【Wolf's Mature Woman's Memories】--Part 1---A Beautiful Encounter

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Author: killbody
Published on June 17, 2017 on the forum.
Original article. First publication.
Word count: 5738.

I am a child from the countryside, missing the passionate era of the Red Revolution. The only thing I know is from the stories my elders told me about
their experiences.

Most of it was about toiling in the fields, gossiping about everyone, and
showing off the scars on their bodies—some from fights, others from the wars after the founding of the People's Republic. Perhaps only those
passionate stories in the ordinary lives after laying down their guns can truly resonate with them
. I, on the other hand, long to one day sit under an elm tree like them, telling the next generation about my glorious years, perhaps even showing off my scars so they can envy me.

While we were still being influenced by various revolutionary films on television or learning martial arts
moves from TV dramas, that great man had already begun the greatest reform in Chinese history, and unfortunately, we were still
completely unaware .

From the obvious stirrings of desire in junior high to high school, I knew that both my left and right hands could bring the same
pleasure as in porn. The shift in my thinking meant that I, who had once been so arrogant, now understood the gap between myself and my peers. The simplest
explanation was who was rich and well-dressed, and who was poor and struggling.

Unfortunately, I was one of those struggling kids. Perhaps the fairest thing God does is bring you into
this world , and the rest…

As the college entrance exam approached, we started imagining dating and sex in college, losing our virginity, and making
our beards look more real and reliable. The whole dorm was full of animals. We started letting the day students use
the money we collected to buy pornographic novels from street vendors. The day students bought them like thieves, trembling with fear,
afraid of being discovered by acquaintances or parents. We'd

show them what it was like when we brought them back to the dorm. One day, a day student sneaked into our dorm and pulled a pornographic
DVD out of his bag. The animals were astonished. "Damn, that's awesome!"

The student was showered with compliments, and this adoration made him incredibly proud. "I found it in
the trash heap !" he exclaimed. "Damn, why are you so proud? We only ever see condoms in those trash heaps. You
're fucking lucky!" He then exclaimed, "I never knew a woman's anatomy was like that before! That slit I've always dreamed of inserting into isn't in the same place as I
imagined . How the hell is it down there? Isn't it the same place as a penis? Otherwise
, how do you do it? High difficulty! Of course, back then I had no idea about the various positions."

The men stared at the cover, sighing deeply. Now they finally knew what a naked woman looked like.
Their eyes gleamed with lust at the image of a thick penis half-inserted, marveling at its size. "Damn porn movies,
isn't it just about lying down and wildly fucking? Damn, you haven't even aimed properly yet!" It seems you have to know the whole story before you can do anything.
Half-baked knowledge is harmful. Porn movies, go to hell! That night, I fantasized about the teacher at school, whose breasts were at least an E-
cup, practicing a shooting game, and fell asleep feeling empty.

That's how I ended up in college, where I started accessing porn sites, spending all night watching those kinds of pictures, movies, or playing those games.
You might be thinking, "Here comes the sex scene," right? Dream on! The above is just filler to reach the word count. I, a mediocre
single dog, actually finished college and entered the workforce. My lewd college life began, and ended just as uneventfully!

Any problems? No problem! I went to work! (The End! — You'll definitely
curse me to death . I posted a few short stories in the erotic forum before, based on my true experiences. This time I want to write a series; any resemblance
is purely coincidental.)

So I started my internship, without any grand ambitions, because I knew it would be cruel. The girl I had a crush on in college had already been
taken by a fat guy; everything was just like that. I missed the time to lose my virginity and be taken. Every morning, looking at
my erect penis , I felt incredibly guilty. I started my internship at an electronics factory recommended by the school.

As a computer science student, I started soldering circuit boards, soldering a few wires onto a small circuit board. After
several months I handed over my hard-earned 2,000 yuan and a piece of paper stamped with a red seal to the school
, finally receiving the diploma I had spent years and tens of thousands of yuan to buy. I spat at the school gate with a few clothes in my pocket and walked away without looking back
. On the train back to my hometown, heading west, a day and two nights felt incredibly difficult.

After midnight, passengers got off and on.

The two people next to me and the three opposite me got off, making the already sparsely populated carriage feel even more empty. I
lay down alone and drifted off to sleep. After about half an hour, I woke up and opened my eyes—oh my god! A floral
mini-skirt and two white thighs. I saw white panties underneath, and immediately got an erection.
My lewd self started fantasizing about how exciting it would be to lick her through her panties. Slowly, I raised my head and saw her dozing on the table, so I
quietly lay back down. A moment later, the woman reached inside her thigh and scratched herself.
The instant her legs parted, I thought I saw hair!

My heart was probably pounding, my blood felt like it was boiling! Suddenly, the woman bent down and pulled out a plastic bag from under
the seat , and our eyes met! I looked at the face that had suddenly appeared, a hint of
surprise followed by embarrassment. Her eyes darted around as if she'd realized something, and she snapped her legs shut.

I stupidly closed my eyes too—what a stupid mistake! What to do?
Shouldn't a fresh graduate have an innocent face, like a blank sheet of paper? Screw that blank sheet, it's definitely covered in
semen! But has my lewd face and suggestive expression been discovered? I feel exposed
! I can't pretend to be asleep anymore. I sat up awkwardly and saw those slightly evasive eyes and
the face of a mature woman. Looking down, wow, a pair of nice breasts! My

erection, which had just gone limp, returned. I wondered, is my face really that lewd? I got up and
ran to the aisle to smoke, and also to calm myself down. Before I'd even finished my cigarette, I saw the mature woman with her
instant noodles coming over. This time I saw her figure—full
-figured with a bit of fat on her lower abdomen, and her round, large buttocks as she turned to get water for the noodles. The edge of her underwear was so clearly visible—a truly stunning woman.

I returned to my seat and watched her eat, taking small bites; her lips were so tempting! I drifted off into a daze, lost in
fantasies , and then, feeling sleepy again, I lay back down. This time, the mature woman didn't open her legs; she probably
already noticed me. She took out a wide scarf or something and draped it over her legs.

Well! This time, it's hopeless! I drifted off like this until daytime, and then more people boarded the train next to her.
Two men were sitting there, glancing at her every now and then. I was furious. Couldn't they be normal? Their
lewd behavior was one thing, but they were ugly too! Screw them! Next to me sat a woman, also
a mature woman, who had been sleeping since boarding. She was very thin, with decent looks, but her breasts were too small. I prefer
large, full breasts, and she wasn't my type.

She was chatting on QQ on her phone; it had a large screen, a candybar phone (back then, smartphones were only Symbian
). The man in the middle opposite me was intentionally or unintentionally moving towards the mature woman. Suddenly, she stood up and left,
probably realizing it. I followed her out to smoke in the aisle and saw her there too. I asked her, "
Hey, where are you going? I just graduated and moved to City C." She glanced at me, smiled, and said, "Me too." I said, "What a coincidence!
" She said yes.

She smiled and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?" I smiled back, wondering what was going on. She said, "What else can you do on the train
? It's always like this on trains, I'm exhausted." She added, "You guys can just lie down and sleep,
but it's inconvenient for us girls, it's not elegant." I said, "Who cares? When you're sleepy, you can't stop yourself." I looked at her
skirt and said, "It really is inconvenient for you, you should wear long pants next time." She smiled

and said, "Exactly, I'll be more careful next time." I joked, "Exactly, you're so pretty, there are a lot of bad guys around." She chuckled and said, "There aren't that many bad
guys I felt she didn't dislike me much, so we chatted
for a while and then went back to our seats. Two men opposite her were talking and laughing, the one in the middle moving closer to her. I suddenly said, "Sister, come sit here, others will need to get on
at our stop , don't take up their seats." She paused for a moment, then looked a little grateful and said, "
Okay."

I readily gave up my seat; he sat by the window, and I sat in the middle. The faint
fragrance me dizzy. The guy in the middle glared at me a few times, and I glared back, thinking, "
Who's afraid of who? Let's fight with knives, whoever backs down is a coward!" We kept exchanging glances like that
. Don't fucking pretend to be tough just because you've shaved your head; even I'm afraid of myself when I get ruthless! The older woman noticed our staring and started talking to me. She asked if I
'd found a job, and I made small talk. We kept exchanging glances. In the afternoon, she
probably got sleepy and fell asleep on the table. That bastard across from me, sitting by the window, pretended to want to sleep too.

I was furious. I wanted to punch him. "You son of a bitch, don't you see everyone's disgusted with you, and
you're still pushing your luck?" I patted the older woman and said, "Hey sis, want some water?" She hesitated for a moment and said, "Sure." I
opened my unopened bottle of mineral water and gave it to her. She took a small sip and put it on the table. Then she went back to sleep by the window. The bald
guy said, "Brother, where are you from?" with a provocative tone. I asked if there was anything wrong. He said he was just asking.

Then he started talking to the woman next to me. She replied briefly and then ignored him. He
looked laughing. He had that smug look on his face, practically screaming "bad guy." Didn't he have any self-awareness?

It was almost evening, and the mature woman slowly leaned on my shoulder and continued to sleep. I got excited, thinking, "This is such a good thing
, it's my turn now! What should I do?" Was I a beast or worse? Looking back, I was just driven by lust.
It would have been a fool of me to actually do anything. Suddenly, the woman next to me said, "Oh dear, my phone's almost dead
. I'm so bored."

I thought, "Great!" I needed an excuse to get her QQ number, so I said, "Use my phone to log in.
I have plenty of data, and I haven't been chatting." She agreed and started chatting on my phone. People were so innocent
back then . But QQ didn't have as many features as it does now; it was just for chatting. Because the mature woman was
sleeping next to me, I didn't move, afraid that if I moved, this wonderful moment would be ruined. The woman next to me, while we were chatting, said, "Little brother,
what's your QQ number? I'll add you."

I said okay, and she added me. During this time, the mature woman woke up and fell asleep again and again, but mostly slept next to me.
Maybe she thought I was a decent guy, not a bad person at heart? The man opposite me had his legs stretched out really long, and I even reminded him
to pull them back, which made the atmosphere even more tense. Around 9 PM, we stopped at one stop, and the woman next to me returned my phone and got off
, thanking me. I said, "You're welcome." The bald man also got off, saying to me as he left, "Friend, be careful next time
!" I thought, "Anyone can talk tough, what's it to you!" I was pulled away by the woman next to him.

The mature woman said, "Little brother, it's not worth arguing with that kind of person." I said, "I can't stand that kind of person, he's a jerk!"
I thought to myself, even men have their limits when it comes to lust. We're not thugs, and there's a limit to harassing women. If
two people are attracted to each other, nobody can stop them. But forcing someone is going too far, and getting beaten up and scolded
is their own fault!

Then two more people got on, seemingly a couple, in their thirties. The woman was quite attractive, but her posture was indecent;
she took up two seats, legs spread apart, chatting with the man. "Honey, I'm so sleepy. Let's
rent another place next month; it's too far from work." The man agreed, no problem, his eyes constantly glancing at the woman.
Turns out, he was lustful too! They started chatting. He worked in construction, often doing subcontracting for his boss in City C, and his
wife worked at a supermarket.

It turned out the woman also worked in City C; her husband was a salesman, and they were planning to buy a house next year.

By midnight, everyone was sleepy, and the lights in the carriage dimmed. The man sat
outside , the woman asleep with her head resting on his lap. The mature woman and I, too, were half-asleep, exchanging a few words.
The man opposite us was also drowsy; his hand, resting on his wife's shoulder, slowly slid down to her chest. He probably didn't even realize it, occasionally
pinching her, making the mature woman incredibly embarrassed.

But I was different; it was good to watch, a feast for the eyes. I took a thin blanket from my backpack and covered my legs to hide my
penis. Just then, the mature woman got up to go to the bathroom, still half-asleep and unsteady on her feet, stumbling towards me. Her hand
landed squarely on my penis! Good heavens, it almost broke! I hurriedly caught her with both hands. This was amazing; by sheer
bad luck ended up with her breasts in my arms. My mind went blank; it was such a wonderful experience. My fingers unconsciously squeezed them,
and my voice trembled as I asked, "Are you alright, sister?"

The mature woman knew she had touched my sensitive spot and quickly asked if I was alright. I said I was fine, we gave each other an awkward
laugh, and she got up and left. A while later, the air conditioning in the carriage hadn't been turned down, and I felt a slight chill. I grabbed
a blanket covered myself with it. I noticed the woman seemed a bit cold too. I asked, "Are you cold, sister?" She said a little. I said, "Here, let's each
cover ourselves with half of this; we just bought it and haven't used it yet." She agreed, and we both covered ourselves with it.

A little while later, she got sleepy, put her legs up on the seat, curled her head towards the window, and fell asleep. I
covered her with a blanket, and I sat cross-legged on my seat, warming myself with the blanket. Looking at her sleeping soundly, I felt
a sudden pang of pity. Maybe my novice desire for women was too strong. I wanted to hold her in my arms and gently kiss her
face… Age can no longer stop me, but what can I do? Occasional encounters only bring memories that leave me feeling wistful.

She fell asleep, but I felt a sudden dryness in my mouth. Perhaps her curled-up sleeping position made her uncomfortable; her two
little feet stretched out a bit and rested on my lap, pressing right on my penis! I shamelessly got an erection. Yes, it felt like
a desecration; I was somewhat distracted by sin. If only the soul is reincarnated, then let the body fall! My penis was being stimulated
in waves , like a small stick tapping her little feet. She woke up, looked up at me,
smiled slightly, truly stunning! Then she fell asleep sweetly! I think this was a signal; perhaps she would acquiesce. My hand, hidden under the blanket
, slowly moved to her knee. I felt her stiffen for a moment, then relax.

Her foot even rubbed against my crotch a few times—what could stop me now, even if I were called a beast?

I slowly stroked her thigh, my hands trembling, even my breath trembling. In the dim
light, I seemed to see her tightly closed eyes trembling too! Slowly, I touched her beautiful buttocks, round and soft,
then, like a little thief, I furtively looked around, afraid of being discovered. I slowly slipped my hand under her skirt,
about to touch that mysterious place.

Suddenly, her hand grabbed mine. At that moment, I was at a loss. If I gave up, all
the pleasure be lost. My middle finger touched her panties; she moved slightly but didn't pull away. Then her hand
loosened, her fists clenched against her chest—perhaps she was also expecting something. My gentle caresses of her genitals gradually became
rougher. I noticed her breathing becoming heavier, and I could feel the wetness even through her panties. I used
techniques to tease her, and the feeling of entering her body that moment was so intense! After trembling a few times,
she used her hands to block me. I tried a few more times without success, so I gave up.

She sat up, and I saw her cheeks were slightly flushed, and I felt a wave of guilt. I sat close to
her , we sat under the blanket without speaking, and I took her hand and slowly placed it on my penis, letting her feel
its hunger.

Finally, she grasped it. I then took her hand and placed it on my chest, letting her know my inner excitement!
She looked at me, smiled slightly, and was just as stunning! My arms encircled her waist, and slowly she leaned on my
shoulder. This mature woman, like a child, perhaps needed gentleness.

My arms around her waist didn't stop; I moved to her breasts and gently kneaded them. Her hand held
my penis with the same gentleness.

I don't know how much time passed, or perhaps it was just a moment, but the people in the carriage began to wake up, some preparing to get off.
She and I sat up, as if nothing had happened! I was disappointed, and she must have felt a sense of loss too. As
we approached the final stop, we didn't exchange a single word; perhaps that was just how it would be. Just before getting off, I mustered my courage and asked, "
Sister, could you leave me your *****? QQ is fine too."

She rolled her eyes at me and whispered, "I thought you wouldn't want it?"

Suddenly, I felt the world wasn't so heartless after all; I finally felt some warmth! She
gave me her QQ and phone number. I gave them to her too.

At the final stop, we picked up our luggage and got off. I helped her with all her luggage, saying, "Sister, I'll take care of it; you
don't need to carry anything!" This was the insignificant effort a newbie just entering society could offer, wasn't it? She smiled and said thank you.
As we were about to exit the platform, she said, "Give me your bag; my husband is waiting for me outside."

Looking at her face, I felt disappointed, but forced a smile and said, "Okay." She suddenly reached out and touched my face, saying, "
Thank you!" I almost cried then. Was this another cruel joke from fate? The age gap already
prevented us from yearning for love, but what could we do? I watched her walk off the platform. I picked up my phone and dialed her
number . I watched her answer, and I remained silent for a moment.

She said, "Why aren't you saying anything?" A soft laugh from the receiver seemed to give me courage. I said, "Sister, thank you
for letting me experience the feeling of being a woman, even if it was only briefly." She said, "Really?" I said yes. "Will we see each other again?"
She said, "Maybe." She turned and looked back at me, and I hid. "Have a safe journey!" This was our final farewell
… She reached out and touched my face, saying, "Thank you!"

I almost cried then. Was this another cruel joke from fate? The age gap already prevented
us from yearning for love, but what could we do? I watched her walk off the platform. I picked up my phone and dialed her number.
I watched her answer, and I remained silent for a moment.

She said, "Why aren't you saying anything?" A soft laugh from the receiver seemed to give me courage. I said, "Sister, thank you
for letting me experience the feeling of being a woman, even if it was only briefly." She said, "Really?" I said yes. "Will we see each other again?"
She said, "Maybe." She turned and looked back at me, and I hid. "Have a safe journey!" This was our final farewell
…

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