned and smiled at me. I didn't think much of it and smiled back. So, I turned around to make myself more comfortable, facing her back.

The vehicle traveled along the dilapidated asphalt road, occasionally bumping or braking, causing people to jostle and jostle. I occasionally touched her; she was quite voluptuous, her buttocks very firm, but I didn't dare press too close. Gradually, with the swaying of the vehicle and the crowding, I was pressed tightly against her back, and my penis reacted, pressing directly between her buttocks, slowly rising. Perhaps because she was wearing less clothing in the summer, I could feel the warmth of her legs, and with the constant friction, my penis grew larger and harder, while the young woman was practically leaning against the seat back. I held onto the edge of the luggage rack with one hand and the back of the seat behind her with the other, maintaining that position. Gradually,

I felt a surge of heat throughout my body; you should know, I was still a virgin at the time. I had an urge to hug her tightly. I glanced down at her; she blushed slightly but didn't say anything. The vehicle was still moving forward. I tried to keep my lower body pressed as close to hers as possible, thrusting forcefully between her legs. She shifted slightly, and my penis was now wedged between her thighs. I now know I probably reached her perineum. She let out a soft "hmm." As the vehicle swayed, I occasionally moved back and forth, but I didn't dare move too much for fear of her yelling or turning around to hit me. Then the vehicle braked suddenly, and my hand, which had been resting on the back seat, loosened and moved to the back of the seat she was leaning against. My arm touched hers; it was soft and smooth. She didn't make a sound, but slightly raised herself, holding onto the backrest with one hand. I placed my hand on her side, not daring to touch her buttocks. The vehicle continued moving forward, the car and people swaying and rubbing against each other. My penis was now rock hard. Then the vehicle braked again, and as people jostled backward, my left hand landed on her waist. Her waist was firm; perhaps she was a rural woman. We hugged even tighter, and with the next sway of the vehicle, I boldly touched her breasts. They were very full; I didn't even know what size they were at the time, haha. She glanced back at me, but I didn't dare linger too long, though it felt very good. Then I felt her legs tighten beneath me; she leaned back on the seat again. I didn't dare move again, remaining pressed tightly against her back. Soon we were in the suburbs, and people started getting off. The front became more spacious, and I didn't dare lean back against her anymore. I moved forward slightly, standing side-by-side with her. She was facing forward, no longer leaning against the seat back, her face slightly flushed, and she smiled at me. Soon I got off the bus too and took a public bus to school.

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