Summer buses

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This summer was unbearably hot. My heart was itching with desire.

Women, resisting the heat, flaunted their figures, revealing long, white legs, bare breasts, and beautiful backs, stirring my imagination. My heart pounded.

Because of a day off, I didn't have to go to work. I used this short time to get closer to these women.

I wanted to hunt for them.

Hunting for them meant choosing crowded places. Buses became my first choice.

Especially during rush hour, when people were packed together, it was easy to make a move. Besides, those women weren't as aloof as they seemed. Some even craved a man's touch.

That noon, I waited early at the bus stop. Seeing the crowd gathered, I scanned the area, looking for my target.

That young woman in a short skirt, with her bare chest and back, seemed like an easy target, so I consciously moved closer to her. When the bus arrived, the crowd surged forward. I slowly pressed myself against the beautiful woman and squeezed onto the bus. After boarding, it was indeed packed with people, one shoulder to shoulder. I pressed myself tightly against the beautiful woman, seemingly looking at the scenery outside the window, but actually admiring her profile. She was beautiful, casual, and easygoing. As the bus swayed forward, my hand slowly moved towards her thigh. She immediately noticed something was wrong; it was summer, and her body was hot, but my hand was even hotter, as she immediately realized. She only moved slightly, but I didn't remove my hand; instead, I slowly began to caress her. After a while, I became even more restless, moving my hand upwards towards her miniskirt. I pressed directly against her buttocks. I squeezed her buttocks; they were very elastic and had a wonderful fleshy feel. My breathing became heavy. But simply touching her buttocks wasn't my only goal. My fingers moved her panties, which slid to one side, and my fingers explored her vulva. Especially on her clitoris, I gently massaged it, sometimes sliding back and forth, sometimes pressing and massaging the clitoris, oblivious to everyone else, making it even more stimulating.

Soon, she became aroused and gradually became wet. She turned around and glanced at me. Because we were pressed so close together, a faint fragrance wafted over, and my large penis instantly sprang to attention. I hadn't intended to do anything on the bus, but at this moment I had no choice. I pulled my thing out of my pants, parted her labia, and thrust it in. She bit her lip, trying to suppress a sound. I began to thrust in and out in rhythm with the bus. That feeling—those who haven't experienced it can't understand.

I held onto the handrail with one hand, and with the other, I slowly lifted her flat, smooth, and fleshy abdomen. I pinched it with my fingers, and she rolled her eyes at me again. My thick member moved in and out of her honeyed passage, and soon her face flushed. She bit her lip tightly, trying not to make a sound. Her face was bright red. She slowly lifted one leg, spreading her legs wider, becoming more comfortable with my penetration. Because of my large size, long and hard, I roamed freely inside her honeyed passage. Gradually, I increased the amplitude of my thrusts, not only taking advantage of the bus's swaying motion, but also swaying my hips back and forth. At this point, the people next to me also noticed. But since it didn't concern them, no one said anything. Perhaps they thought I was just taking advantage of them. Little did they know that my thick member was deeply inserted into that beautiful woman's honeyed passage.

As the bus swayed back and forth, with waves of people getting on and off, my intercourse with the beautiful young woman continued intermittently, but my large penis remained inside her honeyed passage. The final climax was truly thrilling. I had to suppress the urge to ejaculate, keeping my expression unchanged, and quickly ejaculated deep inside her. Pulling out at this point would be unwise; firstly, it would soil her dress, making her unpresentable, and secondly, the smell of semen was familiar to many. Then everyone would know.

Afterwards, I slipped a piece of paper with my phone number on it, along with two hundred yuan, into her panties. Although I didn't know the beautiful woman, after we had this kind of relationship, I felt she was mine. This feeling was my life motto.

A little while later, the beautiful young woman got off the bus. As she left, she seemed somewhat reluctant, her gaze towards me tender and affectionate. It made my heart flutter. She was a person of loyalty and affection. Worthy of my lifelong pursuit.

That beautiful young woman had actually missed her stop. She should have gotten off at the previous stop. To satisfy me, she rode an extra stop.

I didn't know any of this. I assumed she was going to a certain stop.

[The End]

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