Girl on the train

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Sitting on the southbound train, Fan watched the poplar trees rushing past, a sense of urgency rising within him. He wished he could reach the final stop immediately. However, his thoughts couldn't change reality. Train T31 was indeed late, and this time it was the longest delay in its history. The 15-hour journey had now become 18 hours. Fan was an impatient person, and Hangzhou wasn't his final destination; his goal was Ningbo, that small seaside town.

"Hey, train conductor!" A female train conductor, a very innocent-looking girl, happened to be passing by. Hearing someone shout, she stopped. "Excuse me, sir, what can I do for you?" "What are you doing? Why is the train stopping? I just want to know what's going on!" Fan's tone was already laced with emotion, and his voice continued to rise. "Oh, sir, I'm sorry, this is a special situation. The car needs a water change, there's nothing we can do. This area is so open, we don't want to waste everyone's time like this, but if the backup car doesn't come to deliver water, it will take at least 24 hours." Her statement immediately drew boos from the crowd. "Hey, are you guys making way for someone else or something? I've always taken those kinds of buses, and this time I paid a lot of money to experience the feeling of a fast ride. Aren't you guys ripping me off?" a middle-aged man dressed like a migrant worker said angrily. "Damn it, what's going on? Don't you want to work? Be careful, I'll have my buddies cripple your stationmaster when we get to the station!" a bald man with a greasy face said fiercely, spitting as he finished speaking. "Miss, my daughter recently gave birth and is in postpartum confinement. It's her first child, she doesn't know how to do postpartum care, she's waiting for me to come quickly!" a woman around fifty years old asked anxiously. "..."

As everyone joined in the barrage of criticism against the girl, Fan suddenly fell silent. He realized that everyone's excuses were better than his, and he subconsciously didn't want to speak anymore. This guy was there to pick up girls, and not just any girls, but girls he met online. Although he was quite avant-garde, he wasn't foolish enough to make it public. Actually, he was just angry for a moment and didn't intend to make things difficult for the girl, but his words had set a good precedent, and now it was difficult for the girl to leave. Looking at the poor girl, Fan could only smile bitterly. It seemed he had really hurt her this time; he could be considered indirectly harmed. As he turned to find a quiet place to rest, he noticed a pleading look across from him. It was the girl's plea for help; her clear eyes revealed her helplessness, and that heartfelt plea touched Fan's heart. Fan had a quirk: he couldn't stand women looking like that. To put it bluntly, he was always sensitive to beautiful women asking for help. It wasn't that he was soft-hearted and genuinely wanted to help, but rather that he felt he could gain something extra from it. This wasn't just wishful thinking; he'd actually tasted the benefits firsthand. Not long ago, he'd even slept with a beautiful teacher because of it. The method was unscrupulous, but for someone like him, the process didn't matter; he only cared about the result. Thinking of this, a smug smile crept onto Fan's lips. He scrutinized the girl opposite him again. It was a girl, not a woman. She was probably around Fan's age, in her early twenties. Her face wasn't strikingly beautiful, but she was still quite pretty. What Fan was attracted to were her clear, bright eyes—eyes that seemed to speak volumes. Fan recalled his first girlfriend, who had similar eyes. This familiar yet not-so-unfamiliar feeling made him decide. Hmm, this girl is not bad. If possible… Hehe, Fan has always been a self-assured person. This time, his intuition told him that the difficulty of getting her was only three stars, with a very good chance. It seems that something wonderful will happen during this not-too-short but not-too-long stop. "Ouch, my stomach hurts! My stomach hurts so much!" Fan cried out loudly, clutching his stomach with both hands. There were still some water droplets on his head, and who knows if they were sweat from the heat or from the pain. Sure enough, Fan's commotion really attracted the attention of everyone, especially the female train attendant. This group of people were just grumbling verbally. They knew that making things difficult for the girl was useless; they were just venting their dissatisfaction. But seeing such a young man wailing in such agony, they were really stunned.

"Young man, are you alright? Are you okay?" The older woman was indeed a kind-hearted person. Fan casually wiped the sweat from his brow, his feigned pain intensifying rather than diminishing. He was quite confident in his acting skills; a former actor in school, he was a master at convincing sympathy. "I can't take it anymore, it hurts so much! I need to go to the infirmary, I need to see a doctor!" Most of the others shook their heads, and the older woman sighed, "Young man, there's no infirmary on this train. Are you delirious from the pain?" "Ah, really, my stomach, ouch!" Fan clutched his stomach, crouching on the ground, eyes tightly closed, his brows furrowed even more deeply than before, his mouth agape, only exhaling, not inhaling. "Are you alright?" The female train attendant seized the opportunity to break free from the crowd and approach Fan, asking softly. Hearing the girl's voice, Fan instantly opened his eyes, meeting her mischievous gaze. He found it somewhat amusing; these people were so easily fooled, their feigned pain instantly relaxing. Seeing Fan's expression, the girl sensed something was wrong. Suddenly, a clever idea struck her. Her small hand accidentally grabbed something, and without thinking, she pinched it hard. Goodness, the girl was really ruthless this time, very real, without a trace of affectation. Even through the thin shirt, this gave Fan a real taste of pain. "Ah!" Fan nearly jumped up in pain. The girl's small hand twisted into a pretzel-like shape, and Fan clutched his stomach, crying out in agony. Because Fan and the girl were standing face-to-face, very close, others couldn't see the subtle movements. Only the aunt was a little puzzled, wondering why the young man's cries seemed to become more excited, not like someone in pain. What she was grabbing wasn't anything else, but Fan's prized manhood, his proud little brother. This thing wasn't made of iron; it was probably the most vulnerable part of Fan's body, yet the girl's hand was so vicious, pinching that spot.

While fantasizing, Fan's penis had become erect. Being pinched now felt like the end of the world had arrived in that instant; his penis felt like it was about to snap. His earlier flirtatious gaze had turned to anger. Fan glared at the girl, ready to erupt at any moment. But when the girl met his gaze again, Fan felt instantly defeated. There was no apology in her eyes, only smugness and satisfaction, a mischievous smile playing on her innocent face. Fan suddenly realized he was wrong. He had messed with a vixen. Yes, this girl was definitely a bold vixen. He regretted his cleverness. Facing such a girl, Fan felt like he was being seduced, but extricating himself was impossible. The act had to continue, though he was probably just a supporting character. The pain was real, but after the pain came a touch of tenderness. Beneath the girl's flirtatious smile were hands of desire. Through the thin fabric, she grasped Fan's penis, gently stroking it, as if repaying her apology in another way. After a brief period of pain, Fan's limp penis, stimulated and then throbbing, thawed again. For a young man in his prime, desire arose so quickly. He felt the tenderness on his penis—the tenderness of a girl. The girl was clearly no novice; she knew how to arouse a man's desire. One hand stroked his penis, while the other stimulated Fan's testicles, circling them in the sensitive area between his penis and clitoris. Of course, all of this was done secretly, known only to the two of them. Fan's penis was aroused by the caresses; a tent still bulged in his pants, his breathing became heavy, and his eyes burned with desire. Fan knew that if this continued, things would become embarrassing; he couldn't be sure if he could endure it any longer. He lowered his head and gently bit the girl's earlobe. "Wouldn't it be better if we changed locations?" The girl pressed her face against Fan's and blew a breath into his ear. "Okay! Hehe!" Her smooth, soft face, coupled with her silvery laughter, made Fan think she was an angel, but beneath that angelic exterior lay a devilish nature. While the others in the carriage were still wondering what was going on, Fan and the girl had already vanished from their sight.

The T31 train wasn't crowded; the fact that the aisles were nearly empty confirmed this. After passing through several carriages, they arrived at a secluded spot—the train conductor's quarters. The girl took out a set of keys and skillfully opened the familiar door. When she went inside, Fan hesitated, the words "train conductor" making him uncomfortable. However, guided by the girl, he followed her in. The small space contained only a small bed, its bedding disheveled, clearly frequently used; the wrinkles and marks were new. The girl's true nature was revealed here. Before Fan could even take in his surroundings, she pounced on him, pinning him down. Fan was passive. Temporarily passive. The girl unbuttoned Fan's white undershirt, revealing his masculine upper body; beneath his slightly pale skin lay incredibly strong muscles. The girl's tongue traveled downwards, licking Fan's body. A man's nipples have a natural attraction for a woman. She sucked and teased them passionately, the two small protrusions blooming fully at that moment. Her tongue traced across Fan's lower abdomen, landing on his crotch. Fan's belt had been unbuckled by her, and the girl's small mouth searched for the man's dignity through the fabric. The now erect penis easily entered her mouth, with only a simple barrier on the outside. Her wet tongue slid back and forth, her panties already soaked with saliva. Fan didn't want to be passive. He lifted the girl's body onto himself, without affecting her original movements, but he could now attack her. 69, a position Fan liked. Underneath the girl's professional blue skirt was a black thong. Now, a tongue was inserted into the middle of the thong, hooking around the shallow crevice, revealing Fan's eyes. Fan's hands gripped the girl's buttocks, his tongue working diligently there, his large mouth sucking and licking the slit, making continuous slurping sounds. Most of the girl's moans were muffled by the penis, with only a few escaping through the gap. Fan's playful tongue lifted the edge of her thong and slipped inside. A stranger entered her wet little hole, his tongue licking the pearl. Then came two wicked fingers, darting between the dark red slits. "Oh...no...you're so bad..." The girl spat out the penis, turning to look at Fan, her eyes filled with lust. "Is that so?" Fan stopped his assault. "You...you...so bad..." Fan saw desire in the girl's eyes; her feigned little girl tone fueled his lust. She didn't know, but Fan loved this kind of thing. "Hehe, the show's just beginning. You'll be screaming soon!" Fan chuckled wickedly, turning around and pinning the girl down. Without even removing her thong, he parted the slit and roughly thrust his large penis into her little hole. "Oh..." The girl let out a satisfied moan; it seemed Fan's size wasn't too much for her. The activities below didn't affect the upper body. Fan, seeing the girl's heaving breasts, grabbed them, spreading them apart with both hands. The girl's business suit slipped off her upper body, only the few delicate buttons remaining. Her two large, snow-white breasts fell into Fan's hands. He tightly grasped the white mounds, red nipples peeking out from between his fingers. Looking at those dark red spots, Fan lowered his head and began to nibble, without pity, only desire. The girl's dark red nipples instantly bore the marks of Fan's teeth. "Ah...it hurts...what are you doing..." The girl's eyes opened, filled with anger. Fan chuckled, not giving her a chance to continue, his large mouth directly covering her resentful little mouth, unleashing a storm of passionate kisses, blurring the lines between tongue and lips. The girl's petite body was pressed beneath him, allowing Fan to take the lead. The large penis thrust in and out of her vagina repeatedly, her labia flipping back and forth with it. A slightly viscous, white fluid flowed from her vagina, lubricating both her vagina and the penis moving in and out. One position wasn't Fan's style. Woman on top, doggy style, Guanyin sitting on a lotus, old man pushing a cart, ancient tree roots… and so on… Fan was having a great time; he found satisfaction in the girl, and the pent-up frustration of his journey had been released. The girl's earlier unsatisfied expression had vanished completely; three orgasms had left her body exhausted. Fan's movements suddenly intensified. After a few more thrusts, he withdrew his penis and began masturbating, facing the girl's breasts. Milky white semen shot out like bullets, adding a few streaks of white to her snow-white breasts, and a few drops of restless semen even lingered on the girl's red lips. Without thinking twice, Fan grabbed the girl's clothes and wiped them on his crotch a few times. Then he pulled up his pants, sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, and blew smoke rings while staring at the ceiling light. "Are you really a train conductor?" The girl wearily grabbed Fan's cigarette pack, took out a cigarette, and looked at the smoke rings she exhaled. "Sir, 500 yuan!" "What?" Fan clearly didn't understand the girl's question. A man's voice came through the door the instant it opened. Fan looked at the man in the train conductor's uniform, then at the girl sitting on the bed, and a chill ran down his spine. Good heavens, so this girl did this part-time.
The train started moving, but Fan wished it could have stayed in that moment before it even began. [The End]

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