Dramatic on the bus

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I was on a business trip from Nanning back to Hengyang. Because it was almost Chinese New Year, I couldn't buy a train ticket at all, so I had to buy
a bus ticket for 8 pm to Hengyang, arriving at 6 am. What a coincidence! I had just settled into my
seat when I arrived. It seems the buses in Nanning are more organized; everyone has to sit in their assigned seats.
I was sitting in a window seat, probably the sixth row from the front. Then two men came up; one of
them, whose seat was next to mine, suggested I move to the back so they could sit together. I disagreed
because the window seat was perfect for sleeping. So they went to two seats somewhere further back. Just then, a
girl came up. What a coincidence! Her seat had been taken by those two men, so
she ended up sitting next to me. As soon as she got on, I gave her a good look: fair skin, a tall figure, and a fashionable
style. I couldn't help but feel a surge of pleasure. If she was willing to sit next to me, then it was likely that nothing would happen, because if
she were near the aisle, we wouldn't be able to have sex.
But then things took a dramatic turn. She stood there and said fiercely, "I want to sit inside because my
ticket was for a window seat, but those two guys behind me took it."
I was furious and said, "They took your seat, and mine is also a window seat."
But I politely replied, "If you want to sit inside, you can have it."
I acted very gentlemanly, and perhaps it was this inexplicable gentlemanly demeanor that paved the way for a wonderful evening.
But then I pretended to be busy and said, "Wait a moment, I'll make a call and then give you the seat."
Seeing how polite I was, she obediently stood and waited for me for over ten minutes. After I finished my call, I moved out
, and she sat inside. After everything was set up, the car started moving. Since it was night,
all the lights in the car were off, with only a few dim lights from outside occasionally drifting in through the windows. The TV in the car was playing Baby
Project.
I was thinking that a man should act cool; no matter how pretty a girl is, he shouldn't easily strike up a conversation with her, otherwise she
'll start acting arrogant. So I pretended to watch the movie, talking to myself, "Sigh, Baby Project has been out for a long
time, and I've never had a chance to watch it."
To my surprise, she actually took the initiative to talk to me, saying that she had watched it four or five times, and then started watching and
telling me about it, and the atmosphere began to warm up.
By this point, I had lost interest in the movie, so I asked her, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
She said, "Yes, he's in Tianjin, we only see each other once a year."
So I said, "That's the same as not having one."
Then she asked if I had a girlfriend and what I was doing in Nanning. I actually had a girlfriend, but I said
no, I was in Nanning on a business trip. Then I told her some of my feelings about Nanning, and she started telling me about her
past relationships, so touchingly. I also started talking about my views on relationships, which probably
resonated with her. I know we're about the same age, around 25, but I acted very
rationally and humorously, which made her start to feel a little attached to me.
It was around 10 PM, and everyone was starting to get tired. I helped her
slowly lower her seat to a reclining position, then adjusted my own seat to the same
angle, making it look like we were sleeping as a couple.
She started to feel hot, so she slowly took off her long coat, revealing a pink, tight-fitting sweater underneath
. I could clearly see her firm, round breasts, and her cleavage was quite pronounced. I blushed, my heart started
racing, and because she took off her coat, a fragrant scent wafted over. At that moment, I realized
she was subtly seducing me. She must have noticed my awkwardness and lewd expression, but she never
looked me in the eye. After taking off her clothes, she covered herself with her coat, but because we were so close,
she also covered my left hand.
We lay there like that, listening to her talk about her romantic experiences, her parents, and some
unpleasant things that happened between her and them. I kept comforting her and occasionally peeled an orange for her to eat;
the oranges from Guangxi are so sweet.
It was almost midnight by then, and most of the other people in the carriage had fallen asleep. Only her soft whispers
remained in my ear. The occasional sounds of the car engine and horn could be heard. At that moment, she seemed to realize
we were already drawn to each other. Understanding the situation, she covered my left hand, which was under her coat, and our fingers
intertwined.
After our fingers met, I could clearly feel her warm palm and smooth skin.
Women of this age are the most alluring—mature yet somewhat childlike, sexy yet understated, dignified yet with a touch of
desire. Think about it, since she was holding my hand, if I didn't behave, I wouldn't be a man
. So, I subconsciously pulled her hand from between us towards her lower abdomen. With her
coat as cover, I had nothing to hide.
Then I whispered in her ear, "Your skin is so nice. I really want to put my hand inside your sweater
and feel your smooth skin."
She started to say I was naughty, but still shyly agreed, though she warned me that I could only touch near her belly button
and not touch her anywhere else. I readily agreed, of course, so I took off her little hand and gently opened her sweater
, her inner undershirt. My hand immediately stopped on her lower abdomen and gently rubbed it back and forth. My heart
started to heat up. What beautiful skin! So soft and supple. I quietly enjoyed the wonderful touch, while she,
feeling my warm and slightly sweaty palm, widened her eyes and looked at me happily and calmly. I gradually lost control of my emotions. My hand began 　　to move slowly and tentatively towards her breasts,
starting with small touches . But each time I was about to touch her bra, she would pull my hand back 　　to her abdomen. I tried several times without success. 　　But then, in the dim light, I vaguely noticed that her expression was becoming increasingly ecstatic. So, I made up my 　　mind, quickened my pace, and suddenly grasped her right breast. This time, she was completely unable to resist, because I knew deeply that 　　at this point, a woman's body had become weak, even though her subconscious told her to do so.

No, but she didn't want to resist because the touching felt so good.
My hand, through her bra, began to slowly knead her breasts. By this time, she had closed her eyes,
rested her head on my shoulder, and kept muttering, "Hate, don't touch me."
I lingered between her breasts for over ten minutes, and I could clearly hear her weak
, rapid breathing. A smile began to spread through my heart, because I knew she was starting to need it; she was eagerly
awaiting my next move. But I wasn't so easily fooled, and I continued to caress her through her bra
. A long time passed... After a while, I couldn't hold back any longer, so I pulled down her bra and
firmly grasped one of her breasts with my large hand. Now our skin was completely touching. Her breasts weren't very large, but just the right size
for one hand. I started circling her breasts towards her nipples. When I touched them, they
were already very firm. I kneaded her nipples back and forth, and she started moaning. The entire carriage was filled with snoring
. It was late at night, but only her moans intoxicated me. I was no longer aware of anyone
else in the carriage.
But her bra was too tight, and it kept getting caught in my hand as I rubbed it. I didn't care,
because my target wasn't her breasts, but her lower body. We'd touched her breasts a lot, but her lower body was more difficult
to handle. So I started to shift my position. Because my left hand had been the primary tool, it was quite sore at this point.
My left hand stopped on her breasts, and my right hand began to touch the inside of her thighs. At this point, she didn't resist at all
, letting me stroke her back and forth through her pants. Because it's quite hot in Nanning, she was only wearing one pair of pants,
but it still felt good to touch. It didn't feel like touching a lump of cloth like in the north, because she was wearing too many pants.
At this point, she couldn't bear it any longer. I hadn't even touched her private parts yet, but she couldn't wait any longer.
She grabbed my right hand with her right hand and dragged it between her legs, rubbing it up and down through her pants. Her body
also began to writhe, and her breathing quickened. At this moment, I was greatly encouraged, and my right hand began
to rub her buttocks, cleft, vagina, and clitoris forcefully with abandon. Through her pants, how could I not use force
?
After a frenzy, I slowly and tentatively tried to undo her belt, but damn it, it was too tight. I struggled
for ages, but couldn't get it off. In the end, she helped me undo it herself. My hand started to slide
down her abdomen, and the moment I touched her clitoris, she trembled all over, her legs clamping tightly
around my fingers. I guessed she had her first orgasm. But unfortunately, the car damn well
stopped at a gas station, and they told everyone to go to the restroom. Damn it.
The car stopped, the interior lights came on, and I quickly removed my hands from her body, still maintaining a
gentlemanly demeanor (I always wear a suit and tie when I travel for work). The others got out of the car one after another, and I asked her with concern, "Do you need to
use the restroom?"
She seemed a little embarrassed, and having just had an orgasm, her legs were probably still weak. She shook
her head and said no. I got out of the car to use the restroom, and also to wipe my penis, because after the passion,
I was completely wet down there, damn it.
After about a ten-minute break, the bus resumed its journey. It was around 1 a.m., and
everyone on the bus was exhausted; they had all fallen asleep as soon as they boarded. The lights were all off again. I wasn't about
to let such a good opportunity slip by, and my hand slowly slipped inside her bra, groping back and forth. She still shyly
rested her head on my shoulder, letting my right hand wander between her smooth breasts and armpits. I began to
slowly arouse her desire again. Unfortunately, I had just noticed
that the man sitting across from me, parallel to me, had his eyes half-open. I was startled; I thought he wasn't asleep and was staring in my direction
, but he was actually snoring.
As I slowly moved from her chest down to her lower body, I realized that her belt had been
fastened again sometime during the night. Damn! It took me ages to undo it, and I still couldn't get it off. Since we were both half-lying down, if I sat up and tried
to undo it with my hands, it would be too obvious and arouse suspicion. So, I had no choice but to
pull her hands towards me and help her undo her belt. Then, I slowly
pulled her underwear and outer pants down to mid-thigh. She was very cooperative; as I pulled, she slowly lifted her buttocks to
make it easier for me. I was truly grateful to her; she was so understanding.
With her pants down, I eagerly ran my hand down her pubic hair. When I
pinched her labia between my index and middle fingers, I discovered she was already very wet. It was soaking wet,
and I guessed she hadn't had sex in a long time, or perhaps she masturbated frequently—but that's
another story. Honestly, I've had a few girlfriends before, but I've never touched such smooth,
delicate labia, like the skin on a breast. Many girls have great skin on their bodies, but their genitals are often
rougher. I placed my middle finger over her vulva, gently touching her clitoris back and forth, occasionally
brushing her vaginal opening with my fingertip. Her moans grew louder and louder, almost out of control. I was very worried that people
in the car would hear, because it was late at night and everyone was quiet. Luckily, the car had an engine, otherwise, it would have been terrible. So I buried her
head deep in my chest.
She was still moaning, and I continued to feel her beautiful skin with my fingers. Wet, slippery,
soft—I will never forget it. Now I often complain that my current girlfriend's genital skin is too bad;
it has no feel at all when I touch it. I wonder if she has noticed anything.
As I touched her, listening to her ecstatic moans, I began to lose control. I moved my entire palm
around her vulva, starting with gentle caresses and gradually increasing the pressure. Sometimes I teased her clitoris, sometimes I squeezed
her labia, sometimes I touched her urethra and vaginal opening, teasing around the vaginal opening, but
I wouldn't go inside. This drove her wild with desire; she wanted it, but I wouldn't give in. Because she was lying diagonally on top of me,
I could clearly feel her chest heaving faster. It felt so good; a sense of accomplishment from conquering a woman welled up inside me.
Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and inserted my entire middle finger into her vagina. It was so slippery, wet, and hot. My
finger was sticky. I would thrust in deeply, then shallowly, then pull it out, then thrust it in again, sometimes quickly
, sometimes slowly, making her moan and groan on top of me. I guessed people nearby could hear us, but I
couldn't control my emotions anymore. How could I bear to leave such a slippery vagina? And it was quite tight; I could
clearly feel the contraction of her vaginal walls against my finger as it went in. One finger wasn't enough for
her, so I inserted my index and middle fingers into her vagina at the same time, moving them back and forth for a long time. Finally, her whole body
started trembling again, her legs shaking, and a wave of heat surged towards my fingers. I knew she had orgasmed, but
I was exhausted, and I really wanted it too. So I took her hand and put it inside my underwear. She only rubbed it
a couple of times and then stopped, saying she was too tired.
I was incredibly frustrated. Then she pulled her hand back, but continued to hold my left hand, and she immediately fell asleep
, sleeping like a log. I was left alone, frustrated and suppressing my sexual desire.
She didn't wake up until we were almost at our stop in the morning, and we got off the train at the same time. After getting off the bus, we were heading back to our respective counties. She went to queue up and bought me
a ticket back to my county, probably to compensate me for my hard work the night before. I offered her the fare, but she refused
to accept it. Later, we exchanged phone numbers. If I have the chance, I'll go to Nanning to see her. I miss her skin—
such beautiful skin! I can't forget it. [This post was edited by zhjn0610 on 2014-01-22 20:57]

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