Romantic Encounters on the High-Speed Rail during the National Day Holiday

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Because of overtime work, I didn't get to go home until noon on National Day. I bought a high-speed train ticket from Baoji to Xi'an, and anticipating traffic jams, I arrived at the train station early. Seeing I had some time, I ate a quick meal in the waiting hall. While looking for a seat, I suddenly noticed a stunningly beautiful woman eating cold noodles in a corner. Mustering my courage, I sat down opposite her.

She was truly a sight to behold, a feast for the eyes. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, and then, when it was time to board, we both left. Here's the important part: Once on the train, I sat by the window. Seeing that no one was sitting next to me, I placed my coat beside me and settled into a position to drift off to sleep. Suddenly, a breathtakingly beautiful woman apologized to an elderly woman sitting in the aisle, asking me to come in. I quickly took my coat away so she could sit down. At that moment, I was torn: should I sleep or try to chat with her? Ultimately, out of shyness, I adjusted my position to fall asleep again, my left arm resting on the armrest. Suddenly, I felt a smooth, cool, silky arm slowly approaching my arm. I squinted and saw she was playing on her phone. Through the contact of our arms, I could feel her scrolling. Later, her arm pressed closer and closer to mine; I wasn't sure if she needed it or if it was intentional. Suddenly, she put down her phone, preparing to sleep, her arm seemingly slipping off the armrest as she drifted off. During this time, my arm was tense, afraid to move.

Later, she seemed to fall asleep, her head resting on my arm. Damn, if I didn't take the initiative, would I even be a man? I first lowered my leg, pressing it against hers. Seeing she didn't react, I moved it up and down, rubbing against her thigh, but she still didn't react. I glanced at the old lady next to us; she wasn't paying much attention to us. I deliberately scratched my leg, then ran my hand over her thigh—it was so bouncy! She still didn't move, so I gently stroked her thigh from her buttocks with the back of my hand. Suddenly, her leg moved closer to me. I got the confirmation, and with my palm, I stroked her leg, placing my arm on her breast. She suddenly reached out and gripped my hand tightly. I rubbed my arm against her breasts, feeling how thin her bra was, how soft her breasts were, and how hard her nipples were even through her clothes. Then I covered us both with my coat and stroked her crotch. She got aroused and reached down to press my penis through her pants. Not to be outdone, I slipped my hand inside her pants, cupping her vulva. Her panties were soaked, and she reached in to grab my penis. Because my belt was too tight, she couldn't get her hand in, so she gave up. I slipped my hand inside her panties and inserted it directly. She turned her head towards me and let out a soft moan. I quickly glanced at the old lady next to me, but she didn't seem to care much. I kept thrusting, and she became increasingly wet. I whispered in her ear, "Let's go to the toilet," and she shook her head. I didn't force her, but my hand didn't listen, continuing to thrust into her vulva. She also rubbed her breasts, her movements a bit exaggerated. I got a little worried and invited her to the toilet again. She hesitated for a moment, but still didn't agree. Later, sensing something was off about us, the old lady stopped.

She clung to my arm, seemingly like a lover, her eyes tightly closed. She whispered in my ear, "I noticed you as soon as you got on the bus. I never thought we'd end up together. You're handsome, but your penis is a bit small." I said, "13cm isn't short, is it? How about we try it?" She said, "I like big ones." I said, "I'll find you a donkey." She laughed heartily, her breasts rubbing against my arm.

A short hour passed, and it was time to get off. We exchanged WeChat contacts and got off separately. She kept turning back to look at me as she walked ahead. I caught up with her and said, "Let's take the subway together." She agreed. We got on the subway, and she hugged me, saying it would be better if the subway was crowded. I smiled knowingly and then hugged her from behind. She started nudging me with her buttocks, quite forcefully. I looked around worriedly. I was genuinely afraid of running into someone I knew. Later, we parted ways. Before leaving, I pinched her buttocks hard and reluctantly got off the train.

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