Pretty girls in the sleeper car

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The summer of 2003 was exceptionally hot. One day, I was on a business trip, taking the train from Hefei to Hankou. It was incredibly hot that day, and the train wasn't air-conditioned, making it even more uncomfortable. The train was scheduled to depart around 9 PM. Before it started moving, everyone was either standing or sitting, panting from the heat.
I slept in the middle bunk, and the girl in her late twenties, not particularly tall but rather plump and well-proportioned, sat in the lower bunk. She was wearing jeans and a pink shirt, and seemed to be on a business trip as well. We chatted casually, mostly about how hot it was. Finally, the train started moving, and there was a bit of a breeze. Everyone began to lie down and rest, and I climbed up to the middle bunk. But I couldn't fall asleep at all. Partly because it was so hot, and partly because I kept thinking about the pretty girl in the lower bunk. I peeked out, and she wasn't asleep either, lying on her back with her legs bent and spread apart. When she saw me, her eyes were... well, not at all surprised, and certainly not disgusted.

Later, the lights in the carriage dimmed, but some light still occasionally shone in from outside. Less than ten minutes later, I couldn't resist peeking out from the lower bunk again. The girl was still awake, just lying on her side, one corner of her shirt rolled up. In the fleeting, dim light of the streetlamp, I could clearly see a bit of her white abdomen, and her jeans were a little loose, revealing a small, rounded area between her waist and buttocks. I felt a little uneasy looking at her. Like someone thirsty on a hot day seeing a big watermelon, I was lost in thought when she suddenly turned over and lay back down, her eyes wide open, staring upwards. She must have seen me; her gaze didn't seem to waver. Emboldened, I even smiled at her. I think she smiled slightly back.
My desire began to rise, so I rolled over, pretending to go to the bathroom. As I pushed myself down, I deliberately bumped her toes with my foot. She didn't react. I went to the bathroom and stayed there for a few minutes before... I ran back. She was sleeping on her side, facing inwards, her figure curvaceous and alluring. I figured she wouldn't fall asleep so quickly. Oh, there wasn't a lower bunk opposite her; I hadn't noticed, and it seemed like I hadn't seen anyone there. Just as I was about to go up, a sudden idea struck me. I sat on the edge of the bed at the foot of her leg, pretending to be too hot to sleep. After a few minutes, her little foot moved slightly and rested beside my hand. I couldn't resist touching it. It was a pair of flesh-colored stockings; I could feel her warmth. At first, I pretended it was unintentional, and she didn't react at all! I started to get bolder—
I don't know why I was so daring back then, not caring if anyone was walking around in the carriage. It seemed like no one was moving around at that time. I launched my full-scale attack, starting to caress the instep of her foot—a small, delicate foot. I gently stroked her toes, instep, and ankle repeatedly. I knew she was fully conscious, but she seemed to enjoy it, remaining still as I caressed her feet. Growing bolder, I sat down in the middle of the bed, around her waist, and my hand moved down to her thigh and buttocks. Through her jeans, it didn't feel very comfortable; it felt like a routine. I reached down... I touched her waist, her belly button, and even slipped my hand inside her waistband to touch the upper part of her buttocks. I felt she was getting a little excited; she moved slightly and pressed even closer to me. I glanced at her; her eyes were half-open, and she had a faint smile on her face.
Her waist was very close to mine, and we looked like a couple. Now I was just worried about being discovered by the other people in the carriage, but it was almost midnight, and most people were asleep. The lower bunk opposite me was also empty. My hand started to wander up her stomach, touching her slightly hard nipples. I was a little unsure what to do, so I just touched her breasts from the outside. They felt quite large. Then I noticed the bra wasn't very tight, so I pushed it up a bit, and it went up easily. Now her breasts were completely in my grasp. They felt so big and firm. The nipples were a little hard, but not very big. I looked down and could see how white and tender they were even in the dim light.
At that point, I didn't care about anything else. Sometimes, things really do happen by chance. No one walked by for a while. I used my hand to explore her breasts, sometimes touching her smooth abdomen, feeling her navel, and then moving my hand down her waistband. But I couldn't take her pants off, so I couldn't get my hand in quite a bit! I touched her underwear; it felt quite small. I tugged at the hem a few times, playfully flicking it gently. Then she shifted, then curled up and fell asleep, resting her head on one arm, her eyes half-closed. It seemed like she was sleeping alone, or perhaps enjoying my ministrations on her body. Her buttocks were facing me, and I suddenly realized her jeans could actually be pulled quite low. I used a little force to pull them back, though I didn't dare pull them too low, but at least a third of her buttocks were exposed—fair, round, and youthful-looking. I subconsciously glanced around; everyone seemed to be sleeping soundly, with only the rumble of the train in my ears. The train kept gliding by...

Just then, the train arrived at a station. Because the platform lights were quite bright, and I was afraid someone would get on, I had to stop. I pulled her jeans up to a normal position, feeling my heart pounding. Then I put my hands on her back, just like any ordinary couple... Finally, the train started moving again, and no one else got on. The carriage returned to normal. It seemed some people went to the restroom, but they didn't pay much attention to us. I became more at ease and started touching her breasts again. They were soft, warm, and full. I guessed she was fully conscious the whole time. Although she wasn't proactive, she didn't resist at all. I continued to stroke her body, and slowly she half-turned and lay down to sleep. I pulled her pants down further, until her buttocks were quite exposed—a small thong, I couldn't tell if it was white or yellow, but the color was very light. I grabbed two sides, pulled them together, and pulled several times with a little force. She reacted a little. I then tried to insert two fingers inside, feeling some smooth and soft pubic hair, not much. I didn't continue to insert them, and I couldn't go any further anyway.
I didn't want to take my hand out, so I just kept touching that area, and a few times I reached in... As I penetrated deeper, I could clearly feel the pubic hair inside was warm and slightly damp. At this point, I was getting impatient; my penis was already rock hard. But I didn't know what to do next. I couldn't possibly have sex with her on the train. Even if she was cooperative, I doubted she would dare to do it with me on the train. The carriage was quite dark, and the train was still rumbling along the tracks. I felt I couldn't hold back any longer. I used one hand to unzip my pants, tentatively letting my already throbbing penis peek out. Because her buttocks had been pressed against me, and now they were all white... A small portion of her penis was exposed in front of me, so I turned slightly to the side and placed the head of my penis directly on it. I think she probably knew. Slowly, I started rubbing it against her, while my other hand reached around and grabbed one of her breasts.
I rubbed the head of my penis against her buttocks while my hand roamed between her breasts. At that moment, I didn't feel nervous at all; it was just instinct that made me so impulsive and bold. My penis grew thicker and thicker with each rub. Sometimes I covered it with the edge of her panties, and sometimes I pressed it against her buttocks with my hand. Maybe it was because I was young... Perhaps it was because of that, but I felt her buttocks were very elastic, a bit on the tighter side. I was still a little hesitant to linger too long, mainly because I was afraid the train conductor would find out, which would be terrible. Later, my penis was already rock hard, but her pants weren't off, so penetration was impossible, and I didn't intend to either; she might not even accept it anyway. I consciously increased the pace of my movements, feeling a surge of energy welling up inside me, becoming increasingly uncontrollable. I knew I was about to climax, so I leaned close to her ear, and my penis spurted all over her buttocks. I felt she was a little excited too, her cheek pressed against my lips.
I believe she could sense what I had just done, and at that moment, I could clearly feel her suppressed excitement; she even slightly raised her head. I leaned close to her ear, too lazy to move, wanting only to enjoy the freshness after the storm. She felt the same way. Looking back, I was really bold; it would have been terrible if someone had walked by. I stayed close to her ear and cheek, inhaling the subtle fragrance emanating from her hair, remaining like that for several dozen seconds, not wanting to clean up the mess. After slowly calming down, I started to feel a little embarrassed. I wasn't sure if I had soiled her pants. I straightened up to find some toilet paper to clean her up, but in my slight panic, I couldn't find any. This also prevented me from lifting her blanket. I looked around and saw someone approaching from the other side. Unexpectedly, she suddenly twisted her body, lying on her back, pressing all my semen onto her body, and pulled her pants up herself. I breathed a sigh of relief.
Sometimes you have to believe it—it's a strange coincidence. Just as I calmed down, she lay down on the bed, seemingly also relieved. Through the dim light coming in from the window, I saw her looking at me. I glanced at her too. We didn't say a word the whole time; everything was understood without words. Her eyes were shimmering… At that moment, in the distance… A woman approached, seemingly in her fifties. She groped around and somehow managed to sit in the empty lower berth opposite us. I don't know if she bought a ticket later or what. It was almost 1 a.m. I had wanted to sleep in the lower berth opposite me so I could continue doing something more convenient, but now it seemed impossible. Reluctantly, I got up and went to the toilet. This train was quite old and in poor condition; the staff on duty were nowhere to be seen, and the passengers seemed listless, all fast asleep. This bizarre encounter had me in a state of excitement, like a dream, and I couldn't sleep at all. When I returned to my berth, I saw she was already lying on her side, facing inwards. I didn't know if she was asleep or not, and I didn't want to stay down there any longer. I climbed into the middle berth, lying there with my eyes still wide open. The train was almost to Hankou (arriving around 6 a.m.). I was thinking about tomorrow…
[The End]

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