Chapter 2: An Unexpected Encounter

  My uncle's house is a sunny one with a living room and two bedrooms, and my cousin's bedroom is the innermost.

  Maybe because she hadn't expected anyone to come home at this time, her cousin's door was also not closed all the way, leaving a small gap.

  I tiptoed to the door of my cousin's bedroom, and the sound inside became clearer, but it was no longer "ah" sounds, but had turned into humming sounds. Could it be that my cousin had a stomachache? But shouldn't a stomachache be accompanied by cries of "ouch ouch"? Why would she be humming instead?

  Besides, Cousin's humming sound seems to be quite enjoyable, it doesn't sound like the kind of voice people make when they're in pain?

  I peeped through the crack of the door, looking inside. The crack was very small, and because there was a wardrobe in front of the wall on this side of the door, it blocked my line of sight, so I didn't see anything.

  At this time, I suddenly heard my cousin's voice getting louder and louder, and it turned into a "ah ah" sound, as if she was crying.

  What is your older cousin sister doing?

  Are you doing that kind of thing with someone else?

  At this thought, my mind went blank for a moment, the blood in my body seemed to flow faster, and my face became scorching hot.

  The experience of that time when I was on the bus immediately flashed into my mind, and that open-minded and bold woman quickly occupied my brain. A small tent had already been set up below.

  Last summer vacation I went back to my hometown. On the last day of the holiday, I went to the highway on the edge of the village to wait for the bus, and waited until after 2 pm before the bus arrived.

  As soon as I got on the bus, I asked and found out that there was a problem on the road, which made me wait for several hours in vain.

  Our home is far from the city where our uncle's family lives. By calculating the time, it is estimated that we can only arrive at the place after 10 pm.

  No choice, I got on the bus and took a look, the front was already full, only the last row was left, it was a connected five-seat, the bus was a bit dark because of the sunlight, all the curtains were pulled up.

  Due to my severe nearsightedness, even with glasses on, I still felt very unadapted and slowly made my way backwards by feeling around.

  The car is a large passenger bus with very comfortable seats and a great distance between the front and rear seats.

  At the back of the car is a row of five-seat connected together.

  At first, I thought there was no one. After taking a closer look, I found that on the left side, a girl was leaning against the seat with her hair slightly curled and very fashionable. Her face was tilted inward against the seat, so it was hard to see what she looked like. She was dressed in a very fashionable way, wearing a black T-shirt with a very low neckline. Because she was leaning against the seat, two RFs were squeezed out of the T-shirt collar, forming a deep cleavage.

  It seems she has fallen asleep.

  I didn't dare look again, moved closer to the rightmost seat, took off my glasses and put them in my breast pocket, then sat down.

  I rubbed my glasses, people with good eyesight don't know the suffering of us nearsighted folks, every day wearing a pair of over 1000 degrees of nearsighted glasses, after a long time the nose gets pressed and usually gets rhinitis, and the glasses also often feel tired, so I take off this broken glasses whenever I have the chance.

  Now on the bus, it's naturally not in use.

  I massaged the area around my eyes with my hands for a while, feeling much more relaxed. I looked outwards and actually couldn't see anything, only sensing many blurry things constantly receding into the distance.

  Let's take a rest for a while.

  I closed my eyes and my right hand casually swung towards the seat.

  Along with the "Aiyo" of the woman on the far left, my hand slapped against something smooth and then slid down onto the seat.

  What was it? I subconsciously looked down, a blur.

  Today, without glasses, how can you see clearly?

  Instinctively, I raised my hand and touched it again, this time I felt it.

  Very smooth, very delicate, with a texture like a woman's skin. I continued to touch downwards, damn, it was just a foot.

  "Have you had enough?" came a woman's voice from the left.

  Oh no, I won't be playing the rogue unintentionally anymore.

  I felt for my glasses and put them on. I looked to the left, and indeed, that woman was already awake and staring at me.

  She must be thirty-one or two, her face is oval in shape, with a delicate mouth and two curved lines at the corners of her lips, extremely beautiful curves that support a plump but not loose face. Because she just woke up, it can also be said that I woke her up, her black, long hair is slightly disheveled, which makes her even more charming.

  I was very nervous, afraid that she would shout "hooligan", but there was no sign of anger on her face.

  I looked down and saw that the woman was reclining on this row of seats, her two feet were right next to my buttocks, and she wasn't wearing socks, they were very white.

  Myopia is really harmful, I told others that they may not believe it, at first I didn't notice that her lower body was also on the seat.

  This is a very beautiful foot, small and delicate, with one foot lazily half-lying on the other, the sole presenting an elegant arc shape, the toenails painted with bright nail polish, making people want to hold it in their arms and caress it.

  Looking up again, a pair of slender legs were smooth and tender, like a lotus root, slightly arched, and a silk blue skirt with scattered flowers barely reached the top of her knees, tightly wrapping her plump buttocks inside.

  I don't know what scenery is inside.

  Unexpectedly, I'm in the mood to appreciate it at this moment.

  Isn't this exactly the typical gaze of a pervert?

  My face suddenly became scorching hot.

  "Right, sorry, I didn't mean to." He was so nervous that he stuttered a bit.

  "Have you had enough? How old are you now, still so naughty." She said, with a hint of a smile on her lips.

  "I really didn't mean to, I swear." I hastily defended myself.

  She glanced at me, suddenly pulled down her face, leaned against it and fell asleep again, stretching her legs towards me, this time, two feet were exactly on the left side of my buttocks.

  Her foot had just kicked me, and I suddenly felt a bulge below, wearing little in the summer, my pants were immediately tented.

  That woman closed her eyes and didn't move at all, leaning against... wouldn't she really fall asleep that quickly?

  My little DD is very uncomfortable because of being tied up by pants, I really want to move and adjust it, this is really hard.

  Her buttocks were tightly pressed against a pair of jade feet, and the right side was tightly attached to the carriage. If she moved, her foot stretched out again, and I didn't even have a place to sit.

  This woman can really sleep, I had no choice but to calm down and slowly the swelling sensation below disappeared, and I also slowly fell asleep with the swaying of the bus.

  I don't know how long I slept, but I feel a bit cramped and my nose is itchy, I want to sneeze.

  I raised my right hand and rubbed my nose, and my left hand moved casually, unexpectedly touching something soft.

  I suddenly woke up and wondered if I had touched someone's foot again.

  I opened my eyes to see a pitch-black scene. I slightly moved my head, and my nose started itching again. I quickly rubbed my nose with my right hand.

  Hey, what's this thing in my pocket?

  I took a closer look and found that what was making my nose itch was a slightly curly hair.

  Take another look around, the woman who was originally leaning on the far left is now leaning against my left shoulder, sleeping soundly. But what really made me feel astonished and made my blood boil again was that my left hand had somehow wrapped itself around her left shoulder and down, and was now covering her full and sensual butt through her clothes.

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