I don't know you, but I'll still fuck you to death.

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Last night I was on a business trip to **, and I never expected to have such a romantic encounter on the way!! I boarded the train at 10:20 PM last night, in carriage 15. I bought a hard seat ticket; I usually don't like to buy sleeper berths when traveling alone because hard seats offer more opportunities!! At 10:25 PM on August 1st, I walked to my seat, and I was immediately excited! I had a middle seat, and next to me by the window was a girl wearing glasses, a white skirt, and a black top. She had a decent figure, about 160cm tall, quite plump, with long hair,

and was carrying a backpack. The moment I saw her attire and face, I knew I was going to "win" her over tonight! While I was putting away my luggage, I noticed she was secretly watching me (to be honest, I look like an intellectual, young and approachable, with at least an appearance that wouldn't be off-putting to girls). I deliberately took out my stylish phone and started texting, and as expected, she also took out her phone and started fiddling with it. Haha, just from her action, I knew she was naive and liked to show off in front of guys.

At 10:30 PM, as soon as the train departed, she pulled out a book and started flipping through it. I glanced at it; it was "Linear Algebra." Haha, the girl was starting to show off! She wasn't actually reading seriously; her purpose was just to impress the boy next to her (me), showing that she was also a learned intellectual. I knew she must be a university student, probably a freshman or sophomore majoring in science, judging from her books. She came from Beijing, so she was probably studying there and going home for summer vacation. The fact that she had a cell phone while a freshman meant she was probably from the city. Judging from her short skirt, she seemed open-minded (I wasn't sure if she was). Okay, tonight's going to be interesting (if she were from the countryside, things might be different).

Alright, I'm making my move. With a girl like this, you have to play the long game; you can keep in touch after she goes back to Beijing, but I won't miss the opportunity tonight. I had a topic to talk about, so I deliberately asked her, "Are you reading advanced mathematics?" She immediately put down her book and said affectionately, "No, it's linear algebra." So, we started talking about math, university life, and hobbies. She was indeed a freshman at ** University in Beijing, studying computer science. She was from Henan, born in 1983, and just turned 20 this year. She was home visiting friends for summer vacation and would be returning to Beijing in four days; it was her first time taking a train. She was full of curiosity about everything around her. I had experience dealing with girls like this. You can't rush things; you have to cultivate her liking and trust.

As we chatted happily, I asked to see her photos. She showed me photos and her student ID from her wallet, and I also got her phone number. I told her stories and interesting things, and she listened happily. So, we started having more arm-to-arm contact. I deliberately touched her more, and she didn't resist. I also rested my leg on hers; the muscle contact didn't pull away, and she pressed her leg tightly against mine.

We chatted for over two hours, until almost 1 a.m., when she said she was going to sleep and asked me to watch her backpack. Haha, she trusts me a lot. Judging from our conversation and the atmosphere, she shouldn't be sleepy, but if she wanted to sleep, what does that mean? She lay down on the table, and I lay down next to her. After about ten minutes, I put my hand on hers. She didn't react, so I immediately pulled her hand. She struggled a couple of times, but it was weak. I held her hand tightly, and she resisted a few times, then stopped moving. After a while, I put my hand on her back and hugged her. She didn't move at all, but I was sure she wasn't asleep. Okay, I continued…

She lay down on the table, and I sat up straight. After a while, I lay on her back, my right hand around her waist from the inside. She immediately grabbed my right hand, preventing me from moving. I pulled her right hand with my left hand and then started rubbing her waist with my right hand. She moved very slowly. I then put my hand inside her clothes and touched her stomach; it was very smooth. She didn't move, so I slowly started moving my hand upwards. She tried to stop me with her hands, but remained lying on the table, so I became bolder, which meant she wasn't angry or disgusted with me. I held her right hand tightly with my left, while my right hand roamed freely inside. Her bra was the very thin kind with lace trim. I slipped my hand inside; it was incredibly soft, and I couldn't see the color, which was a shame. There were small bumps around her nipples, and they were already erect. I pinched her nipples hard, and perhaps due to the combined sensation of stimulation and pain, her chest began to rise and fall, looking very suppressed. Her hand pinched my palm hard, which I enjoyed very much.

For a full 20 minutes, I touched her enough, and after a while, I took my hand out from under her clothes. Everyone around us was asleep, haha. It was 2 a.m. She sat up, looked at me, and I smiled at her. She took a pen and wrote on the newspaper on the table, "You're too bold, you're bad." I took the pen and wrote, "Be my girlfriend." She wrote, "You're vain." We started chatting by writing on the newspaper, and the conversation naturally became more and more unrestrained. After a while, she said she wanted to sleep and ignored me. Damn, she clearly wanted me to continue caressing her!

She lay down on the table again, and I put her backpack on my lap to block any possible gazes from across the table, so I could proceed with my caressing. I lay down next to her. I put my hand on her leg, and she flinched. I ignored her and slowly moved my hand towards her groin. She started squeezing my hand tightly to stop me from moving, but she never used her hands to stop me. I pressed my right leg over her left, using my leg to spread her legs apart. She gently bit my right shoulder. Her underwear was soaked and sticky; it must have been pure cotton, and it felt very nice. I stroked her underwear in a circular motion outside, and her body started to tremble slightly.

I continued to slip my fingers inside the edge of her underwear, and I felt her pubic hair—very smooth and wet! I found the two labia and began thrusting up and down. Her clitoris swelled up; it was the first time I'd ever seen a girl's clitoris swell this much! Her breathing quickened, and her face pressed tightly against my right shoulder. Perhaps I'd hurt her, because she suddenly clamped her legs together, her lower abdomen heaving. I tried to insert my middle finger into her vagina, but she wouldn't let me, instead getting my hand covered in her vaginal fluid; the front of my underwear was completely soaked.

I deliberately rubbed her clitoris quickly, and she actually let out a groan, a deep, rough sound from her throat, which startled me. I quickly looked up; everyone around me was fast asleep, no one was paying attention. Poor her!! She bit my shoulder. Her breathing was rapid, her legs opening and closing, her buttocks thrusting forward and back and forth. Holy crap, I ejaculated right then and there, a huge stream of semen filling my underwear!! (It made me feel terrible this morning.) I felt I couldn't torment her any longer; after all, it was her first time experiencing this. I wanted to leave her with something to look forward to; I'd slowly work it out with her when we got back to Beijing.

I checked the time; it was almost four o'clock, and she was about to get off the bus. I pinched her clitoris hard, and she immediately let out a soft "Oh!" I pulled my hand, which was covered in her vaginal fluid, out and straightened her skirt. Her face was flushed, and she lay on the table, refusing to get up. I secretly smelled my hand—damn, a faint, stimulating, slightly fishy scent, definitely a young girl's scent, without the pungent smell of an adult woman. I gently blew on her ear, and she immediately jumped up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me onto the table, whispering, "You're a bad guy!" I helped her sit up, and she obediently leaned on my shoulder, stroking my arm, and whispered, "If you ever have a chance to play with me again, don't bully me!" I said I would, I would.

This morning, she got off the bus, and I kissed her on the lips. She waved to me from outside the window. The bus drove off, and she slowly disappeared behind me. I just texted her; she said she got home, slept all morning, and felt very uncomfortable down there. She asked if I was alright, and I said I was fine and would go back to Beijing for her treatment. She called me a jerk. Okay, I've been writing for two hours about something that happened 12 hours ago, and thinking about it still gets me excited!! I need to rest now; I have things to do tonight.

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