My Bus Adventure

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It was already winter, but the weather was still incredibly hot, forcing people to wear short-sleeved shirts to work. After finishing work at the company, I rushed to T·T·Station and boarded the bus, arriving close to 9:30.

It was just the time my cram school ended, and I managed to squeeze onto the bus. Luckily, I managed to snag a single seat. The temperature inside the bus rose as more people boarded. With a "whoosh," the driver turned on the air conditioning, and gusts of cold air quickly blew out of the vents.

The bus soon filled to capacity. The driver closed the doors, engaged the clutch, shifted into first gear, pressed the accelerator, and the massive, packed Sanchong Bus lurched forward along the potholed Zhongxiao West Road.

My gaze was immediately drawn to a student standing to my right. Judging from his attire, he must have just finished his last PE class and was on his way to Nanyang Street for tutoring, covered in sweat. I could imagine his bulging backpack containing uniform trousers and a shirt, while he himself was wearing athletic shorts, a t-shirt, and a school jacket. He had

short hair, wore frameless glasses, and his features weren't particularly striking—no thick eyebrows, no big eyes—but all together, he was quite attractive.

His physique, honed from regular exercise, was quite good. While not overly muscular, I could imagine well-defined chest and abdominal muscles beneath his thin clothes.

The bus pulled into another stop. Although I couldn't see the bus stop sign, I guessed there were many people rushing to board. After a busy day, most people just wanted to get home and rest! The people in the carriage slowly shifted to make room for others to squeeze on, and the young man moved from my right front to my right, out of my sight.

I lowered my head and closed my eyes, intending to sleep until I got off, since there was nothing else to do on the train. The train pulled away from the station and continued moving, the crowd and my drooping head swaying with the bumpy road.

Half-asleep, my heart skipped a beat when the train suddenly accelerated, not because of the acceleration, but because I felt my arm brush against the thigh of the young man standing to my right.

I slightly opened my eyes and looked to my right, only seeing his crotch and thighs, my arm positioned between them.

I kept my head down, but the drowsiness had subsided. It was a truly strange encounter; it was extremely rare to have the opportunity to place your hand between the legs of a stranger.

The road was just as bumpy, the bus just as stop-and-go, the driver just as fast and slow. Without me even trying, my arm kept making contact, or rather, rubbing, against the inside of Didi's thighs.

I wonder what Didi was thinking, sandwiched between two people in this awkward situation. If he felt embarrassed, he'd probably be thankful, "Thank goodness this person is asleep." If he wasn't embarrassed, would he be enjoying it?

The bus made a sharp left turn at a considerable speed, and I heard other women scream. Even though I was seated, I almost yelled out loud. With that turn, I could clearly feel something forcefully bump against my shoulder—that thing must have been Didi's penis.

The sound of the doors opening signaled another stop. Usually, many people get off and many get on at this stop, so the crowd began to shift, allowing those getting off to disembark smoothly and those getting on to squeeze on.

Didi moved forward, taking another step closer to my body. The door closed, and the car started to bump again. This time, I believe Didi's penis was pressed hard against my shoulder, and I could feel his heat on my cheek. Didi's

previously limp penis grew harder and harder with the swaying of the car. I believe Didi was enjoying it, but I don't know if it was a spur-of-the-moment decision or a habit he always had.

He maintained this position the whole way, his penis pressed tightly against my shoulder. I secretly saw Didi's face in the reflection of the window.

The reflection wasn't very clear, but I could vaguely see that Didi's eyes were slightly closed, and he was breathing heavily.

We were almost at our stop, so I had to lift my head, rub my eyes, and pretend I had just woken up. Didi alertly stepped back a little, as if nothing had happened. I stood up, and Didi turned to face the front of the car, making room for me to get out of my seat. The car was still crowded.

As soon as I got up from my seat, an older woman immediately grabbed it and sat down. There were only a few people waiting to get off, and I happened to be standing directly in front of my son, my right arm pressed against his chest, my lowered right hand hanging in front of his crotch.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of playfulness and lust. I glanced around at the people around me. My son's backpack, slung over his left shoulder, was positioned between my right hand and the older woman sitting in the

seat. I looked at my son's face out of the corner of my eye, turned my palm towards his crotch, and then extended my index finger to lightly touch his penis. I think my son was clearly startled, his eyes widening as he stared at me. At that moment, the person who had been sitting behind me also stood up to get off. Because that person also squeezed into the aisle, my son was pushed forward another step.

This time, I didn't need to do anything; my son's crotch automatically slipped into my palm. My son turned to look out the window, and I could see his flushed ears and cheeks.

Without hesitation, I grabbed his penis through his pants and slowly rubbed it up and down. The bus stopped at a red light; I was getting off after this intersection.

Seeing that my son offered no resistance, I boldly moved my hand from the leg of his shorts inside. His underwear felt like a very ordinary BVD pair, the kind with a slit in the middle that could be pulled open. I felt his glans through the underwear; it was wet. I could imagine his heart rate was probably close to 100 beats per minute.

I then slipped my fingers inside his underwear, touching his hard, wet penis and taut scrotum. The bus started moving again. I reached out and casually plucked a few of his pubic hairs as a souvenir.

The bus pulled over, the doors opened, and we arrived at the stop. I followed the crowd off the bus. Once outside, I turned back to see what my boyfriend's expression was like, but I found he had followed me off. Our eyes met, he smiled at me, and then quickly walked towards the McDonald's not far from the stop.

I thought for a moment, then followed him. My boyfriend stopped at the McDonald's entrance, looked back, and only after seeing me following him did he push open the door and go inside. I followed him into McDonald's, and he went straight to the restroom.

There were other people in the restroom. My boyfriend went into a stall, closed the door, and I washed my hands at the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror, having worked many overtime days. The person who had urinated was gone; now it was just him and me in the restroom.

I turned my head and saw my boyfriend looking at me through the slightly ajar door. I smiled at him, thought for a moment, and finally decided to wave goodbye before leaving McDonald's.

This was my strange encounter on the bus last winter.

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