girls on the bus

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Three years ago, I was going to Taipei to visit a high school classmate I hadn't seen in a long time.
Although I had lived in Taipei for a while
, the complexity of Taipei's underground shopping malls still left me speechlessly lost, having not been there in a long time. Yes,
I thought my sense of direction wasn't bad, but I just couldn't find the MRT station.
After wandering around for about 20 minutes, I gave up.
I felt I was wasting my time; I should ask someone! But
that thought quickly passed. Asking for directions seemed to give away my secret
. "He's from out of town."
"Yeah, he must be from the countryside."
"Poor thing, he's lost and doesn't even have a map. How tragic!"
"Idiot,"
okay~~ I'll put the asking for directions on hold for now.
I've decided on a method that'll be a bit hotter and more tiring, but it's definitely simple and effective
: just find a staircase, walk up to the street, then to the underground shopping mall along the Danshui line
, then find a random entrance, walk to Zhongshan Station, and finally you can take the Danshui train.
Why make it so tiring? I'm torn! >"<
I don't know when we stopped.
She let go, smiled, and turned around, saying, "We're here!"
I seemed stunned for a moment, still feeling the happiness lingering on my hand.
"Oh, thank you!"
I looked up at the timer window; the next train was in 3 minutes and 7 seconds.
Then I suddenly didn't know what to say
. I thought about saying, "How about I treat you to dinner to thank you ?"
That seems like I'm really heading towards compensated dating. But then
I thought, let's just leave it at that; nothing more should happen.
I suddenly remembered a few years ago, another classmate's sister.
She said compensated dating was popular in Taipei a long time ago.
Although she didn't participate, she was thinking about it
because all her classmates were doing it, and she wanted to be different.
I'm so stupid. What kind of reason is this?
But those young friends probably don't understand if this is really a good thing.
And what am I going to do now?
I don't know.
There are people all around me,
in front of me and behind me, and
she's right in front of me.
I suddenly have an impulse to grab her hand
and ask her, "How much?" That seems too hurtful.
Then I could say, "I'll treat you to dinner later," but that's just prostitution. No,
I can't do that.
I tell myself: She doesn't care, so why should you?
A wicked voice inside me is shouting: Prostitute her, guys, go for it!!
I'm so confused.
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so sorry, how did this turn into a pure romance novel? I'll try to go the action movie direction
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Basically, I know my personality very well. Usually, in moments like this, when I'm having an internal struggle, I
end up doing nothing because I'm not a very decisive person.
By the time I finally sort things out or make a decision, a long time has already passed.
I I'm an indecisive person.
Things might just end like this—it'll be a strange experience, with a touch of happiness.
But that's probably it, I thought to myself with a chuckle.
Then the train arrived.
For 3 minutes and 7 seconds, we didn't speak.
The doors opened,
the safety railings opened,
passengers disembarked.
I thought I should keep my distance later.
Okay, that's it. If she's still there when I get off at the station,
I'll say to her, "Thanks, classmate! Bye-bye!"
Oh wait, Danshui is the last stop, so I should only say that when I'm exiting the station. I lowered my head, paused for a moment, 　　and then
walked inside. Then 　　, a hand appeared in my sight. 　　I froze again. 　　Then I saw that hand grab my hand. 　　I was a little confused— 　　"Uncle, over here?" 　　I looked up and saw her smiling at me. 　　I felt the people behind me pushing me impatiently, 　　as if seeing what I was waiting for. 　　So I had no choice but to hurry forward, being led by that soft, white hand. 　　When the warning sound of the closing doors rang, 　　we were already squeezed into the very corner of the last carriage. Falling 　　—————————————————————————- 　　There were so many people today. Was it some kind of charity event or something? 　　I don't know, I've been away from Taipei for so long that I'm not interested in any of the events here anymore. 　　She was in front of me with her back to me, and I had to hold back a certain amount of pressure to avoid pressing too hard on her. 　　Whether it was physical or mental, I held back. 　　Although we still touched each other a little when the train was swaying. 　　I felt so hot. 　　Maybe it was because there were so many people. The train was small, the sun was big, and Taipei was stuffy with air conditioning. It was so 　　hot. 　　The train kept swaying, 　　and my heart kept swaying too. 　　Because I discovered something embarrassing 　　: whenever the train swayed, 　　my lower abdomen would actually touch her buttocks. 　　They were so soft. On one hand, I enjoyed it, but on the other hand, I was afraid she would think 　　I was doing it on purpose. I was a perverted old man. I put on 　　a respectable facade, but I was actually a perverted old man. 　　I was still trying to maintain my image. I wanted to give her a good impression . 　　This world isn't just full of perverts; 　　there are still good people. 　　I tried to tell myself: Hang in there! 　　A voice inside me was laughing: "Stop faking it, it feels good, doesn't it?! Support her, bro!" 　　Then I heard her seem to be talking.

She spoke very softly, so I moved a little closer to her.
"Uncle, what are you doing?" She said
, "Nothing, I'm not doing anything."
"But I feel your stuff getting on me, it's hot."
"Oh, it's hot, things get hot too, haha," I said, offering an explanation that wasn't really my style. "The carriage is always moving, it's inevitable."
She said "Oh~~" and then glanced back at me before falling silent.
She seemed to accept my clumsy explanation; I think she was secretly laughing.
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It's okay, anyway, people will definitely get off soon, and the carriage will gradually empty out.
From what I remember last time, there would be far fewer people after Shilin Station.
I knew this awkwardness was only temporary,
so I tried my best to focus my attention elsewhere.
I started looking around. Looking west, left, right, and around
, I finally turned back with a sigh and looked at the girl's hair in front of me. "It smells
so good!" My heart soared.
But what could I do? The entire carriage was practically devoid of anyone presentable
—mostly old ladies, middle-aged women, and a few middle school students who looked like idiots
. Why torture myself? The girl in front of me was gorgeous!
I don't even know what brand of shampoo that was. I think I took a deep breath
and said, "It smells so good!" Then
I froze. I feel like I've never been so silly in my life.
Because it wasn't just a feeling, I actually inhaled it and said it out loud
. I was just thinking to myself, "How could this be? "
I didn't know how she would react.
I looked at her, waiting for her response.
Then I heard her speak, but I still couldn't hear
her clearly. She spoke very softly, almost breathlessly,
"Uncle, where are you so hot?" she said.
I felt hot too, oh yes, it was so hot there.
No, it was too hot. I looked down
and felt like my brain couldn't process this wave after wave
of bizarre situations and inexplicable facts.
I saw that, without me noticing,
my zipper was open and my penis was peeking out.
In this situation, my penis should... It should have felt cool
, but while the left side of her pleated skirt looked normal,
the right side completely covered my penis.
And the head of my penis was almost inside the white lace trim!
No wonder I didn't feel cool.
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This sight finally made me break down.
A surge of heat rushed upwards, my whole head started smoking, and a surge of heat rushed downwards, turning my penis into a huge one.
I didn't want to hold back anymore. What kind of joke was this? We'd already gone this far
; was I supposed to apologize now?!
At that moment,
she suddenly turned around and smiled at me.
"Uncle, you ambushed me!" she said
, her smile mischievous and smug, a triumphant air about her.
I said nothing, only fiercely kissing her small, soft, pink lips.
My left hand still blocked the view in other directions, while my right hand was already caressing her full E-cup breasts.
I could feel their surging firmness, exuding an expectant fragrance
. I unbuttoned the middle button and reached inside to play with her breasts.
They felt so good, so wet, so smooth. I gently pinched the nipple, wanting to suckle its sweetness.
One of her small hands gripped my left, while her other smooth hand was stroking my penis.
I felt like I was about to explode.
She was moving faster and faster,
and my hand moved from the top of her dress to the bottom
, soaking her entire lace.
Our lips parted ,
and I listened to her panting . I
licked her earlobe and cheek.
I was going to have sex with her
. I didn't say anything;
I just used one hand to pull aside the already soaking wet edge of her dress.
Then she turned back and said in a very soft, almost cat-like, whimpering voice,
"No, no," followed by two more panting sounds. These two sounds were like a fuse.
"I'll moan,"
I said, and I parted the edge and thrust in.
She held onto the wall with one hand and moaned with the other
, but she was still panting a little. The silence wasn't obvious when the train was moving, but when it stopped,
we maintained our position and stayed
still. When we were still, it felt like I was hugging her from behind, like a couple showing affection. When
the train started moving again, I lowered her body a little to make penetration easier.
After
three stops, we both ejaculated twice.
I ejaculated inside her directly, and she didn't say anything
, but I could feel she wanted more
. I also felt it wasn't enough.
The stimulating feeling brought us both to orgasm,
but it was a bit tiring . We
started to clean up quietly,
and then we hugged each other for the first time from the front.
I wrapped my arms around her slender waist, and
she was pressed against my chest.
We didn't speak.
After about another stop,
she started talking to me.
I didn't speak, just mumbled "uh-huh" and "ah-ah" because I didn't know how to respond to her thought process.
She said
it was her first time doing it on the MRT and it felt great, but it was a pity I didn't live in Taipei
, otherwise she might want to ride the MRT with me in the future
. Is this what they call "MRT friends"? She
said
she wasn't that kind of person; she only hung out with people she found attractive.
"Isn't that casual?"
she said.
She prefers older men; they're more comfortable, experienced, and less in a rush, knowing what I want. I think
she just made me super anxious = =
She said,
"Actually, I look exactly like her dad, but he's been dead for a long time, and I miss him terribly." I feel like
I'm dying = =
She said,
"I'm getting off the bus. "
I feel like I'm already dead.
I feel like a discarded actress,
played around with and then thrown away.
I said, "Can you tell me your name?"
"Will I ever see you again?"
She said, "Mature, uncle. We already have beautiful memories; why add more ingredients?"
She got off at Beitou,
with very light steps.
I started to space out. Spaced out
all the way to Danshui, and then continued to space out until my classmate called to ask where I was.
The sunset in Danshui is so beautiful~~~

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