How About You Sit On My Lap?

On a hot summer day, the bumpy minibus had no air conditioning and was so hot that it almost made people faint.

The worst thing was that there were not many people on the bus, but it was filled with all kinds of agricultural products.

Not only were there fruits and vegetables, but there were also live chickens, ducks, and clucking piglets.

There were all kinds of smells in the carriage, various noises were heard one after another, and the bumpy road made Walker's brain feel as though it were about to explode.

"Young man, keep your feet in, don't step on my ducklings to death."

Walker was really scared when a woman suddenly spoke next to him. Afraid of disturbing her, he huddled in the corner of the minibus.

Bags of potatoes were piled up like mountains beside him, and he had not seen anyone there just moments before.

He subconsciously raised his foot, and a few furry little ducklings ran over happily.

Following the sound, he saw a middle-aged woman sitting next to him. To be more precise, she was a beautiful middle-aged woman.

Her long black hair was tied up in a very dignified style. She had an oval face with natural, thick, moon-like eyebrows, and her eyes were large and seemed to be smiling. Her nose and rosy mouth looked ordinary on their own, but together they gave her a gentle appearance, evoking the image of a traditional good wife and mother.

She wore a floral dress that was very loose, though the amazing curve of her chest was faintly visible, rising high like two hills.

Although she was a peasant woman, her skin was very fair, more so than one might expect.

The driver, who was barely visible, yelled, "Aunt Lana, just squeeze in as hard as you can. Someone else will need to transport something soon. I'm afraid there won't even be a place to stand in front."

"Okay!" the beautiful woman agreed, her voice clear and pleasant, just like a mountain lark.

She looked around with difficulty, gritted her teeth, and said, "Little brother, can you sit inside for a while and make some room for me to sit?"

"Good!" Walker quickly moved over. The woman, known as Aunt Lana, smiled gratefully and, perhaps because she was tired, sat down without much thought.

The car was so crowded that the two of them were almost touching each other.

The air was extremely hot and humid. As she drew closer, it almost seemed like an illusion, but Walker could faintly smell a natural feminine scent, not one of cosmetics or perfume.

Walker subconsciously turned around and began to secretly look at the beautiful woman beside him.

Because of the hot weather, her face and body were covered with sweat, and her wet hair clung to her snow-white skin, creating a different kind of beauty through contrast.

Her facial features were not stunning but revealed a gentle beauty. Most importantly, when viewed from the side, the curve of her chest was absolutely majestic. Even in such loose clothing, she looked proud and amazing, provoking in him a secret desire to glimpse her true form.

"Young man, what are you looking at?" Mrs. Lana noticed the gaze next to her and giggled.

Walker saw that she did not seem to mind, so he laughed and said, "Nothing, you look pretty, sister. I just heard the driver call you Aunt, but you look so young and beautiful—you don't look like a young wife, but more like a grown-up girl."

"It's no wonder that the city people are so slick and smooth-talking; they can deceive young girls."

Sister Lana smiled charmingly, rolled her eyes tenderly, and said, "How can I be called a sister? My daughter is almost as tall as I am."

"I'm afraid you'd get angry if I call you Aunt. So, I should call you my sister."

The two of them were squeezed together, and the journey dragged on. Walker had no desire to sleep at all and tried his best to make the beautiful woman laugh.

She was a bit shy and didn't talk much, so Walker controlled the whole conversation. The good thing was that every time she smiled, her breasts swayed dramatically, which made him suspect that she wasn't wearing a bra.

The minibus stopped on the winding mountain road, and the driver shouted, "Please squeeze in a little more. If you have something to get on the bus, please make room."

Walker couldn't help but complain, "Where is the room left?"

In fact, there were only two living people in the car: Walker and Mrs. Lana. The rest were all cargo. It was obvious who these words were meant for.

He couldn't see what was happening at the front, but people started moving things onto the truck. The mountain of potatoes was about to tumble from the crowd; Walker had no choice but to get up quickly to help sort them out, for it would have been too depressing to be buried alive by potatoes otherwise.

"There's nothing we can do. This is the only bus back to the village, and everyone is counting on him to carry their belongings."

"This is a mixture of people and goods, which is a serious violation."

"It's good to have a ride. A few days ago, everyone bought things at the market. It's hard to pull them with a motorcycle, so we have to wait for him to take them back to the village."

As Sister Lana spoke, she quickly bent down and moved the bamboo cage containing the ducklings inside. Otherwise, the ducklings would be crushed in the squeeze.

Walker put his things in order with great effort. Now the seat in the last row was completely surrounded by goods. There was obviously room for two people, but only this little space remained.

He took a deep breath and looked down, noticing that his eyes were wide open.

Sister Lana lowered her head to organize things. With her collar open, one could vaguely see that she was wearing an old, flesh-colored bra covering a pair of round, white breasts. Her cleavage was so deep that one might suspect it would suffocate anyone who got too close.

What was even more shocking was that as she moved, her huge breasts began to sway, inviting the imagination with their soft elasticity.

"Sister Lana, please bear with me, there are too many things," Walker said.

The driver shouted, and the minibus started up again, shaking and slowly driving onto the winding mountain road.

When Sister Lana looked up, she happened to meet Walker's gaze. She immediately covered her collar, rolled her eyes fiercely, and said angrily, "What are you looking at, little kid? Have you never had milk?"

Walker chuckled and quickly packed up the goods to ensure they wouldn't collapse. When he wanted to sit down, he found that there was only one seat left because the two of them were squeezed together.

Only a small space remained after Sister Lana sat down. She was probably a little embarrassed, so she moved a bit and said through gritted teeth, "You can sit down. There should be room if we squeeze together. It's still half an hour to get to the village. If you stand, you'll be dizzy."

"Okay!" Walker sat down immediately. This time, he was almost touching her. He could feel the beautiful woman's burning body temperature and an indescribable fragrance through her clothes.

"Sister, it's too uncomfortable to squeeze like this. How about we adjust our positions?" Walker said, embarrassed by the cramped space that twisted his legs and made her posture particularly awkward. He knew that if they sat like this for too long, both of them would be exhausted.

Walker adjusted his position uncomfortably, and as soon as he moved his elbow, he hit a very soft spot.

The electric shock-like sensation made Sister Lana's whole body tremble, and her face instantly turned a charming shade of red. She whispered, "It's such a small place, and there are still people sitting around."

She regretted it now. In fact, people in the mountains were used to driving motorcycles or riding bicycles to and from the village and the market.

This minibus had always been used to transport goods, and few people rode on it.

The car broke down this time, so they had no choice but to squeeze in. Unexpectedly, there was someone else sitting there.

Luckily, it was someone Walker did not know; if it had been someone he knew, it would have been too embarrassing, imagine what rumors might have spread when he got back.

Looking at the beautiful woman's blushing face, a woman who appeared to be a good wife and mother, now twisting and turning in front of him, stirred in him an uncontrollable, illicit desire.

Walker swallowed hard and said, "There's no place to move, so we can only move upwards. How about you sit on my lap? That way we can both be more comfortable."

When Lana heard this, her face turned even redder, and she hurriedly said, "What nonsense are you talking about? It's not like I'm sitting on your lap."

Walker looked at her with a smile and replied, "Sister, I am doing this for our own good. Besides, you said that your daughter is already that old, so why should we care about this? Do you have any other ideas?"

Provoked by his words, Lana rolled her eyes charmingly and said, "I am a widow, how can I sit on a boy like you?"

Walker felt a slight soreness in his waist as he moved, gritted his teeth, and said, "If I sit on your legs, you will get hurt. It's not a good idea to squeeze like this for half an hour. By the time we get there, both of us will be exhausted."

Lana was still a little hesitant, but Walker didn't think much about it. He suddenly stretched out his hands and put them around her waist.

Lana was startled but did not scream. Walker simply hugged her and let her sit firmly on his lap. With room for her legs to stretch, she felt much more comfortable instantly.

"Hey, then sit still and don't move!" Lana felt her heart beat faster. Now that she was seated, she did not object; she merely lowered her head silently, her face faintly flushed.

The beautiful woman's butt was also fleshy and soft like a water ball. Even through her clothes, one could feel the hot fullness. Walker trembled with comfort.

At that moment, his hands were still around her waist, feeling the slight flesh there, and his mouth instantly became dry.

The man behind her was very strong. He looked tall and thin, but his muscles were hard and masculine. This made Sister Lana, who had longed for touch, feel a burst of heat in her heart, and her breathing became a little disordered.

At that moment, the car shook slightly, and Walker subconsciously hugged her waist tighter, the beautiful woman's plump body leaning against him.

There was no deliberate indecency. The soft buttocks sat directly between Walker's legs. His already slightly erect penis was completely awakened by the stimulation, like an iron rod pressing against the softest area between the beautiful woman's buttocks.

Sister Lana whimpered subconsciously after being touched, leaned forward, and quickly held onto the front seat with both hands. She was so anxious that she was about to cry, "Don't move."

"The car was shaking, and there was nothing I could do," Walker said innocently. When he saw that she was about to stand up, he continued to hold her waist tightly with both hands, pressing her plump buttocks against his cock, feeling the slightly damp heat through the thin cloth.

"You, let me go!" Sister Lana gritted her teeth and panted softly, "I can just stand there."

"Standing is too tiring, let's just sit down!" Walker replied, his penis so hard that it ached. "Sister Lana, you'd better stop talking. It would be bad if the driver heard it. You are from the same village, right? What if he goes out and talks nonsense?"