Buses in summer

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Xiao Mo usually doesn't take the bus; she dislikes the noise and stale smell. But once she leaves the house, she has no desire to take a taxi. Three months into her divorce, looking at the empty room every day, she feels a lifelessness in her home. When the air-conditioned bus arrives, she hops on without a second thought.

September in Nanjing is still hot, and it's a weekend afternoon. The bus is packed, with no seats available, but Xiao Mo doesn't care. She just wants to feel her presence in the crowd—and receive more admiring glances. She put on light makeup before leaving, and looking at herself in the mirror, she feels satisfied, but then sighs inwardly. However, when the imagined gaze transforms into a body pressed against her back and a hand quietly pressing against her thigh, panic, unease, and inexplicable excitement explode in her chest like a mixed bomb. She's momentarily dazed, and her nipples stand erect as if electrocuted.

Xiao Mo went to the company to work overtime. The finance department has been particularly busy lately, but Xiao Liu and Xiao Wangqing are getting married, and Sister Zhang is retiring at the end of the year. When Director Wu asked Xiao Mo to work overtime on Friday afternoon, he looked apologetic, since Xiao Mo had already been working overtime for three weeks in a row. But Xiao Mo agreed without saying anything. Firstly, she didn't want to feel sorry for herself in her empty home, and secondly, Director Wu was indeed in a difficult position, as they were short-staffed. Moreover, over the past six months, Director Wu had helped her a lot and taken good care of her. When she needed comfort the most, Director Wu had always been a good listener. In fact, when a woman is most vulnerable, she doesn't necessarily need a good strategist; a good listener is enough. Director Wu was not only a good listener but also gave Xiao Mo a lot of good advice. For that alone, Xiao Mo felt she had to repay Director Wu's favor. Besides, being with Director Wu was never boring. Except for his lowest few days, Director Wu always had a constant stream of witty jokes, each one fresh and never repetitive, yet he never groped his female colleagues—a typical "talk-it-all" middle-aged gentleman. It was Xiao Liu and Xiao Wang who, after hearing his jokes, would often be embarrassed, annoyed, and laughing so hard they'd choke, then pounce on him, pulling and tugging at his ears. Director Wu wouldn't run away; he'd just pout and kiss the outstretched hand, saying, "Smells good," and that would send them on their way. Xiao Mo would just laugh at Director Wu's jokes and not bother him, so sometimes when he pounced on her, Director Wu would sigh and say, "Xiao Mo, come on, let me give you a kiss," but Xiao Mo wouldn't fall for it, and he never had a chance for any intimate contact. Except for one time, on the day they signed the divorce papers, Director Wu, upon learning of Xiao Mo's situation, escorted her home. In the elevator, he gently embraced her, patted her shoulder to comfort her, and said, "Divorcing you is definitely his loss." The contact was intimate, yet natural, without a trace of ulterior motive. This was Xiao Mo's closest contact with a man in three months, and now, right behind her, a man's body was pressing against her in the most intimate way.

The car passed several university areas, and many students got on, making the car even more crowded. Xiao Mo felt the body behind her press even closer. She was wearing a silk suit today, and through the thin fabric, Xiao Mo could clearly feel the heat of the man's body pressing against her and the hardness and even greater heat of his erection already pressed against her buttocks, while a hand gently began to roam over her right buttock. Xiao Mo didn't want anyone to see the lines of her underwear in the summer, so she always wore thongs. The fibers of her slip rubbed slightly against her smooth buttocks as the hand roamed over her. This low-intensity stimulation was amplified exponentially in the specific context of the bus. Xiao Mo was momentarily at a loss, instinctively shifting her body slightly forward, trying to get away from the person behind her. Surprisingly, the person behind her didn't press against her again. Xiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief and glanced back while changing handrails, only to see a handsome, sunny-looking man, seemingly a college student, staring at her and smiling, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. Xiao Mo hurriedly looked away, feeling even more relieved. Thank goodness she hadn't encountered one of those lecherous middle-aged perverts; perhaps he hadn't meant it, after all, the bus was too crowded—Xiao Mo had always been attracted to smiles that revealed white teeth. But suddenly, she felt a void in her heart. She hadn't enjoyed that feeling of fibers rubbing against skin in a long time; even before her divorce, it seemed like she could only vaguely recall it back in her college days. As he was lost in thought, the car braked suddenly, and the person behind him lurched forward, pressing against Xiao Mo. A long leg slipped under the slit of Xiao Mo's skirt, and the skin exposed above her stockings felt the rough texture of the linen trousers. She felt a burning heat between her thighs as the hot, hard head of the penis pressed against her left buttock. Xiao Mo had nowhere to escape and could only shift nervously, hoping it was just an accident caused by the braking and that this embarrassing situation would soon disappear. Unexpectedly, with each movement, the head of the penis traced a beautiful arc against her left buttock. The hot stimulation made Xiao Mo shudder; her nipples, which had just relaxed, hardened again, and her lower body felt hot. Xiao Mo froze, unable to move. The hand reached out again, but only lingered on the skirt for a moment before parting the slit at the back and slipping inside, covering Xiaomo's right buttock. Xiaomo was instantly propelled from one peak of bewilderment to another; her buttocks tightened sharply under the sudden attack, crossing her bottom line. Xiaomo wasn't particularly resistant to the closeness of a handsome man, but this hand inside her skirt shattered any remaining hope and self-imposed barriers. Xiaomo

began to recall the various methods her colleagues had described for dealing with perverts on buses, but like a student about to finish an exam with half a paper unanswered, her mind was blank. She couldn't remember anything, only felt intense nervousness, her heart pounding faster and faster. The thong barely covered Xiaomo's buttocks, which were completely covered by that hand. As if sensing Xiaomo's tension, the hand gently stroked her right buttock twice, then lightly patted it twice inside her skirt, like soothing a frightened baby, before gliding across her entire buttocks. Her tense muscles relaxed, and Xiaomo's heart felt as if it were immersed in warm water. The hand then began to gently but firmly knead Xiaomo's buttocks, much like a lover's caress. Xiaomo wanted to resist but couldn't, bewildered by this sudden attack and caress, yet also somewhat enjoying it. Perhaps it wasn't that she couldn't resist but that she couldn't bear to, like being in a dream she didn't want to wake from. A surge of heat rose in her lower body, and she could only tighten her sphincter muscles again. The hand wasn't satisfied and began to slowly move towards Xiaomo's buttocks. Xiaomo loved this vivid touch, but her feminine modesty made her clench her thighs. Xiao Mo knew this was largely ineffective; her defenses would eventually be breached one by one. Her lower body was almost completely exposed downwards, her lips just beyond her buttocks. She didn't want to think about what would happen next. Sure enough, after only a brief pause, Xiao Mo felt a finger press against her lips through the thin fabric. Xiao Mo's thong couldn't be padded, so both of them could clearly feel the touch. With that finger's press, Xiao Mo felt a cool, wet sensation, and she felt both ashamed and anxious. She had been touched so intimately by a stranger on the bus! Xiao Mo's wetness was a huge encouragement to that finger; soon another finger pressed down, the fabric disappearing into her lips, soaking them with Xiao Mo's love juice. After a moment, those two fingers, seemingly capable of playing the piano on a thong, deftly pulled and tugged, exposing Xiao Mo's labia to the air. The middle finger slid up and slipped into the very end of Xiao Mo's cleft, barely touching her clitoris before reluctantly withdrawing. Caught off guard by this maneuver, Xiao Mo felt another surge of heat, a warm current flowing downwards. The middle finger,

no longer pushing for its limit, turned and plunged deep into her labia, its tip flicking upwards to press against the walls of her vagina. Xiao Mo couldn't resist this unparalleled impact, involuntarily letting out a soft moan. Looking up, she met a questioning gaze.

Lin Hai noticed the pretty white-collar worker the moment she boarded the bus. Her unique aura made her stand out like a sheep on a prairie in the crowded bus. Under the pressure, the woman in black gradually moved closer to his seat, but a little too close. He could only admire her figure out of the corner of his eye. He considered getting up to offer her his seat, but the neckline of her skirt was too high; even looking down, he couldn't see the edge of her breasts, so he decided against it, and it would have been a bit awkward anyway. However, seeing the man with a bright white smile sitting next to the beauty, Lin Hai felt a pang of envy and annoyance. Such a good opportunity had slipped away. That man was quite lucky with women; he wondered if he would make the most of it. While thinking this, his eyes never left her body. Although he couldn't see the man behind the beauty's movements, Lin Hai could roughly guess what he was doing. He nodded to himself, thinking that he couldn't have done it any better. Gradual and decisive—he was clearly a seasoned pro. But upon hearing the beautiful woman's moan, Lin Hai felt a surge of inexplicable anger. Without thinking, he stood up and said to the woman in front of him, "Oh, isn't this Xiao Li? Long time no see. Come, sit in my seat." Xiao Mo glanced at the man in front of her. He seemed gentle, but his jawline was sharp, and his eyes were clear as he looked at her with a hint of inquiry. Xiao Mo felt a strange mix of gratitude and embarrassment. This man must have noticed something to offer help to a stranger like her. Although there was a seat available, Xiao Mo knew she absolutely couldn't sit down. She knew that if she sat there now, there would be a noticeable wet patch on the back of her skirt. She could only thank the man. Fortunately, they were almost at the company. As the man stood up, his body quietly moved away from her. Xiao Mo felt relieved, yet a strange feeling lingered. A middle-aged woman quickly sat down in that seat, and the man in front of her nodded slightly. He also stood protectively behind Xiao Mo, slightly to the side. Xiao Mo was touched, but knew he must know what had just happened, and her face flushed instantly. The man's body was close to hers, yet he was very restrained, only making contact with Xiao Mo's body as the bus swayed, but only briefly, just when the bus braked, he lightly bumped against Xiao Mo's buttocks and lingered for a moment. Xiao Mo knew he didn't mean it, and even somewhat enjoyed the light touch. Her face turned even redder, and her lower body felt hotter and hotter under the gentle stimulation, completely out of control. Xiao Mo wanted to press herself closer to the man behind her, but she couldn't muster the courage. The short two stops were undoubtedly a great torment for Xiao Mo. As soon as the bus arrived at the station, she turned around, said "thank you," and quickly walked towards the company.

[The End]

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