By Xiao Ming

My name is Xiao Ming. I am twenty-one years old. When I was serving in the military, I was stationed in Kaohsiung, so every time we had a break, I would take the long-distance bus back and forth between Taoyuan and Kaohsiung. Once, during a long holiday, I bought a ticket for the Tonglian bus back to Taoyuan. As I boarded with my luggage, I noticed the front-left seat was empty. That was my favorite spot—directly above the driver, with nothing but a wide pane of glass in front of me. It was the perfect vantage point; whatever a person did in that seat, no one behind them would ever know.

Quite a few times, I had used that seat to flash my cock or stroke my dick, and the sensation was incredibly thrilling and exhilarating. As the bus sped down the highway, I would boldly strip off my trousers, leaving my lower half bare to satisfy the rush of exposure. In truth, I had learned this daring habit from hearing about several girls who did the same.

That particular day, my leave began at seven, but because I was assigned to extra duty, I didn't leave the barracks until nearly nine. After grabbing a quick dinner, I headed to the bus station to buy a ticket. I boarded at the Nanzi station in Kaohsiung, on a bus departing from the Jianguo station. There were already some passengers on board, but since it wasn't very crowded and I had killed some time, I caught the bus after eleven. As soon as I stepped on, I made a beeline for my favorite seat.

To my disappointment, someone had already claimed it. It was a woman, and she was already fast asleep. I had no choice but to take the empty seat behind her. Of course, having a woman sleeping right in front of me was a gift. She looked quite sultry; she was wearing a long, black-and-white striped T-shirt that functioned almost like a mini-dress. As she leaned to the side against the seatback, the hem of her shirt had ridden up, exposing a large portion of her thigh.

The neckline of her long T-shirt was wide, revealing one of her fragrant, porcelain shoulders. Beneath the fabric, her black bra and the deep valley of her cleavage were clearly visible; all I had to do was stand up slightly and lean forward to take in the entire view. A heavy scent of alcohol wafted from her, which explained why no one wanted to sit behind her. This gave me the perfect opportunity to continuously ogle her sleeping form.

After dozing off for about half an hour, I woke up and went to the restroom. When I returned to my seat, I glanced at her again. Her sleeping posture hadn't changed; she must have been in a very deep sleep. I took a step toward her seat and checked the passengers behind us. Since it was a night bus, the cabin was quiet; most people were asleep, and those who were awake were listening to MP3 players to pass the time.

I quietly sat down in the empty space beside her. She was facing the window with her back to me, which meant her buttocks were facing my direction. I gently pressed my hand against her rear, watching closely for any reaction. The smell of booze was indeed potent. When I gave her butt a light squeeze, she didn't budge. I tried a firmer grip, but she still showed no sign of waking. My first thought was that she was completely wasted.

Driven by this bold assumption, I feigned a gentle tap on her arm, calling out, "Miss? Miss?" once or twice, but there was still no response. Wanting to see her face, I grew daring and gently rolled her over. She wasn't just sleeping; her body had the heavy, limp weight of a drunkard. As I turned her, she slumped into a sitting position, her head lolling back. With her legs stretched out, they fell wide open.

She had shoulder-length hair. Leaning down to look at her, I saw that she wasn't wearing any shorts or safety panties under that long T-shirt—only a pair of black panties that seemed to match her bra. Though she wore heavy makeup, her face didn't have the look of a girl who lived to flirt. I tried once more to wake her by patting her cheeks, but she was truly lost to the world.

Curiously, I reached for her bag near the window and rummaged through it. It was filled with cosmetics and a light jacket. She had no wallet, just a small coin purse. I didn't take any money, as there was less than a thousand dollars inside. Searching the small zippered compartment, I found her ID. Like me, she was from Taoyuan, born in '89, making her a few years younger than me. Her name was Chiu Hsiao-ju.

Without taking anything, I tucked her bag back. I stood up slightly to scan the passengers behind us; the situation remained the same. I confirmed that Hsiao-ju was in a state of total intoxication. I had no idea how she had managed to board the bus like this, but it seemed fate had provided a soldier like me with a perfect chance to take advantage of her.

Even so, I didn't want to be too rough in case she suddenly woke up. I placed my hands on her breasts, gently kneading and squeezing them. Even through her clothes and bra, her breasts felt incredibly soft and heavy—likely a C-cup. As she sat there with her head tilted back and her mouth slightly agape, the smell of alcohol didn't bother me; having spent much time drinking with seniors in the army, the scent was quite familiar.

While one hand massaged her breast, the other cupped her head to pull her into a kiss. She remained completely unresponsive as I slid my tongue into her mouth, swirling it around. The moment my tongue entered Hsiao-ju's mouth, it felt as though my entire body had merged with hers, sending a surge of excitement through me.

Seeing that she still hadn't reacted to the kiss, I wrapped my left arm around her back, reaching under her left armpit to grab her breast, pulling her closer to my body. With my right hand, I lifted her right leg and draped it over my lap. Her legs were now spread wide, and the hem of her long T-shirt had rolled up toward her hips. Even just sitting there, her panties were in plain sight.

At this moment, Hsiao-ju was sitting in the very first row of the bus, her thighs spread wide to reveal her small panties to the windshield. This was even more thrilling than the times I had flashed my cock in public. I pressed my hand against her panties, feeling the heat of her crotch, and began to tease her through the fabric with my middle finger. My left hand continued to knead her breast while my mouth remained locked with hers in a deep, tongue-lashing kiss.

By now, I was certain she was a "complete corpse"—so drunk she was beyond sensation. My right hand alternated between teasing her slit through the fabric and sliding under the hem to stroke her lower abdomen and belly. Eventually, I rolled the T-shirt all the way up to her waist, leaving her lower half clad only in those black panties. As she responded physiologically to my touch, I could feel through the fabric that her panties were already soaked in a large patch of moisture.

Knowing Hsiao-ju wouldn't wake, and realizing we still had two or three hours before reaching Taoyuan, I realized there was plenty of time to play. I slid my hand inside her panties, first teasing her clitoris with my fingertip. Finding her quite wet, I slowly slid my middle finger into her slit. She still didn't react; it was incredible how drunk a woman could get.

I began to finger her, sliding my middle finger in and out, then adding my index finger to double the sensation. Soon, the palm of my hand was rubbing her clitoris in rhythm with the thrusting of my fingers. As the pace quickened, her body suddenly gave a sharp, convulsive twitch. For a moment, a flash of worry crossed my mind—would she wake up?

But she didn't. Instead, as my fingers worked her, she suddenly released a spurt of nectar that startled me. She was leaking quite a bit of arousal; fortunately, her panties were there to catch it, though they were now completely drenched. My own desire was reaching a breaking point. Checking the passengers one last time and seeing they were still oblivious, I stripped off my shorts and boxers, letting my hard cock spring free.

I took her right hand and guided it to wrap around my shaft, beginning to stroke myself with her hand. A woman's hand was truly different from my own rough grip; Hsiao-ju's skin was incredibly soft and smooth. As my glans began to secrete pre-cum, I used her palm to smear the moisture around, making my cock slick and ready.

With her slit wet and my cock lubricated, a bold idea took hold: I wanted to fuck her right here on the bus. I shifted my position, moving her so she was kneeling on the seat, facing left, her body draped over the chair. Her long T-shirt was pushed up to just below her breasts. Looking at her arched backside, her panties were already half-soaked. I reached down and slid them off, though because she was kneeling, they only slid down to her upper thighs.

I knelt one leg on the seat and braced the other on the floor, positioning my head slightly higher than the seatback. This allowed me to keep a watchful eye on the passengers behind us. Spreading her cheeks wide, I lined my cock up with her entrance. Because the bus was in motion, I didn't want to miss, so once aimed, I thrust in one heavy, decisive motion. The combination of her natural wetness and my lubrication made the entry surprisingly smooth.

Despite the lubrication, her passage was incredibly tight—it felt as though she wasn't a woman who had much sexual experience. Bracing my left hand on the seatback and my right on her waist, I began to thrust with urgency. There was a rhythmic *slap-slap* sound of my pelvis hitting her buttocks, but the roar of the bus engine and the heavy scent of alcohol from her seemed to mask everything. With the rows behind us empty, I could fuck her to my heart's content.

The thrill of the risk—the fear of being caught by passengers, combined with the voyeuristic excitement of our union being visible through the windshield—made my cock harder than ever. Since Hsiao-ju was so deeply unconscious, there was no fear of her moaning, allowing me to thrust even more recklessly. After about ten minutes of intense fucking, the urge to climax hit me. I hesitated for a second, wondering whether to finish inside her, but the tight, enveloping sensation of her walls was too much. Before I could even pull out, I erupted deep inside her.

As my body shuddered with the release of my semen, I reached into her bag for some tissues. I pulled my cock out and quickly used the tissues to catch the semen as it leaked from her slit. Once she was cleaned and her lower body was tidied, I pulled her panties back up, smoothed her shirt, and adjusted her into a more natural sitting position.

Though my lust was sated, I knew that in her state, she wouldn't wake up even when we reached Taoyuan. A new idea formed in my mind. I pulled all my luggage to the front seat and sat close to her, letting her sleep against me like a couple. My hands wandered over her body, occasionally slipping under her clothes to feel her warm skin.

Eventually, the exhaustion caught up to me, and we both fell asleep. It wasn't until we were nearing Taoyuan that I woke up. My hands immediately became restless again, roaming over Hsiao-ju's body. She remained dead to the world. When we finally arrived at the station, I gathered our bags and luggage and hoisted her onto my back, carrying her off the bus as if she were my girlfriend. A taxi driver approached me, but I declined.

Despite carrying her, she wasn't heavy. After walking a considerable distance, we reached a park. I headed toward the restrooms and entered a large, accessible stall, locking the door behind us. I didn't want to take her home and risk trouble, and since I was still in the military, a hotel wasn't quite in the budget. This stall was clean and the floor was dry, so I laid her down on the ground.

Under the bright lights, I could see her more clearly. She wasn't particularly tall, only reaching my chin, though she had long, slender legs. I had realized she was thin while fucking her on the bus, but her breasts were impressively large. Her drunken face held an innocent, almost pure quality. Convinced she would sleep for a long time, I decided it was time for a second round.

I stripped off her long T-shirt and removed her bra and panties. I tucked her intimate apparel away into my luggage to keep as a memento. Before me lay a beautiful, unconscious naked woman. I stripped off all my clothes as well. My first instinct was to shove my cock into her mouth, but a drunk person might find that awkward or uncomfortable.

Instead, I climbed on top of her, kneading her breasts and sucking on her nipples as I worked my way down. When my hand reached her slit, I found she was already soaking wet, as if she were born to be fucked. Kneeling between her legs, I lifted her thighs, lined myself up, and thrust deep inside her.

Hsiao-ju was so tight that every stroke provided intense sensory stimulation. As I pounded into her, I whispered her name, "Hsiao-ju, Hsiao-ju... I'm going to fuck you to death..." The air in the stall was filled with the sounds of my lewd whispers and the wet *slap* of our bodies colliding. She remained so deep in her stupor that she didn't even groan.

Then, I flipped her over onto her stomach, lifting her hips high so her rear was thrust toward the ceiling. I drove my cock into her from behind once more. To think, on a simple holiday, without spending a dime on a prostitute, I could fuck a girl this beautiful and this drunk. I gripped her waist and hammered into her relentlessly. She lay limp on the floor, completely unreactive.

After another ten minutes of intense pounding, the climax came again, and I flooded her insides with thick, hot semen. The thought of knowing my seed was deep inside a total stranger was incredibly erotic. As I pulled out, the semen trickled slowly from her opening. I let her lie there while I sat on the toilet to catch my breath.

A new thought struck me. After resting, I went to the sink, lathered some soap into a rich foam, and returned to her. I lifted her hips and applied the foam to her anus, mixing it with the semen and juices leaking from her vagina. Once lubricated, I aimed for her rear and slowly began to push inside.

Anal sex is incredibly tight; I had to use a rhythmic "three steps forward, one step back" motion to ease my way in. Eventually, my cock was fully buried in her. Hsiao-ju showed no sign of pain, proving just how wasted she was. I was completely lost in the tight, gripping sensation of her anus; the pressure was so intense it almost felt a little painful for me.

Because it was so tight, the stimulation was overwhelming. Before long, I couldn't hold back and came deep inside her rectum. Even as my cock began to soften, the tightness of her was so addictive that I didn't pull out. I simply lay on her back, my shaft still buried in her. After a few minutes, feeling my cock harden once more, I decided to move away from her anus to avoid coming too quickly.

I pulled out and helped her sit up on the toilet, leaning her back against the tank. I hooked her legs around the metal handrails to keep her steady. This allowed me to fuck her from the front while simultaneously kneading her breasts. Watching this beautiful, drunken girl remain motionless while I took her was intoxicating. I leaned in to kiss her again, my tongue dancing with hers.

I savored every inch of Hsiao-ju's naked, drunken body. Every thrust was powerful, because a "complete corpse" like this doesn't come around every day. As she lay there with a dazed, lewd expression, she probably had no idea she was being used all night long. Finally, one last time, I emptied myself inside her while holding her in a tight embrace.

As I withdrew, watching the semen flow from her, a thought crossed my mind: if she were in her fertile window, she might even end up pregnant with my child. Regardless, I used some tissues to clean her up, wanting to leave as little trace of myself as possible. I helped her back into her T-shirt and sat her upright, though she was now quite bare underneath since her bra and panties were tucked away in my bag.

Once finished, she looked as though she had simply wandered into a restroom to sleep off a hangover. It was past four in the morning. I stepped out, locked the door, and checked the area. Seeing no one, I headed home. However, a sense of unease followed me. I hopped on my scooter and rode back to the park. When I approached the restroom, the door was wide open.

Hsiao-ju was gone, but her bag remained. I grabbed it and searched the vicinity, figuring she wouldn't have wandered far if she had woken up. Sure enough, not far off, I saw a man carrying her on his back. He looked like a vagrant. He carried her away from the main path toward a hidden corner of the park, tucked between the park wall and a factory's corrugated metal siding. There was a small, makeshift shelter there, built from scraps of wood. He carried her into his den. I circled around the wall, hiding behind some thick trees so I could peer through a gap in the stones.

I watched as the vagrant laid Hsiao-ju down on a yellowed, dilapidated spring mattress. He quickly stripped naked and climbed onto the bed, groping and kissing her. Hsiao-ju remained as unresponsive as she had been with me, leaving her at the mercy of this stranger. The man, impatient to get started, didn't even bother to remove her T-shirt. He thrust his dirty cock forward, spread her legs, and plunged into her.

He gripped her waist and began to pump, pulling her shirt up just enough to expose her breasts. He kneaded them roughly, fucking her with the desperation of a man who hadn't seen a woman in years. Knowing how tight she was, the vagrant reached his climax quickly, his lower body twitching violently as he released a massive amount of semen inside her. He collapsed onto her, exhausted.

His cock remained lodged inside her. After a moment of rest, he began to kiss her. He must have been overwhelmed by the chance to fuck such a beautiful girl; his movements were frantic and clumsy, his grip on her breasts almost bruising. Then, he began to move again, more slowly this time. That was when I noticed a change in Hsiao-ju's face. Her breathing began to sync with his thrusts. She was waking up.

Soon, the faint sound of her panting reached my ears. She was definitely coming to. I thought to myself that this was for the best; if she woke up and saw a vagrant fucking her, she would never suspect that she had actually been played with for hours by someone else. She would simply believe she had been "picked up" by this man. Her moans began to grow, which only served to drive the vagrant into a frenzy.

Having already ejaculated once, the man seemed to have newfound stamina. He hammered into her with even more ferocity. Hsiao-ju's moans grew louder and louder until, suddenly, her entire body began to convulse. She had reached a climax! The intensity of her orgasm seemed to trigger him as well; just as she drifted back into a stupor, he erupted inside her for a second time.

As he pulled his cock out, I saw a mixture of semen and arousal fluid spraying from her slit. Because of the narrow gap in the wall, the view was crystal clear. The vagrant, thinking the area was just bushes, had no idea he was being watched.

He didn't bother cleaning her up. He merely pulled her shirt down and covered her with some old, dirty jackets, leaving only her face exposed. After dressing himself, he patted her cheek to see if she would wake. When she didn't, he left his den. I sat in the bushes, waiting.

About thirty minutes passed before the vagrant returned. That was when I heard movement from inside. Hsiao-ju had sat up. She looked around the grim surroundings with wide, terrified eyes. Seeing her disheveled clothes and feeling the wetness between her legs, she clearly realized what had happened. She used her T-shirt to wipe herself and began rummaging through the vagrant's things, looking for her bag.

Knowing she would eventually give up and flee this filthy place, I crept around to the entrance of the alleyway between the factory and the park wall and quietly placed her bag there. A moment later, Hsiao-ju emerged from the makeshift den, stumbling unsteadily and leaning against the walls for support. From my distance, I saw her find her bag and a look of relief wash over her face.

But the relief was short-lived, replaced quickly by terror. She must have believed the vagrant was the only one. She headed toward the park restrooms—the same stall where she had been my second "scene," though she had no idea. She was going there to clean herself up. Seeing her enter the stall, I felt a sense of relief. By cleaning herself, she was erasing the evidence; she wasn't going to call the police, but rather keep this strange night a secret.

After she stayed in the stall for a long time, I assumed she was fully awake and that my part in this saga was over. I prepared to head home, reflecting on my incredible night of luck, when a woman's voice drifted into my ears.

I turned around, startled, and found it was Hsiao-ju. She had cleaned up and put on her light jacket from her bag. She gave me a small, calm smile, as if she hadn't just been a drunken plaything. She asked if I could give her a ride to the city center, claiming she was lost. She acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Naturally, a man can't refuse a beautiful woman. I agreed and let her sit on the back of my scooter. She used her jacket to cover her legs. Throughout the ride, she didn't dare touch my waist, but whenever I stopped, I could feel the distinct sensation of her nipples pressing against my back. She asked me to drive slowly. We chatted, and she was polite, completely unaware that beneath her clothes, she was still wearing nothing at all.

When we reached a familiar part of the city, she hopped off. She thanked me, telling me how kind and gentlemanly I seemed. She even insisted on exchanging phone numbers and social media contacts before she left. As she walked away, I thought about how incredibly lucky I was. Not only had I fucked a beautiful, drunken girl, but she had unknowingly become my friend. Little did she know, every time we messaged, my mind was filled with the vivid, lewd images of how I had taken her that night.