Sleeper train back home

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Yu Ge (that's me, I'll almost always refer to myself as Yu Ge from now on, including in other articles) was born in a small town in Jiangnan. From elementary school onwards, he was a gifted student, studying art. He started learning art in elementary school and also studied music in middle school, because our middle school's gifted class homeroom teacher was a music teacher who also took on students. He

almost became a sports gifted student in high school, although he ultimately persisted on the path of art. However, he was also a member of the school's basketball and volleyball teams.

He studied his gifted skills at his own school in elementary and middle school, but for high school, he went to the provincial capital, Changsha. Friends with similar experiences probably know this, and those in Changsha will know even better. Almost all the gifted students in the province for the college entrance examination, whether in art, music, or sports, were concentrated in the Hexi area. He spent about three years there in total. (Because this is based on real experiences and emphasizes plot, the background of future posts will be the same. To prevent readers from being unfamiliar with the background, I wonder if this paragraph could be placed at the beginning of each future post? This paragraph should not be included in the word count. Moderator, please answer if you see this.)

Once, it was almost Chinese New Year, and I needed to go home. Since I lived in a small town, there was no train service. This was around 2000, and there weren't as many highways as there are now. Now it takes about four hours to get from my small town to Changsha, but back then, if I left around 3 pm, I wouldn't arrive until 11 pm to 2 am.

That time, I first took a train to my city, and then found a bus to go back. When I arrived in the city where my town was located, it was very late, around 10 pm. My classmates who were going back with me, all from different counties, went their separate ways after leaving the train station to find transportation.

Although it was the city where my town was located, I had only passed through it a few times by bus and had never actually visited it, so I knew nothing about it. After much trouble, I finally found the local long-distance bus station (it would take about two hours to get back to the town from the city), but there was no one there to go to work. I finally managed to ask someone who seemed familiar with the station, only to learn that there were no more buses running. However, that person told me I could wait at the bridge in XX city to see if any long-distance buses going elsewhere would pass through our county.

So, after another round of trouble, I finally found the bridge. It was winter, and although it wasn't a northern city, it was already very cold late at night. I waited in the cold, smoking. About 40 minutes passed when I suddenly saw several people carrying large bags and looking like me, rushing towards the corner of the road. I quickly decided that I wouldn't miss any buses going this way if I went to the corner, so I followed with my luggage.

Reaching the corner, I craned my neck and looked, and finally saw a long-distance bus approaching. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was going to a more distant neighboring county. I hadn't held out much hope, but then I realized I didn't know when the next bus would come or where it would go, so I reluctantly asked the driver. Surprisingly, he assured me he'd drop me off in our county. So I boarded.

It was almost 11 pm, and unlike today's buses with seats, long-distance buses back then were all sleeper berths. Once everyone was on, the lights were turned off. I found an empty berth under a bunk, stuffed my luggage in, and stood in the aisle. After a while, a man in the upper bunk next to me woke up and started chatting with him. After a short while, he invited me to rest on his bunk for a bit, so I did. I won't go into details; this is all quite normal.

About an hour later, the man went to sleep. Since I was crammed into someone else's bunk, my position couldn't be comfortable, especially after an hour of that. So I went down to the aisle to move around a bit. The train was pitch black, so I walked forward to the first berth. These trains had three rows of berths, but the berths weren't actually aligned. The side with the boarding door was towards the back, and the other side had the driver's seat, so those were further back, with only the middle row at the front. After

standing for a while, I got tired and didn't want to go back and squeeze in, so I leaned against the side of the first upper berth in the middle row. I was looking out the window, wondering where we were. Suddenly, I felt a chill on the back of my neck; a breeze was blowing. I turned my head and saw that the person sleeping in the first upper berth had used their knees to prop up their blanket. In that instant, a whiff of body odor wafted into my nose. I felt a little irritated.

Looking at the person, I realized it was a woman. However, the light inside the car was too dim. Using the streetlights and the car's headlights, I could barely make out that the woman was about 25 years old, dressed somewhat old-fashionedly, seemingly from the countryside, and of average build. I moved closer to get a better look. Suddenly, I smelled the scent of her hair.

I felt even more aroused. My gaze shifted from her face to the gap between her knees. I saw her groin. At this point, Yu Ge wasn't just aroused; he was restless.

I held my breath and surveyed my surroundings. Almost everyone nearby was asleep, and even if a few were still awake further away, I figured in this light, they probably couldn't see my position clearly.

So, the wise Yu Ge "casually" placed a hand on her bunk. About a minute later,

Yu Ge "casually" slipped his hand into the gap between her knees.

I began to run my fingers very, very lightly across her calf. No reaction. So I ran my fingers very, very lightly across her thigh. Still no reaction. Yes, you guessed it, Yu Ge's hand finally reached her crotch.

I started gently scraping her genitals with my middle fingernail. About a minute passed. Still no reaction. So I switched to my finger instead of my nail, and changed from gently gliding to kneading, gradually increasing the pressure. Just as I was about to use my whole palm to feel her genitals more fully, she suddenly moved.

Startled, I pulled my hand away within 0.002 seconds and leaned against another bunk. My gaze also shifted elsewhere.

After 5 seconds, there seemed to be no sound, so I turned to look. She wasn't moving; she had probably just been sleeping in the same position for too long and moved slightly unconsciously.

So my gaze fell back on that gap. Leaning closer again, I realized that because she had moved just now, the previously barely visible area inside the blanket had become slightly clearer. Before, because I couldn't see clearly and was mostly using my nail, I hadn't been able to feel the texture of her lower body clothing. So I only planned to give her a quick, casual touch. But now the situation was different, because I saw that she was wearing a short skirt and thick pantyhose underneath.

This time, I didn't try anything. I put my hand inside and used my whole palm to feel her genitals. On this winter night, the unique warmth of her genitals felt incredibly comforting. After touching her for a while, I was worried that if I put my hand too close and someone saw me, I would be in trouble. So I pulled my hand out a little and started massaging with two fingers instead. People are in high spirits when

they're having fun. As I was touching her, I suddenly felt a hole in her pantyhose near her genitals, about half the size of my little finger. Yu, who was already agitated, became even more agitated. That's often how it is in reality… the more nervous you are, the more exciting it becomes… the more exciting it becomes, the bolder you become… So, emboldened by the tension, Yu started to pick at the hole.

Everyone knows that women's pantyhose are actually very elastic. So, in no time, my middle finger was inside.

I paused briefly, and seeing she didn't react, I started running my middle finger along the inside of her thigh, close to her genitals. The skin was fairly smooth. The body temperature felt very comfortable. Then I started fiddling with her panties. There were no sanitary napkins.

Looks like I won't get my hand all red from fiddling. Mustering a little courage, I glanced around again. I pulled her panties aside and touched her labia with my fingers. Her

labia were quite large and slightly everted. Perhaps rural women marry young and therefore engage in more sexual activity.

After rubbing for a while, I adjusted my hand position slightly so I could insert it further. I started rubbing her clitoris with my middle finger. At first, it was just gentle. Soon, my hand felt a little wet, and she made a soft "hmm" sound, as if in a dream. So I stopped.

Just as I was on guard, afraid she might wake up, she unexpectedly lowered her lower body. I strained my eyes to look at her face in the dim light. Just then, a truck passed by our car. In the instant the truck's headlights flashed, I saw that she had her eyes slightly open.

At this point, Yu-ge didn't care about anything else. He rubbed her clitoris a few more times, adjusted his position again, and inserted his entire middle finger into her vagina. He started thrusting. Gradually, more and more fluid came out, my entire finger was wet, and I could feel her buttocks being soaked with her juices through my pants. Even more exaggeratedly, she kept adjusting her lower body downwards, seemingly wanting me to penetrate her even deeper.

Yu-ge is a wise man; how could I let her have her pleasure while I didn't? So I adjusted my position, standing closer to her chest, my left hand continuing to penetrate her vagina, while my right hand reached for her collar. Just as I was about to pull down her zipper, she used her chin to block my hand, trying to stop me. So I increased the pressure. But she held on even tighter.

At that moment, I cursed in my mind: "You slut, I've already played with your pussy, and you're still enjoying it so much, what are you guarding up there for?" A plan came to mind. I stopped what I was doing with my left hand. Sure enough, she lowered her lower body again, twisting slightly. So my left hand fingers slowly started moving again, while my right hand increased the pressure. After a slight resistance, she finally let go of my hand.

I was a little surprised when I touched her breasts. The skin was very smooth and elastic. Most importantly, even with Yu-ge's hand, which could easily hold a basketball with one hand, I couldn't fully grasp them. I was quite excited at that moment and started kneading them hard. My fingers also pinched her nipples from time to time. Soon, warm breath would occasionally hit my face. She began to breathe softly. So I played with her left breast with my right hand, sometimes pinching her right breast, and sometimes trying to hold both her nipples together in my palm and rub them. My left hand, however, was pulled out of her pantyhose hole,

and she squirmed. I cursed inwardly, "What's the rush, you slut?" and deliberately paused for a moment. As her squirming became more intense, I first tried to pry open the hole in her pantyhose with my middle finger, but didn't insert it. My index finger also reached the opening. With a little effort, I managed to insert both fingers into the hole in her pantyhose.

By this time, her vulva was already soaking wet. I dipped my two fingers slightly in her anus with her vaginal fluid

and then inserted them both into her vagina. When I inserted them, she let out a soft "hmm." After four or five rounds of thrusting, I turned my fingers upward and only inserted a little more than two knuckles, and began to probe.

Unexpectedly, she shuddered. It seemed her husband had never given her such direct and precise G-spot stimulation. So, I busily and methodically played with her breasts with my right hand, while my left index and middle fingers repeatedly probed her G-spot, gradually increasing the frequency and pressure. In less than two minutes, I felt her vagina spasm and contract, then gushed out a considerable amount of vaginal fluid. She came so quickly! (It seems this was partly because she hadn't experienced this kind of stimulation before, and partly because her warm-up had been very effective. Actually, I always summarize these experiences afterward. That's how you improve.)

I gently probed a couple more times, then pinched her labia between my two fingers and played with them for a while before pulling my hand out from under the covers.

Although I couldn't see, I knew she was slightly open, suppressing her breathing. I released my right hand, which had been forcefully squeezing her breasts, and instead touched her face. After confirming the position, I quickly inserted my left middle finger, covered in her vaginal fluid, into her mouth. Surprisingly, this time she didn't resist at all. Yu cursed inwardly again, "Damn it! Looks like you slut, you've been licking your husband's dick a lot lately." Since she was behaving this way, I didn't hold back anymore. I not only put my index finger, which was also covered in her juices, into her mouth, but also my ring finger, and started thrusting and probing with all three fingers in her warm, moist mouth.

While enjoying the sensation of her mouth, I vigorously kneaded her full breasts.

Yu thought to himself that he couldn't let her have her pleasure while he didn't. So he looked around again, thinking of a way to get what he could do. But unfortunately, every bunk around him was occupied, and she was on the upper bunk. Anyone who's been on a sleeper train knows that the upper bunk is probably about 1.5 meters high. The lower bunk was also occupied, and I couldn't squeeze up there.

Just as I was getting annoyed, suddenly a headlight flashed outside the window. I realized that the outside was no longer as dark as when we had passed through the countryside, but was gradually getting brighter. We were almost at the county town.

Although I was a little unwilling, I knew it was about time to stop. So I increased the pressure with both hands simultaneously.

After two minutes, I pulled my left hand out of her mouth and slipped it inside her collar. I grabbed one breast with each hand and kneaded it vigorously. The fluids and saliva on my left hand ended up on her full, smooth breasts.

Finally, without lingering, I pinched her nipples hard with both hands. She let out a soft "Ah." I picked up my luggage, stood by the door for a while, and when we arrived in the county town, I got off.

[The End]

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