【The Fleeting Spring Festival Travel Rush】(Part 1)

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Every year before the Spring Festival, I believe everyone who lives away from home will think of one word in unison – the Spring Festival

travel rush.

Those who have experienced the Spring Festival travel rush once will try their best to avoid it again. I was

one of them, knowing the agony of it, so I booked my ticket before it started. But… plans

always change. This year, I unfortunately joined the massive Spring Festival travel rush again. Luckily, it was the starting station, and

I managed to get a hard seat through connections; otherwise, I would have stood for over thirty hours straight.

That's the good thing about starting stations; even if it's crowded, you can get on the train early and slowly board. Unlike some stations

where it's so crowded you can't even squeeze on, and you can only clutch your ticket tightly, swaying involuntarily with the crowd as you watch the train depart

– that's truly miserable.

When I finally found my seat, I discovered it was an aisle seat, already occupied by an elderly man who looked to be in his sixties.

We glanced at each other, nodded slightly, and I sat down without a word, leaning back to catch a nap.

When I opened my eyes, it was already afternoon. I politely greeted the old man, asked him to watch my luggage, and

prepared to get something to eat. Returning from the dining car, I passed the smoking area and, as usual, lit a cigarette after my meal, just as

the train pulled into the station…

I never expected this small station to be so crowded… the aisles were completely blocked. Perhaps ticket checks were more lenient at

this small station. But the station was truly packed. During the peak of migrant worker return trips,

when the smoking area was overflowing, my cigarette was only half-burned. I really didn't understand why the train wasn't overcrowded.

Adhering to the principle of thrift and laziness, I decided to finish the cigarette. The result was… the number of people kept

increasing, and I was gradually forced against the carriage wall. I heard the conductor shout, "Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze a little more, just a little more, and you

'll be on the train. Hurry up, we're about to depart!" Suddenly, a violent shove occurred, and I was completely pressed against the wall. "Damn it!

I should have known better than to smoke!" Now it was difficult to move; the cigarette was finished, and I couldn't move at all. "Excuse me

, excuse me!" I tried shouting a few times, but the unmoved crowd behind me, the

suitcases of all sizes, and the people carrying several large backpacks had almost completely filled all the space, and I

was completely trapped.

Finally, I made it to the next station, and the train conductor finally opened the door. I was finally happy, but who knew that

an even bigger surge of people would come from the front carriage. I couldn't even push against the flow, so I had to keep pressing myself against the wall. Later

I learned that there was a train conductor checking tickets at the front, and if people squeezed together at the back, the conductor wouldn't come over if there were too many people.

I had seen this trick before, and it had an exceptionally high success rate. "Sigh!" At least my spot wasn't too bad, with a view from the window

. I had no choice but to make do with this.

"Ouch!" A sweet cry rang out. The voice was very pleasant, so melodious that it even reminded me of Japanese

AV. Of course, it was just a random thought; after all, you have to find your own enjoyment in life.

I felt the crowd move, and then people were forced to push and shove each other. Some people started to get impatient. I looked

curiously towards the source of the voice, fantasizing about what the person sounded like. After a while, I heard

a few complaints, and the crowd quieted down again. Seeing nothing, I turned to look out the window, hoping we'd

reach a major station quickly so I could slip away while everyone took a breather.

"Ouch!" It was that same pleasant female voice again. The crowd stirred, and a few more people muttered something

offensive . Suddenly, I was forcefully pushed against the window. I

almost cursed; how could they push like that? It was so unethical!

"Huh?" I felt something soft and warm against my back, a faint fragrance wafting around

me , masking the previous stench of sweat. I knew it was a woman behind me, and judging from the perfume

, she was a nice woman, at least a woman of good taste.

I pressed myself further back, to make myself more comfortable and to feel more clearly. I confirmed

that what was pressed against me was a woman's soft breasts. Maintaining this position, I felt she didn't back down; instead, she

pressed even closer. I couldn't help but think of those romantic encounters I'd read about in erotic novels. "Could I have stumbled upon one this time?"

Perhaps because there were so many people and so much carbon dioxide, or maybe because I was too excited, I started to feel

hot. I took off my down jacket. As I took off my clothes, my elbows inevitably slipped back, and through the thin

cashmere sweater , I could feel the soft, round shape behind me. "Excuse me, I'm taking off my clothes!" I tried my best to turn my head,

taking the opportunity to look at her, but all I saw was her head down, wearing a white lace-trimmed blouse, her long hair hanging down, struggling to hold onto

the carriage wall beside me.

I mean, how could I feel it so clearly in winter? She was wearing a blouse!

Just as I finished taking off my clothes, the train suddenly turned, and the whole carriage swayed. She lost her grip on the carriage wall,

but I managed to grab her other arm, pressing her entire body against my back. I could even feel

the undulation of her breasts with the swaying of the carriage…

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I responded politely to her apology. After all, not

every woman likes being flirted with, so I didn’t continue my erotic fantasy. But she leaned back, quickly pressing

her breasts even closer to my back…

“Is she really trying to seduce me? Is she interested in me?”

As I was lost in thought, I felt her breasts slide from the middle of my back towards my shoulder,

completely touching. The friction through my clothes made me feel the lace of her lingerie… My

penis went erect! She rested her chin on my shoulder, a few strands of hair tickling my collar, and my face

flushed.

"Excuse me, could you switch places with me?" she whispered in my ear, the warmth of her breath stimulating my

earlobe.

"Sure! Let's switch!" I was captivated without a second thought.

I felt her breasts massaging my back again, only faster and with more pressure, but I

liked it .

Because the space was too small, I moved to let her come closer. She pressed herself against me, and the several

men around us, dressed somewhat strangely, led her to press her chest against me, who seemed so refined.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but the moment she came closer, someone pushed her a little more.

She was already pressed against my chest, and was completely squeezed against my back. I felt that round surface suddenly

expand , being pressed down until the edge of her breasts covered my back, and I could feel the soft flesh touching my ribs.

She pressed down on me, completely enclosing my back, and I could even vaguely feel her rapid heartbeat.

She squeezed forcefully to my side, the pleasure of the pressure making my breathing quicken and my face flush,

but the carriage was crowded and humid, so no one would notice. I was genuinely glad I had taken off my down jacket, otherwise I would

have missed it…

To accommodate her, I shifted my body slightly in the opposite direction to let her come closer, and her breasts regained

their hemispherical shape, at least no longer making me feel like I was a meat pie. As soon as her chest moved to my side, I was

pushed back by the crowd I had just pushed against, and to give her more space, I raised the arm closest to her

above my …

As a result, she trapped me right between her soft breasts, and we remained in that position. She

tried to move, but the indentation was too deep, and I felt the two mounds on my chest and back tighten on either side; at that height, trying to

force myself through was a complete fantasy. My face was burning hot. She kept her head down, her long hair hanging down, so I couldn't see her

face, but her chest was pressed against my ribs. I could feel her rapid heartbeat and the frequency of her breathing

…

“Could you move aside?” Perhaps she had just been jostled from behind, her voice trembled slightly. I could even

feel her sternum colliding with my ribs, and her large breasts

rubbed against me with the slight rise and fall of the carriage… I even forgot to go back to my seat, forgot that I had just painfully waited for my stop, forgot

the time…

“Excuse me, could you move aside a little more!” Her voice rang out again, pulling me

back from my daze.

“Sorry, there are just too many people!” To avoid making her doubt my character, I squeezed my body in the opposite

direction. Her breasts were actually sandwiched between my sides. When she pulled away, both breasts

pulled away at the same time. Perhaps she was too eager to create distance and didn't control her strength well. I felt her

nipple flick me, but it didn't hurt.

We both tried to squeeze in opposite directions in the crowded carriage at the same time. The result was predictable: we were both

pushed back. However, this time she avoided the awkwardness by using her hand and successfully moved to face me. She hugged her chest

with one hand, using her arm slightly above my stomach, just

below my sternum. I felt a little uncomfortable. But I couldn't bring myself to ask her to remove her hand.

In this position, it felt like she was in my arms; we looked like a couple. Although she tried to

stay close to the carriage wall, the distance between us didn't increase; her arm remained against my chest. Her

long, black hair was just near my lips, emitting a faint lemon scent, which made me unconsciously bring my nose

closer . Perhaps she felt the warmth of my breath, because she slightly pressed her head against the carriage wall as well. I braced myself against

the carriage walls with my hands to prevent the crowd from actually hurting her, but after a while, it was really tiring. Especially since the sky outside

had darkened sometime earlier, the high carbon dioxide levels made the weariness even more intense, and

the pressure was increasing. It seemed like someone was standing and leaning against the person next to me, fast asleep…

My palms were pressed against the cold carriage wall for a long time. The cold iron, even in the crowded carriage in winter,

still sent a chill down my spine after a while. The hand holding the down jacket was a little better, as the clothes provided some insulation, but

the other hand was starting to go numb. She hadn't moved for a long time, just pressed tightly against the cold iron wall.

Her breathing had become even, but I noticed that her body seemed to be shivering.

“Hey! Miss! Are you cold?” I whispered, my mouth close to hers. I didn't even know if I was

trying to get closer to her or afraid of disturbing the people standing and sleeping.

“Um… a little!” Her voice was even lower than mine, but the end of her sentence trembled slightly, as if

she had been enduring it for some time.

"Come closer, it'll be less cold with this coat on." I pulled her closer to me. She didn't

resist much; in fact, she snuggled closer, probably because she was wearing too little clothing and had been against the metal for too long, making her body cold and wanting

some warmth.

I grabbed the collar of my down jacket and lowered it over her head. Just as I finished, a man next to me, seemingly

dozing off , leaned against me. I was still holding the down jacket behind her with one hand in the air, and with the other hand pulling her

into my arms, my legs, which I was trying to keep upright, gave way. The hand she had been using to support herself against my chest had probably

gone numb from so long. As I pulled her into my arms, she was about to switch hands, and that hand... it really was numb.

How did I know? As I couldn't hold on any longer and leaned against the carriage wall with her in my arms, she was pressed

tightly against my down jacket, and we were both completely covered by it. But… her hand, the

one I mentioned was numb, was pressed between my legs, and she didn't seem to notice, her fingers

still moving slightly… My erection was doing sit-ups with her slightly moving fingers, and

she didn't seem to realize it, her movements becoming increasingly agile. You'd think that if a hand wasn't numb, it could be there,

moving around so freely as if it didn't exist.

We were closer together, taking up less space, and both of us were more comfortable. But she seemed to feel that

our position was somewhat ambiguous, somewhat inappropriate. While moving her wrists and fingers between my legs,

she breathed hot air onto my neck and said, "Could you move a little further?!" She

spoke . I forcefully leaned back, and she gasped in alarm; I heard her.

The instant I fell, she was holding one side of her down jacket collar over her shoulder with one hand, and the other hand was in front of me

. Naturally, she chose to use her free hand to pull me up, though she probably forgot that that hand had just been

numbly practicing its dexterity between my legs. She still quickly reached out with that numb hand…

She grabbed me tightly. I believe anyone with a numb hand can't grip anything very firmly.

So , her grip on my hand was only what she saw; I was just pushed

back by the people next to me, and what she grabbed was my little brother, which had been diligently doing sit-ups with her fingers. Of course,

now it was rock hard, and she was holding it tightly through my pants. Of course, she was also holding my

trouser zipper at the same time. Her numb hand, and her somewhat panicked state, made her overlook what she was holding…

Normally, a numb hand can't grip things tightly, but… she seemed genuinely afraid I would just fall like that.

Perhaps her hand was feeling better, or perhaps she was just too kind, but she actually used her numb hand to clench tightly and

pull her towards her…

“Ah!”

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