Meeting a beautiful woman on the train

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This was the first time I had sex with a woman other than my girlfriend. You could say she was my second woman. It happened on a train, in the restroom of a hard-seat carriage. Ten years later, recalling those youthful days again, I can't help but sigh.

I had just graduated from Sichuan University, full of youthful vigor. I used the money I earned on weekends during the school year, building and repairing computers for classmates, to travel to Kunming. Why Kunming? It was because of a silly promise I made to the girl I had a crush on when I graduated from high school: I would definitely visit her in the city where she went to university. I just never expected that it would take me four years to muster up the courage to go.

On the train back, I didn't know whether I was depressed or relieved. For the first few hours after boarding the train, I should have been chatting away with the beautiful girl next to me and the young man my age sitting opposite me, but I remained silent and didn't want to talk. Before I could even pull out my copy of "Remembrance of Things Past" to show off, the young man opposite me took out a book and started reading. The title of the book still makes me admire it to this day: "Phase Transformations of Materials". This amazing book quickly closed the distance between me and this young man, and also laid an important foreshadowing for the subsequent romantic encounter.

Because I'm also a materials science student! As you can imagine, two engineering students, bound by their shared major, engaged in a lively and comprehensive discussion. No, it went beyond discussion; it could be described in four words: "wild and unrestrained," or perhaps "giving orders" would be more fitting—who cares! I probably didn't even talk this much on my first date with my girlfriend at the panda base. Yet, I ended up having a very pleasant chat with this junior from the same major whom I met by chance. We didn't stop until we were parched and called out to the flight attendant pushing her cart, buying three bottles of water.

Wait, you're probably wondering why we bought three bottles of water? Because I suddenly noticed the pretty girl sitting next to me was quite charming. A sudden burst of self-awareness. A sudden impulse. She took the water, said thank you, and put it on the table, looking out the window. I also felt a little tired. I lay down on the table and dozed off for a while. The table was a bit low, so I rested my left arm under it, and my right arm on top of my left, my head nestled in the small hollow formed by my arms. I started to sleep comfortably, feeling like I slept for a long time, though it probably only lasted about ten minutes. My left arm, which was under the table, needed to be straightened to feel comfortable, so my left hand dangled down from the edge of the table, wrist resting on it. Let me illustrate this scene with a picture.

She was sitting properly, her handbag on her lap, her hand naturally resting on the bag. My drooping fingers inadvertently brushed against the back of her hand. In my drowsy state, I felt my fingertips touch the warm, soft back of her hand, but I didn't pull my hand away, and she didn't either. I grew bolder and, imitating the classic suggestive gestures in those bars from the movies I'd seen, drew circles on the back of her hand with my fingers.

She grabbed my fingers in return, tightly holding half of my palm. I didn't feel disgust or repulsion, only a surge of impulse. I also tightened my grip, taking half of her hand in mine as well. This continued for a while. The train suddenly stopped, seemingly waiting for a freight train to pass. I took the opportunity to wake up, stood up, and pulled the window shut to let in some fresh air. We all craned our necks to look out, though we couldn't tell how long the train would be stopped. When I sat back down, my right hand naturally rested on her thigh. She didn't push my hand away, nor did she seem uncomfortable. She simply held my hand gently, without moving.

I turned to look at her; she lowered her head, avoiding my gaze, but her palm felt warm. I shamelessly continued to try and start a conversation, after all, I was touching her thigh. I couldn't remain silent, so I asked if she was also going to Chengdu. She said she was going to visit a friend and might stay for a few days, asking me where to go in Chengdu. I gave her a guide to eating, staying, and playing in Chengdu, taking the opportunity to get a good look at the beautiful woman next to me. Forgive me for forgetting her exact appearance as I write this now; after all, ten years have passed. I only remember that her bangs were very pretty and vibrant, and her eyes were big, dark, and bright. Later, when we went to the bathroom for sex, I estimated her height to be around 160cm, and her weight, compared to my college girlfriend, was probably around 100 pounds. In short, she was a perfect match for my looks and physique.

We talked more and more, and eventually I rested my left arm on the table, she rested her head on mine, and I rested mine on mine, just facing each other, close together. While we talked, I would occasionally kiss her cheek. My right arm was around her waist. We looked like a couple. I asked her why she didn't pull away from my hand, why she accepted me. She said that I was silent as soon as I got on the bus, which meant I had just experienced a farewell, and that I didn't rush to chat with the woman next to me to build rapport, but instead chatted enthusiastically with a guy first. This showed I wasn't the type to chase women. Then, because I was so passionately discussing current affairs with my junior classmate, she thought I was very talented. She also said I looked particularly handsome from the side when I smiled. These kinds of coincidences led to this encounter.

It slowly got dark, and although I occasionally chatted with my junior classmate across from me, my mind was elsewhere. I wanted to find a way to avoid any regrets. During our chat, I learned she was going to Chengdu to visit her online boyfriend, whom she met in a game. They were an online couple who fell in love and married in a game. I think it was some kind of game called "Hot-Blooded Jianghu"?

After dinner, I could freely touch any part of her body, as long as the environment allowed. She was wearing tights under her short skirt, the kind that went all the way up her waist. Perhaps because she felt she had some extra weight around her waist, she wore the tights very high. My hand could only press and massage her genitals through the tights. Even so, I could feel the intense heat and moisture through my hands. I

was tormented by desire until the early hours of the morning, when the lights dimmed. I started whispering in her ear, "You don't want to have any regrets, do you?" She said, "No." I said, "I don't want to have any regrets either. Let's go to the toilet." She initially said she was afraid, that it wouldn't be good, and worried about being seen. I tried to persuade her, saying everyone on the train was exhausted, who had time to care who went to the toilet or if anyone was there? At the same time, I increased the pressure and technique of my touch. She was panting heavily, clearly unable to take it anymore. Then she agreed.

We agreed that I would go to the restroom with her first, then she would go in while I waited outside. We would go in when the people in the nearby seats weren't paying attention. Then I asked the person opposite me to watch my bag, and I pulled her to the restroom at the junction of the carriages.

She went in first, and I could see that her face was red to the roots of her neck when she went in; she was really cute. I waited outside for a while, and after hearing her finish urinating, I looked around and saw that everyone was drowsy, so I opened the door and went in. Then I locked the restroom door from the inside, and as soon as I turned around, she pounced on me and hugged me, kissing me without restraint. While I was kissing her, my hands roamed up and down, one hand around her and the other reaching down. This time there was little resistance, and my palm smoothly reached the wetness in that dark forest. I gently flicked it a few times with my fingers, and my fingers sank into her thick, moist labia... What followed was my incredibly hard penis pressing against her lower abdomen. She sensed it, reached down into her pants, grabbed my penis, and eagerly squatted down to take it in her mouth. I'm not circumcised, so I wash my penis every day to prevent smegma buildup. I didn't want to taste myself later when we kissed, so I gently pulled her back, saying, "Wait a minute, let me wash up. I've been on the train all day and I'm sweating a lot."

I turned on the small sink next to the squat toilet, and she carefully caught a little water with her hand before washing my glans. Her ministrations made me even harder… After a quick wash, she finally took my penis in her mouth like a parched land receiving rain, making gurgling noises as she sucked. It was obvious she was much better at oral sex than my girlfriend; they were on completely different levels. I didn't want to ejaculate before we even got to the point. I quickly pulled her up, had her turn around and hold onto the edge of the sink, and then I lifted her skirt from behind, pulling her pantyhose down to her thighs. She cooperated by sticking her buttocks up, making sure her vaginal opening was angled to match my penis. It went in very easily, although it was quite tight, but there was a lot of fluid. It slid in all the way in with a single stroke – it was truly effortless.

I held her waist, or rather, pulled her waist, and pressed hard against her buttocks, wishing I could shove my balls inside. It felt so good! I didn't dare to thrust too hard, not because I was afraid of ejaculating, but because that would splash her fluids and leave marks on my pants. The scene was too stimulating—the train sex I'd always dreamed of, another one-night stand. I didn't want to ejaculate too quickly, so I thrust slowly and deliberately, each time pushing as deep as possible, then holding her waist to let my penis churn inside, then slowly pulling out, only to thrust again just before it came out, repeating this cycle. Each time I reached the opening and thrust back in, the force and speed increased. This gradual approach allowed my glans to adjust to the stimulation, maintaining its hardness while maximizing the duration of intercourse. And for women, deep penetration and churning actually brings more pleasure than thrusting. Even so, I didn't last long, maybe three to five minutes at most. The pleasure of ejaculation was overwhelming and unstoppable. I've ejaculated countless times, but none have been as powerful and intense as that one. The only time that challenged its power was years later when I was having sex with an older woman on her mother's bed. I pulled out and ejaculated outside her body at the last moment. The unobstructed semen shot out like laser guns from Star Wars, landing on the wedding photo of her parents hanging above the bed...

It took several spurts to finish. Then I pulled out my still-erect penis, and her vagina made a "ber" sound, like the sound of a champagne bottle being opened. You can imagine how tight she was. She turned around and squatted down, letting the semen flow out, then wiped the water from her thighs and buttocks with tissues. I saw the stains running down to her knees. I also wiped my penis and then turned on the tap to wash it. As she squatted, waiting for the semen to flow out, she pulled me over again, opened her mouth, and took my glans in, beginning her textbook-perfect oral sex skills. At 24, I could ejaculate and still not go soft three times in a row. Especially in such a stimulating environment, unsurprisingly, I got hard again. And with even greater stamina than last time.

This time, it was still doggy style. I wasn't going to be gentle at all; from the very first thrust, it was like a pile driver, like a sewing machine, a high-speed sprint, because I knew I'd been in the bathroom long enough. I didn't want a bunch of people waiting to use the toilet to watch us leave together. To ejaculate quickly, I had to fuck hard and fast. Fluid flowed from our point of contact, running down her thighs and splashing onto my pants and thighs from the violent impact. I didn't care about anything else; like an angry bull, she went from holding onto the sink to lying face down on it, her face almost touching the windowpane. It's easy to imagine how unbearable the frequency and force of my thrusts were for her. If someone was waiting outside the door to use the restroom, they would have heard her almost frantic moans. They wouldn't even need to be at the door; they could hear her from their seat. But I didn't care. I had only one thought: close my eyes, chase the ever-increasing pleasure in my mind, and let it erupt as quickly as possible!

Finally, I ejaculated. In that moment, I wanted to love, to shout, and to become a half-bright, half-dark cloud in the sky. I felt I would always be vigorous, and nothing could break me.

I pulled out my penis and quickly covered her vagina with a tissue. She reached out and pressed it against her, turning around. Her long hair, damp with sweat, was plastered to her neck. She said, "If this were on the bed, I think I might be fucked to death by you." I chuckled and took out some tissue to wipe the fluid from her thighs and buttocks. She changed position, squatting down. She let the semen slowly flow out, surprised that I had ejaculated so much again. Then she took my penis into her mouth and licked it little by little with her tongue. He licked my testicles and the wet area around my groin. Then he wiped the saliva off with a tissue and said, "There's no way to shower on the train. I'll just wash you with my tongue." I only said eight words: "What merit do I have? What more could I ask for?"

We were lucky; when we came out of the toilet, there were only two people waiting to use it. Amidst their surprised and envious gazes, I pulled her back to her seat. She was too shy to look directly at the young man opposite her, and lay on the table, whether pretending or really asleep, I couldn't tell. I think she was really asleep, because I could vaguely hear her snoring amidst the rhythmic noise of the train.

The guy opposite me gave me a thumbs up and whispered, "Awesome, bro." I chuckled and said, "You flatter me, you flatter me, it's just good luck."

Nothing more was said that night. Around 5 a.m., the train approached Chengdu, and we were supposed to arrive at the station at 6 a.m. We were both awake. She was still talking to me, her head on my arm, asking if I would be her boyfriend. She said she broke up with her in-game husband and got together with me. She even left her phone number on my phone. I advised her, "I've been in Chengdu the whole time. You should spend some quality time with your boyfriend this time. Even if you're going to break up, you need a proper ending. He came to the train station to pick you up, and you want to break up with him right after meeting him? What kind of relationship is that?" She looked at me with a resentful gaze and didn't say anything. Just before we

got off the train, she asked if I could go with her to meet her "game husband." I said I could pretend I didn't know her and follow her from a distance of about ten meters, as she was worried something might happen if she saw him. I couldn't resist her pleading, so I agreed. After getting off the train, we walked hand in hand. When we reached the square outside the station exit, I slowed down and followed behind her. She took out her phone and sent a few text messages, then walked towards the flagpole in the middle of the train station square. A man who was ten centimeters shorter and much thinner than her greeted her, said a few words, and then tried to pull her away. Her gaze clearly told me to come and take her away. After all, my physique—100-meter dash in 12 seconds, standing long jump of 2.8 meters, and a member of the school soccer team—was far superior to her virtual husband's.

I finally made a completely wrong decision. I waved, indicating she should go with him. Then I made a goodbye gesture. Her eyes finally became even more resentful, and then she turned and walked away with the man.

Watching their retreating figures, I couldn't help but smugly remark: That guy looks like a dog!

[The End]

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