The heat on the highway

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The highway was dark, with no streetlights. We sat side by side, me by the window, him by the aisle. There were very few people on the bus;
no one was around us. Perhaps because of a day of workshops,
waves washed over me. The car was warm, and I dozed off, clutching my coat. My head
drooped heavily, and he helped me up, letting my head rest on his shoulder. The bus was bumping, and he put his arm around my
shoulder, and I nestled in his embrace, feeling his breath.
I opened my eyes and looked at him; he was looking at me, still smiling warmly with his eyes. I closed my eyes and
pressed myself against him; he gently caressed my shoulder through my shirt; I grasped his warm, large hand; he
rubbed his cheek against my forehead; I tilted my head back, and his cheek pressed against mine…
He kissed me, like raindrops on my face; I kissed him, like a light drizzle; in an instant, the drizzle
turned storm, his kisses falling heavily and intensely on my face and neck, and I responded even more intensely; he
held me tightly with one hand, and the other hand naturally slid towards the buttons of my shirt, one, two…
His kisses followed his fingers, lingering on my chest, which heaved rapidly with each breath; his
hand gently caressed my white bra, and his head buried in my cleavage; he turned me ninety degrees, so I
was facing , and unhooked my bra. A cool sensation made my nipples stand erect, and he bent down and took one of my
nipples into his mouth, sucking intensely, the tingling stimulation making me lose control of my emotions. I let out a low moan; he wrapped one arm around my
waist to prevent me from backing away, while his other hand pressed firmly against my delicate white breasts, his thumb
roughly teasing my other nipple; I held his head to my chest, closed my eyes, and felt his warm
, soft tongue and hard fingers, waves of excitement spreading from my nipples throughout my body, warm currents
flowing out …
He made me sit facing him on his lap so he could continue caressing my breasts. I unbuckled his
belt he obediently pulled his pants down a little, reaching into his underwear—my god, I hadn't expected him to be so
hot and large; he also loosened my belt, reaching into my already soaked underwear…
I gripped his hot member tightly, stroking it up and down, trying desperately but in vain to get closer to
him, but it didn't work, and he seemed at a loss as well. I could only tell him breathlessly that this wouldn't work, and I had to
turn around.
Moving with difficulty, thankfully no one was around. I pulled my pants down to my knees, turned around, and faced him, tentatively
sitting back until my buttocks touched his burning hot penis. He wrapped one hand around my chest and the other
on my buttocks, clumsily searching for the entrance. My hand guided him, and soon he found the spot.
He tried to penetrate, but although I was very wet, perhaps because of the long period of abstinence, penetration
wasn't easy. Even with his efforts, only the tip of his penis could get in. We had to
patiently rub back and forth, anxious but forced to try little by little. But
then, suddenly, the ringing of a cell phone shattered the monotonous noise of the bus speeding along the highway. His
cell phone, his wife's!
The ringing of the phone was like a waterfall cascading onto boiling lava. The waterfall was so powerful that the lava solidified into rock before even steam
could rise. I could feel the cooling. He went limp, as limp as a
caterpillar. He pressed one hand against me, signaling me not to give birth, while answering the phone. His wife, worried, asked if he was
home yet. He replied affectionately, as always, "On the road." I angrily shook off his
hand, straightened my clothes, and sat down in an empty seat on the other side of the aisle, staring blankly out the window. Three minutes later, I
regained my composure, returned to his side, and waited for him to finish his call. After saying goodnight to his wife, he looked at me
apologetically . I asked, "Is that all?" He said, "Yes."
I bent down and unbuckled his belt again. He was surprised, but still let me take out the caterpillar-shaped penis. I
held it, gently kissing it with my lips and licking it with my tongue, feeling it rapidly
harden in my hand. I opened my mouth and took it in, swallowing deeply and spitting it out shallowly, my tongue
circling I released it and kissed my way down, breathing on the now-shrunken testicles. He pulled me close again,
his hands caressing my lower abdomen. I quickened my movements, rapidly stroking the hard, steel-like penis with my hand,
feeling his breathing quicken and his muscles gradually tense.
Then I stopped, broke free from him, and returned to my seat across the aisle. He looked at me in
surprise , then at his crotch.
I took out my phone, dialed my husband's number, and asked in a sweet, seductive voice, "Honey, have
you missed me?"
I leaned against him, took off my shoes, and nestled against him, my eyes half-closed. He had one arm around
me and the other gently stroking my body.
"You smell so good," he said.
"Liar, my morning perfume should have worn off by now," I said. I really like Issey Miyake perfume, a delicate
oriental scent, but perhaps because it's so light, it dissipates easily.
"It's you who smells good, a warm scent," he said.
"You're so old, still acting like Bao Yu, all that cold and warm scent, so cheesy," I teased him, turning around.
"Who's Bao Yu?" He took the opportunity to reach up to my chest, his fingers slipping inside my shirt,
then expertly slipping into my bra, and grasping my breast. "Being Xue Pan is more practical," he said
, circling his fingers over my areola, making me shudder, my nipples quickly reacting.
"Isn't your wife very open?" I asked.
"Huh?" He seemed surprised that I suddenly brought up his wife. He paused, then said, "Not really,
she's a bit petty." "I was asking if she's flat-chested. Otherwise, why are you still grabbing at my breasts?"
I pointed to his hands, which were diligently working on my breasts. In the dark carriage, he had already brazenly ripped off
my shirt, exposing my light-colored underwear and smooth skin to the air. Luckily, there weren't many people on the train.
"You…" He retaliated by pinching me hard twice. I could clearly feel his hard erection.
"Want it?" I asked.
"Yeah," he replied.
"I want it too, hehe," I said.
He started to unzip my pants, but I stopped him, saying, "Where won't do? It's too cramped."
Although there were no people in the rows in front and behind, the space between the seats was too small.
"To the last row?" he asked.
"Didn't you see that black guy sleeping in the last row?" I said,
glancing around as I hid myself in my seat.
"Let him sleep, we'll do ours," he said.
"Get lost!" I punched him.
I thought for a moment, then told him to pull down his pants and spread his legs. I stood up, hunched over (because
my upper body was almost naked), and carefully squeezed between his legs. He immediately reached out to pull down
my pants, pulling them down so fast that my pants and underwear were pulled down to my knees. I suddenly felt a chill down my lower body.
"So much water," he said, stroking my bare thighs.
"It's all your fault, hurry up," I said. My position was very uncomfortable. I
was already unsteady on my feet, and now I had to hunch over, my forehead resting on the back of the empty seat in front of me. His pants and mine
were tangled together, and I couldn't move.
But instead of supporting my waist and letting me sit on his hard, hot penis as I expected,
he suddenly lowered his head and began kissing my waist and buttocks passionately, one hand reaching over to tightly
grasp my breast.
"Ah~," I couldn't help but cry out, quickly covering my mouth with the back of my hand and muttering,
"You're so bad." Only then did he grin mischievously and adjust his position, letting me sit between his legs.
"Not there," I instructed him urgently in a low voice. "Yes, yes, it's here, lift it up a little
, ah, slower, mmm~" I gasped, like a thirsty traveler finding
a spring .
"Mmm~ slower, ah, you're so big." I was panting. And behind me, he was like
a bull in the bullring, eagerly thrusting.
The long-distance bus suddenly lurched, and I completely lost my balance, sitting back abruptly. As a result, he
plunged in , and a slightly painful pleasure struck my whole body like lightning, my panting involuntarily mixed with moans.
My body was paralyzed by pleasure, unable to move, and he seemed to have no strength at all, but the car
kept bumping. It was a long journey in the dark, and the driver was obviously speeding. I don't know
why the road conditions on this stretch of highway at the state border were so bad, but such bumps and vibrations brought us endless pleasure. I couldn't
help want to scream, and the back of my hand could no longer cover my voice. Under the circumstances, I had no choice but to bite his palm.
The back-and-forth swaying, the intense friction—in this environment, with the thrill of an affair, it only took a short while before I felt
the signs of an impending climax. My mind went blank, my body convulsed uncontrollably, a low moan in my throat turned into a
pleasurable whimper, and a warm current surged from my lower body. I couldn't help but bite him hard, reveling in
the torrential pleasure...
I collapsed onto his lap, only then hearing him whisper, "Hurry up, I can't hold back anymore." Before I
could understand what he meant, he forcefully pushed me up. As soon as my buttocks left him, several thick,
slightly fishy-smelling liquids gushed out, splashing onto my disheveled hair, my bare back, and
my tattered clothes...
He was also exhausted; his hands that had been supporting me loosened, and I slumped like a piece of cloth on
the seat , my legs still between his.
After we both caught our breath, he said to me, "You're not planning to have my baby, are you?"
I smiled weakly and playfully hit him, a feeling of gratitude welling up inside me: this guy is actually pretty good
.
The long-distance bus reached the edge of the city, and the highway was now dimly lit by streetlights. Although the light was weak
, we quickly straightened our clothes.
Then, by the light of the streetlights, I noticed
someone ! Oh my god! I nervously asked him, "Did they hear us?" "That's your problem, did you shout?"
he said.
"No, not really..." Then I remembered to look at his hand; there was a deep,
bruised .

[The End]

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