Summer Train Romance

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When I was in college, I did an internship in Shanghai during the summer. After the internship, I bought a train ticket home. Although it was a nearly 20-hour train ride, I gritted my teeth and bought a hard seat to save money. Once on the train, I helped an old man opposite me with his luggage and changed seats several times before finally settling down. Initially, I was surrounded by middle-aged men, but then a young girl sat next to me by the window. Later, from conversations with others, I learned she was a freshman in college, visiting friends in Shanghai. I'm not one for idle chatter on trains, so I just sat and watched the sky darken outside the window.
Air-conditioned trains get especially cold at night in the summer. The girl next to me curled up, covered with a jacket, and slept with her head on her knees. I was facing away from the window, leaning to one side, dozing off under my jacket. I was very proper, not touching the girl. As the train swayed, we soon ended up sleeping back-to-back, and I remained half-asleep, leaning against her like that. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt a heavy weight on my back. She was leaning completely against me, and I felt very tired and uncomfortable. So I changed my position, lying face down on the table, one hand under my head and the other on my leg, my hand just touching her thigh. Because she woke up when I changed position, I awkwardly pulled my hand back, but the car was swaying, and my hand kept brushing against her thigh.
Gradually, the area of contact between my hand and her thigh increased, and the frequency also increased. Suddenly, she put her legs down, covering them with her coat. Actually, at this point, her coat also covered most of my legs, her knees were close to mine. When she put her legs down, I subconsciously raised my hand slightly. Her thigh was completely on the chair, and my hand naturally and gently landed on her thigh. Her legs were covered by her clothes,
and my hand was under my clothes, so no one could see that my hand was on her thigh. I felt unusually clear-headed at that moment. I could hear my own heartbeat. I carefully assessed her reaction, paused for a few seconds to make sure she didn't react, and then finally placed my hand firmly on her thigh. Although it was just touching her thigh, the unfamiliar environment and the unfamiliar person made my blood boil. I hadn't really noticed her thigh when I touched it a few times with the back of my hand, but now I could really feel it. Her thigh wasn't thick, but it was soft and boneless, as smooth as cotton. I slid it up and down a couple of times, and the flesh felt smooth as silk. What a beautiful thigh! I couldn't resist anymore. I looked up and saw that everyone around me was sleeping soundly. I pretended to pull the clothes covering my legs and then quickly lifted them to take a look at her thigh.

It was truly a pair of white, beautiful thighs. I hadn't paid much attention to this girl before, just vaguely noticing that she was average-looking with a pretty face. I never expected her to have such sexy thighs. After putting the clothes down, I saw that she was still sleeping by the window. I deliberately touched her thigh a couple of times, and seeing that she didn't react, I was overjoyed. I was sure that she knew I was touching her. How could I let the duck that was already in my mouth fly away? Anyway, the people outside could see what my hands were doing, so my hands began to wander freely over her thighs. They were smooth and delicate. After touching them for a while, I tentatively touched the inside of her thighs a few times. Her legs trembled slightly, but she didn't stop me. I was secretly pleased and gradually moved closer to the inside of her thighs. I initially thought she was wearing denim shorts, but when I got closer to her thighs, I felt a heat and realized she was actually wearing a denim mini-skirt! Now I was even more excited. This was so convenient. I directly pressed my fingers against her vulva. Suddenly, she tightened her legs, and for some reason, one of her hands grabbed a few of my fingers and pulled them apart. I was stunned. Was this place off-limits? Was I only allowed to touch her thighs? I

wasn't one to give up easily, but I didn't force myself on her. I quickly calmed down. This was the moment to test my boyfriend. Don't give up now. I didn't attack her vagina, but when she grabbed my hand, I grabbed hers too and started touching hers. I slowly slipped my hand under her t-shirt and moved it to her waist. While touching her, I used my other hand to hug her from behind. Actually, I didn't really hug her; I just wanted to push her forward so that my hand inside her clothes could touch her breasts, haha! I finally got my hands on them. They were clearly a young girl's breasts, and even through her bra, I could feel how firm they were. When I touched her breasts, she made a soft "hmm" sound. Luckily, it was already midnight, and everyone around us was sound asleep, so no one noticed. Even if they had noticed, what could they have done? After gently massaging her for a while, seeing her blissful expression, I removed my hand and began to slide it down, gently placing one of her thighs on my knee. At this point, her vagina was fully open. Perhaps she had enjoyed the earlier caresses, because when my hand touched her panties, I noticed they were already wet. She no longer resisted. I used my fingers to part her panties, first touching her labia a couple of times, feeling the thin layers of flesh, then starting to circle around her clitoris. Her waist arched forward occasionally, her eyes and lips tightly closed. My hand went directly into her vagina.

"Ah!" she cried out, quickly covering her mouth with her hand. I pulled my hand out, straightened up, and looked around. Everyone in the carriage was asleep. I gently parted her legs again and used my fingers, still wet with her secretions, to massage her clitoris. Immediately, her body went limp, leaning against my back, enjoying the stimulation. Several times she almost cried out. I rubbed her clitoris, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and she trembled each time. After a while, I inserted my hand into her vagina. With a "plop," I thought, "Damn, there's so much fluid, and it even made a sound." I even considered taking her to the bathroom for a quickie, but the bathroom in the hard seat was just too uncomfortable. I quickly moved my hand in and out, switching from one finger to two, trying not to make too much noise. Even though my clothes were covering her, her breasts were still heaving, and I was afraid someone would see. I tried to insert three fingers, but it was difficult, so I kept using two. Suddenly, her vagina contracted twice, and her legs closed tightly. She reached down and grabbed my hand; she had orgasmed. I took my hand out, which was covered in her fluid, and deliberately waved it in front of her. She shyly pushed my hand away and leaned back lazily.
She took out a tissue to clean up, and I immediately covered her with my clothes again. There was a small patch of clear liquid on the chair beneath her. Haha! After she finished, we went to the restroom one after the other, straightened our clothes, and when we sat down again, she leaned against me. My hand was still on her thigh, and she fell asleep under my clothes. It was
broad daylight when we finally met. Neither of us mentioned what happened the night before, and we sat very properly. The surrounding area was bustling, and we were just listening to the older men chatting. Occasionally, I would chime in, and they would all agree and say they were very interested in what I was talking about, mainly because what they were discussing was my major, which I naturally knew quite well. I think the girl probably liked me more now, but I never exchanged contact information. My dilemma was that my parents would pick me up as soon as I got off the train, and I wouldn't have time for a night of passion. Exchanging contact information might mean we'd never contact each other again, so I simply didn't.

After getting off the train, she walked ahead, and I walked behind, until we exited the station.

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