My past with a young female senior.

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This is my personal experience. I graduated from a well-known university in Tianjin in 2008 and passed the civil service exam. I worked in a government department in Xi'an for a long time. I'm 173 cm tall, weigh 78 kg, and wear thick glasses. My job was good, and I'm reasonably good-looking. Also, due to regular exercise, I have a good physique, no big belly, and even abs. According to my wife, overall, I give off a handsome and knowledgeable impression.

After marrying my wife in 2007, we lived apart. I often traveled between Xi'an and Hangzhou on train 1154. I remember it was August 2008, and I took leave as usual to take train 1154 to Hangzhou. Because tickets were hard to come by, I could only get a hard sleeper upper berth, which I was quite unhappy about—it was so hot! But what happened during this trip still feels like a dream to me.

I remember that after boarding the train, I put my luggage away smoothly and sat down on a chair. A short while later, a rather elegant and beautiful young woman boarded the train. She was about 163.4 centimeters tall, with a great figure and a pretty face. She wore delicate silver-white silk-rimmed glasses, a white shawl, a pink round-neck short-sleeved t-shirt underneath, jeans, and high heels. She had a very intellectual air about her. At the time, I didn't think much of it. I just saw her carrying a huge suitcase to our berth, but it was too heavy to put on the shelf, so I got up to help her. She thanked me repeatedly and was very polite.

The train started moving soon after, and she sat down next to me. When I asked her, I found out she was in the upper bunk opposite me. We sat down on the chairs next to each other and started chatting. I learned that her surname was Chen, she was 31 years old, two years older than me at the time, so I called her Sister Chen. She was from Xi'an, and her husband was from Hangzhou. They lived apart after getting married. She worked in the accounting department of a bureau in Xi'an. I didn't expect that she had graduated from the same school as me, in 2000. She was my senior. What a coincidence! We chatted very well, about school, classmates, spouses, family, work, life, everything. We were probably destined to meet, because we had so much to talk about. She loved her husband very much. Sister Chen's husband was someone she met at work. He was always busy doing business in Hangzhou, and like my husband and me, they didn't see each other very often. This time, she went to Hangzhou to reunite with him.

As we chatted, for some reason, looking at Sister Chen's dignified and beautiful face with her glasses, I suddenly had an urge to have sex with her. Normally, I'm quite honest and don't usually have much of a feeling for girls other than my wife, but at that moment, I don't know why, and even I was startled. However, I also noticed that there was always an inexplicable emotion in Sister Chen's eyes when she looked at me. Anyway, we kept chatting until it got dark. After dinner, I was afraid that if I sat downstairs facing Sister Chen, I might say or do something inappropriate, so I went to my bunk. Since I couldn't sleep anyway, I just lay there quietly. It was very hot, but Sister Chen was still sitting downstairs, not moving at all.

It wasn't until after 9:00 that she slowly climbed into her bunk. We glanced at each other, feeling a bit awkward, and turned our heads away. But it was too hot, and train 1154 wasn't air-conditioned, so we couldn't sleep. After a while, Sister Chen turned back to chat with me. We started talking about the heat. We were lying on our sides facing each other, our hands hanging off the edge of the bed. I don't know why, but I grabbed her hand. She didn't refuse, and our hands clasped together naturally. The middle and lower bunks in our berth were occupied by an elderly couple and two young girls. The couple seemed to be traveling, and perhaps to conserve their energy, they went to sleep around 6 or 7:00. The two young girls in the middle bunk got off the train around 8:00, so our actions didn't attract anyone's attention.

In no time at all, my hand, as if out of control, wandered over her forearm, upper arm, face, and finally to Sister Chen's neck, stroking her sexy collarbone. I actually wanted to slip my hand under the neckline of her round-neck t-shirt, but I didn't dare. So I just kept stroking her collarbone and the exposed skin at the neckline, remaining like this for a while.

In the dim light of the carriage, I saw the tenderness and love in Sister Chen's eyes as she looked at me, and my mind went blank again. I didn't think carefully about how I could have such feelings for her after only an afternoon with her. But at the time, my mind was racing, and I didn't think much about it. Later, I realized that those eyes weren't actually for me; I was just a substitute. It was an expression of a deep-seated emotion that Sister Chen had kept hidden in her heart, but she hadn't considered it then.

I gestured for Sister Chen to come over to me, but she shyly shook her head. My hands were still gliding over her neck and chest, and she didn't seem inclined to move away. I said I'd come over, and she shook her head again, but not so firmly. I don't know where I got the courage, but when the lights in the carriage went out at ten o'clock, I got up and stepped over, pressing myself onto Sister Chen's berth. At first, she gently pushed against my chest, trying to stop me, but after a while, she turned to the side, making room for me to lie down. As soon as I took off her glasses, I began to frantically kiss her forehead, eyes, and face. Sister Chen initially resisted, but soon she brought her lips to my mouth, sucking on my tongue and passionately responding. I... While kissing Sister Chen, I reached into her clothes and unhooked her bra from behind. Then I grabbed her breast. Sister Chen's breasts weren't small, probably a C cup, soft and not very elastic, with large nipples that felt very comfortable to touch. I touched her until Sister Chen started moaning. My penis was also painfully hard, so I pulled Sister Chen's hand into my pants. She held my penis and gently stroked it up and down. I felt like I was going to explode. I wanted to undo Sister Chen's pants, but she wouldn't let me. She said I could do whatever I wanted, just not to go inside. Maybe those words suddenly brought my lust-driven mind to a halt. I stopped what I was doing, and we both looked at each other awkwardly.

Sister Chen immediately pressed herself against me again, silencing me with a passionate French kiss. A moment later, I lost all rational thought and began to caress and kiss Sister Chen. After all, we were both married and had some sexual experience. Plus, we were on a train in such a dark corner, and the thrill of our affair almost overwhelmed me. I kept praising Sister Chen's beauty and outstanding figure, whispering sweet nothings. Sister Chen lay in my arms, letting me touch her entire body, moaning with pleasure. I was afraid she'd make too much noise and wake the elderly couple in the lower bunk, but thankfully, she wasn't too loud, and nothing happened.

Sister Chen looked at me tenderly, touched my face, and said softly that I looked a lot like her college classmate, not only in appearance and figure, but also in personality. She enjoyed flirting with me, but she deeply loved her husband and couldn't betray him, so she would do anything except sex. When she talked about her college classmate, the love in her eyes was obvious to anyone, probably a past romantic debt. But I didn't press her for details, so I didn't say anything more. We caressed and kissed each other for a while, then I lowered my head and slipped inside Sister Chen's t-shirt, taking her nipple into my mouth and gently licking it, while my hands explored her full buttocks. I was covered in sweat from all the activity, but I didn't care at all; I just felt great. I took turns sucking on Sister Chen's breasts, her soft, big breasts and hard, erect nipples felt amazing. My penis felt like it was about to burst in Sister Chen's hands, but I didn't care anymore. I reached into Sister Chen's panties, touched her clitoris, and started teasing her. Her panties were very wet, but Sister Chen wouldn't let me penetrate her. Finally, Sister Chen gave in and agreed to 69. She lay down on me, and, driven by lust, I grabbed her big buttocks and started licking them. Sister Chen also took my penis into her mouth. Soon after, I ejaculated, and Sister Chen also had an orgasm.

Just then, the train arrived at some station, and the conductor came to tell everyone to get off. We immediately covered ourselves with the blankets, too hot to move. But looking at the large buttocks in front of me, I unconsciously licked them again, my hands also groping Chen Jie's breasts. Chen Jie, in retaliation, sucked on my penis. We remained under the blankets, too afraid to move, silently teasing each other. When the train started moving, we both climaxed again, and then we lay down together, caressing each other as we fell asleep. Around 5 a.m., I returned to my bunk. We looked at each other intimately until dawn. Before getting off the train, we had planned to exchange phone numbers, but we tacitly agreed not to. After all, we both had families and had to be responsible to our partners. A one-night stand might be acceptable, but betrayal was something neither of us could accept. In the end, we only exchanged work phone numbers and addresses. So when I got off the train, Chen Jie looked at me with reluctance and tenderness. I think the main reason for this was probably the continuation of her feelings for that classmate from years ago.

After that, I only contacted Sister Chen twice by phone, and we tacitly avoided meeting in person. Although we lived in the same city, I really didn't know if I dared to see her. I didn't know what the outcome would be, and I was afraid to try and face it. But every time I think back to that night on the train, I can't figure out where I got so much courage and motivation. It feels like a dream. Thinking about it still makes my face flush and my heart race from time to time. Oh well, it's all in the past. I'll just treat it all as a dream!

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