Netizens share their real-life bus romance encounters.

I packed my bags for tomorrow, then took a hot shower, and even masturbated while showering.
Lately, for some reason, my libido has been incredibly high; I masturbate almost every day, and it's always very pleasurable. Especially today, I came up with a weird trick: I slathered a lot of soap on my genitals before masturbating. It felt
incredibly good, almost like getting an oil massage at a hair salon.

I'm 25 this year and still a virgin, so once a day isn't excessive, I often comfort myself with that thought; and Kinsey also said that once a day for a man isn't excessive.
Sigh, I can't think about it anymore. It's already midnight, and I have to go on a business trip to X city tomorrow. It's so damn annoying. I've been on so many business trips and I've never had a single romantic encounter. I'm afraid of getting caught if I go to a prostitute. But as the saying goes, "Don't gamble far away, don't go to prostitutes nearby." I've made up my mind; tomorrow I'm going to a hair salon to lose my virginity.
"Hurry up and get on the bus, it's to X city, there are still seats, 10 yuan."
I jumped on the bus, glanced around, and was immediately disappointed. No pretty girls. Sigh, why is it always like this?
The seats on the bus are arranged in two rows, side by side, so every time I take the bus, I hope to sit next to a pretty girl, but I've never succeeded. I reluctantly found a seat away from the window, because it would be inconvenient to get off if I sat by the window. The bus drove for about fifteen minutes, and I was already fast asleep; I didn't sleep well again last night.
I don't know how much time passed in this dizzy, disoriented state, when suddenly the bus braked, causing me to lurch forward and hit my head on the back of the seat in front of me. What happened? I rubbed my throbbing forehead, mentally cursing the driver's parents and his ancestors for eighteen generations.

"Come on, come on, come on, hurry up, 8 yuan."
Oh, so someone got on halfway. Just then, I saw the pretty girl who got on, the girl I'll never forget.
The temperature was quite high today, around 36 degrees Celsius, so this girl wasn't wearing much, but not too little either. Anyway, you could see everything you were supposed to see, and you couldn't see anything you weren't supposed to see. She was wearing a black low-cut halter dress, and a rather tight one at that, her cleavage was faintly visible. However, her looks were just average, nothing special. Her breasts were the kind I liked, not very big but very firm.
She was walking towards my seat, so I moved my legs out a little, gesturing for her to sit by the window. She walked over to me, looked around, and it seemed there weren't many good seats left. After all, I looked quite refined, unlike the other seats which were occupied by people who either looked like migrant workers or were very old. So she tried to sit inside me, and I moved my legs out a little further.

It was strange; normally, people try to get in by facing away from those sitting outside, but she was squeezing in facing me. This meant she had to put her hands on the back of my chair to get in, and her back was bent slightly, which brought her breasts very close to my face, almost brushing against the tip of my nose.
Perhaps because I was a virgin, her touch caused my penis to instantly become erect, forming a small tent. However, I reacted quickly, using my briefcase to cover it, and glancing up at her. She actually gave me a barely perceptible smile.

She finally sat down, and I finally felt much better; the erection wasn't as uncomfortable as before. The car started moving, but not very fast, because the road conditions were bad and quite bumpy. It would be fine after the next tunnel. But I was in trouble. With the car bobbing up and down, I was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and the girl was wearing a tank top. Her bare arms were rubbing against me with the car's movements, and sometimes when the car swayed from side to side, I almost hugged her, which was very uncomfortable for my genitals. Thankfully, we were about to enter the tunnel, where the road would be much easier.
I endured it for another three minutes, then everything went black. I breathed a sigh of relief; finally, we were in the tunnel! Now I could use my hand to adjust the position of my penis to relieve the discomfort. I carefully checked on the girl next to me, and once I felt safe, I carefully and gently manipulated my penis. I let out a long breath; it felt so much better.
Suddenly, an idea struck me: it's so dark here, no one will know if I take it out! Without hesitation, I very carefully unzipped my pants and, with a little skill, pulled it out. Then I leaned back, hands behind my head—ah, so comfortable and cool!

Just then, the girl next to me seemed to stir, which startled me. No way, she couldn't see me. Then, something unexpected happened: someone lit a cigarette. The flame was brief, but I quickly looked around. No one seemed to notice me, and the girl next to me seemed to be asleep, leaning back in her chair. I let out a long breath, but I didn't put it in yet. I felt a little excited; I wondered if this was a symptom of exhibitionism?

Then the girl moved again, this time more dramatically. She brought her lips close to my ear, her breasts pressed against my arm, and said six words: "Let's play." As soon as she finished speaking, her slender hands moved over, gently stroking my penis, and even using her long nails to play with the bulging veins on it. I felt like I wasn't in a car anymore, but on an airplane, and I was truly experiencing the blissful feeling of floating on air.

At this point, I didn't hold back anymore. I wrapped my right arm around her back and hugged her, while my left hand caressed her soft breasts. Slowly, I felt her breathing become rapid, and she began to let out soft moans. Afraid of being heard, I immediately covered her lips with mine. She cooperated perfectly; the moment I kissed her, her tongue darted into my mouth like a little snake. Our tongues intertwined, giving me an unprecedented pleasure.
The feeling grew stronger, and we involuntarily increased our pace. I whispered in her ear, "I can't take it anymore, I'm about to cum." After saying that, she suddenly sped up. Half a minute later, I finally couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. As I ejaculated, her hands gripped my arms tightly, her muscles tensed, and I fully enjoyed the pleasure it brought me.
After a while, we finally deflated like punctured balloons, limply embracing each other and continuing to kiss.

"We're almost out of the tunnel," I reminded her. Hearing this, she slowly stood up, and her sticky penis slid out of her vagina. I quickly took a pack of tissues from my bag and handed it to her, then took some to wipe my penis clean. Afterward, I straightened my clothes and sat down, pretending nothing had happened.
A blinding ray of sunlight shone through, and the car emerged from the tunnel. We exchanged a glance, smiled at each other, and then remained silent.

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