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Women on the bus are also very proactive 

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It was National Day in 2002, a time when the concept of a Golden Week holiday had only existed for a few years. I think it started around 1999. Although this city was the provincial capital, it wasn't much bigger than a typical county town. A long National Day holiday was still a novelty in my city at the time. The city announced early on via radio and newspapers that there would be a large event at the city hall square, including fireworks. Even without that event, people wanted to stroll
along the newly opened pedestrian street. So, at dusk, people flooded the square like a tide, truly from all directions. My area was in the western high-tech development zone of the city. Back then, besides taxis, the only other option was taking the bus. Private cars didn't become common in ordinary households in this city until after 2005. At that time, people were used to flocking to bus stops on holidays; if they could get a taxi, they would take one, and if not, they would take the bus. I still remember one bus route leading to the city center: Route 168. Commonly known as the "mini-bus," it was characterized by its fast and aggressive driving. And it ran frequently, every few minutes. These buses don't have tickets, so young people prefer them
. Following the crowd, I squeezed onto one of them. Once on, after about two or three steps, you couldn't move. On the bus, most people face the window, holding onto the handrails or straps. This allows those getting off to pass through the aisle. In reality, that night, the vast majority of people on that bus were going to the square. I was squeezed into a spot near the front wheel of the bus. And then I really couldn't move. I
was young then, and it had been a year since my breakup. I was wearing light clothes for National Day. In this situation, a girl was standing directly in front of me. How to describe her? A cold, aloof beauty, like ice. Large eyes with prominent pupils, delicate but thick black eyebrows. Very fair skin, like porcelain, no exaggeration. It's just that she was standing near the front wheel of the bus, so she wasn't very tall. I hadn't noticed when I got on, but she was actually holding the arm of a slightly overweight man next to her, not much taller than her. How close were we? It was the distance my penis could have penetrated if it weren't for my clothes.
And, after the bus had only traveled about ten meters, I was already hard. I was very timid back then. I was thinking, what if she turned around and yelled "Pervert!"? How would I explain? There were many couples like that on the bus, all around me. When I tried to move aside, the man next to me stared at me with hostility. So, when I tried to move back to keep my distance from the beautiful woman in front of me, I was immediately scolded by the person behind me. I was scared because I was hard. My pants were thin. If everyone stared at me, I wouldn't be able to explain myself no matter what.
So, I made up my mind, stood up straight, and gripped tightly, trying to stay still as much as possible despite the swaying of the bus. But no matter how hard I tried, my penis was always just barely touching the beautiful woman in front of me. I was young then. Once it was hard, it wouldn't go soft for a while. But things still took a turn for the better. After about four or five stops, a few people got off. The bus became a little more spacious. Although moving around was impossible, I could try to avoid contact with other people's sensitive areas.
But then, things took a dramatic turn…!
When my erection could no longer touch the beautiful woman in front of me, she started wiggling her hips. And when her buttocks touched my penis, she stopped moving. At first, I just thought it was because the driver was driving too fast. Until every time I moved aside, her buttocks would move back a little, I was sure. I was really sure, she wanted me to do that…
The most certain thing happened. When we reached a bus stop called Sanli'an, a large building was under construction by the roadside (local friends should know there's a mobile communications building there). She bent down and said to her boyfriend (that's when I realized she was with someone else, and it was her boyfriend), "When did they build such a tall building here?" She only said this one sentence the whole way, and I heard it clearly. When she said that, she made a gesture of bending down to look at the height of the building. It's easy to imagine that her buttocks were sticking up, and her most sensitive spot was pressed against my penis.
What I'm most confident about isn't the 15/6 length of my penis, but its hardness. I'm certain that even in winter, wearing thick clothes, I could feel my penis against her, precisely in the crucial middle of her buttocks. My breathing quickened, and my heart raced.
To briefly explain what happened next, whenever we encountered a turn, she would stick her buttocks back, and I would push forward. And occasionally, her buttocks would even slightly rotate. It was
n't until we got off the bus that I realized there were six of them. She was at the back, and she looked back at me twice to confirm she wasn't tall. Maybe 160cm at most. And that look in her eyes—I'll never forget it. Those big, watery eyes, so tender… because when I first boarded the bus, I saw her turn around and look at me. Her eyes were completely different.
As for me, because I couldn't get hard, I had my hands in my pockets, thumbs sticking out, pressing against my pants. That way, no one could see my erect penis. I walked all the way from Baihuajing to Shuanggang to attend a friend's dinner party. It took about 15 minutes before my words softened and disappeared without a trace.
Combining this with the background I gave earlier, I was deeply confused. Before this, I always thought that women were passive in sex. And that women would refuse any sexual contact with people they didn't love.
Later, I encountered this twice on the bus. Once, when I was getting off, I was standing near the door, in a low spot, holding onto a pillar. A girl, I think she got off from Anhui Agricultural University (then called the Agricultural College), her lower abdomen near her sensitive area was right where my hand was, and she was intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against it. I glanced at her; she had a very thick braid, very fair skin, thick eyebrows, and big eyes. She just had a lot of acne on her face. Another time, when it was crowded, my hand was hanging down, and I touched the buttocks of a girl diagonally in front of me. She didn't move, so the back of my hand occasionally touched her buttocks. She didn't move the entire time, even when there were only a few people left on the bus. She and I remained in the same position, and coincidentally, we got off at the same stop. Of course, when I was sure there were plenty of empty seats but she didn't give up hers, my hands, hidden under my clothes, became more brazen. She seemed to be enjoying it.

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