One. Playmates.
Since we are talking about playmates, in this case, of course, it means women. In fact, we could also say that we were neighbors. Since we lived in factory dormitories when we were young, we knew each other very well. Neighbors naturally became playmates. However, there is a section later on that talks about some of the adult women in the neighborhood, so this section is called Playmates.
When I was a child, a game between boys and girls was surely a house game. But, unfortunately, there were no stories in public. The earliest sex-related story I can remember with a little girl is this.
I was like 4 or 5 years old. Kindergarten class talked about parasites. They said there was a kind of worm (I can’t remember the name) that crawled out of the anus at night. That night, a girl came to play with me, so I called her “A”. At that time, I relied on a small smart, good behavior, and do not make trouble, often get praise, but also more favored by the girls, of course, not now. When the adults in my family went out, I thought of the lessons I had to take during the day and decided to play as a doctor.
At that time, I was still more reserved (I can’t think of a better word), not willing to take off my pants as a patient, if now, I would certainly close the door to unzip his pants. a also very trusting of me, she agreed to be a patient. In fact, at that time, we already have a preliminary male and female, but I said so many good words, she is willing to be justified.
Once she had closed the door, she unbuckled her pants and pulled them down to her knees, after all, for fear of the adults coming back.
Since the target is the ass, she puts her upper body on the bed with her ass in the air. 4 and 5 year old girls, they haven’t developed much yet, and their pussies I’ve seen. Since the kindergarten only has one restroom, and I’m afraid of accidents with the kids, it’s left open except when the teacher goes in. After class, boys and girls are crowded there in line, and it’s not uncommon to see girls’ pussies.
It all looks pretty much the same to me. The feeling is that there is an extra piece of flesh between the legs that is more than an inch wide, two or three inches long, slightly protruding, I don’t know if I’m describing it correctly, and then in the center there is a tightly closed slit. Neither the labia nor the vaginal or urethral opening could be seen.A’s was of course the same. However, at the time, I was not interested in this nothing special looking thing (a pity, right?), but went straight to the point – the anus.
Since I was going to examine it, of course I had to peel back the two pieces of ass flesh. I then used one of my small hands to apply pressure to each side, and the two pieces of teenage girl’s normally tightly packed flesh parted, revealing the anus.
Little girls have really nice anuses. No hemorrhoids, not even the so-called daisy lines, it was totally a tiny hole with a slight pinkish tinge. I remember taking a breath and smelling it. There was no odor, so maybe she had washed it.
Then came the inspection. The tools are a small wooden ruler and a pencil. The method was to insert a little of each of these into the anus and then take them out. After all, I was afraid of hurting her. The insertion was done without forgetting the original purpose of the roleplay. It didn’t really take long, just 10 minutes until you put your pants back on.
Within a few minutes, my mom came home, which was also lucky. It wasn’t a very special thing to say. But I always remember it. The main thing was really seeing anal. In fact, as a little boy, to see the ass of girls of the same age, and even brought to the women’s bathhouse by his mother to see the ass of those adults quite a lot of opportunities, but to see the anus is this time.
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Here’s another girl. Let’s call her B. My story with her went on for years. I’m a little older now. She used to live next door to me, but there wasn’t much of a story about that. Then she moved away, but was close enough to come over and play with me, and that’s when it happened.
The time was when I was between 10 and 15 years old. after 10, I started having ideas about the opposite sex. And since she was the closest to me, the object of my thoughts fell on her. At that time, I already knew how to make my cock hard with my hand, but I couldn’t make it cum more than once, maybe not yet, but it was just a step away from Rome. How I learned to do it later will be told in the next post.
She used to come over to my house to watch TV during summer vacation. It was so convenient for me as the adults had to work again. I could just sit on the bed and watch TV at my house. At that time, my favorite is to lie on the bed, wearing only a pair of underpants, and then the cock to get hard, the top like a tent, and then constantly looking for topics to talk to the B, so that she can see my tent, the side of the speech, the heart side of the great pleasure.
Sometimes it was standing behind her back again, with a sticking up dick against her back. I don’t know if she didn’t get it, or was embarrassed, or wanted to watch TV, but in any case there wasn’t a time when she would leave angry about it. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a lot of guts, not a lot of ideas, and nothing much closer to a move.
And then there was peeking at her. The girl was about 10 years old and had a bit of a protrusion in her breasts, but wouldn’t wear a bra, not even one of those tight tank tops that came later. In the summer, when she was wearing sleeveless clothes, after all, she was home on vacation and didn’t pay much attention, so I could get my fill.
But from the side, it really looks like a ruffled egg, slightly protruding, and the nipples and areolas haven’t gotten any bigger, comparing it to my own. Not much to look at, it’s mostly a mental stimulation.
Then one time, I was 13 or 4 I think. I got my hands on a yellow book (the classic way of saying it back then, without the pornography, erotica, and adulthood that is spoken of so much nowadays,). When she came over, of course there were no adults in the house. So I took the yellow book out, read it in front of her while getting my dick hard with my hand, then went into the inner room with my tent up, leaving the book outside. Wanted to get out while she was flipping, communicating, and more than anything, hoping for something even better.
Unfortunately, after waiting for several minutes, she didn’t respond. Then she asked me what was wrong and I had to say nothing and come out. I had to say nothing and come out. Now look at all the bosses using this trick repeatedly, and I had not seen this trick at that time, belonging to the original, but failed miserably, miserable ah.
Then later, the most exciting thing happened. One night she came to see me. I was doing my homework, and she was taking a book from the bookshelf by herself. The bookshelf was resting on my desk, so she would often touch my right hand. Somehow, that day, suddenly the mind acted up. But there were still a few adults playing mahjong outside, and I had left the door to my room open, so I was really scared when I thought about it later.
It was spring, and she was wearing a pair of those stretchy step-up pants. I quickly pressed the palm of my right hand against her ass while she was once again reaching for a book from the shelf, and then immediately reached down her waistband and into her pants. The waistband of those stretchy pants was a rubber band.
Luckily, there was only a pair of panties in there, and without hesitation, I reached in again, while switching to the front side, which amounted to me holding her want with my right arm, while the palm of my hand was covering her pussy. Cool. It was exciting enough to have adults on the outside.
She didn’t react at first, and it was only when I pressed my entire palm against her pussy, and a couple of my fingers started to move, that she started to struggle. Maybe out of embarrassment, the movements were small, but I was sitting, she was standing, she was struggling and moving to the side, and it was only about ten seconds before I had to pull my hand out.
In fact, it was so intense that I really couldn’t care to savor it a bit. Since then, she came less often and was very aware of it, and there was nothing I could do about it. This was the first time I had ever consciously touched a woman’s pussy with unimpeded contact.
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Next up is C. She was a year or two older than me. By the time I was 14 or 5, she was pretty well developed. My story with her started very suddenly. It was also a summer vacation, and one day she came to my house, wearing a skirt. Maybe I was impulsive then, I couldn’t help it.
It was a trial run at first. I purposely didn’t go to the toilet to pee. Instead, I went to the spittoon in the house. Just out of her sight, I pulled out my dick, which was already hard. So I couldn’t pee at once. I wasn’t in a hurry, so I just stood there and waited. After I finished, I went back to her and realized that there was no reaction, so I was in for a treat.
I sat close to her. Eyes on the TV, hand slowly placed between the two legs. Sitting very tightly, inevitably touched her thigh, still no reaction. I can rest assured boldly put the whole palm on her thighs. My palm gradually became warm, I slowly moved my palm on her thigh, first to the knee, then to the calf, then back to the knee, until the root of the thigh.
And I stopped, not daring to go any deeper. Only dared to feel around on my thighs. The thing about C is the strangest. She’s older than me, she should already know these things, so why did she let me have my way? This time I was more sexually satisfied. It’s because her form is no longer much different from that of an adult. From then on I thought she was a target too, and started to watch out for opportunities.
Still that summer, one time I went to her house at 1 or 2 in the afternoon and found her taking a nap. I was about to leave, just about to go out the door, and thought wouldn’t this be a good opportunity. Walked in gently again. She was on her side against the wall with her back to me.
In the summer, again at home, she was wearing a very thin shirt with no bra on top and a pair of cloth boxer briefs underneath. I first leaned down and took a deep breath (heh, get used to it) into her back, especially her ass. Then gently lifted up one of the lower corners of the shirt. Exposing her waist. The leather belt of the pants was so tight that it strangled a mark on my waist, so I didn’t dare to pull it down.
With my back to me and no easy access to unbuttoning, I ended up having to take off my pants, stand at the end of her bed with a bit of breast hidden from the nape of her neck, fling a hardening dick around, and screw around for a few minutes before I left.
Then I used to go over to her house to watch TV, both in the morning and afternoon when the adults were at work. Watching TV was funny. Basically she and I were on the bed, she usually sat and I always lay down. Within a few minutes, I would take off my shorts and get my dick hard and erect. Then talk to her. Sometimes she watches hers and I play with my dick next to her.
A couple times while talking to her, he rubbed right up next to her and rested his head on her thigh. Keeping her face toward her chest and stomach. Getting access to the breasts and getting to smell the breath between her legs. It was a funny situation at the time. You could say that we were watching TV and talking while playing take advantage and be taken advantage of there. But both of them seemed to have split personalities and were doing it at the same time, in peace with each other.
Twice she also leaned over the bed to watch TV and I was right next to her. Imagine how erotic it is to be lower half naked, with your dick up, right next to a big 16 or 7 year old girl. I even put my leg over her thigh, and snuck my hand under her waist and nuzzled. Unfortunately, it was such a good opportunity to not know to go further. Now think about it, the reason why she did not resist, maybe she also just started to get into this kind of game, and also satisfy her mysterious exploration of sex.
Unfortunately, after that summer, she went off to school somewhere else, and when I saw her in a few years, she was married with children.
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Today’s final word on D. There is only one clip relevant to the question.
Let’s start by describing the situation in our dormitory. The dormitory we lived in at the time was somewhere between a flat and a group home. Several families shared a toilet and a small common area. Because they are all colleagues in a factory, each other strangers is also very common, summer sleep is often only the screen door closed, anti-mosquito, do not prevent people. Oh, convenient for me.
Here’s the thing about D. She was 4 or 5 years younger than me and lived next door. I went to the bathroom the other day, and when the door opened, I found her in there, looking at me with wooden eyes, probably too surprised. My first reaction was to close the door, intending to wait. Standing outside the door, a look around no one colorful heart again. Tried to pull the door, luckily, she hadn’t closed it yet. I dodged in and she was still crouching.
Saw me come in and panicked a bit, but didn’t scream. I bolted the door. Asked her to leave me alone and proceeded to the toilet. Not long after, she finished. Oh, there was a man next to her, it must have been unpleasant. She wiped her ass and stood up. I squatted down and looked right at her pussy. Her pussy is similar to A’s. It’s just a little fatter and more protruding. There were a few hairs on it sparsely.
I ran my hand over it and, well, it was soft.
After all, I’ve just pulled it, so I don’t dare to get too close. I can’t see too clearly. Simply, I want her to come out, and then pulled her into my house. I want her to take off her pants and sleep on the bed. This time, much clearer. I found that on each side of the deepest slit, a fold of flesh appeared. Now that I think about it, it was the slit between the labia majora and minora.
Last time A’s pussy wasn’t even close to being a real thing, and B’s was just touched, not seen. This one, carefully touched, but also clearly see, really very cool ah. I was about to separate the slit, suddenly her mother shouted at her outside, no way, had to even say good words with a threat to tell her with no one to say, and then let her go. She should not have told anyone else, but without that momentary impulse, I wouldn’t have dared to move her brain.
That’s all for this section. Actually, these four are pretty representative. Basically, each of them had one of my firsts of some sort. So, remembering it is also clear there’s no storytelling. For example, the mental activities when those things happened, the sense of touch, etc. are not described in great detail. It just tells those things, rather like a presentation of some material. I can’t help it, I don’t have enough skills. I’ll work on it later. There are two more sections planned for later. Neighbors – about a couple of grown women who live next door. Bus – about my experiences taking advantage on the bus, aka sexual harassment, which is hot right now.
As I said before, there is no meat scene because it is about the budding period. Forgive me.
II. Neighbors
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In the first section I talked about how the neighbors here are the adult female neighbors. Still in the first stanza, I talked about the structure of the dormitory, and the relationship between the neighbors, which are essential to the development of the plot later on.
There is no meat scene, so the story is one of those voyeuristic or lewd experiences. I actually went down on several of them, so I’ll focus on two here. Of course, again, for me, this has a lot of firsts in it.
The first one, let’s call her A, always. She was my first peeping tom, and it was from her that I started my “neighborhood”.
She was in her 30s at the time. When the basics are introduced later, it’s all about the situation at the time it happened with her. She was a female factory worker with a well-proportioned body, her flesh was sort of firm so her breasts appeared to be firm, but not very large or saggy, and her ass was average.
At that time, women of that age used to wear those four-cornered cloth panties, made by themselves, at home in summer. As introduced earlier, people often strung out and wore the same. So it was easier to see the thighs. But since they weren’t tight, it was difficult to see the shape of the buttocks, or even the bulge of the pussy. However, I was lucky enough to peek into her shower, and more than once.
Bathing at that time was like this: since there was only a communal water room, you could wash in the water room, but no one else could come in. To avoid trouble, the water was usually pumped home and washed in a bath tub. In summer, of course, you had to wash every day. The first time was like this. It was when I was 10 years old, I think, or a little older. That day I saw A fetching water and knew she was going to take a bath. There was an urge to watch her take a bath, but it was definitely out of the question to do so in the open. After she closed the door, I hung out in front of her house. From time to time, it’s good to come over and listen to the sound, which can arouse my infinite reverie.
My eyes swept around the door, trying to find a breakthrough. With great effort, I finally realized that there seemed to be a little light shining through near the lock of the door. Great. I looked back, still afraid of someone coming in, even though several nearby homes were relatively closed off from the outside.
There didn’t seem to be anyone there! I leaned down slightly and looked in through the small hole, only to see a white shimmering figure moving, the hole was too small to really see it clearly. It looked as if it was beginning to get dressed. Indeed, it was beginning to waste too much time. However, finally let me find this good place, there will be plenty of opportunities later. Not long after, A came out after washing. When I saw her, even though her clothes were the same as usual, she was even more tantalizing in my eyes.
The next day, while the adults were at work, I got a small awl and carefully enlarged the little hole a bit, but didn’t dare make it too big for fear of being discovered. I tried to look at it, and it was good, it was clearer inside. When she got off work, I went to her house to visit, while she was cooking, I looked from behind the door, the hole was not very obvious, relieved. Waiting for that happy moment.
By the time she started to shower in the evening, several of the homes in the neighborhood were occupied and it was too dangerous to give up.
After a few more days, a few of the family members went out to cool off after dinner, and so did my parents. I saw that she was the only one still busy in the water room and knew that the opportunity had come. When she had fetched the water and closed the door, I looked out, thinking that no one should come by, and went to the door of her house.
Haha, through that little hole, just in time to see the bath tub. It was less than two meters from the door of the room, so it was really God’s help to see it from the beginning of her undressing. Summer clothes are already less, she put the upper body of a T-shirt like a slightly tight clothes off, you can see the bra. At that time, it was not popular what erotic lingerie, magic bra and so on, just a very ordinary white, cloth, with the kind of foam bra. The two breasts up and down, left and right wrapped a tight. Luckily, it’s about to come off. Oh. I almost laughed.
The bra was a back-opening style, she pinned her hands behind her back, unhooked the clasp and the bra came loose, both hands returned to her chest and the bra naturally slid down, a pair of breasts appeared in front of my eyes. I’m not sure what I’m talking about, but I’m not sure what I’m talking about! Said earlier. She has a good figure, meaty, but not bloated. That’s why a pair of breasts appeared firm and erect. Of course, the lower hemispheres were still a bit larger than the upper ones, with the imprint of a shallow fold of flesh between the lower edge and the body. The breasts are not very large, the nipples, and the areolas are darker in color.
It wasn’t long before something more exciting for me began.
She was wearing a pair of boxer shorts as mentioned before, and with a slight bend, her pants came off and the mysterious place was exposed. Her stomach was relatively flat, and there was no fat around her waist. I was more interested in the bottom, of course, wow, so lush, so black a cloud of pubic hair ah. From the front, an inverted triangle of black mass covered her pussy tightly. The moment she lifted her leg and stepped into the tub, her legs parted. I could see that her pubic hair extended all the way to right below. It was short, too, so those labia, ah, whatever, were not visible.
Of course you can’t stare in all the time, you have to check out the commotion, so watching her shower is intermittent.
When she washed it, it was pretty normal, just like everyone else, wet her body, apply soap, rub it in a bit, and then wash it off with water to remove the suds, that’s it. She didn’t put any special effort into washing her pussy, probably because she did it every day. When she finally dried it, when she wiped her pussy, she spread her legs slightly, bowed her body slightly forward, held the towel in one hand, and wiped it hard twice, then went to the side to get dressed, and I went back to my room.
Later, too, she was often seen bathing. If anyone had ever washed in a bath tub, they would know that people usually sat in it or on the rim of the tub, and rarely spread their legs very far apart even if they were standing. Combined with her super-abundant pubic hair, so all that was ever visible was the dark shadow, and the details of the organ were never seen.
BTW, she’s always bathed normally, not once has she acted like a masturbator like the article on the internet, probably because her husband can satisfy her. Haha, speculation. At that time is still small, only know peep her shower, can not see the details, can see the pubic hair has been very satisfied. Other than that, there’s not much else to do.
After two years, she moved away. The new one, a woman, brought me even greater joy.
The mistress of the latter family let’s call her B.
She was in her 20s at the time, had just been married a few years, and didn’t have kids yet.
She was fuller looking, fatter than A, but not so fat as to be ugly. On the contrary, the front jutted out and was very attractive. She was younger, so she often wore a nightgown and didn’t change when she strung out. Of course it’s all about summer. That one-piece nightgown looked like a halter dress on top and a super short skirt on the bottom. Also, the material was thinner and more see-through, so her bra and panties were often vaguely visible.
At this point, you certainly can’t wear the kind of four-cornered panties in the front, which are the so-called triangular panties. Of course, they are also more conservative, usually white, but also red and yellowish. Since the clothes were hung out to dry in a public area, it wasn’t hard at all to figure out what the panties looked like. What was more exciting, though, was seeing the panties she wore on her body.
Her personality is a bit big-headed, sometimes sitting with both legs spread out, and even sometimes, she would curl one foot up and put it on the chair, at which point, due to the short hem of the pajamas, nine times out of ten, she would be naked. If my position is good, I will see the intersection of her legs, there will be a piece of cloth exposed, as if wrapped in the inside of something taut.
But the real story of her and I began with boxer briefs.
Because then she got pregnant, as it happened, and it was summer when she had a big belly, and also because of her pregnancy, her clothes changed. On top she often wore a cloth sleeveless shirt and it was loose, and underneath she became wearing boxer briefs.
One day at noon, I went to her house to watch TV, and as I watched, I suddenly realized that she had fallen asleep. She was asleep in a supine position. Since she fell asleep while watching TV, it was along the horizontal, or short, side of the bed, so her legs were bent upward, and because of her large belly, her legs were not together, but spread out to the sides. Seen from above, the legs formed a diamond shape with one corner open underneath.
First I came to her leg side, leaned down and put my head between her legs, not touching of course. Again, I took a breath and sniffed. Since they were cloth panties, the material was quite stiff, so the edges of the pants didn’t stick to the thighs, there was a little gap, so I tried to see what was inside from here. Unfortunately, the gap was too small to see clearly.
I thought for a long time and finally made up my mind to make that gap a little bigger. However, when one of my fingers just touched my pants, both of her legs suddenly moved, I was startled and quickly stood up straight. When I looked again, she didn’t seem to wake up. I think the force of my touching her panties was about the same as a fly stopping up, so maybe, she just thought there was a fly and moved subconsciously.
However, I no longer dared to touch her pants, and afterward came to the side of her head.
First, I bent my body down, my face less than an inch from hers, and took a good look at her face, then pulled out my already hardened dick, flung it above her face for a moment, and tucked it in (I didn’t know how to masturbate at the time, as I mentioned earlier). That was the end of that one.
However, it was her breasts that gave me the most enjoyment during her pregnancy stage.
As I said before, she wore sleeveless and loose tops, and she often didn’t wear a bra, so she was probably too bloated. The best chance for me to peek at her breasts was when she was playing mahjong. As a result of playing mahjong, both arms have to rest on the table. Her blouse is sleeveless and loose. So, as long as the position is good, her breasts are in full view.
When she was playing mahjong I pretended to watch her play, and just happened to be half crouched down, so my line of sight was about the same as her breasts. I was on her side and back again, and from the big hole in her armpit, I could just see her breasts sticking out in front of her chest.
Being pregnant and already fuller, the breasts were really a pair of boobs at that time. The entire surface of the breasts had some black spots, and the areolas and nipples were even bigger and darker. Especially after seeing A’s again, the difference was really obvious when comparing the two. And since she was pregnant for the first time, her breasts weren’t sagging at all, they were sticking forward. So in this way, holding the dress forward, the two gaps under the armpits were even bigger, it was really convenient for me greatly. That summer, basically, looking at her two big breasts became a must for me.
Tell me more about watching her take a shower.
I’m still looking through that hole in the door, so I’ll skip the process and talk about what I see. Watching B in the shower was much more rewarding than watching A. I’ll leave the top half of her body alone, B’s bottom half had much less pubic hair, only above the clitoris, and basically none below. Of course, the clitoris is what I’m talking about now, and at that point, peeking in definitely doesn’t show that clitoris thing. So, from the front, there was only a peach-sized patch at the very top covered in pubic hair, and then further down, it was gone. I don’t know if it was shaved or just didn’t grow.
That way, even if she was standing with her legs together, you could see things like her labia underneath that patch of pubic hair. Of course you can’t separate the various parts, but after all, it’s that part of her little pussy’s flesh, unlike A, where all you see is a clump of hair. Also, B was fuller, so there was more flesh in her pussy, and it stuck out noticeably quite a bit, so it’s no wonder it bulged there when I saw her go naked.
The most important memory B gave me was learning to masturbate through her clothes.
B is younger and the clock is ticking. Compared to A’s lingerie, B’s was much more seductive. Her bras were usually the thin kind with mesh on the upper hemisphere and lace around it. The panties were also partly of the muslin kind, with narrower, smaller cloth straps in the front. So, I often went down on them.
In the beginning, there was no masturbation. At that time, when no one was looking, I took down her underwear, usually wet, before it was dry. I’d use it as a wet towel, and use it to wipe my crotch, ass-cheeks, sometimes even my anus, in short, to leave my mark on her underwear. There were also times when I brought over her clothes shortly after she had put them in the sun. I’d pee all over her clothes and then take them over to dry, haha, as if I’d washed them in my urine.
Then, one day, a new page began.
It was a summer afternoon and I snuck the B two underwear into my room again, ready to start Operation Leave a Trace. Started still with it and rubbed my crotch a couple times, that’s when my dick started to get hard.
As I said before, it’s been years, but my dick does get hard when I’m sexually stimulated. After my dick gets hard, I notice that there seems to be some dirt in that ring-shaped groove at the base of my glans. Well, it probably hasn’t been cleaned for a long time. I then decided to get the dirt off and get it on my underwear, killing two birds with one stone.
I then wrapped my glans in her panties and used it like a towel to clean the dirt. After a few minutes, I suddenly felt a numbing and tingling sensation coming from near my glans, and I knew it was time to ejaculate. At that time, although I couldn’t masturbate, I had already begun to dream, so the feeling before ejaculation still had an impression. Finally, a thick hot jet of semen came out and I hurriedly caught it in B’s panties. At this point, I thought, “So this is what masturbation is like. In the past, my dick would get hard and semen used to shoot out, and now, I would finally do the two things together.
I took my cum-stained panties to the water closet and washed and re-tanned them.
Later, I often used those underwear to help me masturbate. Sometimes I would wash the underwear and return it to its original position. But sometimes, I would wet the semen-stained underwear with water, rub it a little and put it back. In this way, it is equivalent to washing her underwear with my semen, and the next time she puts them on, haha, she is in close contact with my offspring.
After I learned to masturbate, my “sex life” became richer.
In the past, I used to sneak in while B was napping, but I would only take my dick out and shake it a few times, or gently touch her ass. Now it was better. When I once again stood in front of her bed, looking at the sleeping B, pulling out my dick, it was no longer a simple meeting, but a passionate pistoning motion with my hand there. When about to explode, I usually squat down and cum on the floor under the bed. Here, it’s harder to spot.
Later, I found out that B’s sister would sometimes come over for naps, cool. However, it was usually sleeping in both rooms, so I had to tiptoe around both rooms and eventually cum next to someone. Finally, one day, they slept in the same bed, the sisters. I ejaculated into both of them, blissfully.
This blissful life lasted for a few years. As I got older, I became less and less bold. After all, with a neighbor as a target, it’s always a good idea to get caught. Getting caught is different at 14 or 5 than it is at 18 or 9. So I did it less and less.
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As for anyone thinking that I’m not too smooth. Actually, as I’ve said several times before about dorms and neighborhoods, if you have the heart it should be fine.
Still, it’s the same thing, it’s not storytelling. There is not a single segment for detailed psychological or behavioral descriptions. It’s a shame. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊
(iii) Public vehicles
The first two sections talk about things with acquaintances. It is said that there is a wide world of things to do. More objects are in the community, not as deep as with acquaintances, but there is more to try and more to feel. For me, the better opportunity is on the bus. Because when I was in middle school and high school I rode the bus to school every day. At that time, public transportation was not as developed and crowded as it is now, which was just convenient for me.
At the beginning, I did not know and did not dare to have the so-called hands and feet, then even with a woman crowded together, but also pay attention not to touch her. It’s a waste of a good opportunity, and when I think about it later, I really regret it. At that time, just ran into a beautiful woman, staring at her to see. The car is a good place to see beautiful women. It’s crowded, close to you, and long. Slowly began to pay attention to their specific parts, breasts, thighs. See if there is any nakedness or exposed flesh. I started with the breasts.
Looking at breasts, of course, doesn’t mean looking at the outline that shows up under the clothes, but rather seeing the skin or the bra for that matter. Although those tight little tank tops look curvy, they are usually tighter against the body due to their elasticity, which in turn is not conducive to my purpose.
What I like is the kind of sleeveless dress where the fabric doesn’t fall too well, and the key is to have larger openings under the armpits, especially with the lower edge leaning down. That way, because of the large opening and the stiffness of the fabric around it, it naturally creates a looped opening that doesn’t fit tightly around the body. Just keep an eye out for it, along with a good angle, and you’ll be rewarded. If she lifts her hand up to hold the armrest, it’s a perfect fit.
I usually choose a position where the sides are slightly back, and you can usually see the side or upper part of the bra. If the bra is made of a thinner material, or has cutouts, or is smaller, then the skin on the side of the breast can be seen.
What was said before was that both were standing. If she’s sitting and I’m standing next to her, I’m definitely going to go for her neckline. The conditions are pretty much the same, but since women are usually more attentive in this situation, basically, nothing in my experience is particularly memorable.
There is another, where I am sitting and she is standing. If she’s facing sideways towards me and a bit in front, she can also look through the gap between her two lapels, although, in this case, the gap is usually too small to see much. But therein lies the joy of voyeurism. Though in the summer, a woman’s clothes are so thin that you can often see the shape and even the color of her bra through them. However, it is very fulfilling to see a little, even if it is a very small portion, through these gaps between the clothes and the skin.
Two days ago, I took the bus home. Just had a great time. The woman was wearing a white blouse and seemed to be a salesgirl off duty at the mall. As it happened, she was standing in front of me, and the crowd made it so that she had to face the window and bend over slightly. That’s when the opportunity came. The two flaps on her shirt between the 2nd and 3rd buttons parted, creating a gap about an inch or so long and half an inch wide, which was positioned right up against her breasts.
I could see from this slit that she was wearing a pink bra, a light pink color, just the thing to provoke the most urges. Also, the top rims of her cups were lower and flatter. I suspected it was the kind that looked oval. That way, it wasn’t just the bra, but I got to see part of the skin above her breasts. What a stroke of luck.
As far as looking at breasts goes, there’s one woman I have to mention. The first time I saw her was in the car. There weren’t many people there, and I was about a meter away from her, I think. I was just looking around, but when I saw her there, I couldn’t move my eyes anymore. The cuffs of her sleeveless dress were too exaggerated. The blankness showing at the bottom edge was a good 3 inches long, and it was so careless to see that the dress was made by herself. It’s cool to be cool, but it’s a shame that it makes other people cool.
The opportunity was so great that I tilted my head just a little and saw her bra. The look seemed conservative. It was white in color, with wide sides, and taking advantage of the bumps in the car, I pushed my body back a little and saw her breasts, wrapped tightly in the bra. No wonder it didn’t matter what you wore, the inside was pretty well protected.
Why did I talk about this somewhat failed experience for half a day? Haha, because later, I actually saw a pair of her breasts, vacuumed and uncovered. By coincidence, she is the daughter of the owner of a bookstore in my neighborhood. I didn’t know at first, but later I found out that she often takes care of the bookstore for her mother, so that she can go back to eat.
Good chance, that summer, I just went every day around 1:00 pm. It was hot, but there were fewer people, and she was always there. However, it was usually just a few sneaky glances at her, nothing special. But one day I got my fill.
That day, when I went there, it was her who was manning the stall. Maybe there had been more books returned a while ago, and she was clearing them and putting them back in their place. I was first on the counter looking at the books that others had just returned, and after she had cleared a few, she turned her body sideways to put them back on the shelf. Since there was a chair between them, she was in the equivalent of an upper-body, half-bent position. I was just casually glancing at it when suddenly, something caught my eye. I was so surprised. It was one of her breasts, and she wasn’t wearing a bra! Wow.
Turns out, she was wearing a different dress than the last one I saw in the car. In fact, this one had a smaller underarm opening. But since she was bending down, my line of sight angled from top to bottom, right through the opening that was separated from her body due to sagging, and I saw her breasts.
Her breasts were not large, they were kind of conical and looked quite firm, probably reinforced by the way she bent her body down and her breasts sagged. The skin was paler and the nipples were lighter in color. It was a small bump. Now it seems to be a virgin’s breasts, I guess. At that time, she was also very young and still pretty. This scene really made my heart beat faster and my muscles tense. The breasts of a young girl in the prime of her life were revealed to me without any cover. Luckily, there was no one else.
I continued to pretend to look at the books on the counter, and she was still clearing them and putting them back on the shelf. Each time, when she turned around, I followed and deflected my eyes once. After several intermittent looks like this, the books were finally cleared and I had to go to the next shelf to find them. But that scene, taking up my whole brain, I borrowed a random book and left.
Then, there was no more of this good thing. Maybe it was a slip of the tongue that she didn’t wear a bra that day. Then later, the bookstore moved away. She’s also the only woman I’ve ever seen breasts on besides spying on my neighbors.
It’s finally time to talk about that first intimate encounter. That time, I was passive. I was in middle school at the time. I went home one afternoon. When I was in the car, there were more people. In front of me was a young woman. When I rode in the car, I carried my school bag in my hand and then hung it down naturally. Because it is inconvenient to move around with the bag behind my back when there are many people. So, with one hand on the railing and the other carrying the bag hanging down, I was right where her buttocks were. However, at first I subconsciously kept from touching her.
Suddenly, she leaned down to pick something so that her hips came up against the back, and I had nowhere to go, and my hand carrying my book bag squeezed right on her hip, but she didn’t seem to care, still groping around on the floor. It was like I had suddenly woken up to the fact that such contact was considered acceptable in the crowded conditions of the bus.
When she stood upright, I didn’t take care to move back a little as I had done before, but instead, quietly moved forward a little. As the car rocked, my hands touched her hips again and again, and then parted. That time, I couldn’t care less about experiencing exactly what her buttocks felt like. All that was in my head was, I touched a young woman’s ass, but nothing happened at all, it was beautiful.
Originally, the hand that carried the school bag was in the shape of a clenched fist. Slowly, I only used my thumb and forefinger to carry the bag, the other three fingers straightened, so that not only the back of the palm of the hand, but basically the entire back of the hand is pressed on her buttocks. I just felt that time flew by, and soon I had to get off the bus, and that was the end of my first intimate encounter. However, it became the beginning of a new kind of life for me.
Soon, I decided to be proactive. At that time I was using a student monthly pass. So the fare was not a problem. One Sunday afternoon, I started to strike. I changed buses a few times and found that I didn’t have a good chance, or maybe I was inexperienced and timid. It was getting late and I was ready to give up and wait for next time.
The sky is the limit, just on my last bus home, the opportunity came. There were more people on that bus, and after I got on, I quickly scanned the bus and saw that there was a woman who looked pretty good, so I slowly squeezed in behind her and stopped. However, it was only then that I realized that next to her was her boyfriend. No way. Forget it, just stand here. Anyway, I’m almost home, I can’t touch it, but it’s okay to look at a beautiful woman.
But with the purpose of coming out to show off today, there is a beautiful woman in front of me, that kind of impulse really can’t be suppressed. As the saying goes, the color is strong. Let’s do it. I adjusted my position. Stand away from her boyfriend’s side, half of the body and female position overlap, so that one of my arms just behind her.
I slowly moved my hand forward a bit, touching her ass and then removing it. It was as if I had accidentally touched it due to the rocking of the car. I did this a few more times, but luckily, she didn’t react in any particular way, nor did she move where she was standing. Good. I put the entire back of my hand on her ass, near my half. Then stayed there, not moving a muscle.
It was probably spring or fall and there wasn’t much clothing on. She was wearing a pair of stretchy pants that were very common then with a treaded leg, which were rather thin. So felt the softness and elasticity of her ass and that delicate feeling. I don’t know if she thought it was a normal mindless touch or if she was embarrassed, but I didn’t see anything unusual in her demeanor.
I gave an inch and moved the back of my hand towards the middle of her ass. The middle finger stopped right where her ass cleavage was. Then cocked my middle finger and let it sink into that warm and mysterious deep groove. I think by now she must have sensed that it was intentional, but she still didn’t show anything but embarrassment. Haha, convenient for me. But I didn’t dare to take the total deeper inside, after all, her boyfriend was beside her.
With that, my middle finger nestled in her groin while the back of my hand pressed against her plump ass, I cozied up until they got off. It was a good ten minutes long. What a trip. It was only when I got out of the car that I had a little second thought. It was the first time, after all, and it was so over the top. In fact, later, most of my experiences were not as in-depth as this one. So that’s why it’s so important to remember it especially well.
This outing heralded the dawn of my era of having fun on the bus. Of course, I won’t do it on every bus, and I usually have to have an okay-looking woman to consider it. But also have the right conditions, so there is a satisfactory object is not always possible. The most common are so several situations.
I stand behind or side by side with the woman. At this point as I described earlier, feel the ass or thighs with a hanging hand. Or, if the conditions are right, you can also use your dick to go up the ass, but of course the season is important and you can’t wear too many clothes. If you are daring, you can also unzip your pants and pull out your dick for a more intimate encounter.
If I’m the one standing in front of someone, there’s another target – breasts. Shift your position slightly so that the woman is off to the side behind me. Then I touch their breasts with my elbows. In addition to pressing on the breasts with the inclination of the whole body, pretend to carry a school bag. This way, the elbow bends and bends just enough to hit the breast.
When I’m sitting in my seat, it’s not like there’s nothing to do. First, you can touch the thighs of the person sitting next to you. To start, keep the thighs of both people touching and moving away from each other. Start by placing your hand on your own thigh, then slowly slide it down between the two people’s thighs. Then move your own thigh to the side until the two thighs are close together, so that the palm of your hand is naturally on the woman’s thigh. If you feel there is a possibility of going further, you can probe your palm down over until it is resting on the underside of the woman’s thigh, which is equivalent to her thigh pressing against my hand.
Sometimes, it can also go upwards. If the compartment isn’t crowded and people aren’t paying attention to us, I put my palm on the top of her thigh. And this way, it’s the palm of my hand against her thigh, and the sensitivity of touch is quite a bit higher. One can carefully experience feeling her thighs. At this point, if there is a book bag, I put it on my lap, so I can shield it from other people’s eyes.
I remember, one time when I was a freshman in high school, I went to the bus at about 6:00 in the morning. There weren’t many people on the bus then, and I sat on the long bench at the end of the bus. On my right was a girl. She looked like she was a little older than me, had a mature body and was very pretty.
At first there was no one in front of us and I put my palm on her left thigh like I said earlier, using my book bag as cover. Seeing that she didn’t react much, decided to move. In fact, when I said I was looking, I didn’t dare to actually turn my head to look at her face, but I just felt that she neither moved her leg out of the way, nor did she use her hand to block me.
I gently raised the palm of my hand a bit, but still maintained contact, and slowly moved it back and forth. Now I was doing the equivalent of stroking her thighs, it was that teenage girl feeling, warm, elastic, and a little quivering, I don’t know if it was due to my or her nervousness. Maybe, we were both nervous.
Slowly, I added a little more force downward, pressing my palms tighter against her thighs and continuing to stroke back and forth. After two stops, the crowd gradually grew, and a woman in her 30s stood in front of us, about 1 meter away. At this point, the book bag came into play, blocking her view. And I was able to continue my enjoyment. Later, I noticed that the woman was looking towards us from time to time, so maybe she still saw something unusual. However, since the girl didn’t even react, she probably thought not to mind her own business.
Unfortunately, after two more stops, the girl got off the bus. When she was waiting at the door of the car, looking at her bumpy figure and handsome face, I felt more and more that this kind of opportunity is really rare, so to speak. After she got off the bus, I also looked back fondly for a few moments. In fact, later in order to avoid running into their own schoolmates, I seldom on the way to school on the road to girls about the same age as me.
Sitting in a seat also allows you to touch the thigh of the woman standing next to you. If there are a lot of people and the woman is squeezed in next to me, that’s fine, it’s pretty much the same as touching the one sitting next to me. If it’s not very crowded and there’s a particularly satisfying target, it’s time to take the initiative.
Here’s how I usually do it. Put your hands on your knees and sit with your back slightly sideways toward the window so that your knees turn into the aisle next to the seat. The goal, of course, is to stay next to the target’s thigh and then look for an opportunity. First you touch it, then you move out of the way, and after a few times, you stick it up and don’t come down. However, in this case, since there aren’t many people and the hand movements are away from the body, there’s no concealment, so I usually make my move in the car on the way home at night, when there are no lights.
All the previous mentioned are hands, and then an uncommon one – touching the breasts with the head. This is only useful when you are sitting. When there are a lot of people, the person standing next to the seat will often be squeezed and lean forward because the lower half of their body is blocked by the seat and the upper half of their body has space above the head of the seated person. If she’s a woman, there’s a chance you can touch her breasts with your head.
Usually, they were very careful to try to hold on with their hands to keep from leaning forward too much, and especially very careful that their breasts didn’t touch anyone. But sometimes, I don’t know if it’s not enough strength, or if she thinks it doesn’t matter if they’re touched in this case, but there are still women who squeeze a pair of her breasts into the side of my head.
Preferably in the summer. There are fewer clothes then, and they’re thinner. My favorite was to wear one of those cotton T-shirts, and the woman had better be slightly plump, so that, when I bumped into it, I really felt the waves. When I encountered such a situation, I straightened my neck, even slightly outwardly crooked, looking forward to the collision with the big waves. Of course, if, the woman doesn’t satisfy, I’ll still tilt my head toward the window and avoid it.
Here are a few things that stick out. Let’s start with a quick one. At that time, the big buses were divided into two cars, front and rear, connected by a turntable in the center. On the left and right sides of the turntable were railings, and on top of that was a canvas shelter to keep out the rain. On that occasion, I got on the bus, walked near the turnstile, and noticed a pretty girl in her early 20s at the railing. Taking advantage of the crowd coming up at the next stop, I squeezed in next to her.
When I stood next to the railings, I usually had my back to the railings, or else to the dusty canvas shed. There were more and more people on the bus, and the turnstiles were getting too crowded to move. Haha, I started to move too.
At first, I touched her thighs with the hand that was carrying the school bag, as I usually do, because we were basically in parallel positions, and I usually just touched my thighs in such situations. That day, somehow, my excitement was high. After touching her thigh a few times, I received my hand behind my leg. Because I was leaning on the railing, my legs were definitely not pressed against the railing, but leaned against it, so there was a gap. She was certainly the same.
Then I moved my hand horizontally, to the gap under her leg, and pulled upward, which now became the entirety of her ass pressed against my hand. And no one else could see it. Haha, this is great. You can savor it.
She struggled a few times, as if trying to get out of my clutches. Unfortunately, there were too many people to break free at all. I watched her struggle a few times, so I turned my head to look at her. She also happened to look at me. There was a very shy expression on her face, a little upset and a little evasive. The shy type, by the looks of it. Okay, bet on it. I looked at him with an expressionless face, as if I didn’t know what was going on, and then twisted my head back around, but my hands were the ones that didn’t stop.
By the time I was about to get out of the car, I jerked my hand over to her other side as if holding her ass in place, and then drew it back. Of course, it was actually just for a second. The others thought I’d accidentally tripped over her book bag. Unaware that it was all my initiative.
She cocked her head dismissively as I walked past her. Heck, I pretended I didn’t see it and moved to the car door. I was the one taking advantage of the situation in a big way anyway. In fact, it wasn’t particularly nice to have my hand pressed against her ass, as it was too tight for it to roam. However, her demeanor made me feel more accomplished, so it was a pleasure.
However, getting too far ahead of yourself always leads to trouble. One night, I was sitting in the last row next to a woman in her 30s. At first, I just touched her thighs, and then, slowly moved under her ass. Actually, it was just the edge of her ass at the time. Unexpectedly, she cocked one leg near me and rested it on the other. Thus, this half of the ass left the chair surface, and also left my hand. Probably an active disengagement response as well.
That day, I somehow got carried away on impulse, you lifted your ass up, well, I proceeded to reach in. Her body was tilting more and more, the gap under her ass was getting bigger and bigger, and my hand was reaching further and further in.
Suddenly, she cracked up. She didn’t directly scold someone for harassing her. She was just venting her anger like a woman in her 30’s. It’s not bad for a woman in her 30’s to curse. She didn’t repeat herself for several sentences. The whole bus turned around and looked at her and at me. People could definitely hear that someone had just done something to her. But I don’t know if it was a hand job or a purse.
I had to look ahead expressionlessly, as if there was no one next to me. The people in the car slowly turned their heads back as they watched her curse alone and no one picked up a word. Finally escaped. Later, I thought. Maybe her ass was lifted too high, I put my hand in, and I might have touched her pussy, which exceeded her bottom line, so I exploded. However, I really haven’t realized what her pussy feels like. Alas, it was a loss this time. I’d better be careful in the future.
Plus a happy one. Wonderfulness is good. That one time, I was sitting in my seat and there was a so called OL standing next to me I think. Wearing a professional suit with a knee-length skirt underneath. It was crowded, so I easily let my hand rest against her thigh, a little above the knee.
After resting there for a little while, and seeing that she didn’t react, I moved my hand up her thigh a little. It was already inside her skirt. A thrill went through me. Pretending to look behind me, I glanced upward as my head twisted. Well, she stood expressionless, her eyes looking out the car window pretending to be fine. Just as well, if you’re fine, what am I afraid of.
Originally, since she and I were facing at 90 degrees, my hand on the side resting on her leg was on the front. I started to slowly turn my wrist upwards to 90 degrees so that it was in contact with the inner side of her thigh. At the same time, my contact surface became the palm of my hand, which felt more sensitive. At this point, the upward movement of the hand didn’t stop. It finally stopped at the middle of the thigh.
Because I keep my upper arm against my body, my forearm is making the movement. If, in addition, I want to go up, the upper arm has to leave the body as well, and then the movement is greater. And, now that I’m in a very inward position, I don’t want to break the bottom again.
The palms of the hands stopped there and felt noticeably different. A little above the knee on the front of the thigh skin is very dense, the overall appearance is very straight, hand in the top of the movement, do not feel any resistance. In the middle of the thigh against the inner place, the skin is obviously thinner, more tender, but also slightly flaccid, the hand in the movement of the obvious feeling of sluggishness. At the same time, feel a hot air. Could it be the hot air emanating from that OL’s pussy? It could also be my own nervous heat.
As it happens, the car got stuck halfway down the road. Haha, it’s a godsend. I was having trouble getting my hand out. Her legs were twisting slightly, trying to get rid of my hand. Unfortunately, it’s not going to work with that little bit of amplitude.
Later, after half a day of congestion, the driver, unable to resist everyone’s demands, opened the door and left everyone to their own devices. When I got off the bus, I squeezed behind her again. Just put my hand on her ass, she suddenly turned around and said, squeeze what squeeze, well, how now angry, just now it. I think maybe now just butt was touched, everyone knows it does not matter. Just now, my hands are into her skirt, if everyone knows, her own face can not pass. Alas, she wants to save face. Next time, if she still doesn’t scream, what if someone touches her panties.
Another time, I was standing behind a girl. First I touched the edge of her ass. Then gradually moved to the center. Suddenly, I realized that there was no foreign feeling at all where there should normally be a band of panties. Until the middle of the ass, the entire ass cheeks were smooth. Since she was only wearing a skirt of very thin material dyed with flowers, basically, it was like touching directly on her ass. Whether it was no panties, or a thong or something like that, I don’t know.
Nowadays, I do it much less often on the bus. It’s usually just a matter of paying attention to situations where there’s little risk of someone getting naked. There are fewer bus rides now, and public transportation has evolved, so it’s not as crowded as it used to be. And, in recent years, there’s been too much talk of sexual harassment. It’s made everyone alert, and the women have dared to fight, unlike before when they were so shy and reserved and held back. When I started, the people who harassed and were harassed didn’t even know there was such a thing, so it’s clear that I’m ahead of my time again. Haha.
This is an article that little boys can learn from and little girls can defend themselves against. ^_^