Code: NHDTA-983
Release date: 2017-05-03
Runtime: 04:07:42
Actresses: Ai Mukai Mai Imai Aoi Mizutani
Genres: Academy Uniform Shame Minimal Mosaic Egg Vibrator
Makes: Natural High
Label: Absolutely Ikumon ...
Tags: Naturalhigh NHDTA
The Fateful Bus Ride
I boarded the familiar bus at 7 PM after an exhausting day at work. My light-gray office dress clung to my body, and my long hair still held the faint scent of perfume. The bus was more crowded than usual; I had to stand in the middle section, holding onto the handrail with one hand.
Then, he stepped on. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a chiseled face and deep, captivating eyes. He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing firm forearms. His gaze swept over me and then lingered—a brief moment, yet long enough for me to feel a surge of heat.
As the bus swayed, he stood right behind me, his body pressing close. Through the thin fabric of my dress, I could feel the warmth radiating from him. A masculine scent—sandalwood and bergamot—mingled in the cramped space.
The bus braked suddenly; I lurched backward, my back pressing against his chest. His hand reached around to steady my hip—a gesture that seemed polite but made my heart race wildly.
"Sorry," he whispered close to my ear, his warm breath brushing against my neck. "It's so crowded."
I nodded, not daring to turn around. But I felt it clearly—something hard pressing against my buttocks through the fabric of his trousers. He didn't pull away; instead, he pressed even closer.
His hand remained on my hip, his fingers moving slightly to trace small circles over the fabric. I gritted my teeth, trying to stay calm, but my body betrayed me—my nipples hardened and tightened beneath my bra.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked, his voice deep and warm.
I shook my head, answering honestly without really knowing why.
His hand tightened slightly on my hip, pulling me even closer against his body. Through the thin fabric of my skirt, I could feel the hardness pressing against the cleft of my buttocks—large, hot, and full of promise. A shiver ran down my spine.
"Do you like it?" he whispered, his lips grazing the rim of my ear.
I didn't answer, but my body spoke volumes—my legs pressed together then parted, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
The vehicle stopped at a deserted station. He took my hand and pulled me out with him. I didn't resist; my legs followed him as if I were under a spell.
He led me into a small, pitch-black alley, illuminated only by the faint glow of a distant streetlamp. He turned me around and pressed me against the cold brick wall. Before I could utter a word, his lips crashed onto mine—hot and hungry.
His tongue slid into my mouth, exploring every corner. His hands moved down, lifting my skirt and sliding my lace panties down to my thighs. The cool air touching my sensitive skin made me shiver.
"I want you right now," he said, his voice thick and husky. "Right here."
He undid his trousers and lowered the zipper. His cock sprang free—large and fully erect, the head flushed pink and glistening. He slid his hand between my legs, his fingers grazing my soaked folds.
"You're wet," he chuckled with satisfaction. "Wet for me."
He lifted one of my legs, wrapping it around his waist, and thrust his cock inside me. I gasped sharply as he filled me—stretching me tight, hot, and driving deep enough to take my breath away.
"Oh... baby..." I moaned, digging my fingernails into his shoulders.
He began to move—slowly at first, with deep, powerful thrusts that drove all the way to the hilt. Then, the pace quickened and grew more forceful; with every thrust, my body slammed against the wall behind me.
"You're so tight," he growled, his hot breath against my neck. "Holding onto me like this... I want to come right now."
"Don't..." I gasped. "Please... don't stop..."
He leaned down, taking my nipple into his mouth through the thin fabric, his tongue swirling against the cloth. A wave of pleasure surged from my breast through my entire body, making me shudder in his arms.
I felt the contractions begin deep within—my body tightened around him, pulling him deeper. He groaned loudly; his final thrust was so powerful I thought I might shatter.
At that same moment, I climaxed—an orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave, making my legs tremble and my vision blur. He followed immediately, spilling deep inside me in hot, surging waves.
We stood there, panting, our bodies pressed together in the dark alley. He pulled out, hiked up my panties, and smoothed down my skirt—as if nothing had just happened.
"What's your name?" he asked, zipping up his trousers.
"Linh," I whispered, still trembling.
"I'm Minh." He smiled, giving me one last look. "Maybe we'll meet again."
Then he turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the dark alley—my body still warm, the taste of him lingering on my lips.
I didn't know the street name, his phone number, or anything else about him. But every time I boarded that 7 p.m. bus, my heart would race, hoping to see the man who had conquered me in a single night.
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