Sex on a train

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A while ago, I had to go to Kunming on a business trip. I could get reimbursed, so I bought a soft sleeper ticket. I didn't expect it to be such a bargain. The train was very empty. I boarded, found my compartment, and there was no one else. There was a piece of luggage on the lower berth opposite me; it looked like a woman's, and I felt something indescribable… Perhaps because I was tired, I really wanted to sleep after boarding, and I quickly fell asleep against the pillow.
I don't know how much time passed, but I was awakened by a train whistle. I found the woman opposite me had returned, lying down fully clothed. I pretended to be asleep and secretly observed her body. She was wearing a white T-shirt, very thin, almost transparent in the bright light, and very thin pants. I could vaguely see the color of her underwear underneath—a beige. She had a full figure, the typical figure of a woman in her thirties. Then I noticed that the buttons on her T-shirt were loose, and her full breasts rose and fell with her breath—so alluring! My heart started pounding.
Then something even more unexpected happened. She shifted slightly, and the second button, already precariously fastened, popped open, revealing most of her breasts, which were covered by her beige bra. I stared, stunned… Suddenly, I felt someone trying to push the door open. For some reason, I nervously stepped across the aisle and nudged her shoulder. She groggily opened her eyes and asked what was wrong. I pointed to her chest and then to the door. She smiled awkwardly and fastened her buttons, then nonchalantly continued dozing. The door opened; it was the train conductor, asking me to change to a hard sleeper ticket. I casually asked, “Are there any other passengers?” The conductor replied nonchalantly, “It’s unbelievable today. Only a handful of passengers. That’s all. This trip is a loss. Why don’t you rent a VCD player? They’re very cheap.” I quickly said, “I’m too tired. I’d rather continue sleeping.”
The conductor glanced at the compartment, said nothing more, and closed the door behind him. After what had just happened, I couldn't sleep at all. Leaning against the edge of the berth, my mind was filled with male sexual desire. She didn't seem to be asleep either, just lying there.
After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes, sat up halfway, and said, "Thank you for earlier, otherwise I would have embarrassed myself." My face flushed red again, and I stammered, "I saw it by accident, I'm sorry." We started chatting like that, talking about this and that, about all sorts of things. There was an indescribable feeling between us, perhaps because we were so close in this small space, and after what had just happened, there was no distance between us. During our conversation, I learned that her surname was Guo, and she was a doctor. Because her husband had many social engagements and rarely spent time with her, she spent most of her time and holidays alone. Her husband was still in Shenzhen, so she decided to change shifts early and go to Kunming to visit a classmate for a vacation.
She listened quietly to what I was saying without saying a word. Gradually, my pounding heart calmed down. As we talked, we started talking about relationships. She seemed quite envious of many passionate stories, yet she was also bound by traditional values. I asked her, "If the opportunity arose, would you try it?" She seemed to blush instantly; I couldn't see it clearly, but I could sense it. "No, well, it depends on the person. At least there has to be a connection. What about you?" I didn't react for a moment: "Me? I've longed for it for a long time. But I just haven't met the right person. These things are something you can't force." She drawled, "You, really? A handsome, rich man like you would remain celibate? I don't believe it." I laughed: "No, I'm no longer a virgin. I've just seen too much of the world of romance. Better to taste one good peach than a basket of rotten apricots." She sighed, "You're right..."
Suddenly we fell silent, only the clatter of the train and our breathing could be heard. We stopped talking, looking at each other in the dim light, when she suddenly said, "Since you can't sleep anyway, let's chat until dawn." I nodded. I continued to stare at her. She seemed a little uncomfortable, her body trembling slightly. I stood up gently, and I felt her trembling intensify, but she didn't seem uneasy. I stretched my back, gripped the armrest of the upper bunk, and said to her with my back to her, "I'm really tired after all this, my back aches." Silence followed, the air thickening. Suddenly, her voice trembled slightly as she said, "Let me massage it for you." I slowly turned around, gazing at her. In the dim light, I noticed her face was slightly flushed. Under her gaze, I obediently and naturally sat on the edge of her bed. I could already smell her faint fragrance. Still with my back to her, I didn't speak. Gently, I felt her soft hands move across my waist. I trembled slightly. It was the first time in such an environment that a woman had touched me. Her hands moved from my waist to my shoulders, gradually slipping inside my clothes, our skin touching. My breathing quickened, my heart pounded, and I tried my best to hide it. Suddenly, she sat up and hugged my chest tightly from behind. I was at a loss…
I tentatively reached for her hand on my chest. She didn't pull away. I just felt her body trembling. I turned around and looked at her, noticing her eyes were slightly closed. I gently placed her on the pillow; her hair was a little messy. I smoothed it with my hand, stroking her face, her ears, her eyes, and her nose. She lay quietly, not moving at all. I leaned down to kiss her. She pushed me away and said, "Be careful, someone might see." I said softly, "People might think we're a couple." She smiled, not rejecting my kiss. My heart skipped a beat. My tongue slipped into her mouth again, entwining and sucking.
Slowly, my hand slipped under the covers, finding her breast precisely. I lightly brushed her breasts across her back, then lifted her bra, gently stroking her back. I casually unhooked her bra, slowly moving my hand from her back to her chest, pushing it aside. Her full breasts sprang out, and my large hand covered them. She trembled, writhed, and breathed heavily. I then put my tongue into her mouth and sucked, my hand freely and unrestrainedly caressing her breasts. First, I squeezed them firmly, then gently rubbed her nipples with my palms, followed by lightly flicking them with my fingertips and gently scraping around them with my nails. She clung tightly to me, unable to suppress the low, indistinct sounds she made. I released her breasts, my hand slowly moving down to her thighs, tracing her thighs through her clothes, pausing briefly in the middle before moving to her other thigh.
After a few strokes, taking advantage of her distraction, I slipped my hand under her elastic waistband, lifted her panties, and slid my hand towards her genitals. She initially tried to resist, but then seemed to suddenly give up. Above, I kissed her neck and ears, making it hard for her to breathe. "Come in too," she said, pulling me closer. The lights weren't off yet. To be honest, I was still a little scared. So I got up and locked the compartment from the inside. I sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching her, stroking her face, her ears, her eyes, and her nose. Suddenly, I heard her say, "I want it." My blood rushed to my head, and without thinking, I threw back the covers, lifted her bra, and took her breast into my mouth. She let out a scream, startling me because it was so loud. I stopped everything and quickly covered her with the covers. I listened intently to the sounds in the compartment. Besides the clatter of the train and our rapid breathing, I couldn't make out anything else. We smiled at each other. I whispered, "Don't be so loud." She said, "I didn't mean to." I said, "Do you usually moan during sex?" She punched me lightly. I grabbed her hand and guided it slowly down, and she understood, moving towards me. It touched me through my clothes.
“It’s so big,” she said. “Do you like it?” “Yes, I want it now.” She unzipped my pants and reached inside. I had been hard for a while. She grabbed it first and squeezed it hard. Then she felt it up and down, as if to gauge its size. Then she made a fist and awkwardly stroked it. I hadn’t done it in a long time and was very sensitive. Knowing that it would soon be over, I tried to stop her. She said, “Do you really want to ejaculate?” I said, “Yes. It’s been a long time.” She said, “Then let me help you get it out first.” I looked at her suspiciously, taking in our surroundings. It seemed impossible. She said, “Sit up a little.” I had no choice but to take my hands out from under the covers and sit up a little. She said, “Sit here.” She patted the pillow. I understood. I took off my shoes, turned sideways, and sat with my penis behind her head. She took out my penis. First, she fiddled with it for a bit, then sniffed it. I secretly rejoiced, thankful I'd thought it wouldn't be convenient to shower on the train. There was definitely no odor. She tilted her head up, brought her small mouth close to kiss me, then stuck out her tongue to lick, circling the glans, even holding it in her mouth and licking the tip with her tongue. I thought I'd met an expert, but when she swallowed the whole thing, I still felt she wasn't very skilled; her teeth kept scraping against me.
I whispered, "Don't use your teeth." She looked up and said, "No. I'm covering my teeth with my lips." I understood, but I couldn't explain it clearly to her right away. Women use their lips to cover their teeth to avoid scraping, but this only involves the outer side of the lips contacting the man, which still makes the man feel the hardness and stinging of the teeth. Actually, the lips should be raised, the moist, soft inner side of the lips holding the man, sliding easily and naturally—that's much more comfortable. After a while, I still couldn't stand it and said, "Forget it, it's hard to achieve that." She was tired too, so she gave up. I slid down to lie beside her. She pulled the blanket up, draping part of it over me. We chatted. She said, "I'm not very good at this yet, I rarely do this." I said, "It's okay. I'm already very comfortable." Her hand slipped inside my clothes, pulled open my bra, and touched my body. Her small hand caressed my entire body, my waist, my abdomen, my chest, and then stroked my nipples incessantly. I kissed her eyes, her nose, her lips. This feeling was much more comfortable. My right hand unconsciously moved down again. After caressing her entire body, my hand suddenly slipped down between her thighs, touching a raised mound of flesh, a layer of smooth hair, and then found the soft spot. I covered it with my palm and slowly caressed it, feeling her lower body arch upwards and tremble. I slowly explored and parted her genitals, pulling them apart slightly. I kissed her ear and told her, "So wet." Then my tongue slipped into her ear and gently licked it. Her body reacted even more intensely.
Like a fish swimming in deep water. My fingers slid lightly until the entire area was wet. Her lower body heaved more violently. Her hips twisted constantly, and she made low, indistinct sounds. My left hand, used to stabilize myself and prevent myself from falling off the narrow bed, felt constrained. I told her to move closer to me. She turned to her side, making room for me. I supported myself with my left elbow, and my left hand began to wander over her breasts. My lips licked her ear and neck, my left hand touched her nipples, and my right hand gently caressed her genitals, which were completely wet and lubricated. It was easy for my fingers to slip inside; the inner walls were smooth, swollen, and very elastic. My fingers rotated and explored inside.
With a little pressure, I reached the bottom. I felt a knot at the bottom, pressed it, and she said that was probably the cervix. It probably wouldn't be comfortable. After several rotations, I finally found a spot that was rougher than the inner walls. It wasn't big, about the size of a fingertip, and had a textured feel; this must be the G-spot. I pressed hard, my fingers swirling and kneading that spot, and her body trembled with tension. Suddenly, she looked up and sucked on my mouth, her face contorted in pain. I continued pressing, and she thrust her tongue into my mouth, swirling it violently. Suddenly, she let out a cry and went limp. I knew she had reached orgasm. Once she climaxed, I couldn't continue stimulating her G-spot, or it would be uncomfortable. I was also a little tired, covered in sweat. I turned and lay on top of her, limp and soft, my genitals pressed against her through her clothes.
I watched her slowly recover from the afterglow. Knowing full well, I asked, "Did you climax?" "Yes," she said. "You've really gotten me into trouble this time." I said, "Want more?" She said, "I'm afraid you're too tired." I said, "I'm not tired." I lowered my head to kiss her nipples, gently sucking and kissing them. My genitals pressed against hers, rubbing against her. She said, "Do you want to ejaculate?" I said, "Not now, but I still want to make you feel good." So I got up and went to the restroom at the front of the car to wash up and wipe my sweat. I noticed my reflection in the mirror; though I hadn't reached orgasm, my skin was flushed. But did I really want to have that final, intense encounter with her? I returned to the carriage, and she got up, fumbling for her shoes, then went to the restroom. The aisle was quiet, and the train attendant's small compartment was empty; they must have gone to rest in the attendant's compartment. Outside the window was endless darkness. We sat on the lower berths, embracing each other, our faces pressed together, like two lovers deeply in love. She said, "Are you hungry?" I realized then that after all that, I was indeed a little hungry. I nodded. But there was no way to buy anything on the train now. She went to the luggage rack, took her travel bag, and found some biscuits, hard-boiled eggs, sausages, and peanuts. Later, there was only one sausage left, which I offered to her. She peeled it, took a bite, and then brought her mouth to mine. I understood, so I leaned in, and the sausage passed from her mouth to mine. I kissed her passionately. I took out two cans of Red Bull and gave her one. "I won't drink anything with hormones," she pouted. "Sorry, this is the only drink I brought. But, a little bit is good for your health."
I realized that after our conversation in this small space, we had become incredibly close and intimate, the kind of intimacy only true lovers have. We sat side by side, exchanging food, and perhaps that was what sweetness felt like. After we finished eating and drinking, we washed up. During this time, the train lights went out; it was time to sleep. Guo took off her clothes in the darkness and crawled into bed. I took mine off too and said to her, "Let's sleep together." She moved over a bit, and I crawled in as well. She turned to her side, and I naturally wrapped my arms around her, my hands moving up and down. Finally, I slowly pulled down her underwear. Before I could get it down to her knees, she pulled it tight, preventing me from continuing. That was fine too. I pulled down my own underwear, took it out, and groped around in the dark to get closer. Her legs couldn't open, so I couldn't find a spot. I said to her, "Help me." She reached out and guided me, and we finally connected.
But it was impossible to get in, and it kept slipping out. I had no choice but to take off her underwear and one leg. That made it much easier. I was about to thrust in when she turned to the side and said, "Aren't you afraid I'll get pregnant?" My heart skipped a beat, and I said, "I won't ejaculate inside." She said, "You could still get pregnant." What to do? I was getting a little frustrated. She laughed and said, "Useless guy. You don't know anything. I'm a doctor." I chuckled awkwardly and started working hard. Entering from behind, it felt very tight, and the penetration wasn't deep. I kept thrusting, and she cooperated fully, sometimes pushing against me with great force. She kept telling me not to stop. "So good, so good," she kept moaning. It was indeed very comfortable, but clearly, it seemed impossible for me to orgasm. I pulled her over and rolled onto her. This entry made us both let out a long "ah." This missionary position, so old-fashioned, yet so practical. It penetrated deeply, her moist vulva enveloping me; each thrust felt like sliding through a long, stimulating tunnel, sending waves of pleasure through my lower body. She arched her back each time, responding to me. My hands caressed her breasts, her mouth; she kissed my hand, finally gently swallowing one of my fingers, moistened by saliva, then slowly sucking it from top to bottom. Oh. Such a warm feeling. She climaxed. Suddenly, she collapsed. Her eyes closed, motionless. Even after the previous climax, it was still very tight inside. I was enveloped tightly, warmly surrounded. At that moment, I felt as if I were on a cloud.
I didn't thrust immediately. I lay on top of her, trying to support my weight with my elbows so as not to make her uncomfortable. She wrapped her arms around me again. I took a deep breath and inserted my penis all the way into her vagina, remaining motionless. Then I used my muscles to gently throb my penis inside her. With each throb, she cried out. Later, she slowly contracted her vaginal muscles. We cooperated like this, fully enjoying each other's pleasure and genuine giving, at least in that moment. She bit my ear: "I love it when you do this to me, I'll never forget it." I said, "Baby, the best is yet to come." After saying
that, I pulled my penis out a little and gently rubbed it up and down, left and right, back and forth at her vaginal opening. After a few dozen strokes, her breathing became rapid again: "I want it, I want it, I want you." I teased her deliberately: "What do you want, my baby?" At first she didn't answer, so I continued to thrust at her entrance. "Tell me, baby, what do you want?" By this time she was already in a daze of passion: "I want you to come in." "What are you doing here?" "Ah, ahh!" She spread her legs wide, "I want you to penetrate me."
I couldn't hold back any longer and thrust in recklessly. She screamed "Ah!" as I thrust rapidly, her cries growing louder and louder, just as I was about to reach my climax. I felt her vaginal muscles tighten. "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore!" she screamed wildly, the clatter of the train mingling with her blissful shouts like a passionate symphony. At that moment, I used the last bit of strength in my body to paddle one last time, finally reaching the crest of the wave...
That night. On the train. We made love until dawn, then we rested, exhausted. I was afraid she would oversleep, so I let her sleep. When she woke up, it was already 8 o'clock, and we were almost in Kunming. If only the night would never end, if only the train would never stop, if only the road had no end. How wonderful that would be. We held each other tightly. At that moment, I believed we were both truly giving, both doing it with our hearts, both experiencing it with our hearts. We didn't say much to each other.
I want to hold onto the time we spent together. I know I can't. We were destined to meet on life's journey. We don't care about forever, we care about what we had… She said something: I will miss you. Me too. No matter how many years later, even if I bury her deep in my heart, I will still miss her. Bless her! The train continues its rumbling forward. (The End)

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