The woman beside me

I'd read many articles about train passion before, and always felt they were mostly exaggerated or fabricated. However, after experiencing my first sleeper train passion, I realized it's actually quite in line with female thinking and physiology. Given the right conditions, and with a little more courage and a bit more action, it's entirely possible.
It was late June of 2009, and I was traveling from Yichang back to Beijing. Previously, I always transferred in Hankou on my way back, which was a bit of a hassle, but it saved me four hours on the train. This time, Xiao Zhou thought transferring was too much trouble, so she took it upon herself to buy me a direct ticket from Yichang to Beijing. I was both amused and exasperated when I received the ticket, but I had no choice. After a tearful farewell kiss in the soft sleeper waiting area, Xiao Zhou tearfully saw me onto the train.
The train wasn't crowded; as I walked along, I saw many compartments with only one or two passengers. My compartment was completely empty except for me.
Upon reaching Jingmen, a large group of people boarded the train in a chaotic rush. After recognizing their berth numbers, they shoved piles of luggage under the berth opposite me, some even throwing it directly onto the lower berth, before speeding off.
"Oh no, it might be another burly man!" A memory of my disastrous experience on my return trip from Harbin to Beijing flashed through my mind. That time, the four berths in the compartment were full, and the three men were all from Northeast China. They quickly struck up a conversation and became acquainted, so I spent half the night amidst the smoke, the smell of alcohol, and loud laughter and shouting. "I'll just have to change berths," I decided to myself.
The train started moving, but there was still no one opposite me. Just as I was wondering what was going on, a woman burst in, sobbing uncontrollably. She slammed the compartment door shut and then buried her face in a pile of luggage, bursting into tears.
Now I was even more confused, but my gentlemanly instincts kicked in, and I pulled out a pack of tissues from my bag and handed it to her.
To avoid any unnecessary trouble, I got up, left the compartment, closed the door, and went to the connecting area between the carriages to smoke.
After smoking two cigarettes, I figured the woman inside was almost done, so I came back and, sure enough, she had stopped crying and was sitting there,
head down, lost in thought. Hearing me come in, she looked up and said apologetically, "Something happened just now. I was saying goodbye to my colleagues, and I couldn't control myself. Thank you. Was it annoying to hear me crying?" Wow! A strong northern accent, almost like Zhao Lirong.
"It's alright, it's alright. You seemed quite upset, and I was afraid you'd feel embarrassed, so I gave you some space." Sigh, my mouth, I can never forget how to win a woman's heart.
"You're such a gentleman! Oh? You're from Beijing, right?" Well, I've been found out.
"Yes, yes, judging from your accent, it doesn't seem to be far away either?" "Tangshan"—listen to those two words, pronounced clearly and distinctly in Zhao Lirong's hometown dialect.
Chinese people are so strange; they feel close to other Chinese people when abroad, and closer to northerners when in the south. Besides, Beijing and Tangshan are only a two- or three-hour drive apart, instantly bridging the distance between us.
Seeing her sitting amidst a huge pile of luggage, I politely asked, "You have so much luggage, let me help you put it away." She quickly replied, "No need, no need, I can manage. Ah, it's all thanks to my good colleagues who brought me so much stuff." Saying this, she hurriedly started packing her own luggage.
To be honest, she really had a lot of things; her own bunk was completely crammed under, with two large suitcases still unused. Seeing that there was still plenty of space under my bunk, she started stuffing her things in.
Because she was squatting on the ground and leaning forward, my gaze naturally drifted through her loose neckline, revealing two beautiful, full breasts hanging in front of her chest. The pure black lace bra seemed barely able to support her nipples. Her firm breasts looked as if they were about to burst through the lace bra, and the two stalactite-like perfect breasts made my penis instantly swell. I quickly crossed my legs to cover myself, ostensibly to make room for her, but actually to conceal my own erection.
After finally getting herself together, even with the strong air conditioning, she was covered in a light sweat. She sat down, opened a bottle of mineral water, and took a few big gulps. Looking at me apologetically, she asked, "Do you smoke?" I didn't answer, but simply offered her a cigarette.
"No, no," she said, taking out her own Yellow Crane Tower cigarette, "If you don't smoke, I'll go outside to smoke, I'm afraid you'll dislike the smell." I smiled, still not speaking, and lit a Zhongnanhai cigarette, slowly smoking it while carefully observing this woman. She was probably in her early thirties, of medium height, slightly plump, and while not stunningly beautiful, her features were regular and at least presentable. She wore a sky-blue embroidered pullover, a black long skirt, and black sandals—common summer attire for women in northern China—giving her an overall air of intellectual sophistication. Even her smoking was elegant, unlike the vulgar smoking styles of women in nightclubs and saunas.
That's one advantage of smoking in a sleeper compartment; back in the day, only the wealthy and powerful could afford a sleeper berth, so the train attendants generally wouldn't bother you. Through the wisps of smoke, she noticed me looking at her and immediately asked, "What are you looking at? Is there something on me?" Without thinking, I blurted out, "I can't help it, I'm a pretty good person, but I have this bad habit—I want to look at pretty women a little longer." "Oh, you're really good with words. Do you often try to please women like this?" she said with a smile, her delight undisguised.
"Hey, can you tell me what you do for a living?" My curiosity was piqued by the fact that a woman from the North had come all the way to the South alone and was quite popular with her colleagues.
"Why can't I tell you? I'm a doctor, a dentist, and I'm doing advanced training in Jingmen." "Oh, then it'll be much easier for me to see a dentist after I get to know you, right?" "Easy? Not necessarily. You'll have to come all the way from Tangshan." "Never mind then, I'll save my travel expenses for the hospital." Time passed quickly as we chatted, and we became more familiar with each other. We talked about work, friends, hobbies, family, and even subtly touched on her married life, vaguely sensing her dissatisfaction with her husband's abilities. I knew she was married; her husband was an ENT doctor, and they ran a clinic together, which was doing quite well. She was in Jingmen for advanced training because of a friend, so the training fee was waived. It had been a year, and she had only gone home once during that time. This time, she had finished her training and was finally going home.
I looked at my watch; it was already one in the morning, and the smoke in the private room was thick, making it a bit choking.
I opened the door halfway to let out a cigarette. The corridor was quiet, without the usual hustle and bustle of people boarding the train, only the clanging of wheels on the tracks.
She took out a handbag, "I'm going to wash my face, you watch the door," she said, trusting me completely as she went out.
Watching her back, her not-so-slender waist, her somewhat plump buttocks, swaying as she disappeared through the door, a sudden glimmer of hope flashed through my mind. From the topics we had just discussed, I knew most about her, even touching on her marital privacy, which showed her openness, or perhaps it was her affection and trust for me, or even an implication.
In any case, she and her husband hadn't seen each other for at least six months, and it was certain that she was dissatisfied with her husband's performance in bed. Coupled with her affection for me, could I perhaps have a passionate encounter on the train today?
Lost in these thoughts, she returned. I grabbed my toiletries bag, went to brush my teeth and wash my face, and when I came back, she was already in bed, the blanket covering her completely. I chuckled at my own strange thought, casually closed the door, hesitated for a moment, and then locked it with a click.
Outside, the sky was dark, with only a few stars sparsely scattered. Inside the private room, I could only vaguely make out a person's silhouette. I said goodnight to her, pulled back the covers, and prepared to sleep. It
was the first time I'd been alone in a private room with a mature woman, and I felt a sense of anticipation. I tossed and turned for what seemed like forever, unable to fall asleep. I sat up, reached for a cigarette, and lit it with a "snap." In the instant the flame went out, I saw her bright, sleepless eyes staring at me.
"What's wrong? Can't sleep?" "Yeah." "Missing your husband, huh?" I teased her.
"Come on, the air conditioning is too cold, it's freezing." "Oh dear, there's nothing I can do about it, we can't control that." I was telling the truth. Even in a soft sleeper, passengers can only control the volume and lights; the air conditioning is controlled by the train attendant, one switch per carriage.
"How about I bring your blanket down from the upper bunk?" I meant it genuinely, no other intentions. Although I wasn't cold myself, I'd experienced the feeling of being freezing before, and it wasn't pleasant.
She didn't speak for a while, then hesitantly said, "Um... I think... don't be angry when I tell you." "Huh? What? Tell me!" "Um... I... could I... lie down on your bed?" "Why?" I was a little dizzy. This happiness came too fast!
"This blanket is too heavy, even one is uncomfortable, two would crush me." Heh, was that a reason? I didn't know, but one thing was certain: neither of us would get any sleep that night. I didn't say anything, and lit my lighter. Through the flickering flame, our eyes met. I saw the shyness and anticipation in her eyes; the bright flame danced in her pupils. I knew it wasn't the flame of my lighter, but the burning desire within her.
We stared at each other like that until the lighter was too hot to hold. I tossed the lighter onto the small table, moved over, and said, "Come on." My blanket was pulled back, and a full, soft, and hot body pressed against me, her back to me as she lay down.
For convenience during the journey, I usually wear a tank top and shorts when I travel in the summer, but now I'd even taken off my tank top to sleep. My sensitive skin immediately felt that she was only wearing a bra. I wrapped my left arm around her, and my right hand began a romantic and exciting journey over her body.
My hands roamed over her body—her plump thighs, her slightly rounded belly, her smooth and fleshy back—everywhere exuding the allure of a mature woman. Finally, I reached out and pressed my hand against her full, high breasts. My already throbbing penis swelled immediately with a soft, satisfied moan, pressing hard against her buttocks.
The lace bra, though only a thin layer of fabric—I could even feel her erect nipples through it—prevented my hand from exploring further. The cramped space pressed my chest tightly against her back. I figured unhooking the bra from behind wouldn't be easy, so I simply flipped it up from the front, bringing it down to below her neck. Her two soft, large breasts were now in my hands. They were full and soft, unlike Xiao Zhou's firm breasts. I couldn't see their color in the darkness, but subjectively, I felt they were similar in shape to Mei's, though not as firm as her implants.
They swayed softly in my hands, changing shape with my movements.
From the moment my hand began to caress her, her body trembled slightly, and she moaned softly.
At this moment, the woman's most sensitive breasts, which I had been wantonly playing with, were already unable to bear it any longer. One hand reached behind her between our bodies, trying to grab my penis, but she couldn't get it in no matter what she did. She mumbled incoherently, "Mmm, faster... it hurts... come in quickly." I slipped my hand between her legs, and wow, her panties were already soaked.
Even with her cooperation, it still took a lot of effort to take off her bra and panties. While taking off her panties, I carefully took the opportunity to sniff her genitals, but I didn't smell anything unusual. This was an unexpected bonus. I hadn't prepared a condom, and if she had any problems and got pregnant, it would be terrible. Better safe than sorry.
Lying on top of her, I felt that there was much more space. It seems that making good use of space is really important.
She hugged me tightly, twisting her hips and searching for my penis. She was such a resentful and wanton woman. I thrust forward, and my already engorged penis seemed to have eyes, instantly entering her body and penetrating all the way in.
"Oh!" she groaned heavily, pulling me even tighter.
I thrust forcefully, opening my mouth wide to take as much of one of her breasts as possible into my mouth, then began to suckle. Her already swollen breast swelled even more with this sucking, and she involuntarily arched her chest, letting more of her breasts into my mouth.
I supported myself with my left hand, grabbing her other breast with my right, roughly kneading and pinching it, occasionally squeezing her large nipple. Before she could even cry out in pain, the tingling sensation from the sucking and the waves of pleasure surging through her lower body overwhelmed her. The three sensations alternated within her, causing her to cry out in pleasure. Hearing
her cry, I quickly released her and kissed her back. Her cry was muffled, escaping her throat with a soft "woo-woo" sound. Even though it was the middle of the night, I couldn't be careless; it would be embarrassing if someone heard us.
My penis moved rapidly in and out of her, the blanket already slipped to the floor. My large penis thrust repeatedly into her honey-filled vagina, then pulled out along with the honey and the tender flesh of her vaginal walls, only to be thrust in again with great force. The compartment was filled with lewd, squelching sounds.
She lay beneath me, her eyes tightly closed, an overwhelming sense of fullness and surging pleasure washing over her from below. She moaned incessantly, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, allowing my large penis to penetrate her honeyed depths even more powerfully.
It was my first time on the train, and with a woman I didn't know. It felt a bit like a one-night stand, but not entirely. Everything was incredibly exciting, and soon I felt myself about to ejaculate. Yet, she beneath me continued to moan with pleasure, showing no signs of reaching orgasm. This wouldn't do. When had I ever done something so shameful as to satisfy myself without making the woman feel good? So I forcefully pulled her upper body up, making her sit on my lap, her full breasts presented right in front of me.
With one gulp, I took one of her breasts into my mouth again, while my hands reached behind her, tightly gripping her two full buttocks, my penis still thrusting in and out of her. She was essentially sitting on my large penis, being penetrated even deeper. I felt that I was hitting her G-spot every time, her full, firm buttocks firmly held down by me. The immense pleasure made her arch her chest and tilt her head back, which just happened to send her full breasts completely into my mouth.
With her breasts, buttocks, and genitals being violated simultaneously, she let out a louder moan. At this moment, my large hands and mouth were enjoying the fullness and elasticity of a mature woman's body, while my penis was tightly wrapped by her slippery vagina. Waves of pleasure kept assaulting my nerves. Finally, I forcefully pushed her down onto the bed again, my huge penis plunging into her body, the huge glans seemingly reaching her tender uterus.
She cried out loudly as I thrust into her, my penis fully inserted, ejaculating violently inside her, the hot semen shooting into her body and bringing her to orgasm as well.
We embraced, enjoying the afterglow of our climax, letting my penis shrink and withdraw from her. Lying on our sides, the bunk felt cramped again, and feeling the semen flowing down our bodies, we were too lazy to move or wipe it away.
"I'm not a promiscuous woman," she suddenly said. "I don't know what came over me, I just wanted it. You look down on me, don't you?" "No, I'm the same way," I comforted her.
"I don't know what's wrong, I just can't fall asleep lying down. It's so dark, and I feel so empty inside, I just want someone to hold me." "So that's how I took advantage of that." "I don't know," I've noticed she really likes saying those three words now, "but I feel so safe and secure when you hold me. But when you're touching me everywhere, I get aroused too." "Hey, hey, hey, let me be clear, but you came to my bed, how did I seduce you?" "Come on, you think you're a good person? You think I didn't see it? When I was putting the box under your bed, where were you looking? You were all tented up and you thought I didn't see it." Damn, mature women are really hard to mess with, they're too formidable.
Seeing that I didn't speak, she chuckled again and said, "Actually, it's not entirely your fault. I'm about to get my period this month, and every time it's about to happen, I miss it terribly. You know what? When we were chatting just now, I thought you were so knowledgeable, and I really envied you, but I just couldn't look you in the eye. I always felt like there was a hook in your eyes, making my heart itch." "Really? I didn't feel that way." "Exactly, you must have had bad intentions then, trying to seduce me, that's why you looked at me like that." I was wronged! If she said that, I'd be the only one wronged since the founding of the People's Republic of China, except for Liu Shaoqi. But thinking about it, it was fine. We met by chance, had a passionate night, and tomorrow morning when we arrived at our destination, we would go our separate ways. Thinking like this, we talked on and on, and then we fell into a deep sleep.
"Bang, bang, bang," a knocking sound woke us up. It was already broad daylight. "Tickets changed." The train conductor's voice came in.
I quickly got up, put on my shorts, and opened the door. The train attendant stood at the door, looking at me suspiciously, then at her own flushed face still in the berth. She seemed to understand something, exchanged my tickets, and said jokingly,
"Did you sleep well? Pack your things before you leave, don't forget anything." I knew she fully understood everything that had happened in the compartment the night before. I nodded awkwardly and closed the door.
I checked my watch; we'd be arriving at the station in a little over an hour. We quickly got dressed, folded the messy sheets, and put them aside. We took turns washing up, then sat huddled together, enjoying our last moments before parting!
The train slowed down to enter the station. Afraid her husband, who was waiting to pick her up, would see us, we separated. The passengers were about to disembark, so I picked up my luggage and walked out of the compartment. Just then, her husband boarded to pick her up. Looking at this thin, bespectacled man, I understood her unsatisfied desire. I touched my phone in my pocket; it contained her name and number that I had just saved. I thought, maybe next time I won't have to wait on the train? The hotel bed seems more comfortable. This is
a story that seems fabricated but is actually true, a personal experience of mine. But let me tell you, this woman still keeps in touch with me. Every time she comes to Beijing, we enjoy ourselves to the fullest, though not at night, of course. Some friends might ask, how could a complete stranger like me be so easily seduced?
The reasons are actually quite simple:
First, a woman's libido is greatly increased in the days leading up to her period.
Second, her husband couldn't satisfy her; she was essentially in a state of chronic sexual frustration, and hadn't been intimate with her husband for over six months, so her desire was ready to erupt at any moment. Third,
the darkness of the private room made it difficult to see each other, lowering her guard and creating a sense of adventure.
Fourth, the unfamiliar environment and the unfamiliar person, combined with the third point, gave her the thought, "Anyway, we don't know each other, and we'll never see each other again," thus indulging her desires and giving in to her own.
Fifth, this is a more subjective aspect that requires long-term cultivation: personal qualities. Extensive knowledge, a humorous manner, and consideration and gentlemanly manners towards women will all leave a good first impression.

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