A young woman without underwear (a mature wife adult novel)

When I was a high school student, I went to school by bus. At that time, there were no student buses on the bus line where my home was, so I took a regular bus. Since it is an ordinary bus, of course ordinary office workers will take it. Moreover, the seats on the bus I took were like those on a train, arranged in rows with an aisle in the middle. The morning rush hour is usually very crowded, but I go to a good school and I look gentle, so at least I'm not too annoying! So these external conditions are my best cover.

Dear readers, you may think that I am a pervert who does all kinds of evil things, but you are wrong! I actually have no interest in girls of the same age, and I am usually just pursued by those girls! On the contrary, I admire some mature office workers.

Among the crowd of women waiting for the bus at the bus stop, I really admired an older sister who was an office worker. She had an elegant temperament and was well-dressed. She was always carried by a man on a motorcycle to wait for the bus. Looking at the man she was hugging, I thought that man was either her boyfriend or her husband. Originally, I didn't have any big actions or intentions towards her, I just liked seeing her, and I paid a lot of attention to her manners and dress.

One day when we were getting on the bus, everyone was huddled together without queuing up, and I happened to be in front of her.
Because there were so many people, everyone was pushing forward, so naturally she was forced to push towards me. I didn’t know what was going on? Suddenly all my nerves were focused on my back because she was holding her purse in one hand with her fingers pressing against my hips, and with the other hand she was holding the ticket against my shoulder. I guess she was protecting her breasts?

Suddenly, a woman's back of her hand was pressed against my buttocks, and the friction and movement caused by the pushing aroused my interest. In fact, I could have avoided her, but I didn't want to give up this opportunity. I suddenly turned around and glared at her, then glanced at her hand holding the purse... She had already felt guilty at this time, and it was obvious that she felt very embarrassed.

After getting on the bus, I found an opportunity to block in front of her and stand face to face with her. I pretended to be very unhappy and looked at her wantonly, while she lowered her head shyly and embarrassedly. Then as more and more people got on the bus, the distance between her and me became closer and closer, and finally we were sticking close to each other. I guess it's psychological? !
Her original protective posture was gone, she let go of her handbag and only held the shoulder straps with her hands. Instead, my hands were holding the bag against her lower abdomen, and as the car shook, the back of my palm was rubbing against her lower abdomen.

I feel guilty, but also very comfortable! Her reaction was just to turn away with her blushing face. People say: If you get an inch, you will get more! I also stretched out my fingers and rubbed them directly on the depression of her lower abdomen. I was actually more nervous than excited! To be honest, I didn't touch anything, and I didn't feel it was as outrageous as what is written in the A books! But what I can be sure of is: she is really shy and not just pretending!

Since I got off the bus earlier than her, before I got off the bus, I took advantage of the crowd to hide under my schoolbag.
I opened my palm and stroked her buttocks piece by piece. I felt the line formed by the edge of her panties and her buttocks, as well as the two bumps on her buttocks. Wow! So cool! ! I was intoxicated by this situation all day long!

When I saw her again the next day, we were both a little embarrassed and I didn't want to keep my eyes on her. When the bus came, I bravely squeezed in and grabbed a seat. She was slow and when she got in, there was no seat left! She was standing only one row away from where I was sitting, so I could see her. I noticed that her eyes were also on me, but fortunately there was no malice in them! So I started focusing my gentle and not-too-annoying gaze on her. After the journey, she felt flustered and uncomfortable!

In the next few days, I would continue to search for her gaze in the car, and I think she seemed to be used to me looking at her like this. One day I wanted to play a trick on her on purpose. When I knew she was standing near me, I didn't even look at her from beginning to end. It was not until I was about to get off the bus that I noticed that she was looking at me with a puzzled look. Ha! She still cares a lot!

Then one evening after school, when I got on the bus, I was surprised to see her on the bus. There were not many people on the bus at that time and there were still empty seats, but I still walked over to her seat and stood next to her, and the window seat next to her was empty. She saw me standing still for a while, then she moved to the window seat, but I still didn't move.
She might have felt quite embarrassed. She tilted her head to look at me, then patted the chair and asked me to sit down. I sat down without hesitation.

The seat was not big, so we were leaning against each other. Actually, I did it on purpose. I put my schoolbag on my thigh and placed my hand between her thigh and mine. I moved my palm slowly to stroke her thigh in stockings, which made her cross her legs and put them together. Finally, she probably couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to grab my hand, and then I had no choice but to put my hand down! I saw her face flushed and her neck thick as she panted and stared at me, but there was an ambiguous look in her eyes.

At this time, I reached my hand from behind her to her back, and I used my fingers to pick at her bra straps. She twisted and turned to dodge, and I tried to unfasten the back clasp of her bra, but she was scared! She whispered, "
Don't go too far! "

I said guiltily, "How could I?" I crossed my arms and hugged my chest. Then, under the cover of my arms, I used my fingers to touch her bra cup. Although there was a bra in between, I could still feel the softness of her breasts.

Although I had touched my eldest sister's breasts before, this was the first time for an outsider. It felt very fresh and nervous. Of course, I was eager to fully grasp her breasts. I thought about it for a while, and then I stood up slightly under the pretext of opening the car window. When I opened the window with one hand, my other hand took advantage of the opportunity and grabbed one of her breasts. I was so happy! She was nervously adjusting her shirt, trying not to be seen. I could understand her uneasiness, but my goal was achieved, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.

She panted and said, "You are so brave! How can you do this..."

I still had my smug smile on my face and didn't say anything, since we were almost at the station anyway. As I was about to get off the bus, I whispered in her ear, "I want your panties!"

She was a little panicked and said, "Speak again!"

I said, "Or you don't wear underwear tomorrow!"

She got angry: "You're still talking!" Then she turned her face to the window and ignored me.

She didn't get off the car either. I don't know why, but I went home with a victorious smile on my face.

The next morning, when I was waiting for the bus, she ignored me with a stern face, and she also ignored me after getting on the bus. I looked closely at her skirt.
Trying to find traces of her panties. ah! So disappointing, she was wearing underwear! But when I was about to get off the bus, she handed me a plastic bag of 7-11. I was so nervous!

I went to a secluded place on campus, took it out and looked at it. It was a pair of pink and purple panties! The style is quite conservative.
It was washed, so it smelled nice, and there was a note on it that said, "Fuck you! Pervert!"

During this day, I ran to the bathroom after almost every get out of class. What was I doing? Think about it yourself!

After school, I tried to get to my bus stop before her and waited for her. After waiting for a long time, she finally got off the bus. She was a little surprised to see me, and then she showed a strange and playful smile and said, "Can your mother wear it?" I said:
"Sister, stop making trouble!" Then they chatted slowly and casually.

Then she said she wanted to take another bus to go home. I teased her mischievously, "I want the one you're wearing!" She said, "Cut it out! We're outside, how can that be?" I pointed to the gas station across the street. She looked at it for a while, then said, "Wait a minute!" She walked across the street to the bathroom at the gas station across the street.

About 7 or 8 minutes! Watching her walk back. Ha ha! Her walking posture was very strange. Even though there was no wind, she was still holding the hem of her skirt and her feet were still turned inward. When she gave it to me, she said, "It's not clean, it's not washed!"
But I saw she was still wearing stockings, so I asked her, "You're still wearing stockings! How did you take them off?" She said:
"What the hell do you care!" He even hit me on the head!

Then she said she was going home and told me not to follow her, otherwise I would never see her again. I asked her to leave her phone number, but she refused. However, she wrote down mine.

That night she called me and talked to me for a long time. She was very interested in what happened between me and my older sister. She said her younger brother in elementary school would also look through her underwear in the bathroom, and he was so scared that he hung his underwear in his room...

From then on, we would chat naturally every morning. On the surface, we looked like brother and sister, but in fact, the content of our chats was all restricted. We had talked seriously about our relationship and we both agreed that it was a way to relieve the stress in our lives (an excuse).

When it was about a month before my college entrance exam, she said that she would be transferred to another position soon and there would be no chance for us to meet in the future. I nervously asked her to meet me at the bus stop. We talked for a long time after we met. I asked her to go to the hotel with me, but she refused no matter what I tried to persuade her. She even refused to have a cup of coffee. I remember that I begged her with red eyes, and finally she only agreed to give me another pair of underwear, and then we went to the gas station across the street together.

I asked to go in with her, but she refused at first. Then I mentioned the example of my eldest sister, and it really worked!
She agreed! Then we are busy choosing whether to go to the men's or women's restroom? Finally, I chose the men's restroom because there are two men's restrooms. Boys mostly go to the restroom to urinate and rarely use the restrooms, so it is safe and relatively clean.

After entering, she lifted up her skirt and asked me to take it off myself. It was pure white underwear, and a very conservative style. When I took off her panties, I saw that she had very little pubic hair. I wanted to touch her labia, but she refused. She whispered to me that she was still a virgin and I could only look but not touch. In fact, I touched her several times while we were pulling each other, but she just couldn't accept my caress.

After taking her panties, I hugged her tightly and rubbed her breasts with my face. She also held my head and said with pity, "Are you and your sister like this too?" I nodded and put my hand into her T-shirt.
I stroked her bra, touched the back clasp and opened it when she wasn't paying attention!

She didn't expect me to take off her bra and she started struggling! Just at this moment someone came in to urinate, and she didn't dare to make any sound, so I rubbed her breasts even more unscrupulously.

Her breasts were similar to my elder sister's, but my elder sister's nipples were lighter in color. I saw her brows were twisted together, she looked very excited but also very sad. I also put her nipples in my mouth, and I couldn't help but think of my elder sister's nipples.
I really miss it! So I cherish the opportunity in front of me very much.

While I was licking and sucking her nipples, I was caressing her vagina with my hands until her legs became limp... After I had licked enough, I considerately helped her fasten her bra and pull up her T-shirt. At this time, she was leaning against the wall, panting and looking at me. I didn't know if she had an orgasm?

I took out my penis reluctantly and asked her to hold it. She didn't dare to look at it and just held it with her eyes closed. I grabbed her hand and guided her to masturbate me. Since we were both very nervous, I ejaculated soon!

After we had tidied up and made sure no outsiders came in, we "escaped" from the gas station as quickly as possible! Then they left one on the left and one on the right in tacit understanding! I was in a terrible mood that night. I kept touching the two pairs of underwear.