Many romantic encounters on long-distance buses

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In early August, the weather was scorching hot, making travel by car a very uncomfortable experience. But what could I do? Life is unpredictable. The Kxxxx train used to take about 25 hours to reach Shanghai, but now with so many high-speed trains, this express train has to give way, taking over 28 hours – a long and arduous journey that left me feeling utterly exhausted. I sat in carriage 13, berth number 10, upper bunk. I bought the upper bunk hoping for less disturbance and a chance to sleep. Entering the station and boarding the train, I must say, the Olympics have really made security checks feel like they're on a plane – so annoying! After putting my things away, I sat on a side seat waiting for departure. Then a girl came along, pulling a large suitcase. She stopped, checked her seat number, and tried to put the suitcase on the luggage rack.

The luggage racks on this sleeper train are quite high; standing on the floor, she couldn't reach it. She had to put it on the middle bunk first and then move it up.

The suitcase seemed quite heavy, and she clearly couldn't manage it. Naturally, the man stepped in to help. Unexpectedly, my simple act of kindness brought me boundless good fortune—but that's a story for another time, hehe. I stood up and said, "Let me help you." Then I climbed up to the middle bunk, and she laboriously handed me her suitcase. I then put it on the luggage rack, and after I finished, she thanked me repeatedly. I then took a closer look at her—oh, she was quite a beauty. She

was about 164 cm tall, with medium-length hair that perfectly framed her delicate face. She wore glasses, which gave her a sophisticated air, exactly my type.

She was wearing a white tank top, and her chest was quite ample—my goodness, probably a D cup! Her deep cleavage was perfectly visible from my height. She wore very short denim shorts, which accentuated her long, straight legs—not the X-shape I dislike. When she turned to the side, I saw—wow, what a perky little butt! At that moment, I kept fantasizing about how amazing it would be to have her from behind…

…With so many people on the train, I didn't have any other thoughts at the time; it was just a fleeting fantasy. After the train started moving, everyone gradually began chatting. I made small talk with the others, but I paid more attention to her.

It turned out she was from Zhenjiang and was traveling back home. She got off in Zhenjiang and sat in berth number 9 (right across from me).

Apparently, because I had helped her with her luggage earlier, she had a good impression of me, so we chatted quite well. Plus, I was fairly good-looking, so she seemed to like me. We chatted like this for a while, and then she went up to take a nap. When she climbed up to her berth, I looked up at her from that angle... oh dear, I almost got a nosebleed! (

Thinking to myself...) As evening approached, everyone started eating. We sat opposite each other on the side seats, each eating our own food, but it felt good. She even pulled out a can of beer! Hehe, I couldn't miss this opportunity; beer is great for setting the mood and building rapport. I quickly took out my own beer and we drank together, joking and chatting. The atmosphere became increasingly harmonious. After my repeated invitations to drink, she drank two cans, her face slightly flushed, making her look even more adorable. Of course, I downed five cans myself. As dusk settled, the train passed Shanhaiguan and Tangshan. We arrived in Tianjin around 9 PM. Previously, when passing through Tianjin, it was usually late at night, and I'd never gotten off. This time it was earlier, so we went to the platform together. Tianjin Station looked beautiful, whether newly built or under renovation, it was under construction. Was it for the Olympics again? The CCP always does these kinds of showy things.

We continued chatting afterward. She had a very cheerful personality, and with the alcohol, she didn't mind my harmless, suggestive jokes; she just smiled at me, making me feel all tingly.

Lights were about to go out, and people were busy washing up and going to bed. We weren't in a hurry either. After most people had gone up, the carriage gradually quieted down, and we started hearing snoring, especially the man in the middle bunk of our middle-aged couple. His snoring was incredibly loud, especially on a train. If we were staying in a hotel together, it would be much louder. Around 9 PM, she said she was going to sleep and went to wash up. I didn't move, waiting for her to come back.

When she got into bed, I joked, "Can you sleep alone? Do you need someone to keep you company?" She didn't answer, just glanced at me and lay down. I usually sleep late, and I was even more sleepless on the train. I sat for a while, then went to the connecting area between the carriages and smoked two cigarettes.

The train was probably in Shandong province, but I can't remember the exact station. I noticed the train attendant was asleep on the table in his small compartment. There were hardly any people sitting in the carriage anymore; it was probably between 12:30 and 1:00 AM. I felt a little sleepy, but I decided not to stay awake. There was a beautiful woman upstairs; even if I couldn't have her, it would be nice to look at her. After a quick brush of my teeth and a wash of my face, I went up to my bunk. The guy in the middle bunk was fast asleep; I even stepped on him when I got in, but he didn't react. The pretty girl seemed to be asleep too. When I got in, I touched her arm while holding onto the bunk; it was smooth, but she didn't react. I couldn't fall asleep after lying down. I looked over in the dim light below, and she seemed to be asleep, completely still.

I steeled myself; this opportunity would be lost forever. Besides, she seemed to have given me a hint when she got into bed earlier. It would be a waste not to act on it, so I decided to be safe. Pretending to be asleep, I swung my arm towards her. The space opposite the berth was narrow, and with my height and long arms, it was easy for me to reach her.

Because she was lying on her back, I placed my hand on her shoulder. If she noticed, I could pretend it was unintentional, at worst I'd apologize, and nothing more. However, she didn't seem to react. My courage grew, and my fingers began to slowly move, caressing her smooth, soft shoulder, slowly moving towards her more intimate areas.

Just as my hand covered her left breast, my heart pounding, preparing to take further action, suddenly, she grabbed my hand. I was terrified, but afraid of alerting others, I didn't dare move, thinking, "This is it." But to my surprise, she didn't remove my hand, nor did she scream; she remained motionless with her eyes closed. Now I hesitated. What did she mean? Was she warning me to take my hand away? She should have at least moved her hand away a little, or at least turned over. If she agreed, she shouldn't have grabbed me in the first place. But one thing was certain: she wasn't asleep and knew I was touching her, otherwise she would have screamed.

She didn't seem to object, but she was probably hesitant. I could feel her heartbeat, very fast; she seemed nervous. This must be her first time experiencing something like this. Heh, come to think of it, who gets into this kind of situation every day? I thought to myself, there's a chance, but I can't rush it; scaring her would be the end of it.

I didn't rush into anything, quietly waiting for her emotions to calm down and her heartbeat to slow. I

gently started moving my hand on her breasts. After getting into bed, she had taken off her bra inside, only wearing a tank top, which no one would normally know. But now it was convenient for me; otherwise, if she hadn't cooperated, it would have been difficult to resolve this issue. Her breasts were indeed as they looked—full and firm. Even through her tank top, I could clearly feel their soft yet resilient texture, just the right size to hold in one hand. Seeing that she didn't object, I fully utilized my skills, "attacking" her left breast, moving from the center to the back, varying the pressure and speed.

She quickly reacted; her breathing became rapid, and her nipples gradually swelled and hardened. I didn't focus on any particular area, occasionally brushing them with my fingertips, giving her an unbearable, itchy sensation. Gradually, her body began to tremble, as if she couldn't take it anymore. Just as I was hesitating about what to do, she suddenly rolled over, lying on her side with her face turned inward, shaking off my hand. Was this the end? I was unwilling to give up. She didn't seem to object at all; was she encouraging me to go further? I might as well go all the way. Since she was lying on her side, there was a gap on the outside. My body wasn't too fat or too thin; I could squeeze in and lie side by side with her. So, I mustered my courage and moved over. She had obviously anticipated my move and moved further in as well, even giving an approving "hmm," as if she appreciated my understanding.

Now I was completely relieved, knowing she had consented to my "harassment." As long as no one found out, it would be fine. Even if someone did, as long as she didn't say anything, it wouldn't be a big problem. Besides, in this society, who cares about other people's business? So I continued what I had been doing, wrapping my left arm around her from above and continuing to knead her left breast. I pressed my body close to hers, gently kissing the back of her neck and blowing softly, my knees lightly rubbing against her thighs. She was still wearing the same denim shorts she had worn during the day, apparently because it was inconvenient to change.

After a few minutes, her reaction became more intense; because we were so close, I could hear her soft moans. So I quickened my pace, slipping my right hand under her and pulling her completely into my arms, grabbing one of her breasts with one hand and kneading it harder, while simultaneously lifting my head and gently biting her left earlobe, blowing air into her ear.

She clearly hadn't expected my move; probably no one had ever used this on her before. In less than a minute, she seemed unable to bear this "torture." Her breathing became noticeably heavy, she made moaning noises, her little bottom thrashed back and forth, and her body twisted and turned, as if begging me to stop. I thought to myself, there's more to come, just you wait.

I reached out and unbuttoned her shorts, pulling down the zipper. She didn't object at all; instead, she cooperated by twisting and turning. I took the opportunity to kick her shorts down to her feet and pull them off. Now she was only wearing her panties.

I moved the blanket from the train to the outside to cover her, so even if the train conductor came by, the dim lighting wouldn't let them see what was going on inside. I took the opportunity to pull off my own shorts and lifted her tank top up, but didn't take it off completely. I had come shirtless anyway, so now I could have some intimate contact. I gently pulled her closer, savoring the pleasure of her smooth skin. She clearly enjoyed the sensations I gave her, gently rubbing against me. It was time for the next move. I reached my left hand around to her front, pressing it against her lower abdomen, and placed it on her mons pubis outside her panties. I moved it slowly, feeling its shape—plump, with a slit in the center, though I couldn't see it; it must be a beautiful shape. My fingers gently massaged, feeling her temperature rise, and a little fluid seeping out. Her breathing became heavy again. Then my hand slipped inside her panties, caressing her, heading straight for her private area.

By this time, she was completely open, without any resistance. Her pubic hair was neither too thick nor too thin. My hand continued downwards; it was already overflowing. I used the opportunity to lubricate my fingers, then began my techniques of pressing, picking, kneading, and pinching. My fingers slid between her labia, and her fluids increased, her clitoris swelling.

Feeling the time was right, I pinched her clitoris with two fingers and rubbed it. This stimulation was clearly too much for her; her body jolted, and she froze. Heh, I couldn't let her reach orgasm so quickly; I wasn't done playing yet.

I relaxed, and she seemed surprised that I had stopped abruptly, squirming slightly in disappointment. At this moment, just like when I took off her shorts, I pulled down her panties. She knew what I was going to do and cooperated by taking them off. Then I took off my own underwear; my penis was already ready. 16cm wasn't particularly impressive, but the diameter was definitely rare. I continued to hold her, spreading her legs apart so that her legs were clamped around mine, continuing the side-lying position. (There was limited space above, and no other choice.) My penis pressed against her vulva, the head rubbing back and forth against her labia, not in a hurry to penetrate.

She was already aroused to the point of no return, and she tried to sit down, wanting me to enter easily, but I deliberately avoided her. She noticed my intention, gave a slightly annoyed snort, and pinched my arm. I knew I couldn't tease her any longer, so I held her tightly, aimed my penis at the entrance of her vagina, and slowly but powerfully entered her body. At this point, I had completely won over this pretty girl I'd met on the train.

After entering, I didn't rush into anything, savoring the strange sensations from inside this unfamiliar woman's body. Because of the fluid she'd been observing, entry wasn't difficult, but I could still clearly feel the pressure and warmth emanating from my penis. Then, I thrust all the way in, pressing against her clitoris, gently rubbing it a couple of times, then slowly pulling out most of the way before penetrating again. She enjoyed the process, moaning softly. Because of the position, and the fact that we were on a train, the movements couldn't be too large, so the movements were relatively slow. Seven or eight minutes passed, and there was no sign of ejaculation. She seemed to be getting tired of this monotonous stimulation.

But in this environment, there was clearly no other way. I listened carefully; besides the sound of the train running, there was snoring in the carriage, especially loud from below. A plan immediately formed in my mind. There was definitely no one in the restroom right now, so why not move to another spot? I whispered in her ear, "Let's go downstairs." She hesitated for a moment, then seemed to understand, and nodded in agreement. I was overjoyed. I quietly pulled out my penis, put on my shorts and t-shirt, got off the bed, and tiptoed to the restroom. I glanced at the train conductor across the way; he was still asleep on the table. I went inside, leaving the door ajar, waiting for her to come over. A minute later, she came over. I opened the door, she quickly came in, and I quickly closed the door and locked it.

I turned around and pressed her against the door, kissing her passionately. She returned the kiss frantically. Here, we didn't have to worry about anyone hearing or seeing us, or anyone coming in, so we both became bolder. We quickly stripped off our clothes. She wasn't even wearing a bra or panties, just her outer garment; I certainly wasn't wearing any more. After undressing, we hugged again. This time, I could properly admire her from the front. Although the toilet light was dim, it was still much better than the upper bunk in the train carriage when the lights were off. Her figure was truly amazing—perfectly proportioned, curvaceous, and with a good height, she was absolutely gorgeous.

So I had her lean against the wall and kissed her breasts. I hadn't really used my tongue earlier; what a sin. Before long, she couldn't resist again. This time, she was bolder and directly said, "Quick, I want it!" Wow, so proactive.

So without further ado, I turned her around, made her hold onto the wall, bend over, and stick her butt out, standing on either side of the toilet bowl.

From this angle, her little butt looked so perky and perky. I couldn't resist giving it a good squeeze.

When I touched it, she was so wet; it was so juicy and tender. I then stood behind her, my feet also on either side of the toilet, and rubbed my penis up and down at the entrance of her vagina. Seeing that I hadn't entered yet, she turned back and gave me a resentful look. Damn, what man could take this?

So I took a half step forward, placed my hands on her buttocks, arched my back, and thrust my 16cm, 6cm diameter penis all the way in, completely plunging in. I heard her let out a long, blissful sigh. Now, without restraint, I began thrusting in and out in rhythm with the train, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, my hands also restless, sometimes kneading and slapping her pert buttocks, sometimes moving around to ravage her full breasts and nipples. After this onslaught for about 10 minutes, she gradually approached orgasm. Seeing that the time was right, I placed my hands on her waist and thrust in as fast and powerfully as possible, then withdrew completely. After only a few dozen thrusts, she reached the halfway point, moaning and groaning, her buttocks arching backward in rhythm. Suddenly, her body froze, her head tilted back, her back arching backward.

Her vagina contracted violently. I knew she had reached her climax, so I thrust hard, intending to finish with her.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door a few times, startling me. I whispered, "Someone's here." The person outside said, "We're almost at the station." Apparently, the train conductor had locked the toilet because we were almost there. I breathed a sigh of relief, breaking out in a cold sweat. The scare completely extinguished my urge to ejaculate. I continued thrusting for a few dozen more times. She had recovered from her first climax, but I still had no desire to ejaculate. So I pulled out, turned her around, and kissed her face and lips. She clearly sensed my disappointment, and suddenly knelt down, took my penis in her mouth, and started sucking. I never expected this beautiful girl to offer oral sex. I didn't care anymore; since she was willing, I was happy to enjoy it.

So I stood still, letting her do as she pleased, gently stroking her hair. Watching such a beautiful woman move her head back and forth beneath me gave me a real sense of accomplishment. She gave me oral sex for a few minutes, but it seemed her technique was mediocre; she hadn't had much training, it was like eating a lollipop, going in and out. But it still gave me a lot of psychological enjoyment. Slowly, I started to feel something, and seeing how hard she was working, I signaled her to stop. I helped her up, using my arm to support one of her legs, pinning her against the wall, and then my penis entered her.

She was quite flexible; her legs didn't seem to be strained, and she didn't show any discomfort. In this position, without any fancy shallow and deep thrusts, each stroke went straight to her clitoris. Soon she became excited again, her mouth uttering incoherent cries of "husband," "darling." So I reached out and lifted her up again, spreading her legs, pressing her back against the wall. With my arm strength, I continued to fuck her wildly. This position, though tiring, probably allowed for the ultimate in tightness between us.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, resting her head on mine, letting me thrust in and out. She was already babbling incoherently, "Husband, faster, faster, oh, no…

" I went all out, thrusting with all my might, about 300-400 times. Once again, I felt her body convulse. Her hands, gripping me tightly, her nails almost digging into my flesh. A surge of heat suddenly hit my glans; she had another orgasm. The stimulation of her vaginal fluid sent a rush of sensation up my spine to my brain, and I could no longer control myself. I let out a low growl, thrusting a few more times, and then erupted, a torrent of hot semen gushing out.

At the same time, she reached her peak, her vagina contracting violently. She was half-conscious, limp on top of me.

My penis was still throbbing inside her. This continued for two or three minutes until she gradually regained consciousness. I gently laid her down. Another embrace, kisses, and caresses followed. Then we took out tissues and helped each other clean up a bit. After getting dressed, I had her turn her back to me, held her in my arms, and we stayed still, enjoying each other's tenderness...

At that moment, the train pulled into the station, I think it was Zaozhuang. A few people boarded, and I took the opportunity to let her go out first, closing the door behind me. Anyway, no one was going to the toilet at that time, everyone knew the door was locked, and no one noticed there were two people inside. A minute later, I came out too, smoked a cigarette, and went back to the upper bunk. When I came back, she was already asleep. This whole ordeal had taken almost two hours, and she was obviously very tired. Of course, I wasn't relaxed either. I kissed her when I got on, and this time she really didn't react. Nothing happened that night (actually, it wasn't even a full night), and I slept soundly.

I woke up the next morning after 9 a.m., opened my eyes and looked to my side. She was already awake, lying there looking at me. When she saw I was awake, she blushed and smiled. I really wanted to pounce on her again and comfort her. So, I got up, washed up, and she made me a bowl of noodles, which I devoured without hesitation. We didn't exchange a single word, just silent eye contact. The guy who snored last night said he slept really well; little did he know I'd done something he'd never even dared to dream of.

Around midnight, we arrived at Zhenjiang Station. I helped her take her large suitcase down and escorted her to the platform, still without saying a word. As she left, she looked back at me, hesitated, then turned and walked away. I returned to my carriage and arrived safely in Shanghai.

That was my train encounter, a memory I still cherish—a girl whose name I don't know, whose contact information I have no way of knowing.

[The End]

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