Bus Adventure

Having read many articles online about touching or even having sex with women on public transport, I think most of them are
untrue . Having sex on a bus, especially a public bus, is simply impossible. Imagine if you were a
man of average height—unless your penis was only a short distance above your knee—how could you penetrate? Furthermore,
how could you penetrate if the woman didn't bend over? And how could it be possible if the woman bent over and no one could see? I

myself have touched women on public transport, but I've never done what those people do, and it's impossible for me to even penetrate a woman's
vagina.

I'd like to share my experience of touching women on public transport. It happened on a train returning from
a business trip , accompanied by a leader from my workplace. When I
got off the luggage rack, I noticed a very beautiful woman sitting opposite me. After talking to her, I learned she
was getting off at a station in Jiangxi, was 25 years old, and unmarried. She was accompanied by one of her colleagues, also very beautiful, but not
sitting in our section.

She was very outgoing and loved to talk. We chatted a lot along the way (of course, I'm also quite handsome; I was an amateur middle-distance runner
in my youth ). Even after everyone else had gone to sleep, we talked for a long time… Then she said she
wanted to sleep, and I was also a little sleepy, so we lay face to face on the table, our legs
naturally touching. I hadn't intended to bother her, but for some reason, I suddenly wanted to tease her and
see her reaction.

So I slowly started to press my legs together, gently rubbing them against hers (it was summer, and she was wearing thin
pants ). At first, her legs were weak, and when I pressed against them, they would fall to one side in the direction of my pressure.
But soon she reacted, her legs began to respond forcefully… And so, our legs were
subtly responding to each other under the table… To outsiders, we seemed normal, but we were both very excited inside
. This feeling was no less intense than actual intercourse.

After a while, I straightened up and decided to stretch my legs out. She didn't look up, but when she understood my intention,
she obediently made room for me. I placed my foot next to her thigh, and she covered it with her bag
(pretending it was unintentional). My toes began to burrow under her thigh,
wriggling as they went… She kept her thigh pressed tightly together, preventing my intrusion.

After a while, she suddenly and quickly lifted her thigh, placing my foot under her buttocks. My
toes were now facing her vulva, and I began to rub her vulva… Even through her pants, I could
feel the softness and wetness of her vulva. I wriggled… She also subtly thrust downwards… I secretly
glanced at her friend in another unit and saw her looking at us in surprise. I thought she must have noticed
our unusual behavior; perhaps my expression was a little strange, and her leg position was also a bit abnormal…

I dared not continue, even though she hadn't noticed anything (she was still lying on the table). I pulled my foot out and
walked towards the junction of the carriage, trying to calm my agitated emotions. But before I finished my cigarette, she followed me
out and stood almost face to face with me. It was the middle of the night, and we were the only two in the train car's connecting area.
She boldly looked at me, her beautiful eyes conveying a clear message. I hugged her, we
were both panting, and my hand swiftly slipped into her pants. Before she could react, my fingers were
inside her vagina, moving in and out... moving in and out... She went limp, her face burning hot... I quickly
ejaculated into my pants. I released her, but I'll never forget
the resentful look in her eyes as we separated.

Back in the car, she pulled out a shirt from somewhere and draped it over her legs. Of course, my feet
were back on her private parts, moving even more freely and intensely than before...

This was my first sexual encounter with a stranger on a train. Although we didn't exchange
a single word , it was more exciting than actual sex. I loved this feeling, this unspoken understanding; it was
wonderful.

Ten years have passed, and I've been with many women, but that non-sexual encounter remains unforgettable.

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