This morning just read a version of the original in a BBS, then the heart is quite touching, so, have the idea of writing down their own experience to share with you. In fact, I’m going to tell this story is happening just past the National Day period ……
Time flows to September 30, 2003, and at this time I have been a 23-year-old boy, the school National Day holiday, because the first I have a neighboring brother to get married, so in the 30th holiday day I intend to be good, no matter how late to take the car also want to rush back to the train station tickets are as early as two days ago has been exhausted, it seems to be the only way to take the bus.
It suddenly started to drizzle in the afternoon, but I went to the long-distance bus station anyway. Perhaps to release the pent-up energy of the May Day holiday due to SARS, the station this holiday travelers, I finally climbed through the window of a late Iveco after more than three hours of queuing, and embarked on the road back to Qingdao.
This car is basically home students, to be settled down I looked out the window glanced to see the car started the moment there are hundreds of people waiting there, I have a kind of victor’s joy. Because of the holiday passenger cars illegal overloading over the investigation is very strict, so the driver at most can only be the car aisle row of temporary folding chairs full, not out of the station they do not dare to steal pull a guest.
Outside the rain seems to be bigger, the sky is also gradually dark, the car in the city turned to run to the Jinan-Qingdao Expressway. I was tired enough to wait in line for the car, and at this time also listlessly closed his eyes, muddy to sleep.
Suddenly, the car stopped at the side of the road, and the master driver secretly pulled up two more passengers.
The car is a man and a woman, I glanced lazily, heart muttered, this ghost driver, earn money do not want to die, the day is dark do not hurry to rush, but also soliciting passengers, the whole car seems to be difficult to tolerate this kind of approach of the driver, all muttered, and just got on the woman may feel very guilty, and hurriedly said I’m sorry, the side of the back to squeeze. When those two people squeezed to my seat, the last row of passengers realized that they wanted to go over and squeeze a seat with them, all yelling up, in a non-negotiable tone that the back is no longer able to sit.
Unable to help, these two people in the middle of the car can not go in and out. So the woman will use almost flattering tone to discuss with me: “Little brother, can you squeeze together to sit together, are in a hurry to go home, I think we should still be the hometown right?”
It was then that I sized her up, dressed in a beige sheath dress and flesh-colored stockings, just slightly chubby, with short clean hair, she looked okay, and figured she should be a young woman. “Oh,” I returned with great reluctance, moving my ass around as she sat down.
Actually, the rest of the story was not at all what I expected at the time. She took a seat to my left and the guy wasn’t so lucky and stood right behind me against the chair.
The woman sat down as if quite embarrassed, enthusiastic and I chatted up, from her words that her home is Jiaozhou, working alone in Jinan this side of the family and her husband and a 3-year-old child, and I also have a dozen did not have a dozen response to her.
Because the seat was too small, the two of us were tightly squeezed together. Because just before getting on the car was rained on, her clothes a little wet, leaning against my body, I obviously felt the warmth from her body. Perhaps indeed too tired, I lie down on the backrest in front of me again confused, accompanied by the bumps of the car, my drooping left hand from time to time to touch her hand.
Perhaps she felt that I was testing to her, suddenly, she grabbed my hand tightly. Then, both of our hands tightly entangled together, as if she was alone in Jinan for a long time without sex life repressed for a long time want to release in me, like a bitch in heat to find the door.
Her skin is still relatively delicate, long fingers, slippery, very soft, I still lie on the backrest in front, do not dare to move, for fear of people around me to find out what. But I have suppressed that stirring in this age, the other hand from the forehead under the withdrawal, quietly touch to her …… she seems to like it, and leaned toward me again.
Feeling my way in along the underwear, flat and smooth all the way, she was a little chubby, as perhaps she should be, with a baby bump, my hand paused there for a moment, drawing a few circles with my fingertips, twisting them badly, while laboriously making my way upstream again. Slowly, licking and devouring my hand along her smooth, delicate skin. It tickled her like a thick tongue licking her ass and thighs through her skirt.
Still, I was worried about someone else finding out, so I carefully wrung her skin and teased her body.
Just when I could no longer bring my hand forward, she leaned in to me again, and by this time we were glued together. Suddenly, the peaks turned and my hand ran into trouble and began to zigzag upwards. It was her breasts, big, big breasts, still so firm even though they were breasts that had nursed a child.
I first scratched the particles around the peaks with my hands, one by one, drawing circles around the peaks over and over, but I wasn’t in a hurry to mess with the cherry, like a greedy kitten staring dead in the face of two small fish contemplating how to do it. After I obviously felt her tits harden like something had been injected into them, I began to concentrate on her.
I use the index finger and thumb respectively pinch the nipple back and forth rotating rubbing, palm and the other three hands are at the same time on the other parts of the breast to play pressure, kneading, pinching, rubbing, pulling, popping …… through the street lamps shot in the weak light, I secretly glanced at her, that beautiful face as if blushing, a little bit of petulant slightly moaning breath, the I can feel that her whole body is soft and has no more a little bit of energy, which makes me very popular, as if capturing a prey.
Slowly, she too leaned forward onto the backrest in front of her, which made it easier for my hands to play, and in fact by this time my hands were in the perfect position to have a direct conversation with her breasts. I realized that my hands weren’t enough to grasp the huge tits, but I did my best to spread them out to form a bowl over the breasts, holding the whole thing hard, stroking them softly, and occasionally clenching them hard.
At this point she was gripping my left hand as if she was stimulated, and I think she would have screamed if it was just the two of us. Unfortunately, there were many other people in the car, otherwise she would have screamed, and I am very fond of low moans and slutty screams of women in excitement, I think that would be very exciting, and would bring me more motivation.
But after a short time of resting and groping, the hand that I had over my breasts, moved restlessly again: first five fingers gently began to massage in different parts, and immediately after that my palm was put into motion, her nipple was already under the palm of my hand, and I continued to press my palm and middle, ring and little fingers on her breasts, while my big and forefingers pinched the nipple gently and rotated it from side to side to fondle it.
But I’m not satisfied with this, I forcefully stretch my hand to the other breast, so that the big finger and little finger pressed on the nipple of one breast, the other three fingers did not hesitate to occupy the cleavage, the situation is like three arrows, each occupying a favorable terrain. At the same time that the middle three fingers were crawling in the cleavage, the thumb and little finger were also playing on their respective hills as if they were playing the piano. ……
At this moment, my left hand was clenched tightly by her did not idle, in her hand drilling around, I imagine her thumb and forefinger as two labia, gently rubbing between the fingers, stroking, I stretched out the middle finger, she clenched very well, this time, she clenched is not very tight, and then I gently thrust, imitating the appearance of lovemaking, the finger kept thrusting in her hand to rotate, every time she inserted, she was very good tightly clenched my fingers, as if the contraction of the hole during sex, sometimes I also put two fingers in her hand. Very good tightly clenched my finger, like the contraction of the hole during sex, occasionally I will use the inserted finger gently gouge her palm, sometimes I will also put two fingers in her hand.
I stole another glance at her and noticed that she looked like she was dying of intoxication and about to faint, her legs were clenched together and it was as if I could feel a stream of juices flowing out of her womb, and then I pulled out my penis and prepared to enter, the intimidatingly large organ causing her to feel slightly swollen and painful, and then she suddenly looked at me with a look of both love and hate and screamed out “No way, no way! ……”
Imagining all this, I was a bit pressed, and made a strong effort to draw back my left hand and lift my pants, my penis had long been majestic. By now, the bus had already hit the highway, and the entire bus had fallen asleep at this steady speed, minus the poor guy behind me who didn’t have a seat to sit on.
I looked at her, as if she understood, she got up and leaned over my ear and told me that I should use something to cover up, the car is full of old folks who are going home to be seen by people is not good. I laughed and obediently put the Qilu Evening News that I had with me on it, heh!
The thing was hidden behind a large newspaper like a candle running on oil, and the excitement was overwhelming. As if she couldn’t resist, she reached under the newspaper and unzipped my pants as soon as she could and slipped her hand inside. Then we both leaned over the front backrest again, our heads close together, and she gently ran her hand over my cock, and I kept running my hand over those huge breasts and fantasizing about the two of us lying naked on the bed entwined in intercourse.
Thinking of all this, I smiled, I never thought that I would be such a person, huh, maybe it’s too long repressed, I thought, then, I fully committed to this enjoyment, blowing gently towards her ear, moaning softly on purpose, I guess it would make her feel comfortable, and she was already completely intoxicated, masturbating me very attentively, even though it was with just one hand, but it still made me feel that She must be a sexual superhero. Pulling, rubbing, gently squeezing, rubbing my penis back and forth in my hand, I felt like flying, I didn’t know that masturbation could still be so enjoyable.
Because usually I am never masturbate, once I had a girlfriend and had sex, but since we broke up I have been repressing it and not getting it out. At this point, she also seemed to be unable to take it anymore and pulled my right hand out of her dress and put it on her lap, of course I knew what she wanted me to do, I began to gently tickle her through her stockings, I knew that at this point she must be feeling very itchy and wanted very much for my penis to be put into her cunt, and then to keep on fucking it until the climax of the occupation of the abused came accompanied by her screams.
As much as I wanted to, it was impossible. So I could only slowly feel my way up the leg, ahem! I blame my short arms, I couldn’t advance any further after touching the inside of my thighs, and if I wanted to touch further in then I would have to bend my waist down, but that was going to be noticed, so my hand stayed close to spinning around near my vagina, and that’s when she masturbated me more, I could hear her moaning in my ear in small voices ……
Just as she was playing with my cock at the rate of rubbing it back and forth several times a second, I suddenly felt a warm stream of heat gush out and jet onto the newspaper, and at the moment she was clutching my cock hard and not moving a muscle.
At this time, the car just traveled to Zibo road, because the highway is under repair, the car suddenly slowed down at this time the whole car in the sleeping people were awakened, muttering what happened, have not dealt with the aftermath of the work I can only be embarrassed to let the penis lying behind the newspaper.
And she seems to be very sophisticated, so as to do nothing happened, mouth muttering exhausted while standing up, and I also like a shocked panic hand back, to see her stretched out her hands holding the backrest in front of her, the lower half of her body tightly pressed against the backrest, I suddenly realized that my hand in just right.
I secretly glanced around, feeling that they wouldn’t be able to see anything, in such a dimly lit compartment, so, boldly, I slowly slipped my hand up her skirt, and she lowered her head and smiled at me like she was giving me encouragement.
I was secretly glad that one hand was climbing up and down her leg like a snake, but I wasn’t in a hurry to smack her pussy, even though I knew that she had been open to me there for a long time. I was still playing with the skin near her vagina, and slowly, slowly, slowly, I felt her legs begin to clamp down on my hand so hard that I could barely move it.
At this time, I again felt by a slippery sticky things trickle to the hand, I know, the time is ripe, I looked up to sneak a look at her, and found that she was looking at me with a kind of almost pleading eyes, I was worried about being found out that kind of strange eyes, I know that once a woman launched the love is even more will not take into account anything.
So I began to touch upwards. But still I was in no hurry to touch there, and crossing over to the flowing spring, my hand began to gently tickle her pubic hair, searching like a predator for something in that thick jungle.
Her pubic hair was lush and occasionally I would pull slightly harder and her body would give a slight shudder.
Sometimes I’d gently hold a strand of pubic hair between my index and middle fingers and pull and play with it, other times I’d use my whole palm to give it a big tug, her bottom was already flooded, and as my hand accidentally touched it down I could feel the stream begin to rise, the water filling the room silently, carrying with it a coolness and the scent of wild grasses.
So I teased a little bit of lewdness and touched it on my pubic hair, oh, it was as if she couldn’t stand it anymore, and I glimpsed her looking at me with hungry begging eyes, and I suddenly realized that I couldn’t play like this anymore, because she wasn’t allowed to stand for too long, or else she would have been noticed in a different way.
So, my hand moved down and zipped burst into the flooded stream, my fingers groping through the flood of lustful water searching for the labia, first! Her labia were thick and drooped a bit, probably so, having had a child’s pussy!
I started by clutching one labia and rubbing it constantly, tugging gently, flicking it with my fingers, and then, touching the other one as to be fair! Then, I clutched one piece between my thumb and forefinger, and gently tugged the other piece outward with my forefinger and middle finger.
In this way my hands swim in it, one moment is the breaststroke, a moment is the butterfly, the splash splash, like in the performance of the water ballet, I seem to hear the rain hit the banana ding dong sound seems to be in the accompaniment of this wonderful performance, the sound of the silk and bamboo sound moving heartstrings.
By this time, she was flooded with lust, I gently pressed my hand inside, and then, using my middle and ring fingers to separate her pussy lips which had already opened consciously, my thumb and forefinger began to caress her clitoris. I could feel that the clitoris was as hard and swollen as a tiny penis.
So I pulled it gently and rubbed it softly. Yes, sex is more than just intercourse, and sometimes stroking it with your hand will lead to more sexual fulfillment than intercourse because it’s mixed with a lot of sexual fantasies.
From time to time, I changed my pattern to masturbate her, while not forgetting to sneak a glance at her, she was biting her own lips in a pained gesture, and knowing that she couldn’t hold out any longer at all, I let my finger that was pressed against her pussy lips bounce directly on her clitoris, to maximize the sexual arousal of the woman beside me.
Finally I made a bold and determined thrust, letting my fingers lace back and forth, first with one finger, then two, three, up to four. Sometimes I would let my fingers linger inside for a moment, gently digging into the soft flesh inside, and with such a kind of undulating wave of impact, I sent her to heaven.
I knew that if it were just the two of us, at this moment she would be begging me to give it to her. Suddenly, her legs clenched tightly as if they were going to pinch my hand off, making it impossible for me to move my hand at all, and I felt an even bigger torrent flow out of her womb, her vagina was contracting, and yes, she had orgasmed.
I looked up at her, and she smiled and chimed in with a soft bark, as if she were moaning in pleasure like someone having an orgasm, no longer caring at all about the passengers around her. Slowly, her legs began to loosen, and I carefully withdrew my hand as she sat down. I looked back and wondered when the man standing behind us was watching us, causing me a moment of embarrassment.
The bus was still crawling at a snail’s pace, there were still passengers whining from time to time, I was a little tired, but she got excited and nagged me in the ear, of course, I’m not the kind of person who irresponsibly falls back to sleep after sex, I know that sometimes women need more pre-sex and post-sex caresses than feelings during sex, so we started to nag.
She always kept complimenting me on how good I was and stuff like that, and I told her I was average because that was my instinctive reaction, just going along with what I was saying. Then I ask her in one sentence how I’m different from her husband, when she got her first period, when she had sex for the first time, how it felt at the time, if she masturbates, and other boring topics.
The car finally broke out of the maintenance road and really got up to high speed. My mood is also good up, so I began to tell her about the ancient Chinese Joyful Buddha, tell the story of “Lewinsky Confessions”, tell “Madame Bovary” tell the Japanese cartoon I have seen, and I have seen the A film with the feeling of Japanese, Western European, Chinese women have sex with the different moans, reflections, preferred positions and so on …… Sometimes I gave Sometimes I tell her a little colorful jokes, she will use her hand to wring me like a fierce anger ……
Near midnight, at a time when stories are easy to come by, the car slowly pulled into Qingdao. I got off the bus before her, just as I was ready to get up and pack my bags, she took out a business card from her bag and handed it to me, asking me to be able to contact her when I returned to Jinan, I nodded and grabbed my bag and got out of the car. …… In fact, the beginning of the school year has been a long time, but I still did not contact her, because I am still timid, perhaps to take the first step is difficult! But again, there is a constant stirring inside telling myself that I want to! For the first time, it took a lot of effort to get this post up with people knowing about it. It’s my real experience, not just a bunch of nonsense, and I hope you’ll give me the courage to continue! Thanks! At the same time I don’t want people to just assume what a nasty person I am because of this, in reality I’m a shy tomboy I guess!