I finally encountered a train romance.

I just got off the train today, and it all feels like it just happened. Let me tell you the story from the beginning… Yesterday around 11:30 AM, my girlfriend and I boarded the train at our local train station. While waiting, we saw a family of three; the couple looked to be around 38 or 39, and the girl was about ten years old. The man was very fair-skinned, which left a deep impression on me. My girlfriend even whispered, “That guy’s a pretty boy.” I glanced at the wife; she was wearing sunglasses and had short, student-style haircuts, but I didn’t remember her.
Once on the train, the family of three was sitting in the compartment next to our sleeper berths (not a soft sleeper, but this train had compartments, like soft sleeper berths). I immediately spotted the fair-skinned man, and then I saw his wife standing behind him. This time, she had taken off her sunglasses. I was wondering what a coincidence, so I stared at her for a few seconds. But her eyes were also on me, and we stared at each other for a few seconds until my girlfriend urged me to put my luggage away, and I looked away.
I wonder if any of you guys have ever had this feeling: sometimes, when you make eye contact with a woman for a while, you just feel a spark. To be honest, this woman wasn't particularly beautiful, and because she was a bit older, I probably wouldn't even give her a second glance on the street. But in those few seconds of our gaze meeting, I suddenly found myself deeply attracted to her. And from her eyes, I clearly sensed something different, a gaze that shouldn't be directed at a stranger.
After we got in the car, my girlfriend climbed up to the upper bunk to sleep, while I leaned against my lower bunk. The woman was standing right in front of her bunk's window, looking out, and I could observe her perfectly. She was wearing a black t-shirt, cropped jeans, and white high-heeled sneakers. Her exposed calves were fair and long. Then I noticed her breasts weren't very large, almost flat from the outside, but her buttocks were large and perky. To me, a buttocks are more attractive than breasts. So I stared greedily at her body, and before I knew it, I was hard. I don't know how long I stared at her, but she suddenly turned to look at me, as if she had sensed my gaze. When our eyes met, instead of naturally looking away like most people would, she looked back at me. Finally, I was forced to turn my head away. The afternoon passed like this, during which we exchanged glances a few more times. But her husband, my girlfriend, remained completely oblivious.
Actually, at this point, I wasn't hoping for any romantic encounters; after all, we weren't alone, and she was clearly much older than me, not a naive girl easily fooled. That evening, the train stopped at Zhengzhou Station, and my girlfriend and I got off to see what good food we could get. We ended up only buying a bottle of beer. I ate the chicken feet I had brought and drank the beer. We drank and chatted for a while, until ten o'clock, when the lights in the carriage were about to be turned off. To avoid disturbing the other passengers in the sleeper berths, I sat on the small, fold-up stool by the window and drank my beer alone. At this time, my girlfriend went to wash up, and that woman suddenly sat on my stool, meaning we were sitting back to back. Here's an explanation: that small stool was wider than the ones in regular sleeper berths, generally enough for two people. But it's unlikely anyone would sit with a complete stranger of the opposite sex, right? Thinking about this, my heart pounded. I instinctively felt like I'd struck gold today. I could even feel her back against mine. Just then, my girlfriend came back, and I quickly and casually said, "Go upstairs and sleep. I'll finish this bottle." She didn't suspect anything and climbed up to the upper bunk to sleep. At this point, I didn't know what to do, because she had a husband and child who weren't asleep and were still chatting. I thought I'd take it slow and see what happened.
Listening behind me, I heard her urging her husband and child to wash up. I knew my chance had truly arrived; it was all or nothing. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I slowly leaned back. I felt her back; she didn't flinch or get up to leave. Sweat poured down my forehead, and my heart was practically leaping out of my throat. I reached my hand back, inching in, until I finally touched her back, just enough to brush against her bra strap. If she stood up and slapped me then, I knew I'd be speechless. But even after my entire palm was on her, she didn't flinch. My head spun. I knew I wasn't dreaming; she knew I was touching her, yet she didn't flinch. What did that mean? Just
then, her idiot husband and child suddenly returned. She seemed startled, jumped up, and said, "Go to sleep, go to sleep, I'm sleepy." Then the three of them went to bed. Those few minutes felt like time had stopped. I sat there like a statue, completely frozen, constantly asking myself, "What's going on?" I pulled my hand back, still almost able to feel her warm back. I gulped down a beer, utterly bewildered.
It took about ten minutes to finish the bottle. I grabbed a towel to wash my face, trying to clear my head and convince myself it was all a dream. But as I splashed water on my face, I suddenly saw her in the mirror. She was standing behind me, looking at me with a half-smile. Damn, so she tricked her husband into going to bed first, then sneaked off... Thank goodness I didn't go straight back to sleep! At that moment, I couldn't be grateful for this opportunity. I quickly dried my face and turned to face her. She spoke first: "You... you're still awake?" Is this how you should talk to a stranger? I didn't care anymore. If I didn't act now, would she think I was a eunuch? I grabbed her and tried to kiss her. But she pulled away forcefully, whispering, "Are you crazy?" Then, she opened the bathroom door behind her and pulled me inside.
Like an idiot, I followed her inside. She locked the door, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. Damn, this is classic case of: "Why not take advantage of a freebie?" We frantically swirled our tongues in each other's mouths, and gradually her breathing became heavy. I had already unhooked her bra, and sure enough, her breasts were small, probably an A+. But her nipples were quite large, probably from breastfeeding. I rubbed them for a while, then my hand moved downwards. Her hands weren't idle either, rubbing my penis outside her pants. I unbuttoned her jeans and glanced down to see she was wearing low-rise gray underwear. I yanked her pants down to her ankles. Then I turned her around, making her bend over the sink in the bathroom, her ass sticking out. The big ass I'd seen during the day was now finally laid bare before me. I frantically kissed and licked her snow-white buttocks, then spread her buttocks apart and licked her anus. She had been moaning softly, but now she almost lost control, turning around and whispering, "You pervert! What are you doing... Hey, stop licking..." I didn't care what she was saying. After licking her enough, I helped her sit on the sink, putting her legs on my shoulders. She didn't have much pubic hair, and her vulva was sticky and sticky. I leaned over, intending to lick it properly, but honestly, the smell was nothing like a young girl's; it was a bit pungent, but mostly smelly. Probably from sitting on a train all day with poor ventilation, it wasn't as clean as her anus. But since things had come to this, I had to lick it a few times as a token gesture. She almost convulsed, grabbing my head and desperately pressing it between her legs. She kept saying, "Pervert, you pervert..." I was almost suffocating from her. I licked haphazardly, feeling her buttocks thrust forward forcefully. After a few thrusts, she seemed to let out a low but heavy sigh, and stopped. I touched the saliva on my mouth, along with a few of her pubic hairs, and thought, "Damn, this woman actually raped my mouth." I pulled down my pants; my penis was already swollen and hard. I saw her leaning against the mirror behind the sink, her eyes half-closed, and without hesitation, I thrust in. She seemed to wake up from my thrusting, looking at me with a seductive smile, and whispered, "You little brat, you're such a pervert…you're going to kill your sister." Looking at her lewd appearance, I thought, "Damn, I've never experienced such a erotic scene before." I just kept thrusting hard, saying, "Am I a pervert? Am I a pervert…really a pervert?" She was aroused by my penetration, her mouth half-open, a little drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, her eyes half-closed, her head tilted back, and she said, "Yes, you are a pervert…but I just like that you're a pervert…" Faced with this situation, I was speechless. All the blood in my brain rushed to my penis, and I just kept thrusting like a madman. Perhaps it was too stimulating. To be honest, I didn't last long. Unlike my fellow enthusiasts who can go on for an hour or so, I felt like only five minutes had passed. I knew I couldn't control myself, and I didn't want to. All I could think about was fucking the woman beneath me. My frantic movements almost made her scream. She grabbed my back and bit my shoulder. A sharp pain shot through my shoulder, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I ejaculated in a spasm. After I stopped, she still looked at me with those seductive eyes and said, "You stinky pig, did you enjoy it?" It was as if my senses returned to my body. I suddenly remembered my girlfriend sleeping in the bed not far away, and I felt like a wild beast... I even felt a slight disgust and revulsion towards the woman beneath me. I bent down and pulled up my pants. She also took out some tissues to wipe herself. After she finished cleaning up, I kissed her cheek, turned around, opened the door, and went back to my bunk. After a while, I heard her return to her bunk as well.
This morning, when I opened my eyes, the family of three next door had already gotten off the train sometime earlier. Thinking back on last night, it all feels like a dream, but when I reach down and touch my penis, I can still smell her genitals.
This train madness doesn't seem to have left me with truly pleasant memories…

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