Business trip encounter with a young married woman

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On that business trip, I was alone in the upper bunk. Aside from meals, I mostly lay there reading. Across from me was a woman in her thirties, seemingly a teacher, returning from a training trip to Beijing. A man had seen her off, and they were clearly lovers. We chatted briefly, but there was no real passion; perhaps she'd been having a passionate time lately. In the lower bunk was a woman in her mid-twenties, average-looking but very slender. She'd been reading since boarding. At first, I didn't pay much attention to her. Later that night, after lights out, I went to the bathroom and sat down next to her for a drink. She asked me to get her bag from the overhead rack. I did, and she took out a robe from it, covering herself with the blanket to change. Whether intentionally or accidentally, the blanket fell to the floor, revealing her fair lower body—she was only wearing underwear, her legs long and shapely, very sexy. Without thinking, I quickly picked up the blanket and covered her up. She seemed flustered and thanked me profusely.

We chatted quietly for a while, and she whispered, "You're quite the gentleman." I said, "It's nothing, it's what I should do." Then, she pointed to the woman on the upper bunk and asked, "Is she your wife? Or your lover?" I smiled and said, "No, we haven't become lovers yet, I need to get to know her first." She laughed and told me that it was a bit chilly at night in January, and I was only wearing athletic shorts. Seeing this, she said, "Cover yourself with a blanket," and then covered my legs with her blanket. She then half-lay on the bunk, her eyes bright, watching me in the darkness. During our conversation, I accidentally touched her foot. She didn't pull away, so I grabbed her foot and gently stroked it. She became a little aroused, pressing her other foot against my leg and moving it back and forth. My little brother involuntarily pitched an tent. She seemed to sense it, because I heard her breathing become rapid. My hand unconsciously moved slowly to her calf, then up to her thigh. She was truly a beauty; her skin was smooth, soft, and boneless—it felt wonderful to the touch. As I caressed her, her feet moved between my legs, her toes stroking my erection, making it throb and hard, wanting nothing more than to slip inside. When my hand finally reached her clitoris, I heard a long moan from her and felt her legs trembling with excitement. Through her underwear, I felt a warmth, and it was very wet. I instinctively said, "I just washed my hands in the bathroom." She hummed in agreement, spreading her legs wider. Without hesitation, I slipped my hand between her labia, touching only a soft, slippery, and wet patch of flesh. She had very little body hair, almost none at all, and it felt so wonderful—just my type. My hand skillfully slid between her clitoris and labia, eliciting suppressed yet intensely aroused breaths from her. Her hands gripped my forearms, and her lower body arched upwards. Two of my fingers slipped into that moist, fiery nest, and I began to thrust wildly, eliciting waves of contractions from her. Suddenly, she arched her back and stopped moving. A gush of hot liquid flowed out between my fingers, her lower body rhythmically tightening around them. After a

while, she got up, took some tissues from her bag, pulled one out, and wiped my hands under the covers before getting up to wipe herself. Taking the opportunity, she whispered in my ear, "You're so good!"

Actually, the environment wasn't suitable for sex, and I couldn't help it. I really wanted to get straight to the point. She seemed to want to too, but understood the circumstances wouldn't allow it. So she sat down next to me, reached under the covers, and grasped my penis from my pants leg, gently stroking it. She whispered in my ear, "Let me help you cum." I thought I didn't need to rush, so I said, "Maybe when we have a chance. I'd rather cum inside you when we have a chance." She softly hummed in agreement.

I got off the train the next morning. She took a business card out of her bag, placed it in my hand, and said, "Call me when you have time. I like you."

Unfortunately, I was too busy to call. When I finally remembered and looked for the card, I couldn't find it. I only remembered that she was a business manager at a development company. And so, I lost a good lover. Brothers, isn't that a pity?

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