Playing with female college students on long-distance buses

This happened last November. I was working in Hefei, and my girlfriend was working in another city nearby (I won't mention the specific city to protect her privacy, please understand). That weekend, I planned to take a long-distance bus to that city to visit her. Because there were a lot of people on the bus that day, everyone had to take their assigned seats. I had bought a ticket for the 5 PM departure.

I boarded the bus with ten minutes to spare. My seat was in the last row, near the aisle, and the window seat next to me was empty. Just before departure, the passenger next to me got on. It was a girl, who looked like an art student. She was carrying a drawing board, about 1.65 meters tall, with a fuller figure. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but her features were quite regular and she wasn't unattractive. Her clothes were rather simple: a green jacket that looked to be of average quality, and tight jeans that accentuated her curves and made her legs appear longer. She wore white sneakers of some unknown brand—a typical student outfit.

Soon after, the bus departed and quickly left Hefei city, entering the highway. I idly played on my phone. Before long, it got dark, and the bus was quite dimly lit without the lights on. The bus was moving quietly, and we still had more than three hours to go before reaching our destination. I glanced around at the other passengers; most were leaning back in their seats, eyes closed, resting—a harmonious scene. I wasn't in the mood to sleep either. I glanced at the girl next to me; she was probably tired, her arms crossed over her chest, her head resting against the back of her seat, fast asleep.

The bus I was on was rather old, with very little space between the seats. I'm quite tall, and if I stretched my legs out, they would hit the seat in front of me, which was very uncomfortable. I had to spread my legs slightly to increase legroom. So, without realizing it, my thigh, which was near the window, ended up pressed against the leg of the girl sitting next to me. A sudden thought struck me; I wondered if something could happen. I glanced at the girl next to me; she seemed to be fast asleep, unresponsive. I decided to try again, pretending to be asleep as well, and gradually pressed my thigh against hers. After a while, the girl probably noticed and moved her leg away slightly.

I continued to pretend not to notice, and slowly moved my leg away as well, until it was pressed against her thigh again. Her drawing board was on the other side of her legs, and there was no room to move it any further. I continued to press my leg tightly against hers, while secretly glancing at her. She didn't open her eyes and remained asleep in the same position. My leg was pressed very firmly against hers; it was impossible for her not to feel anything. Perhaps she accepted my actions, letting me press my thigh against her long leg without any further reaction.

Seeing this, I certainly wasn't content with just touching her leg, so I pretended to close my eyes and rest, crossing my arms over my chest and occasionally touching her arm with my elbow. After a while, I pressed my elbow directly against her arm and wouldn't leave, watching her reaction. This time, she didn't try to avoid me, letting my arm press against hers. She still didn't open her eyes, but I could feel her chest heaving slightly. I continued, slowly moving my arm down to her leg, then gently placing my fingers on her thigh and pressing down on it. She still didn't react.

I gradually increased the pressure, pressing her thigh several more times. Finally, she reacted, quickly lowering her arms from her chest to the spot where I had pressed her thigh, continuing to "sleep."
I was slightly startled but quickly calmed down, placing my hand on my thigh as well, my fingers reaching out to touch the back of her hand on my leg. Finally, our skin made its first contact, albeit only a tiny touch of fingertips. It excited me; I thought this girl might very well become my "romantic encounter" on the long-distance bus.

She didn't flinch at the first touch. I continued to touch her hand with my fingers, and after a few touches, I placed my little finger on the back of her hand and didn't pull away, observing her reaction. She remained "asleep," as usual, not pulling away, letting my fingers touch her hand. Even with no "response," I became even more determined to continue. Gradually, I placed two fingers, then three, on her hand, put my thumb on the edge of her hand, and gently squeezed her little hand with my fingers. She reacted, but instead of pulling her hand away, she opened her half-clenched hand even wider. I was thrilled, swallowed hard, and squeezed her little hand with my fingers, not letting go.

Then, I opened my whole palm, gently moved it forward, placed it on her little hand, and slowly held it.
Her skin was very soft and smooth, and her hand was quite small, making it very comfortable to touch. I gripped her little hand firmly in my palm. This time she reacted, slightly straining her arm as if trying to pull her hand out of my palm, but how could I let her "escape"? I held her hand tightly. She struggled a few times, but seeing it was futile, she stopped "resisting" as I kneaded and squeezed her, still not opening her eyes and continuing to sleep.
Seeing this, I knew things were going to work out today. Looking around, it was dark; everyone was asleep, the car was driving smoothly, and no one seemed to notice what was happening. Completely relieved, I abandoned my earlier gentleness and reached out to grab her other hand, pulling both her hands closer to me and holding them in my palm. She knew this and continued to do as I pleased.
I lifted her hands with one hand, while the other hand kneaded and stroked her thigh, then I reached between her legs and pressed down forcefully.

She seemed to be aroused; her legs suddenly clamped together, and she opened her eyes to look at me. Seeing me staring at her, she turned her head away shyly, her full breasts heaving even more violently. I was greatly aroused. I forcefully pulled her up from the chair, reached behind her, and pulled her into my arms, her head resting on my shoulder. I inhaled the faint fragrance of her hair, held her soft, warm body in my arms, and my penis unconsciously hardened.

I never imagined I could actually have such a blessing in real life; I had to enjoy it to the fullest. I forcefully moved my hand between her legs again. She instinctively tried to grab my hand, but I used my other hand to lift her clothes and slip my hand inside, pressing it directly against her full breasts. She tried to break free from my embrace again, but fearing she would cry out from the stimulation, I didn't go any further. I simply placed my hand on her high, firm breasts, holding her tightly in my arms.

After a while, she gradually calmed down and stopped struggling. Only then did I dare to play with her breasts, feeling their elasticity. Her chest heaved more and more violently, and I couldn't resist the stimulation either. I lowered my head and kissed her face. She didn't resist, letting me kiss her smooth, tender cheek at will. I quickened my pace, pulling her clothes tucked into her waistband and slipping my hand inside her bra, caressing her smooth, soft skin until I touched her bra. I pulled her breasts out of the bra and grabbed and kneaded them.

This time it went smoothly, and stimulated by me, she turned her face, which had been passively turned to the side as I kissed her, towards me. I continued to grab her breasts while kissing her lips. Soon, unable to withstand the stimulation, her tightly closed mouth opened, and I slipped my tongue inside. This time, she no longer hesitated and actively responded with her own tongue. I exclaimed with pleasure, and we continued kissing and touching her breasts for about five minutes before finally separating.

After that, she seemed to get used to me and relaxed, leaning against me without moving, letting my hands freely fondle her breasts. Several times I tried to unbuckle her belt to touch her genitals, but she held onto my hand firmly, refusing to let go. Seeing this, I gave up, thinking that this outcome was already a blessing. I continued to fondle her breasts for a long time until the bus entered the city. The streetlights illuminated the bus brightly, and the sleeping passengers gradually woke up. I pulled my hand out of her bra and continued to let her lean against me until the final stop. We then got off the bus and went our separate ways.

I think if I hadn't been visiting my girlfriend and time hadn't been an obstacle, it wouldn't have been impossible for me to take her to a hotel. My biggest regret is not getting her contact information. Afterwards, I took that long-distance bus a few more times, but I never had that kind of luck again. Even now, thinking back to that encounter on the bus still makes me excitedly reminisce for a long time.

This happened last November. I was working in Hefei, and my girlfriend was working in another nearby city (I won't mention the specific city to protect her privacy). That weekend, I planned to take a long-distance bus to that city to visit my girlfriend. Because there were so many people on the bus that day, everyone had to sit in their assigned seats. I bought a ticket for 5 PM.

I boarded the bus with ten minutes to spare. My seat was in the last row, near the aisle, and the window seat next to me was empty. Just before departure, the passenger next to me got on. It was a girl, who looked like an art student. She was carrying a drawing board, about 1.65 meters tall, with a fuller figure. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but her features were quite regular and she wasn't unattractive. Her clothes were rather simple: a green jacket that looked to be of average quality, and tight jeans that accentuated her curves and made her legs appear longer. She wore white sneakers of some unknown brand—a typical student outfit.

Soon after, the bus departed and quickly left Hefei city, entering the highway. I idly played on my phone. Before long, it got dark, and the bus was quite dimly lit without the lights on. The bus was moving quietly, and we still had more than three hours to go before reaching our destination. I glanced around at the other passengers; most were leaning back in their seats, eyes closed, resting—a harmonious scene. I wasn't in the mood to sleep either. I glanced at the girl next to me; she was probably tired, her arms crossed over her chest, her head resting against the back of her seat, fast asleep.

The bus I was on was rather old, with very little space between the seats. I'm quite tall, and if I stretched my legs out, they would hit the seat in front of me, which was very uncomfortable. I had to spread my legs slightly to increase legroom. So, without realizing it, my thigh, which was near the window, ended up pressed against the leg of the girl sitting next to me. A sudden thought struck me; I wondered if something could happen. I glanced at the girl next to me; she seemed to be fast asleep, unresponsive. I decided to try again, pretending to be asleep as well, and gradually pressed my thigh against hers. After a while, the girl probably noticed and moved her leg away slightly.

I continued to pretend not to notice, and slowly moved my leg away as well, until it was pressed against her thigh again. Her drawing board was on the other side of her legs, and there was no room to move it any further. I continued to press my leg tightly against hers, while secretly glancing at her. She didn't open her eyes and remained asleep in the same position. My leg was pressed very firmly against hers; it was impossible for her not to feel anything. Perhaps she accepted my actions, letting me press my thigh against her long leg without any further reaction.

Seeing this, I certainly wasn't content with just touching her leg, so I pretended to close my eyes and rest, crossing my arms over my chest and occasionally touching her arm with my elbow. After a while, I pressed my elbow directly against her arm and wouldn't leave, watching her reaction. This time, she didn't try to avoid me, letting my arm press against hers. She still didn't open her eyes, but I could feel her chest heaving slightly. I continued, slowly moving my arm down to her leg, then gently placing my fingers on her thigh and pressing down on it. She still didn't react.

I gradually increased the pressure, pressing her thigh several more times. Finally, she reacted, quickly lowering her arms from her chest to the spot where I had pressed her thigh, continuing to "sleep."
I was slightly startled but quickly calmed down, placing my hand on my thigh as well, my fingers reaching out to touch the back of her hand on my leg. Finally, our skin made its first contact, albeit only a tiny touch of fingertips. It excited me; I thought this girl might very well become my "romantic encounter" on the long-distance bus.

She didn't flinch at the first touch. I continued to touch her hand with my fingers, and after a few touches, I placed my little finger on the back of her hand and didn't pull away, observing her reaction. She remained "asleep," as usual, not pulling away, letting my fingers touch her hand. Even with no "response," I became even more determined to continue. Gradually, I placed two fingers, then three, on her hand, put my thumb on the edge of her hand, and gently squeezed her little hand with my fingers. She reacted, but instead of pulling her hand away, she opened her half-clenched hand even wider. I was thrilled, swallowed hard, and squeezed her little hand with my fingers, not letting go.

Then, I opened my whole palm, gently moved it forward, placed it on her little hand, and slowly held it.
Her skin was very soft and smooth, and her hand was quite small, making it very comfortable to touch. I gripped her little hand firmly in my palm. This time she reacted, slightly straining her arm as if trying to pull her hand out of my palm, but how could I let her "escape"? I held her hand tightly. She struggled a few times, but seeing it was futile, she stopped "resisting" as I kneaded and squeezed her, still not opening her eyes and continuing to sleep.
Seeing this, I knew things were going to work out today. Looking around, it was dark; everyone was asleep, the car was driving smoothly, and no one seemed to notice what was happening. Completely relieved, I abandoned my earlier gentleness and reached out to grab her other hand, pulling both her hands closer to me and holding them in my palm. She knew this and continued to do as I pleased.
I lifted her hands with one hand, while the other hand kneaded and stroked her thigh, then I reached between her legs and pressed down forcefully.

She seemed to be aroused; her legs suddenly clamped together, and she opened her eyes to look at me. Seeing me staring at her, she turned her head away shyly, her full breasts heaving even more violently. I was greatly aroused. I forcefully pulled her up from the chair, reached behind her, and pulled her into my arms, her head resting on my shoulder. I inhaled the faint fragrance of her hair, held her soft, warm body in my arms, and my penis unconsciously hardened.

I never imagined I could actually have such a blessing in real life; I had to enjoy it to the fullest. I forcefully moved my hand between her legs again. She instinctively tried to grab my hand, but I used my other hand to lift her clothes and slip my hand inside, pressing it directly against her full breasts. She tried to break free from my embrace again, but fearing she would cry out from the stimulation, I didn't go any further. I simply placed my hand on her high, firm breasts, holding her tightly in my arms.

After a while, she gradually calmed down and stopped struggling. Only then did I dare to play with her breasts, feeling their elasticity. Her chest heaved more and more violently, and I couldn't resist the stimulation either. I lowered my head and kissed her face. She didn't resist, letting me kiss her smooth, tender cheek at will. I quickened my pace, pulling her clothes tucked into her waistband and slipping my hand inside her bra, caressing her smooth, soft skin until I touched her bra. I pulled her breasts out of the bra and grabbed and kneaded them.

This time it went smoothly, and stimulated by me, she turned her face, which had been passively turned to the side as I kissed her, towards me. I continued to grab her breasts while kissing her lips. Soon, unable to withstand the stimulation, her tightly closed mouth opened, and I slipped my tongue inside. This time, she no longer hesitated and actively responded with her own tongue. I exclaimed with pleasure, and we continued kissing and touching her breasts for about five minutes before finally separating.

After that, she seemed to get used to me and relaxed, leaning against me without moving, letting my hands freely fondle her breasts. Several times I tried to unbuckle her belt to touch her genitals, but she held onto my hand firmly, refusing to let go. Seeing this, I gave up, thinking that this outcome was already a blessing. I continued to fondle her breasts for a long time until the bus entered the city. The streetlights illuminated the bus brightly, and the sleeping passengers gradually woke up. I pulled my hand out of her bra and continued to let her lean against me until the final stop. We then got off the bus and went our separate ways.

I think if I hadn't been looking for my girlfriend and hadn't been pressed for time, it wouldn't have been impossible for me to take her to a hotel. My biggest regret is that I didn't get her contact information back then. Afterwards, I took that long-distance bus a few more times, but I never had that kind of good thing again. Even now, when I think about that romantic encounter on the long-distance bus, I can't help but excitedly recall it for a long time.

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