Train Romance

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Time writes the book of life, and memories are like the wind, occasionally blowing open this book and taking us back to the past. It was September 20, 2005; I was 26 years old that year. I took the 9:40 PM train to Handan, a five-hour journey from my city.
I arrived at the station at 9:30 PM and quickly went through the ticket check and entered the platform. Since my city is a county-level city, not many people take the train each day, and it was evening, so there were even fewer people. There were only about ten people scattered on the platform. Standing by a lamppost was a woman, about 30 years old, wearing a silk dress with red flowers and black patterns, very fashionable at the time, with a large, zigzag-hemmed skirt. She wore transparent crystal high heels, no stockings, and her bare toenails were painted purple. She wore a short-sleeved brown leather jacket, and underneath, there was a white bra, about 15 centimeters wide—I don't know what it's called, but it was probably a corset—placed across her breasts. Above the corset was a snow-white neck, below which was a snow-white belly, playfully revealing her navel. The expanse of white against the brown leather jacket made the white even more striking. It's no exaggeration to say that from the moment I saw her, the first thing that caught my eye was her snow-white skin; I hadn't even had a chance to look at her face. She was probably a little over 1.6 meters tall, with long, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders. Her equally white face had a slight pink tinge; she had an oval face, a high nose, a moderately sized mouth, and pink lips. She wore light brown sunglasses.
A lecher is a lecher, it's in my nature. My feet unconsciously moved closer to her. When I was about a meter away, I stopped, put down my backpack, rubbed my shoulders, and scrutinized her. She noticed me looking at her, and she looked back at me, so I struck up a conversation: "Where are you going so late?" "Home," she replied. "You're going the same way!" I quickly said, "The same way? You're going home, I'm on a business trip, it must be tiring! Do you have a seat?" "No, what about you?" "Me neither, where are you going? I'm going to Handan." "I'm going to Wuhan!" I was surprised, and a little disappointed. "That's so far, why didn't you buy a sleeper berth? How can you stand?" I asked. "Sigh, I just bought my ticket!" she said. "When the train comes, we can upgrade to a sleeper berth!" I said. "Can you upgrade?" "I'll try, I travel a lot for business, I have experience upgrading to sleeper berths." She quickly said, "Then can you upgrade for me later?" As she spoke, she took off her sunglasses and clipped them to her corset, looking at me with eager eyes. Suddenly, my manly spirit was ignited by her. "Leave it to me!" The train slowly pulled into the station, and I told her, "Come with me to carriage 8; those usually sell supplementary tickets there." We boarded from carriage 8 and went to the train's office, but no one was there. "Wait a bit, they'll be here soon!" Sure enough, a while later, the train attendant came over, sweating profusely, holding a ticket dispenser. I quickly asked, "Brother, are there any sleeper berths left?" "No!" came the stiff reply. "I just need one, for a woman, I don't need it, just one, do you have any?" "Not a single one!" "Are the berths in your sleeping car still available?" "Sold out too!" I could only look at her apologetically. She readily agreed, saying, "Never mind, go to the dining car, eat and sit for a while!" At this moment, the train attendant heard this and said, "Don't bother going to the dining car either, there are no seats left. It's too crowded with new students registering!" I looked at her, giving her a questioning look. She shrugged helplessly and gave me a grateful smile. “Come on, let’s go to the middle of the carriage. Maybe we can get seats,” I said to her. We walked to the middle of the carriage and stood side by side. I asked her, “Why didn’t you buy a sleeper berth tomorrow?” She looked helpless and said, “I ran away. I was tricked into joining a pyramid scheme by a friend. I didn’t get my ID card or anything. I’ll get them replaced when I get home.” Ah, I see. Pyramid schemes are deadly. We chatted quietly.
When we arrived in Baoding, some people got off, and finally, there was an empty seat. I said, “Please sit down!” She seemed really tired, and without hesitation, she sat down, giving me an apologetic smile. Since she was sitting and I was standing, we stopped talking. She hadn’t been sitting for even 10 minutes when she stood up and invited me to sit down. After a few polite exchanges, I sat down. We took turns sitting on the bus past Shijiazhuang, and no one had gotten off yet. I stood up and said to her, "You should sit down, you're a woman!" She smiled and said, "Haven't you heard that women are more patient than men? You should sit." I suddenly said, "How about I sit, and you sit on my lap?" Her face flushed slightly, and she said, "How could I? There are so many people here." An old lady sitting next to us said, "Sigh, at a time like this, with so many people around, what's there for a couple to be embarrassed about?" I looked at her and smiled. She had no answer and smiled helplessly too. I sat down generously, patted my legs, and said, "Come on, sit for a while." Her face turned even redder, but perhaps she was too tired from standing, so she sat down. She did sit, but her bottom landed on my lap, practically draped over me. I whispered behind her in a voice only we could hear, "You're already sitting, so sit more comfortably, move further back. We're husband and wife now anyway." She turned around, gave me a half-smile and half-scolding glare, didn't say anything, but really did move back. My chest pressed against her back, and instantly, her fragrance enveloped me. Oh no, I got aroused; my penis, uncooperatively, became hard, pressing against her buttocks. It was so uncomfortable, I gently shifted my hips back. She noticed and said, "Let me get up. Are you uncomfortable?" "No, no, it's comfortable, it's comfortable," I stammered, flustered. She gave me a strange smile, then turned her head away, saying nothing more. Because I was wearing thin, loose Nike casual pants, and my penis was nestled between her buttocks, I could clearly feel the heat between her legs. This made my penis even harder, burning hot, feeling like it was about to explode. Although we were closer now, we didn't say a word. In this silence, the train quickly passed Xingtai. I said to her, "I'll be there in about 20 minutes." She turned around, gave me a long, wistful look, and said nothing. I was feeling down, but then a thought suddenly struck me. I said to her, "Why don't you get off in Handan too? Transfer to a sleeper berth for tomorrow and leave tomorrow." She turned back, her eyes lighting up, and said, "Are there any sleeper berths available? I'll think about it." I quickly pressed my advantage: "What's there to think about? I travel a lot for work, I'm sure I can get a sleeper berth." As I spoke, I took out my ID card and business card from my bag and said to her, "See, I'm not a bad person." She glanced at my ID card but didn't take it, only my business card. "Haha, I didn't realize you were a manager. How old are you?" she asked. I said, "Don't laugh at me, managers are everywhere these days. I'm 26. What do you do for a living?" "I own a clothing store in Hanzheng Street. Because of that, a friend from Hubei in Hebei tricked me into thinking the clothes were cheap here and invited me to come and check it out, but it turns out it's a pyramid scheme." I suddenly realized the conversation was getting off-topic and quickly pressed on: "So, how about getting off in Handan?" Under my expectant gaze, she nodded.
The train quickly arrived in Handan, and we got off the train together, transferred our tickets, and everything went smoothly. As we left the ticket hall, she suddenly asked me, "Where are you going to stay? How many rooms do you want?" I said, "Don't worry about where you stay, I guarantee you'll be satisfied! One room." "No, two rooms," she said, linking her arm with mine. "Okay, whatever you say," I smiled at her. We took a taxi to the hotel, and when we checked in, the receptionist asked, "How many rooms do you want?" I said, "One, a double room." She glared at me but didn't say anything. "Please show your ID." "I have mine, but she didn't bring it. We just got off the train, it's late at night, so we'll rest until morning," I quickly said. We didn't encounter any major problems and got the room checked.
As soon as we entered the room, she lightly punched my back, complaining, "Didn't you say you wanted two rooms?" "You don't have your ID!" She was speechless, biting her lip, a shy expression on her face. In that moment, I couldn't help but think of other things, hugging her tightly and kissing her. She didn't resist; after a brief moment of hesitation, she passionately reciprocated. My hands roamed over her body, but just as they reached her thighs, she suddenly pushed me away. I was startled, looking at her in surprise. She smiled at me, "Go take a shower first, silly boy!" "I want to shower with you." She rolled her eyes at me, saying, "I can't do anything with you. Shower with your clothes on?" I wished I had a thousand hands, and quickly stripped myself naked, then undressed her as well. "Don't rush, silly boy," she said with a laugh. I asked her, "How old are you?" "32." Six years older than me. We took a bath together. We kissed and caressed each other while washing, she holding my penis as I washed her genitals. She said, "I'd better wash myself. The way you wash me will never get it clean; it'll just make it dirtier." I smiled and went to bed to wait for her. A little while later, she finished washing too. She crawled under the covers and suddenly asked, "You bad boy, did you already plan this when I sat on your lap on the train?" I said, "I didn't think that way; you were the one who did." Before she could answer, I silenced her with a kiss. My tongue had barely entered her mouth when she gently bit it, and then our tongues intertwined. My hands gently caressed her breasts, my thumb and forefinger lightly pinching and twisting her nipples. Soon her breathing became heavy, and her legs twisted back and forth. I got up and began kissing my way down her neck to her breasts, my tongue circling her breasts towards her nipples, then I took them in my mouth, my tongue sweeping across them. She moaned. Further down, to her navel, to her dark pubic hair, still glistening with water droplets from her shower, my tongue finally reached her labia. I used my tongue to part her labia from bottom to top, upwards, until finally the tip of my tongue pressed against her clitoris. Her buttocks arched high to welcome my tongue. I prefer foreplay to ejaculation. Ejaculation is the end of the process; I prefer the enjoyment of the process. Soon she couldn't take it anymore and pulled me upwards with force. I understood her meaning, so I lay down on top of her, gently pressing the head of my penis against her vaginal opening, rubbing back and forth. She hurriedly grabbed my penis with her hand and forcefully pushed it into her vagina. I gently thrust my hips and "plop" it went in. I adjusted my breathing, slowly and shallowly inserting a few times, then thrusting all the way in once. After inserting all the way in, I didn't pull out immediately, but held it against her vulva, making a few circular motions. This continued for only a few rounds. Her lower abdomen arched upwards, and her legs clamped tightly around her buttocks. I could barely move. I quickly increased the intensity of my thrusting. After about ten thrusts, she let out a long moan. I knew she had come. I thrust in and out about a hundred more times, and a thick stream of semen shot powerfully deep into her vagina. With my ejaculation, she shuddered again, and I could clearly feel her vagina contracting. So, from the time we met until we made love, only six or seven hours had passed. After resting for a while, I checked the time and it was almost four o'clock, so I quickly rested. I slept until after eight o'clock and felt my penis getting very hot. I opened my eyes and saw her giving me oral sex. I was about to move when she looked up at me and said, "Silly boy, don't move. Just enjoy it." She straddled my neck, leaned down, and continued giving me oral sex, her genitals rubbing against my mouth. I understood; she wanted 69. We licked each other's genitals. After a while, she got up, sat on my waist, held my penis, and entered me. As she neared climax, I supported her buttocks with my hands and thrust my hips upwards. Throughout the entire process, she remained on top, refusing to change positions. I ejaculated, and she lay on top of me for a long time before finally getting off. We then fell into a deep sleep again. When I woke up again, it was 11:30. We did it again, this time changing positions many times, and it lasted a long time. Finally, amidst her desperate moans, I ejaculated.
We quickly got up because her train was at 2:15 PM. She's from Hubei, and I knew she loved spicy food, so after leaving the hotel, we found a Sichuan restaurant for lunch. At the train station, we were as affectionate and reluctant to part as lovers. But time doesn't care about farewells, and soon she boarded the train. Around 3 PM, I received a text message from her containing the number "521.1314." I understood it meant "I love you forever."
Later, in April 2007, I went to Wuhan on a business trip, and we met once more in Hanzheng Street. We stayed together for one night. We haven't seen each other since, only occasionally contacting each other via text message or QQ.

This is one of my romantic encounters on the train. I'll soon share another one with you all, this time in a sleeper car.

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