Enjoyment on the bus

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The new school year has begun. During the summer vacation, I spent almost every day traveling by bus, enjoying myself immensely, which improved my mood considerably. I heard there were many pretty female freshmen, so as soon as I let go of a woman's backside and got off the bus, I hurried towards the school. A freshman-looking girl was squatting there picking something up; apparently, a plastic bag had broken and the contents had spilled out. Because she was squatting, her clothes and skirt were slightly out of shape, revealing her smooth, white waist and a glimpse of her underwear. I never miss these kinds of sights. But standing there doing nothing was obviously not an option. I went over to help her pick up her things. She was average-looking, not particularly beautiful, far less attractive than my ex-girlfriends, but her face was even whiter than her waist, and she seemed like a lively and cute girl.
"Thank you, senior," she said sweetly.
"Are you a local?" From her accent and the minimal luggage she was carrying, I guessed she was from the city.
"Yes, you are too, right?"
"Yes. My home is in ***." I tried to strike up a conversation.
"Oh. My home is in **." We chatted as we walked.
"Did you come by bus or bike?" I asked tentatively.
"I took bus number **." It turned out her house was much closer than mine, so she didn't need to transfer, but the bus she took was the one I always had to take to go home and to school.
"Maybe I even touched her butt," I thought to myself.
I walked her to the girls' dormitory, and we exchanged dorm numbers. I realized I was starting to like this girl; she wasn't particularly pretty, but she was cute.
A week later, on the weekend, I was about to take the bus home when I saw that girl with a bag walking towards the school gate. She must be taking the bus home! I quickly caught up with her, sneaking behind her, hoping to create a chance encounter on the bus. She didn't notice me; the bus wasn't crowded. She got on first, and I was the last to board, pretending to look for a spot to stand.
"Hello, what a coincidence, are you going home too?"
She saw me first, and we started chatting, mostly about how it felt to be a freshman, and other such things. I had already habitually moved closer to a seated woman, subtly touching her shoulder with my penis. From this angle, my junior sister couldn't see.
The bus got crowded at each stop. I knew what would happen near my junior sister's buttocks, because the male passengers who had just boarded would probably "accidentally" touch her when they saw her fair skin and petite bottom. I deliberately looked away, but kept an eye on my junior sister out of the corner of my eye. She continued chatting and laughing with me, and even when a man clearly pressed his hip against her buttocks, she didn't try to move away at all. Hehe, my junior sister knows how to enjoy life. I chuckled to myself. But I was also conflicted. While pressing my slightly erect penis against the seated woman's shoulder, I thought, this junior sister is cute, I should pursue her. The bus became increasingly crowded. My junior colleague and I were squeezed together, her breasts touching my arm.
She was embarrassed and tried to push back to avoid the contact, but instead of getting away, she was pressed even closer to the man behind her. I noticed that the man had subtly turned around to face my junior colleague's back, and given the crowded conditions, I deduced he was erect and pressing his penis against her buttocks!
This created a bizarre chain of sexual harassment—my lower body was against a seated woman's shoulder, my arm against my junior colleague's chest, and another man pressing against her buttocks. My junior colleague was incredibly embarrassed, her face flushed. But I believed her embarrassment wasn't because of the man pressing against her, but because her breasts were pressed against my arm. I tried to look away to avoid making her feel too uncomfortable. The man, almost entirely pressed against her back, had a barely perceptible smug look on his face. I felt a pang of jealousy but couldn't express it. I could only let it be.
This stimulating situation further aroused my penis. My junior sister's breasts weren't big, but they were really firm! Both my junior sister and I blushed and looked away, not daring to speak. The woman sitting beneath me seemed to be enjoying the sensation my penis was giving her. She subtly moved her arms to rub her lower body… Finally, the bus thinned out a bit. It was time for her to get off. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Goodbye!"
"Goodbye!"
We said goodbye awkwardly. I didn't dare turn around because my pants were bulging high, and the man behind my junior sister quickly turned away after she left, his back slightly bent. He must have been bulging high too, afraid of being seen.
After reversing, I saw a girl whose figure and clothing were somewhat similar to my junior sister's. I decided to thrust into her from behind. She cooperated with me as obediently as my junior sister had with that man. I felt both excited and angry. The thought of that man pressing his erect penis against my cute junior sister's tender buttocks made me incredibly jealous! That man must have been pressing against my junior sister like I was now! Forget it, out of sight, out of mind.
Everyone needs to enjoy themselves, including my junior sister. It's her right to enjoy being sexually harassed on the bus. I'll try to make her enjoy my body in the near future! Thinking about it, I got incredibly excited again. It's a pity that my older sister is about to give birth and can't have sex with me. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and I thrust even harder at the girl in front of me. That girl really knew how to enjoy herself; she didn't turn around even once, nor did she dodge.
Soon after, my junior sister and I really fell in love. Unlike my previous girlfriends, my junior sister was very conservative. She wouldn't let me touch her butt or breasts, and even her first kiss was a long time away. Usually, we would just hold hands in quiet places. In her opinion, even hugging in the movie theater was too much. My older sister had successfully given birth to a son, but she couldn't have sex with me yet; she needed to recover for a while.
For me, touching women wasn't a problem; I could touch different women if I wanted to. As for having sex with women, that wouldn't be a problem once my older sister recovered. On the contrary, my junior sister's reserve and conservatism brought me an unexpected love experience. So innocent, so beautiful, so alluring… and I knew that both my junior sister and I could satisfy our sexual desires on the bus. I wasn't in a hurry to touch her. I wasn't short of people to touch, and she wasn't short of people to touch. I wanted to wait for our love to develop slowly and enjoy the beautiful feeling along the way.
My junior sister was the purest girl I had ever met. When we squeezed onto the bus together, I never paid special attention to her actions. And she almost always got the sexual harassment she wanted. She was often touched by different strange men, which made her more and more shy and charming, more and more beautiful. And because she released her sexual needs on the bus, she was very pure in her daily life. She
rarely spoke to boys, almost to the point of not touching them, and even if they did it on purpose for me, I didn't care. Unlike those girls who didn't usually have the chance to ride the bus, who always liked to mingle with boys, flirt with them, and touch them inappropriately. And my junior sister was so innocent… I would never reveal her beautiful secret…
My family finally moved into an apartment building, and my bus route changed. Although it was still far from school, it wasn't on my junior sister's route anymore. That was fine; my girlfriend—my junior sister—could now enjoy sexual harassment alone without worry. I didn't have to worry about her seeing me touching other women.
A few months later, my junior sister and I finally had a passionate embrace and kiss in the woods, touching every place we wanted to touch. At school, we were practically inseparable except for classes and sleeping. During that time, I didn't have a chance to mess around with my older sister except on Sundays, and I also took fewer buses, neglecting the butts of many sisters and aunties…
One Tuesday, we had planned to go to the library to study together, but she suddenly came and said her father was sick and she had to go home. I asked if I wanted to go with her, but she said no (her family didn't know she was in a relationship) and left in a hurry. Haha, I had to seize this rare opportunity to go out and take the bus.
I jogged back to my dorm to put my books down, thinking, "Sisters, aunties, grandmas, don't worry, I'm coming, I'm coming right away..."
I ran to the bus stop and found a double-row seat bus that looked like it still had seats available, thinking I'd have a chance to do it today.
Maybe another woman would sit on my arm.
I found a seat on the side away from the window. A little while later, a woman who looked to be about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old got on. Actually, there were still many empty double-row seats, but she insisted on sitting next to me. Seeing an opportunity, I moved aside to let her in, and then touched her buttocks. At first, our thighs were right next to each other. Oh no! I should have used a bag or something to cover it up! How am I supposed to touch her thighs and buttocks now? Just as I was getting anxious, the woman placed her bag on our laps. Great! She's teachable! I understood, and discreetly placed my hand under the bag, first tentatively touching her thigh, then slowly caressing it. She quietly looked out the window… After a while, she leaned back on the seat in front of her, pretending to doze off. Haha, I chuckled to myself, what a genius! I won't hold back.
I hope we have a pleasant collaboration! I slowly slid my hand down her waist and placed it behind her buttocks. She lifted her buttocks little by little, and I slowly slipped my hand inside. She quickly sat up, her buttocks pressing against my hand. Perhaps she was afraid it would be too stimulating and didn't dare let me touch her genitals. It's okay, it's already incredibly pleasurable. I quietly moved my fingers, while she looked out the window…
"Beep beep beep…"
The phone in the bag on our laps rang. She took out her phone, looked at the caller ID, and her expression was a little flustered.
The following detail is very interesting; I still remember it clearly: while answering the phone, she lifted her buttocks, grabbed my hand that was being pressed down with her other hand, pulled it out, and even made a gentle shooing motion. I tactfully withdrew my hand, finding it amusing. I remembered the slight shooing motion my older sister would make when she answered her husband's phone call, removing my hand or penis from hers.
Haha, the woman sitting next to me was really interesting. I could tell it was her husband calling, and I wasn't having an affair with her; the whole sexual harassment was an unspoken understanding. Her "shooing" made it seem like I'd arranged to have an affair with her. Haha, the more I thought about it, the more amusing it became. She got up to get off the bus, and I bowed to let her pass, taking the opportunity to give her a hard pat on the buttocks, as compensation for not having her hand on mine the whole time.
Back at school, I went to my junior's dorm to ask if she was back. She wasn't there yet, probably not coming back that night.
I was disappointed because I wanted to release the urge by kissing her after that exciting harassment. Unfortunately, I could only masturbate back home.
Finally, graduation came. I was two years ahead of my junior; she was a junior, and we'd been dating for almost two years. She insisted on not letting me sleep with her. We had decided to get married as soon as she graduated, and she said she wanted to save her virginity for our wedding night. I also decided to marry her, but the thought of losing my freedom after marriage made me think I should take advantage of these two years of "time difference" to enjoy my freedom in sex, especially the sexual harassment on the bus. I originally wanted to find a job far from home so I could commute every day, but things didn't go as planned. The job I ended up finding was only three stops away from my home, and my grandfather said I should just ride my bicycle to work. I insisted on taking the bus. And the brief moments of sexual harassment each day felt even more precious.
By then, the two-day weekend had already been implemented.
I would spend one day with my girlfriend and one day with my older sister every weekend. If my brother-in-law was home, I would spend both days with my girlfriend. My older sister already knew I had a girlfriend by then. I hadn't told her before because I was afraid she would be unhappy.
But it seems she wasn't; instead, she told me to cherish my relationship. My older sister was really good to me. Since she got married, she had maintained an incestuous relationship with me for many years, and she was very attentive, teaching me various techniques and how to always use condoms.
So, in the four years since I first had sexual experience (she got married during my freshman year of college on National Day), I had never slept with any woman without a condom. The following two weekends were the happiest two years of my life. My girlfriend and I only saw each other once a week; absence makes the heart grow fonder, and the sweet love and anticipation of marriage made us exceptionally happy. Because we saw each other so infrequently, we almost never argued. On the days we couldn't see each other, my girlfriend and I would relieve our longing through sexual harassment on the bus…
When my brother-in-law was away on business or very busy with work, I could have casual sex with my older sister. My nephew was two years old; although he was quite naughty, he couldn't miss his afternoon nap. And whenever the little guy slept soundly, my older sister and I would have a passionate encounter in the living room, sharing our pleasure. The most enjoyable part of each weekend was undoubtedly having to ride so many buses back and forth. And in those two years, my experience and skills in sexual harassment had greatly improved.
The two happy years passed quickly, and on National Day, I was going to marry my junior classmate. My nephew had also started kindergarten. My parents work in another city year-round and can't help with the wedding arrangements; they can only come back to attend. My eldest sister has been a great help. My brother-in-law will be coming back from out of town for my wedding on September 28th. I spent the night of the 27th at my eldest sister's house. My nephew went to bed early.
After my eldest sister and I enjoyed my last sleepless night before the wedding, she said to me, "We can't visit each other as frequently as before. You have your own life now, so cherish it. Remember, everything you have is hard-earned. Don't worry, I'll always be your good older sister. You should come again when you have the chance, but not as often as these past few years. Your nephew is growing up..."
I licked my eldest sister's lips and said, "I understand, eldest sister. I'll always be your good younger brother."
I wanted to have sex with my eldest sister again, but she refused.
"You'll be consummating your marriage in a few days, so take care of yourself these next few days. Treat her well, she's a good girl."
I lay quietly in my older sister's arms, nestled against her breasts like a mother would, and fell asleep without realizing it.
The next morning, I rushed back to decorate the new house. My parents had taken my grandfather to live in another city, leaving the house for my wedding. On the bus, the thought of my "wedding night" in a few days made my penis involuntarily erect again. Although I had six years of sexual experience, the "wedding night" was still the most wonderful moment in life, especially since I had never been with a virgin before, while my junior sister was! The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, pressing my lower body against the buttocks of the girl in front of me, who quietly enjoyed it. As I thrust, I imagined the beautiful scene of the "wedding night."
On our wedding day, October 1st, although there weren't many relatives and friends, several men from my brother-in-law's workplace went too far. They groped my "Xiaoqin" (my junior colleague has become my wife, so my address has to change) in the groping. Especially in the evening, after my colleagues and classmates had tactfully left, they still insisted on playing pranks in the bridal chamber, taking the opportunity to touch Xiaoqin. Several men even lifted Xiaoqin and threw her onto the bed, their hands groping her buttocks, waist, and breasts. When they made Xiaoqin and me bite apples, they also maliciously pushed Xiaoqin's waist from behind.
Fortunately, my brother-in-law intervened, and they eventually dispersed. Xiaoqin sat on the edge of the bed, silent. Actually, I've been involved in sexual harassment for so many years, I've long since become indifferent. She's been touched by countless men, so a few more wouldn't matter.
But this kind of thing happening in front of many acquaintances is still very uncomfortable. I comforted Xiaoqin, saying that wedding pranks are like that, they're all very excessive. I heard that in my hometown in the countryside, they go even further, making the bride kiss a guest if the groom can't answer a question. Xiaoqin buried her head in my arms and sobbed. I knew that although she, like me, enjoyed being sexually harassed on the bus, her tears were genuine, after all, she had just been groped in front of many acquaintances. I comforted her for a while before she stopped crying.
The sight of her virgin blood made me feel like a real man, a man with a family. Although I knew I would still marry Xiaoqin even if she weren't a virgin, her being a virgin swelled my male possessiveness to an unprecedented degree.
Moreover, although my incestuous relationship with my older sister had lasted for six years, and I had also slept with my girlfriend, my wedding night was the first time my penis had touched a woman's genitals without a condom, and I had touched a real hymen.
To some extent, I was still a semi-virgin before our wedding night (shameless, haha). Shortly after our honeymoon, I started looking for every opportunity to ride the bus again. Xiaoqin's workplace was quite far, requiring a long bus ride, so she could enjoy it every day.
I worked at the same place, just three bus stops away. But I always tried to take as many buses as possible, to touch as many women as possible.
It's been four years since we got married. After marriage, I had fewer and fewer opportunities to ride the bus, and because of a stable, high-quality sex life, coupled with my incestuous relationship with my older sister, and having cheated on my wife with other women, my desire to ride the bus wasn't as strong as before. But I cherished every opportunity to ride the bus even more.
I remember about six months after our marriage, I had a chance to ride the bus for a relatively long time. I set my sights on a girl who was average-looking but had a full bottom, wearing a long green dress. After testing the waters and seeing no problems, I slowly thrust my lower body into her. The road that day was bad, very bumpy. But this only intensified the stimulation between us, and I would naturally thrust very hard from time to time.
That day, the thrusting lasted a long time, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. The girl was very cooperative. Gradually, she seemed no longer satisfied with simply swaying her hips gently to accommodate my harassment. I felt her movements intensify. Because the car was bumpy, outsiders couldn't see our actions, but we could clearly feel the mutual stimulation. And because the car was swaying so violently, the girl grew bolder, starting to press her buttocks against my penis and rhythmically swaying back and forth.
Although I'd encountered many cooperative girls, this was the first time I'd seen one sway rhythmically and significantly.
The uneven road gave both of us courage. I happily enjoyed this rare and intense stimulation. The girl seemed very aroused, and her frequency gradually increased (I've indeed rarely seen such a bold and enjoyable girl). I panicked a little, as her swaying rhythm was getting faster and faster, no longer in sync with the car's swaying. I was afraid others would notice, so I stopped swaying. But this only made it more exciting. We now looked more like we were having sex from behind, with our pants and skirts between us. The girl swayed more and more violently, then suddenly slowed down and quickly stopped, pressing herself tightly against me. I thought she had reached orgasm, and unfortunately, even after ten years of engaging in bus sexual harassment, I've never ejaculated on a bus, and that time was no exception, although it felt incredibly exciting.
The girl stayed close to me for about a minute before moving to another spot. The bus wasn't too crowded anymore, and I didn't dare follow her, afraid of attracting attention or that she wouldn't want me anymore after her orgasm. So I got off the bus. When I got home, my wife had already returned from her parents' house, and dinner was ready, waiting for me. I wanted to pounce on my wife right then and there to release the excitement from the bus ride, but I knew she was also a seasoned bus harasser, and I was afraid she would notice something, so I suppressed my desire. It wasn't until evening that I finally used the same position I'd used on the bus during the day, imagining the incredibly exciting scene, and had sex with my wife, Xiaoqin.
Although I've had far fewer opportunities to ride buses since we got married. But each stimulation felt more intense and precious, and my sexuality had begun to rely on bus sexual harassment in a psychological way. Whether I was sleeping with my wife, my older sister, or other women, I would imagine some of my real experiences on the bus, especially the most exciting ones, which I would savor for a long time.
Two years ago, there was an unexpected stimulation that I found unbelievable and unforgettable, although the stimulation lasted less than a second. I had never dared to dream of kissing a strange woman on the lips on a bus; the most I'd ever do was touch her bare thigh, and everything else was through her pants or skirt. It was a morning in early summer. My wife had gone to her parents' house, and I had nothing to do, so of course I wanted to take the bus. I found a very crowded bus and squeezed on. The back door of the bus was broken and couldn't be opened, so people were getting on and off through the front door, and the order was very chaotic.
I naturally pushed the waist of the woman in front of me and followed the crowded people to get on and search for a target. At the same time, in the line of people squeezing off the bus, there was a plump girl, of average appearance, who was pushing her way towards me. Normally, in this situation, I'd at most touch her breasts or her hips, and then maybe her buttocks after she passed me. But the situation was just too crowded; I couldn't sneak up on her. Then, something completely unexpected happened! The girl was pushed very close to me, and suddenly she kissed me on the lips.
I was stunned! My mind went completely blank! I stood there, unable to move. The people behind me urged me to move forward to snap me out of it. I looked back at the girl who had been pushed to the doorway; she turned back, smiled at me, and walked away. My head was buzzing… I can't even remember my expression at that moment; I just didn't want to do anything. I rode for one stop and then ran home. The first thing I did was repeatedly wash my lips with soap until I thought they were completely clean. I lay weakly on the bed, starting to think about that unbelievable moment:
First, the girl didn't seem like a prostitute; she seemed more like a slut like me, looking for thrills on the bus. But such audacious behavior was simply outrageous! I suspect someone must have seen that moment, and since that place is so close to my home, could someone I know have seen it? Also, I started reflecting on my years of supposedly experienced and skillful experiences with sexual harassment on buses. After all these years, it seems I've finally reached an objective level.
My harassment skills are at best amateur level, but today I encountered a professional – I was harassed by a woman's lips! While I enjoy being harassed like this, as both parties benefit, I also clearly understand that such opportunities are extremely rare! Such professional experts, especially female experts, are incredibly rare! The chances of me encountering this situation again in my lifetime are slim. And I myself absolutely do not have the courage to kiss a woman on the bus.
Recalling those soft lips, that unbelievable moment, I couldn't help but reach into my underwear, rubbing my hands together, thinking about that night. I dared not kiss my wife, much less perform oral sex on her; I only silently made love to her, yet my heart was in turmoil, unable to find peace. I was afraid that if my lips weren't clean, it might implicate my wife… During that time, I often drank baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor) to disinfect my lips. It wasn't that I was afraid of having any problems myself.
If possible, I'd be happy to have someone steal kisses me every day. I was afraid of something unclean. After a long time, at my wife's insistence, we resumed kissing and oral sex… I hope she won't suspect anything? I just said I had a toothache…
We haven't had children yet, so we can enjoy sex for longer periods, and I'm happy not to have to spend time taking care of children and thus delaying my commute. Last month, it was exactly ten years since I first sexually harassed someone on the bus. I roughly estimate that I've harassed nearly two thousand women. I'm writing this to commemorate it (I especially thank that auntie from ten years ago, my mentor in sexually harassing women on the bus).
In the future, as the burden of having children increases, I may have fewer opportunities to take the bus, but I won't give up. Whenever I have the chance, I'll take the bus to enjoy this family bliss with older women, aunties, and grandmas. It is hoped that after reading this article, sexually active individuals will frequently exchange their experiences of sexual harassment on public buses, continuously improve their skills and knowledge, and make better use of this wonderful sexual resource! To reiterate, all descriptions of sexual harassment on public buses in this article are absolutely true.

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