My chance encounter with the older woman on the train

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Easy days always pass so quickly. I'd only been resting for a few days when I got a call from my boss – oh no!
He wanted me to go on a business trip to Shenyang. Luckily, it wasn't too far, only a 4-hour train ride. Dejected, I packed a few clothes and a small bag and rushed out to the train station. Thankfully, there weren't many people this time of year, and I bought my ticket smoothly. Seeing I had some time, I strolled over to the KFC next to the station to buy two hamburgers to eat on the train. Going inside, I saw it really was the off-season; even the KFC was practically empty. After buying my snacks, I went back to the station's tea bar and found a quiet spot to read the newspaper while waiting for the train.
As I was reading and drinking tea, a fragrant breeze suddenly swept past me. Looking up in the direction of the wind, a beautiful figure came into view. She wore a black suit dress, the skirt highlighting her shapely hips, flesh-colored stockings encasing her shapely calves, a slender yet full waist, and long, black hair cascading down her back. Her height, probably around 170cm, accentuated by her black high heels, and her perfect proportions kept me staring at her. Watching this beautiful woman (from behind) frantically rummaging through her small bag, I slowly looked away. Just as I turned my gaze back to the newspaper, I caught a glimpse of a small black notebook on the ground a little in front of my feet. I bent down, picked it up, and glanced at it. It was a phone book; judging from the neat handwriting, it must belong to a woman. A faint fragrance lingered on the book. While I wouldn't call myself a connoisseur of scent, that faint fragrance and the previous waft of perfume definitely belonged to the same person.
"Hello, is this yours?" I quickly walked over, holding the phone book behind her, and asked.
"Oh! Thank you. Thank you so much! I've been looking for it for ages; I never thought I'd lost it. Thank you so much!" She turned around to take the phone book, thanking me profusely. As she turned, my gaze fixed on her. Her lightly made-up face was deeply etched in my mind. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but her delicate features perfectly complemented her elegant demeanor. Especially her beautiful eyes, so bright and expressive, and her almost perfect lips—the epitome of sexiness. I was completely mesmerized, seemingly oblivious to what she was saying. My usual eloquence vanished in that moment, and only after a few seconds, realizing my lapse, did I awkwardly reply with a "You're welcome," before hurriedly returning to my seat to continue reading the newspaper. To say I was reading the newspaper was an understatement; I had no idea what was written on it.
Finally, the train arrived, I boarded with my ticket, and sat down in my seat, gazing out the window, my mind still replaying that beautiful figure and that elegant face. As the train started moving, my thoughts were pulled back. Getting up to go to the smoking area, I discovered the carriage was unusually empty. Only a few seats were occupied, with a handful of passengers scattered around, and some even lying down to sleep. Heh, thinking back to the Spring Festival travel rush and looking at it now, things are so different now. After finishing my cigarette, I returned to my seat, took out my laptop, and found a movie I'd just downloaded to pass the time. That familiar scent wafted into my nostrils once more. Looking up, I saw that beautiful woman standing by the aisle, putting things on the shelf. At that moment, I was incredibly grateful for Lady Luck's favor. I'd already mentally berated myself for my lapse in judgment in not approaching her, but now Lady Luck had brought her back to me. Opportunity knocks but once.
"Here, let me help you," I said, standing up and helping her put her things on the shelf.
"Thank you. Oh, what a coincidence, it's you again," she said, straightening her clothes as she looked at me.
"Hehe, yeah. What a coincidence. You're also going to Shenyang? Why did it take you so long to get up?" I said, sitting back down and taking out food and drinks from my bag, slowly sipping my water to calm myself down.
"Going to Shenyang on a business trip. I just got a call from home, and I was getting things while answering the phone, so I was a little slow. What about you?
What are you doing in Shenyang?" She asked, adjusting her clothes as she sat down opposite me.
"Me too, going to Shenyang on a business trip. Hehe, looks like we're quite a coincidence." I said, sipping my water. We chatted slowly, and as time went on, I gradually learned that her name was Zhao Jing, a department manager at an IT company. The company had taken on a project in Shenyang that required her to go there to handle the initial business processes and training. She was 34 years old and had a two-and-a-half-year-old son. Her husband worked at the same company as her, as a driver for the boss. I happened to have a friend who worked in ERP, so I started chatting with her about everything under the sun, from software to stocks to various industries and finally, life in general. As we chatted and ate snacks, my talkative nature was unleashed. I bought four more bottles of beer from the train attendant and continued our conversation.
"Sister Zhao, do you always travel for work like this? What about your son when you're away?" "I can't help it. It's company-arranged, I can't refuse. My son's grandma helps take care of him, so I can relax a bit. I can't compare to you! Look how good you are, you can rest after finishing your business, but I have to work hard every day." Perhaps because of her sentimentality, Sister Zhao picked up a bottle of beer from the table and drank it.
"This can't go on forever. Women age quickly if they overwork themselves." I said to Sister Zhao as we drank.
"What? Am I old?" Sister Zhao looked at me with a hint of embarrassment.
"No, no. You're so beautiful, so elegant, and have such a great figure, how could you look old? To be honest, you don't look like a woman with a child at all. You could easily pass for 25. I misspoke, here's my penalty drink." I said as I downed the beer.
"You're so glib, never a word you say is serious. You're obviously a 'gardener,' you've fooled a lot of young girls, haven't you?" Sister Zhao said, pouring a drink into her mouth.
"I don't fool young girls, it's boring. If I'm going to fool someone, it has to be someone like you." Looking at Sister Zhao's beautiful face, I don't know why I blurted out my true feelings.
"Nonsense, you're almost an old woman, why would you fool me?" Sister Zhao said, lowering her head to drink, her face flushing, I didn't know if it was shyness or the effect of the alcohol. "Who said you're old? You're so charming, who else would I fool if not you? I guess those who haven't fooled you are either afraid they won't be able to fool you, or they have some kind of physiological problem. Someone as healthy and thoughtful as me, I have to try fooling them." I said, looking at Sister Zhao's shy appearance.
"Pfft..." Sister Zhao sprayed the beer she had just drunk directly at me. "Oh dear! I'm sorry, see if you dare to talk nonsense again." Sister Zhao said, leaning over to wipe the beer off me. Because the train was quite hot, she had already taken off her coat, wearing a white plaid shirt. From the peek of her neckline, I could see her fair breasts encased in a white bra. With the swaying of the train and Sister Zhao's wiping, those fair breasts trembled slightly.
"It's alright, it's alright," I said, wiping the spilled beer off myself. Because of this awkward incident, Sister Zhao and I fell into silence. Sister Zhao blushed and looked out the window. I, on the other hand, drank my beer alone. Seeing Sister Zhao fidgeting back and forth with her legs, I said, "Sister Zhao, are you tired of sitting like that? Why don't you stretch your legs out and put them on this chair?" I patted the chair as I spoke.
"Don't talk nonsense again, understand?" Sister Zhao gave me a shy, glaring look. "Wearing high heels, of course it's tiring. You still have a conscience," she said, taking off her high heels, rubbing her feet, and stretching her legs out onto the chair next to mine.
"You too, why dress so formally for a business trip? Dress more casually, change when you get there." I said, glancing at Sister Zhao's small feet encased in stockings out of the corner of my eye.
"Someone will pick me up when I arrive, I'll go straight to the client's company. Casual is no good." Sister Zhao said, pulling one leg back and rubbing her foot.
"Look how tired you are. Let your younger brother give you a massage. I'm a medical student, you're in luck." Seeing such a good opportunity, I wasn't going to let it slip by. As I spoke, I pinched Sister Zhao's foot that was resting on my chair. Her small feet encased in stockings were so smooth and soft to the touch, I almost couldn't resist touching them.
"Ah..." Sister Zhao gasped softly, her foot trembling slightly but not retracting. Her face flushed, she continued rubbing her other foot. Seeing an opportunity, I placed Sister Zhao's foot on my lap and gently massaged it with both hands. As I massaged, I lowered my head and lightly inhaled the scent. It was still that faint perfume, without a trace of sweat. While massaging, I peered under the table. Because Sister Zhao had raised one leg and extended the other, her thigh and crotch, encased in stockings under her skirt, were clearly visible. Her shapely thighs, black panties, and the prominent triangle between her legs made my head throb, and my penis quickly hardened. Since I was curled up, and Sister Zhao's foot was still on my thigh, she stood up... Sister Zhao glanced at me sideways, then stretched out her foot, saying, "That feels pretty good. Massage this one too. Don't curl up like that, why don't you stretch your legs out and put them back?" I took off my shoes and stretched my feet onto Sister Zhao's chair. Since her feet were on my thighs, I could only place my legs between hers. Gently massaging Sister Zhao's small feet, stroking her rounded calves encased in stockings, my feet slowly began to rub against the inside of her thighs. I could clearly feel the erection between my legs. Sister Zhao rested her head on the windowpane, her breathing becoming heavier, her chest slowly rising and falling, and her thighs gradually parting slightly. At this point, I grew bolder. I placed Sister Zhao's small feet between my legs, trapping my already erect penis, and I also slipped one foot between her legs, rubbing it up and down in her mysterious garden through her stockings and panties, gently pressing inwards. Sister Zhao's breathing became increasingly rapid, her face flushed with embarrassment, avoiding my gaze, her head resting on the table as she breathed heavily. I unzipped my pants, took out my long-dormant penis, and used Sister Zhao's small feet to gently stroke it up and down. Her silk-stockinged feet were so smooth and tender, intensifying my stimulation. I slowly leaned forward to the front of the table, bending Sister Zhao's legs slightly so she could easily masturbate me with her delicate feet. I also leaned down, reaching my hand under the table and slipping it inside her collar, caressing her soft, white breasts. My foot also pressed incessantly against Sister Zhao's private parts.
"Peanuts, sunflower seeds, roasted fish slices..." As the train conductor's calls echoed from afar, we quickly returned to a seated position. Sister Zhao curled her legs up against the railing, her face flushed as she looked out the window. After the conductor passed by, I slowly sat down beside Sister Zhao and pulled her into my arms. My pants weren't zipped up yet. Kissing her fragrance, holding her soft body, my penis swelled and hardened once more. It was released from the zipper. One hand reached behind her clothes, unhooking her bra, while the other unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, slowly kneading her full, soft breasts. She looked up, her eyes glazed over. I lowered my head and kissed her lightly, taking her hand and guiding it to my penis. I whispered in her ear, "I feel so uncomfortable." She mechanically and blankly stroked my penis. My hand gradually tightened, feeling her breasts change shape in my hands. I pinched her nipples and pulled, feeling them quickly harden and press against my palm.
Sister Zhao's legs rubbed slowly against me. I pulled her closer, then lifted her skirt from behind and slipped my hand under her panties. The area around her anus was already incredibly wet and slippery; pushing further in, I sank into a muddy mess. Since I couldn't reach her labia majora and sensitive clitoris from behind, I directly inserted my fingers into her wet vagina. A mass of flesh immediately enveloped my fingers. As I slowly thrust in and out, Sister Zhao's breathing became increasingly rapid, her body rising and falling on top of me. I withdrew my hand from her breasts and placed it on her head, slowly pressing her body down. Sister Zhao looked up at me, whispered that she hadn't washed, and then lay back down. I pulled my hand away from her vagina, and Sister Zhao sighed softly, as if she had lost something precious. She
looked up at me, bewildered. I didn't speak, but simply turned her body towards the window. Sister Zhao seemed to know what I was going to do. She slowly adjusted her position, curling her legs up and leaning against the window, only a small portion of her round, pert buttocks resting on the chair. I hugged her from behind, leaning against her back, and covered our lower bodies with my coat. Even if someone passed by, they would only think we were a couple embracing and looking out the window.
I slipped one hand under Sister Zhao's armpit, reaching inside her unbuttoned blouse to grab her large breasts, occasionally pinching her engorged nipples with my fingers. With my other hand, I pulled her panties down to her thighs, cupping her vulva and stroking it back and forth, my nails scratching her clitoris, my fingers parting her labia and rubbing them. Sister Zhao placed one hand between the glass and her head, while her other hand tightly gripped the hand that was playing with her breasts. Feeling that I had teased her enough, and that Sister Zhao was completely wet, I pulled my hand out of her vulva, forcefully spread her buttocks, and thrust my large penis inside from behind. Because of the position, I couldn't penetrate her twice. Sister Zhao shifted her buttocks, reached out a hand to guide my penis, and helped me find the right position, slowly pushing it in. With a soft gasp from Sister Zhao, my big penis slid deep into her little pussy. My penis was instantly enveloped—wet, slippery, warm, and tight. I almost ejaculated. Because of the incorrect position, I couldn't thrust into her forcefully, and could only slowly pump in and out, but in this stimulation, I ejaculated faster than usual. A large amount of semen shot deep into Sister Zhao's vagina.
After leaving the bathroom, we sat facing each other in silence. My mind was blank; I didn't know what to say to her. Sister Zhao just blushed and lowered her head. With a whistle, the train slowly pulled into the station. I stood up to help Sister Zhao with her things. Sister Zhao looked at me, and I looked at her.
"Sister Zhao, can I have your phone number?" I asked, staring intently at Sister Zhao.
"See you again if fate allows, otherwise consider it a beautiful mistake. My pick-up person has arrived, I should get off the train.
I hope everything goes well for you." Sister Zhao smiled at me and got off the train with her luggage. I followed her off the train, watching her walk away from the platform.
The work that followed went smoothly, and I quickly finished my business trip and returned to Dalian. I thought I should call Yinyin, since we hadn't seen each other for a while. Thinking about it, I took out my phone and started dialing as I walked home. (
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