High-speed rail documentary

In the first half of the year, I was a senior in college and went to Shenzhen with three or five friends. However, due to school matters, they all returned early, while I stayed in Shenzhen for two more days before taking the high-speed train back to Xuzhou. This led to a crazy and extraordinary encounter.

My name is Zhang Yu, I'm 22 years old, and I study civil engineering at a university in Xuzhou—the infamous "monk temple" major. I'm of medium height but rather thin. Despite this, I have a very strong sex drive. I often skip classes to watch porn and play games in my dorm. I have a fervent longing for mature women, especially those in stockings. But in reality, especially on campus, what opportunities are there to meet such mature women?

Because I'm fairly good-looking, I found a female girlfriend at school, but she couldn't satisfy my surging sexual desires at all. So, watching porn and masturbating became my indispensable daily activities.

I longed for a mature woman in stockings to enter my life, to let me fondle her gleaming, silky buttocks, kiss her heavily made-up old face, lick her stinky, stocking-clad feet, and fuck her shameless, muddy cunt, ejaculating inside her!

Unexpectedly, the opportunity arrived.

There's no high-speed rail from Shenzhen to Xuzhou, only a slow bullet train, a 15-hour journey, which I found incredibly tedious. Every now and then, a few scantily clad women would walk by, and I'd stare at their stockinged legs until the beauties noticed my lustful gaze and looked away.

When the train arrived in Xiamen, many people got off and got on. I was dozing off, but the noisy passengers woke me up. A few attractive women boarded, but none sat near me, leaving me quite disappointed.

Just then, she appeared.

A large, bald man with dull, stupid eyes, wearing a thick gold chain, walked in front—clearly a nouveau riche. The woman behind him immediately caught my eye!

She had short, wine-red hair that reached her ears. She wore a coffee-colored mink coat over a black, tight-fitting top, a black mini-skirt, and flesh-colored shiny stockings. Most provocatively, she also wore black mid-calf socks and black flat shoes!

Judging by her age, she was probably close to fifty. Her face was heavily made up, with a thick layer of white powder, shiny lip gloss, and a large gold chain. She wore two huge gold rings and a jade ring on her fingers. She was about my height, plump and mature.

This old woman, wearing black mid-calf socks and flat shoes like a young girl—the combination of her nouveau riche upper body and the girlish stockings, socks, and flat shoes created a huge visual impact. I almost couldn't breathe, my face turned red, my penis became hard, and most importantly, I couldn't bear to look at her!

The carriage was noisy and chaotic. I avoided her gaze. She walked past me, and I lowered my head. The intense stimulation from the flesh-colored silk stockings and black cotton stockings almost made me lose control and touch her,

but thankfully I managed to restrain myself at the last moment. To my astonishment, she sat down in the seat to my right rear. I was sitting by the aisle, and she was sitting in the row behind me, near the aisle. My heart skipped a beat.

At first, I didn't dare look at her and could only sit quietly. As the train started moving smoothly and everyone quieted down, I began to feel restless, scratching my head.

Then, I glanced back.

This voluptuous mature woman was eating an orange, peeling it very roughly and stuffing it into her mouth, her legs crossed, her stockinged legs gleaming in the sunlight streaming through the window, while her husband was fast asleep.

I couldn't bear to look for long and immediately turned my head away. But the stimulating scenes still were unbearable.

So I boldly glanced back again. This time she noticed my gaze and looked at me too. I was extremely nervous and quickly turned my head away to calm my nerves. This

was really strange. Before, when I saw beautiful women like this, I would boldly stare at them until they gave me a disdainful look. What was wrong with me today?

So, I made up my mind and turned back again.

The sexy mature woman in stockings had finished her orange and was playing on her phone, probably some game. She had put away the tray table, and her two shapely legs were fully exposed in front of me. The contrast between her old face and her black cotton stockings and flat shoes made me blush, but I still insisted on looking at her.

After about twenty seconds, she seemed uncomfortable and looked up. I started to want to look away, but I was determined. No, I had to express my burgeoning desire to her. What if there was a chance?

So I stared at her intently, and I could feel the sweat on my forehead and the lust burning in my eyes.

She felt my burning gaze and looked away, but noticing I was staring at her, she became embarrassed and kept glancing at me. My penis was rock hard, and I was leaning towards the aisle, half my body sticking out.

Just then, the flight attendant came, and I quickly sat up. To my utter dismay, the flight attendant paused, looked at me, then at the sexy woman in stockings, and then walked away, looking bewildered.

I calmed down a bit and played on my phone for a while.

About half an hour later, I couldn't resist anymore and looked back again. Her husband was still fast asleep, and she was asleep too.

That quiet old face, even in sleep, was so alluring. Stockings, cotton socks, and flat shoes mingled together—it was the pinnacle of desire!

Suddenly, an idea struck me. I took out my phone, looked around—most people were asleep—and started snapping photos of her like crazy, capturing her alluring face, her stockinged legs, and even a close-up of her legs.

Then, I got up, went to the bathroom, took out the photos on my phone, and started masturbating wildly while kissing the screen. I ejaculated a large puddle.

After cleaning up, I felt a little better and returned to my seat. I glanced at her again, and a wave of guilt and disgust washed over me. Partly, I felt sorry for my girlfriend, and partly, I felt ashamed that such a shameless old slut had seduced me to this extent.

I calmed myself down and slowly fell asleep.

After about an hour, I still felt uneasy. I opened my blurry eyes and looked back. To my surprise, her husband wasn't there! And the stocking-clad mature woman had taken off her top; a black tight-fitting undershirt tightly covered her huge breasts, exuding desire! I continued to ogle her, thinking about how to strip her completely naked, leaving only her stockings, black cotton socks, and flat shoes, and then grab her big ass and fuck her wildly!

She glanced at me, but then turned away!

This made me anxious!

I saw she was playing on her phone; I wondered if she was using the "People Nearby" feature. I immediately turned on my phone and used the "People Nearby" function, but found nothing.

I was frantic, my desire surging again.

Finally, I lost my temper and typed: "Hey beautiful, let's be friends. My phone number is: XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX."

Then I continued to stalk her. Every time she turned her head, I would show her my phone, my intention to molest her was obvious. But she turned her head away with extreme disgust.

After half an hour of this, she didn't even look at me.

Her husband walked by a few times, but I managed to avoid him each time. It seemed he didn't want to sit next to her; he often stood in the connecting area between carriages and would get off to smoke at each stop.

Finally, I was so consumed by lust that I decided to take the risk.

I found a small piece of paper and wrote the same words on it.

Then I continued to stalk her. Every time she turned her head, I showed her the paper. Unexpectedly, she was even more disgusted and sat down inside.

In a moment of panic, I stood up, walked over to her, and threw the paper at her.

People around became alert, but she ignored it. I was utterly despondent. I went to the connecting area between the carriages and waited for a while. Then I came back and found the paper still unopened next to her.

So I sat down reassured and waited for the train to arrive.

The train arrived in Wenzhou, stopped for a while, and then continued on its way.

Suddenly, the mature woman in stockings had her phone ring. She answered it, and it was noisy on the other end.

I heard her say, "What! I missed the train? I'll tell the conductor right away." Judging from her accent, she was a woman from Northeast China.

But I could hear the noise on the other end of the line.

"No way! I'll tell them right away."

I heard something like she was saying that she didn't need to stay overnight in Wenzhou.

"Then catch the train back tomorrow!" the mature woman said finally, then hung up the phone. Her face immediately darkened with anger.

I felt a surge of excitement. I looked around; almost everyone had changed, no familiar faces remained.

I had to seize this last opportunity!

I stood up and boldly sat down next to her.

The woman in stockings was very surprised and whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Beautiful lady, you're so pretty, let's be friends," I said calmly.

"You…" she exclaimed, her face flushed. I continued to stare at her with burning eyes.

"Come on, let's go to the restroom and exchange some feelings," I said lewdly. She seemed startled too, staring blankly at me.

Time seemed to freeze; I could feel her breathing and the lingering scent of her perfume.

Finally, she asked shyly, "Is it safe?"

I was instantly thrilled, and one hand couldn't help but grab her stockinged leg. The alluring touch stunned me; every sensory cell in my body focused on my hand.

And she didn't flinch.

"It's safe, I'll go first, then you go!" Seizing the opportunity! I said confidently.

"Okay, hurry up, don't close the door, I'll be there in half a minute," she said, then removed my hand.

I rushed into the toilet, closed the door, but didn't lock it.

Those half a minute felt like an eternity! I was like an ant on a hot plate, all sorts of thoughts flooding my head: Was she lying to me? Would she call the police? What was going on?

Just then, the toilet door was pushed open, and the sexy mature woman in stockings squeezed into the toilet, locked the door, and stood in front of me. I rushed over without thinking, grabbed her tightly, and slipped my hands through her leather skirt, directly touching her stocking-clad buttocks, then frantically kissed her face.

"You little pervert, keep your voice down," the sexy mature woman in stockings pushed me away.

"Sister, you're so beautiful, I can't take it," I stared at her blankly, my penis already bulging out of my pants.

"What's the rush? I don't even know your name yet," the sexy mature woman in stockings said, slightly blushing and slightly teasing.

"My name is Zhang Yu, and I've been holding back all this way!" I hugged her tightly again, cupping her alluring face and kissing her like a madwoman.

The stocking-clad mature woman reached down and grabbed my penis, muttering, "So hard!" I couldn't just say I was driven by lust; I was practically insane. I unbuckled my belt, revealing my penis. Because I'm rather thin, it wasn't thick, but it was long and as hard as a steel rod.

"So long..." The stocking-clad mature woman looked at my penis meaningfully.

"Haha, I'll definitely fuck you to death!" I roared, then flipped her over and pinned her against the bathroom wall, pulling her leather skirt up to her waist. I then pulled down her stockings and panties a little to create space for intercourse. I grabbed her pussy, and she shuddered, squirting.

"So horny! You're already squirting like that, why don't you let me fuck you sooner?" I slapped her buttocks and said.

"My husband's still in the car! If you stop, I'll break your legs!" "I'll fuck you to death first!" I roared again, ready to get started.

"No, put on a condom," the mature woman said.

"Do I need a condom to fuck a mature woman? Let's just get started!" I didn't care and thrust into her vagina. Because her pussy was loose and well-lubricated, my penis easily reached her cervix, and we both convulsed.

"You little bastard, you actually went in! But it's really long!" the mature woman said.

Since we were about the same height, the doggy style was very comfortable.

"Mature woman, your pussy is so hot! So wet!" I couldn't help but exclaim. We held the doggy style for twenty seconds, and after I got used to her pussy, I started fucking her hard without any restraint.

"No, Xiao Zhang, slow down, don't go so fast right away." The mature woman couldn't bear my rapid fucking and cried out.

"Oh, oh, oh, I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death! I don't care about anything else, you slut, you're going to be fucked to death!" I said shamelessly, and the mature slut's vagina tightened and she squirted when she heard my words.

"You slut, I'll fuck you to death, and you're still squirting!" I said, making her bend over even lower, her hands tightly gripping the handle in front of the toilet, and then I arched my back and continued to fuck her hard.

"You little brat, how dare you flirt with me!" she said, trying to stick her ass out and squeeze my cock, but I pushed it back with a storm of fucking.

"I'm going to fuck you to death, fuck you to death! I'll mate with you, fuck you to death!" I made her bend over and then licked and bit her old mouth wildly, not caring at all that we were meeting for the first time.

The boy's lust was like water in a dam, once a small opening was made, it would burst!

I fucked her wildly while watching us kissing wildly in the mirror. A slender, handsome young man was embracing a voluptuous, mature, and wanton woman. They were kissing, and he was fucking her. His hips were like a miniature motor, violently pounding against her stockinged buttocks. The shameless woman, dressed in flesh-colored stockings, black cotton socks, and black flats, could barely support herself with her plump legs. Her saliva was being sucked into his mouth, and her vagina was being pounded until it was wet, only to be pushed back down by his penis.

"Slut, I'm asking you, I'm asking you!" I asked as I continued to fuck her.

"You little bastard, tell me!" The woman was already dizzy from the fucking, only wanting to receive my frenzied fucking.

"Why are you wearing flesh-colored stockings!" I asked, slapping her stockinged buttocks a few times.

"It's cold, bare legs are too cold, you idiot," the woman cursed back. Her cursing only excited me more, and I fucked her even harder.

"Then why are you wearing black cotton socks under your stockings?!" I looked down at this shameless old slut's attire.

"Those aren't cotton socks, they're foot covers, just slipped over your ankles." "Damn it!" I roared, yanking at her foot covers. Sure enough, the black cotton foot covers only covered her ankles and calves.

"You're wearing a little girl's foot covers! Shameless!" I pulled out my penis, lowered the toilet seat, and made her sit on it.

"What are you doing!" I frantically pulled off one of her shoes.

"Flat shoes, how old are you this year!" I asked, then bit down on her stockinged foot and started gnawing hard.

"Gently! It hurts! I'm 48 this year." "Holy shit

! 48! And you're still wearing little girl's clothes! Are you a slut!" I continued roaring as I thrust my penis into her cunt.

This time, I didn't speak, but instead, while separating and mating with her muddy cunt, I passionately licked and nibbled at her stockinged foot. The taste of the flesh-colored stockings after a day of being covered was the best pleasure!

She held onto the toilet handrail with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, afraid of screaming.

I was drenched in sweat, making my final push!

My dream—licking the stockinged feet of a mature woman while fucking her cunt, finally ejaculating inside her—was about to come true!

After ten minutes of fucking, the mature woman couldn't hold back any longer. Her ass twisted wildly, her eyes rolled back, her vagina tightened, and she gushed out orgasmic fluid. I thrust my hips forward, spraying all my semen into her uterus, accompanied by her gurgling foot-licking, letting those poor little tadpoles swim into her nearly 50-year-old uterus.

"You fucking shot inside!" the mature woman said, slightly annoyed after her orgasm.

"Haha, mating is always about cumming," I said shamelessly, pulling her up. She spread her legs, emptying all the semen from her cunt into the toilet.

"What do you mean by 'mating'! That sounds awful."

"Look, we couldn't resist doing it in the toilet the first time we met. Isn't that like animals mating?" I handed her a tissue so she could wipe her pussy properly, and I wiped my penis too.

We quickly tidied our clothes.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"Liu Yanping." She put on her shoes, pulled down her black cotton socks, and straightened her skirt.

"Then I'll call you Aunt Ping!" I said.

"Let's go out, it's been so long." she said.

"Okay, Aunt Ping, you go out first, then I'll go out, then we'll get our things and find the flight attendant to upgrade us. I see there's no one in the business class." I said.

"Why go to the business class?" Aunt Ping asked.

"To continue being intimate with you! I'll pay." I hugged Aunt Ping and kissed her.

"Okay, okay, whatever you say, I'll go out quickly."

So, we filed out, thankfully there was no one at the door.

Then we got our things and found the flight attendant.

"Which station are you going to?" I asked Aunt Ping.

"I'm going to Wuxi." Aunt Ping said.

"Then upgrade us to

business class." I bought Aunt Ping's tickets.

We then went to business class. Sure enough, there was no one there; everyone had gotten off in Hangzhou.

After the flight attendants brought us drinks and snacks, I helped Aunt Ping recline her chair so she could lie down. Then I suddenly crawled into her seat and lay down next to her. My right hand went around her neck, and we hugged and kissed, while my left hand kept stroking her stockinged legs...

"You naughty boy!" Aunt Ping said coquettishly.

"Haha, Aunt Ping, I noticed you as soon as you got on the train," I said.

"Yeah, I noticed you, you little rascal, staring at me in front of my husband!" Aunt Ping slapped me.

"Haha, wasn't it because you were dressed too provocatively, Aunt Ping?" I continued to kiss her from time to time.

"And then you little pervert, you even slipped me a note! Luckily, my husband wasn't here." "Did you see the note?" I asked.

"I glanced at it, but my husband's on the train, you idiot!" Aunt Ping said.

"Anyway, I'm going all in. I'm going to mate with you today." "That's awful! That's wicked!" Aunt Ping said.

"Aunt Ping, why are you dressed like a young girl?" I asked.

"Sigh... It's because my husband is having an affair, he found a young girl. So I thought I'd give it a try!"

"Is that so! Aunt Ping, do you think your husband deliberately got off the train to find his mistress?" I asked.

"Definitely! Humph! I knew it!" Aunt Ping said angrily.

"Don't be angry, but we've run into me, so how about this, we get off in Suzhou together, then find a hotel there and have a good time mating." I rubbed her breasts and kissed her.

"Okay... It's time to enjoy life."

"I want to kiss your stockinged feet!"

I rolled off the train, took off her flat shoes, and started licking her stockinged feet.

"You're like a little puppy!" she teased.

"I'm your ****dog."

Aunt Ping's feet were those of a typical mature woman—smelly and calloused, but incredibly stimulating. These feet, the saviors of a mature woman, made me drool profusely over them.

Just then, the flight attendant suddenly entered, and I quickly switched to massaging her feet.

But then I noticed I recognized her. Was she the one from the previous carriage?

She looked surprised, especially at the drool on the mature woman's feet.

So, I secretly followed her and saw her chatting with a cleaning attendant.

"My God, it's true!"

"The two of them? I heard it right next to the restroom! They were having sex on the bus!" "The thing is, you know what? I'm sure that old woman has a husband! She was sitting behind this boy, and I could tell they were exchanging glances. It's really true!" "Yeah, I saw the boy go into the restroom first, and then the old woman went in too. They didn't come out for half an hour!"

"Did you find that note?"

"Look!"

"My God! They were hooking up on the bus!"

I heard half of it, then went back to my seat. Seeing Aunt Ping's alluring appearance, my heart started racing again.

"Let's continue!" I said.

"Go to the restroom again?"

"Yeah!"

So we went back to the restroom and frantically enjoyed each other's bodies until we both reached orgasm.

After arriving in Suzhou, we found a couples' hotel. There happened to be a lingerie shop downstairs, so I bought her a lot of stockings and sexy high heels.

We made love for two days straight at a love hotel, always having sex, ordering takeout for meals, and then it was just a lot of frenzied mating. When we got tired, we just went to sleep. But that's another story.

Two days later, we boarded the high-speed train. Suzhou is very close to Wuxi, so we made the most of our time and had sex again in the restroom.

We exchanged contact information, and a week later, just as I was about to meet her for another time, she told me she was pregnant, and based on the timeline, it was probably me.

So I encouraged her to divorce her husband. In the end, she took her luggage and assets and came to Xuzhou.

We officially registered our marriage in Xuzhou:

Zhang Yu, Liu Yanping, officially registered our marriage!

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