A brief romantic encounter

I'm a migrant worker, 26 years old this year, a native of Shandong. I started working in Guangzhou before graduating from junior high school. It's been a full 10 years since I started working after junior high. In these 10 years, I've moved around to many cities, endured all kinds of hardships, and seen all sorts of people and encountered all sorts of situations.
Every year, the 16th day of the first lunar month is my fixed date for going out to work; this habit hasn't changed for many years. Several of my old junior high classmates from the village also go to work with me.
This year, on the 16th day of the first lunar month, I was supposed to go out to work as usual, but a sudden family emergency occurred—my grandfather fell ill, and I took care of him for a while, which is why I haven't been able to go back to work yet. My boss in Guangzhou had been urging me several times.
I finally went to the train station to buy a ticket on February 23rd. I went in the afternoon, and the waiting room was packed with people, mostly migrant workers.
When it was my turn in line, the ticket seller said that all the hard seats were sold out for the day; only standing tickets and sleeper berths were available. I usually buy hard-seat tickets because they're cheaper. I considered buying a standing ticket, but the journey was too long, so I ended up buying a sleeper ticket, which cost quite a bit.
That evening, I boarded the train, found my seat, and sat alone, playing on my phone and chatting, feeling utterly bored.
Around nine o'clock, I felt a bit hungry, so I took out some steamed buns and salted fish I'd brought from my suitcase and started eating.
The woman in the sleeper opposite me was very beautiful, about 30 years old. Her tight jeans clung to her body, and her most striking feature was her full, shapely buttocks—very sexy. I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.
The woman seemed to notice me staring at her, and just as our eyes met, I immediately turned away, pretending I hadn't seen anything, and continued eating my hard steamed buns and salted fish, drinking half a bottle of water.
After finishing, I started reading the newspaper—a women's magazine I'd bought before boarding. It had many photos of scantily clad women, and I enjoyed reading the articles and seeing pictures of beautiful women.
By then, the woman had finished eating. She came over and asked to borrow a bottle of water, so I gave her one, and we started chatting.
She sat down next to me on my bunk and we talked. After learning she was also from Shandong, we started talking more and more, about everything.
We sat facing each other, and while we were talking, I couldn't help but glance at her chest. She was wearing a low-cut sweater, and her purple bra was faintly visible. Her white breasts were straining against her red bra. I felt my mouth go dry and kept swallowing.
We chatted for over an hour, and then I fell asleep because I was so tired. She went back to sleep too.
But in the middle of the night, I felt someone touching my buttocks. It felt like a dream; my consciousness was a little hazy, a very vague feeling.
I turned over and tried to fall asleep again, but I still felt someone touching my buttocks. The feeling didn't seem fake; it was definitely a hand.
So I grabbed it and turned over, and I found it was a woman, the woman sitting opposite me. She was also grabbing my hand tightly.
"Brother, let's do it! I like men like you!"
She started taking off her coat, revealing a purple bra. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast, kneading it. I was shocked and captivated by this sudden woman.
I'm a man, still single, and the thought that this woman beside me might become my wife made me want to cooperate, so I started to work hard with her.
After the passion subsided, we fell asleep in each
other's arms until dawn. When we arrived in Guangzhou, we got off the train together, and we hugged in the station. But just as I was about to kiss her, she suddenly pushed me away, saying someone was coming.
A moment later, a man appeared beside us. He claimed to be the woman's husband, and they even kissed.
Only then did I realize that she was already married, and what happened between us was just a fling. I had been foolishly thinking it was love, foolishly fantasizing that she might become my wife—just a fantasy!

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