A short story about meeting a beautiful married woman on a train. Author: cnhkxbyi

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Trains are a fairly ordinary mode of transportation for most people. In my mind, they weren't much different from cars, ships, or airplanes—just getting from one place to another, nothing more. Little did I expect the dramatic turn of events to unfold from here.
The train slowly pulled into the station and stopped. The conductor opened the doors, and I, carrying my bag, followed the flow of people to have my ticket checked and entered the carriage. I found my seat, facing the boarding direction, and settled my luggage. Since I was alone, I simply greeted the person sitting next to me politely and then sat quietly by myself. Bored, I stared at the doors or the window, looking for any interesting scenery
. Occasionally, passing passengers would bump into me, and I would mechanically respond with an "it's okay" smile. Completely bored, I checked the time on my phone; departure was imminent, and the seat opposite me was still empty. I decided that if no one was seated by the window before departure, I would sit opposite them—a little breeze was better than carbon dioxide poisoning, right?
Fewer and fewer people were boarding at the doors. Just as I was about to turn my gaze back to the window, a young couple boarded. Okay, maybe they were boyfriend and girlfriend. The girl was beautiful, with red lips and white teeth, big, bright eyes, and
long , wavy hair that made you want to look at her more. The man walked ahead, holding her hand, slowly approaching me as they searched for seats. My heart suddenly raced. Could these be the two seats opposite me
? They drew closer, and the man seemed to be muttering something, probably scolding the girl. The girl frowned slightly but didn't say anything. When they reached the seats, the man pointed and said, "Here." He put his luggage down and sat down by the window. The girl was right across from me, so quiet, her lips pursed—she looked so beautiful. Of course, at that moment, I was just admiring her; I had no ill intentions. I've never intended to become a promising scoundrel all these years, and I still haven't.
The train started moving, whistling as it began to move, as if it had resolved something very important. I took a deep breath and found a comfortable position to lean back in my seat. Then, I crossed my arms and watched the young couple across from me. The man kept ordering her around, saying things like, "Give me the food," "Give me a piece of paper," "Move over a bit, it
's too crowded," and so on. The woman was very patient and attentive to her every need. Occasionally, when she noticed me looking at her, she would smile and nod at me, and I would smile back. I wanted to say a few words to her, but the woman was too pretty, and the man didn't seem very open-minded, so there was no need to cause trouble for everyone. Keeping quiet wasn't a big deal.
We're all past our student days; we can't just carry around a deck of cards and play with strangers to kill time. The man, bored, pulled out his phone and started playing games. He didn't pay any attention to me, the one staring at his woman.
Several hours passed quickly, and I started to get restless. My constantly pressured buttocks began to rebel. I kept fidgeting and scratching, and the pretty woman had long since lost interest in looking at me. At this point, I wanted to stretch my legs more than admire her.
(I forgot to mention before, this train crosses the night line.) As time passed, many people got off at their stops, like the guy sitting next to me who got off at the previous platform. This made an indelible contribution to the development of my later story. I thank you for that. I'll treat you to dinner sometime, but of course, I'll only say that knowing it's impossible.
The man finally succumbed to the temptation of sleep and found a spacious spot at the table next to me to lie down and sleep.
(As mentioned before, quite a few people had already gotten off.) The girl was very energetic; after getting on the train, she spent most of her time reading her book except for taking care of the man. I was exhausted, except for my eyes and mouth. So, after a few minutes of hesitation, I spoke, "It's so late, aren't you tired?"
She looked up, her mouth slightly open, seemingly surprised. So the guy opposite her wasn't a statue after all. "Aren't you tired yet? You're still awake too, aren't you?"
She was truly a girl who was genuine inside and out; even her voice was so beautiful. I was almost mesmerized. After a few seconds of stunned silence, I quickly replied, "I am very tired, but I can't sleep well in a new environment."
"Me too, I really can't sleep." I thought to myself, "
She really has a beautiful voice." I stared into her eyes and, as if possessed, blurted out, "Your eyes are so beautiful." Damn it, I cursed inwardly. Wasn't this just asking for trouble? How could she say something like that? My eyes involuntarily glanced in her husband's direction. Seeing that he didn't react, I unconsciously touched my chest and let out a sigh of relief. Then I looked at her shyly. Perhaps she saw all my awkwardness. She chuckled softly and said, "You're so funny." I scratched my head again, feeling embarrassed.
Perhaps seeing that I didn't seem like a bad person, she gradually lowered her guard and started chatting with me without any particular purpose. Occasionally, when I mentioned her husband, a hint of disappointment would flicker in her beautiful eyes. Later, I learned that her husband had been kicked in the groin during a fight and was on his way home from seeing a doctor. The treatment hadn't been effective, and he was angry, so he took it out on her the whole way home. When they were having a good time, they laughed together; when they talked about things that upset each other, they got angry for each other.
As they became more familiar, compliments they hadn't dared to say before became fluent. Perhaps every woman can't resist praise, at least she was. I checked my phone; it was almost 1 a.m. I asked to take a picture with her. Such a beautiful girl was a rare sight; it was just a simple memento. She
agreed . She sat down next to me, very close, and she exuded a fragrance that any lecherous man could smell. It was probably perfume, but it wasn't something she'd worn that day, otherwise my sensitive nose would have detected it long ago.
It could also be what people call natural body odor. Whatever it was, I was captivated. She took a few deep breaths, looked at me, her face slightly flushed, but her eyes didn't look away, still smiling at me.
I chuckled awkwardly to hide my embarrassment. She took my arm and leaned closer. Oh my god, this was so shocking! I just asked for a photo, how did it turn into physical contact? My eyes kept drifting towards her sleeping husband. Suddenly, she whispered in my ear, "Don't look, he won't wake up." My ear suddenly felt itchy and tingly, so comfortable. Not knowing what to say,
I didn't bother pull my hand away from hers, quickly adjusted my phone with one hand, and started taking selfies. Our heads were very close, and her chest seemed to be pressing against my arm. I didn't dare think too much, snap, snap, snap, snap, I took a few pictures, and as I was about to put my phone away, I felt my face was almost frozen. Although I'm not exactly a gentleman, if I were in the era of Liu Xiahui, I probably wouldn't stand a chance, that's always been my self-assessment. I've always approached beautiful women with an appreciative attitude, never daring to overstep boundaries.
"You haven't shown me yet." A pleasant voice suddenly rang in my ear. I pulled my phone out of my pocket again, turned around, and handed it to her, my poor other hand still held by her arm. I don't know what went wrong with the handshake, but the phone suddenly fell. I regretted my overactive reflexes;

my hand instinctively reached for the phone. I'm amazed at my own reflexes—I actually managed to grab it! But what I also grabbed was her breast. "So soft," was my only reaction at that moment. Not wanting to let go was probably my second reaction. After a few seconds, she didn't scream or run away; she just looked at me with slightly dazed eyes.
Looking closely at her smooth skin and rosy lips, I decided to abandon all thought and bring my lips to hers. It was a case of "the arrow is on the bowstring, and there's no going back," a moment of unbearable pressure. Reason is nothing but a paper tiger in front of a girl like this. I kissed her red lips, feeling their softness and moisture with my tongue. I found her little tongue and sucked on it forcefully, causing her to involuntarily make a soft whimpering sound. My nimble hands couldn't be idle either; they slipped under her clothes, and the touch was so delicate. Her body was writhing.
To control her, I had to wrap my arms around her waist and press my body against hers. Her smooth back brushed against her bra, so I had to stroke downwards, across her waist, and into a crease—
I guess it was her buttocks. She kissed me passionately, and I swallowed her saliva. Although saliva doesn't have much taste, it tasted sweet at this moment. My hand continued downwards, and she seemed to notice my intention, grabbing my hand to express her unwillingness. But I had no time to care about that. I sucked on her earlobe, then licked it,
my tongue occasionally brushing against her ear canal. Perhaps I accidentally touched her sensitive spot, because her face suddenly flushed, and her grip on my hand weakened. I got the signal and rushed in. My hand continued downwards, her labia tightly clenched, gliding over her anus, straight to my destination. My hand touched some pubic hair, then some slightly damp, tender flesh. Just before a finger was about to go in, she bit my shoulder hard. I quickly pulled it out of her pants. There seemed to be tears in her eyes, a hint of shyness, and a stirring of passion. Of course, her body told me she was aroused.
I rubbed my fingers together; they were slightly damp, with some glistening liquid on them. She saw my action, her face flushed even more, and she said shyly, "No." I waved my fingers in front of her, and while she was shy, I quickly wiped them on her lips, then pressed my fingers against hers and kissed her. I sucked hard on the semen, finally bringing my saliva into her mouth and swallowing it together.
After the kiss, I whispered in her ear, "You're so horny." She shook her little arms, giving me a massage. Although it all happened very quickly, I felt a sweetness in it. Maybe it was because the object of my affection was her, such a beautiful woman.
Everyone was silent, and the awkward and ambiguous atmosphere grew even heavier. She stood up and said, "I'm going to the restroom." No one had made a sound after all this time, which meant that everyone else on the bus was already fast asleep. I don't know where I got the courage, but I got up and followed her. I thought that if things didn't go this far, it would be a disservice to myself and the readers of the novel.
She didn't say anything when she saw me follow, and since she didn't refuse, I couldn't just back down. I glanced at the next carriage; it was almost empty too. I followed her into the restroom in
one go. "What are you doing following me in?" she glared at me.
"Don't you know why?" I'd lost all sense of shame.
In that small, enclosed space, I looked at her flawless face. The blush on her face had faded somewhat, but it hadn't completely disappeared. The fire in her eyes not only burned within her but also seduced me. I took a step forward and slowly pulled open her clothes,
revealing her snow-white skin bit by bit, dazzlingly white. I kissed her again, kissing her collarbone, then unhooked her bra. One hand cupped one breast, and
I bent down to bite her nipple. Though not bright red, it was still dazzling against the backdrop of her snow-white breasts. Her areolas weren't large, her nipples tiny. Slowly sucking, I detected a slight milky scent, and the nipple slowly hardened under the teasing of my tongue. I groped to unbutton her trousers and slipped my hand inside her panties. Her clitoris slowly hardened. She moaned softly every now and then, "Ahhh, mmm." I looked up at the saliva on her chest; I could see faint teeth marks on her areolas, and her once snow-white skin was now slightly red.
She punched my chest hard and said, "You really bit me! Haven't you ever had your mother's milk before? How can you treat someone like this?" "Let me rub it for you," I said, then began to rub her breasts lewdly. She started moaning again, "Mmm, mmm, mmm," and I licked her nipples alternately. With her eyes closed, she breathed heavily and said softly, "Faster, faster."

"Faster what?" I teased deliberately.
"Give it to me!" her voice was urgent and intense.

I stopped rubbing and licking, and wrapped my arms around her slender waist. She wrapped her arms around my neck as well, because she was almost unable to stand. On the train, there was always the risk of someone going into the restroom, so I needed to finish quickly. I put one arm around her, leaning against the door. With my other hand, I unzipped my pants and
pulled out my penis. I said in a commanding tone, "Grab it." Her hand was soft and boneless, and she grabbed my weapon. How much strength could a girl have? My penis was already ready to be used. She gripped it tightly and started stroking it repeatedly. I really wanted to ejaculate in her hand, so I quickly made her let go, turning the tables. The beautiful woman's moans,
her hot breath, her sweet face, and her devilish figure were all teasing me. I tightened my grip with my left hand, and with my right hand, I rubbed my penis against her slightly damp vulva through her underwear.
The heat coming through her underwear was scorching my glans. She seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. Her hands, which had been hanging limply, gripped my waist tightly, her lower body pressed against mine, her buttocks swaying, and she was softly and unconsciously calling out, "Give it to me~ Give it to me~". My right hand, which had been rubbing her buttocks,
was already rock hard due to her initiative. Hearing her lewd words, I almost couldn't hold back my ejaculation. I immediately spun her around in my arms, preparing to fuck her from behind, and then had her grab the window. At this moment, she was like a puppet, completely at my mercy. She was truly a gem, a gem who could be completely absorbed in sex and enjoy making love.
I grabbed her panties and pulled them down, not even having time to look at the color of her genitals, and eagerly tried to insert my penis. "Ah," we both involuntarily let out a scream. I was suppressing it, of course, while she was just naturally inclined to. And so, we perfectly cooperated, pleasing each other in the lewd, enclosed, and quiet environment. Her genitals were already wet, and I gently thrust in and out,
my hands around her waist and abdomen, stimulating her uterus and vagina with the heat of my palms. My fingers occasionally kneaded her clitoris and breasts. She wasn't a very expressive girl, so she only used
"Ah~, ah~, ah~" or "Ah~~~~ ah~~~~ ah~~~~~" or "Ah! Ah! Ah!" to express her emotions. I moved quickly and slowly, sometimes withdrawing, sometimes thrusting in, thoroughly enjoying myself. The only sounds in the space were the thud of flesh against flesh and her low moans. For some reason, after penetration, I didn't feel the urge to ejaculate as quickly.
Suddenly, I felt the vaginal pressure increase, as if trying to squeeze my penis out; beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Her moans seemed to grow louder, so I quickly covered her mouth with my hand
. Her tongue licked my palm uncontrollably. "What a fucking stunner," I cursed inwardly. It was a waste not to use such a flexible tongue for oral sex. Her genitals kept pressing against me, and suddenly a gush of vaginal fluid sprayed onto my glans. I couldn't help but shudder; I was about to ejaculate too. I immediately grabbed her body; it was completely limp, and I didn't bother to help her up,
letting her kneel on the ground. Grabbing her hair, I shoved my wet penis into her mouth. A few seconds later, I ejaculated, then grabbed her hair and made her tilt her head back and swallow it all.
The space fell completely silent, filled with a lewd atmosphere and heavy breathing. She licked her lips, whether from thirst or savoring the moment, I couldn't tell.
I asked her, "Was that good?
" She smiled slightly and replied, "Mmm." Then she added, "It's been a long time since I've done this."
I replied, "Let me help you up first." He pulled her up and kissed the back of her hand. They tidied themselves up slowly
and left the restroom separately. Exhausted from their passionate encounter, they returned to their seats to rest. The next day, upon arriving at their destination, they discovered they lived in the same city and exchanged phone numbers for future contact. Her husband, however, was still wary of her, treating me like a thief, unaware that his wife no longer belonged entirely to him.
[The End]

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