Those Train Romantic Encounters

I initially thought that the lack of moisture and dryness would make her uncomfortable, but unexpectedly, there was
an unusual amount of moisture inside, and a single finger slid in very smoothly.

Warm, slippery, and tight—that was the sensation my finger was experiencing.

She pressed her head firmly against the table, her face flushed, her ears red, and her whole body trembling slightly, as if she was
trying her best to suppress her desire.

I'm not a virgin; I clearly knew that her reaction at this moment indicated arousal, or rather,
intense .

After penetrating a little further, it became even hotter inside, and I could feel the writhing movements within her body caused by excitement,
tension , and arousal.

Keep in mind, there were more than just the two of us in the car; there were people all around us. Not to mention
the two , either of them could easily see something was wrong if they woke up and looked up.

Moreover, my girlfriend was sitting on my other side.

This is why vibrators don't sell as well as vibrating eggs—because vibrating eggs can be taken outdoors and
are much more stimulating!

As my finger slowly penetrated deeper, I inserted a second finger, allowing for even deeper penetration.

There weren't any barriers or membranes mentioned in novels. She might
not be , or perhaps my fingers weren't deep enough. But if I inserted my fingers and caused bleeding, I
'd be in deep trouble.

The fluid inside was increasing. Because I had forcibly spread one of her legs, preventing them from closing, the vaginal fluid
flowed everywhere with the slow thrusting of my fingers.

My genitals were actually very swollen and painful at this point. The pre-ejaculate fluid seeping from my urethra had soaked
my underwear , and even my shorts had some water stains!

The prolonged excitement had made my genitals a little sore. As everyone knows,
a strong erection in a confined environment for a long time is very uncomfortable.

I even tried to forcefully remove her hand, wanting her to masturbate me through my pants, but it seemed
like a line she crossed; she refused to touch my genitals.

My other hand was constantly kneading her nipples outside her clothes, wanting to go inside, but
the position wouldn't allow it.

I was basically holding her, but my arm was wrapped around her from behind to her other
breast . Since she was leaning over the table, I couldn't reach inside her clothes.

However, my hand didn't stop; it remained inside her skirt.

I didn't dare move too much because there was so much fluid. If I moved too much, it would make that…

well, like rubbing aloe vera gel, the sound of water.

That would easily attract the attention of people nearby, since the carriage was very quiet.

She had given up trying to stop me with her hands, and with each thrust, she made
low moaning sounds.

Then, I leaned in and gently licked her earlobe with my tongue.

Unexpectedly, she reacted very strongly, forcefully pulling her legs away from mine, clamping them together,
and then forcefully pressing my hand down. Her body trembled violently, and besides feeling
a sudden increase in fluid, I could feel rhythmic biting on my fingers!

She had an orgasm…

I couldn't believe she had an orgasm like that, without even touching her clitoris. I felt a surge of excitement,
I don't know why. Maybe bringing a woman to orgasm is exciting enough!

For about a minute, I didn't move my hands vigorously; the hand that had been teasing her nipples became
a gentle caress, and I softly breathed into her ear.

I knew she needed quiet and gentleness at this moment, to fully experience the orgasm.

After about five minutes, she finally parted her tightly closed legs and lifted her head.

My hand naturally withdrew, two fingers glistening.

She looked at me directly for the first time, and I met her gaze.

The blush on her face hadn't faded; her eyes were somewhat unfocused, uneasy, and reproachful.

I don't know what my expression was like then, but I guess it was definitely uneasy and nervous!

Because I didn't know how she would react or what she would say next.

The eye contact didn't last long, just a few seconds, then she suddenly stood up, which
startled .

Then she said softly to me, "Excuse me…

I need to go to the bathroom."

I stepped aside and watched her go to the restroom. I could vaguely see that the back of her skirt, specifically her
buttocks , was quite wet, and there were also some sweat stains on her back. Luckily, no one noticed.

At that moment, I was actually having a very intense internal struggle. Was it her hint?

I really wanted to follow her, I really wanted to, but I was also a little scared!

This wasn't like the scenes in novels, where you could just have sex on a train and the woman would be so receptive.

In the end, I went over anyway, I don't know what I was thinking, it just happened like a trance.
Actually, the interval between us was only about 5 minutes.

After I got there, the restroom door was closed, so I washed my face at the sink outside.

Just then, she came out from inside, looked up and saw me, and we
made . Then she went to wash her hands, so I went in.

After I went in, I closed the door, but didn't lock it, and then unzipped my pants, releasing my penis that I had been holding back for
hours .

The glans was also a mess, and my underwear was soaked.

While I was urinating, I was listening to the sounds outside. It sounded like someone was washing their face. I really didn't want her to
come in , so I deliberately didn't lock the door, and I guess she saw that.

But after waiting for 4-5 minutes, she still didn't come in, and I felt like she had already left.

Sigh, I sighed inwardly, feeling a little disappointed.

After returning to my seat, she picked up her phone and seemed to be looking at something. At that moment,
the two men opposite her also woke up.

I definitely couldn't sleep now; my emotions weren't so easily calmed, so I also picked up my phone and started looking at it
.

But I also peeked over to the side and noticed that she seemed distracted while looking at her phone, probably
thinking about something.

I hesitated whether to talk to her, but what should I say?

From beginning to end, we barely spoke, and suddenly I felt like there was nothing to say.

On a whim, I opened my phone and typed: "What's your QQ number?"

Then I held the phone out to her so she could see it.

When she saw my hand, she reflexively moved closer, then
looked at her phone again after seeing what I'd typed.

Once I confirmed she'd seen the message, I pulled my hand back.

Would she give it to me?

After a while, seeing she didn't move, I nudged her with my elbow, still
holding the phone with the same message on the screen.

She glanced up at me, then quickly looked back, typed a string of numbers,
and slightly turned the screen towards me.

After seeing the number, I immediately added her on QQ, and she accepted right away.

After that, I asked her some questions on QQ, the specifics of which I don't remember clearly.

But a few questions remain vivid in my memory.

For example: "Were you comfortable just now?"

Her answer was: "Yeah, I went to the bathroom. Why didn't you come in?"

Her reply: "~~Can we do it again?"

Reply: Are you trying to kill yourself? The people across from me are awake.

Then she asked me, "Is that your girlfriend next to you?"

I said yes. "

Your girlfriend is here, why are you still...?"

I replied, "I don't know, it was unintentional at first, but I couldn't control myself later."

Anyway, we chatted on QQ for a long time, and I even asked if she wanted to go to the bathroom together, but she didn't agree.

During the chat, she even secretly laughed a few times, which made
the atmosphere less awkward than before.

With people across from us, I definitely couldn't touch her breasts again, that would be too obvious, so I could only
do some small things below.

As soon as I put my hand on her leg, she immediately slapped it away and glared at me, so
I smiled wickedly.

After my continuous harassment, she gave up, knowing that stopping me was useless, and let me touch her thigh
.

Actually, I felt that she somewhat wanted me to do it to her again, but she was too proud to admit it and was afraid that
the people across from us would find out.

After touching her thigh for a while, I slowly pulled up her skirt, and my hand slowly
moved towards the inside of her thigh.

If someone across the street dropped something and went down to pick it up, they would definitely see something
unsightly .

Finally, I touched her cotton panties again. This time, unlike the first time, she didn't try to cover herself with her hands; she
just slightly adjusted her posture, a little embarrassed.

Her panties were still wet, and I could feel the shape of her labia through them.

I gently and slowly rubbed her labia up and down.

She had been looking at her phone, but she couldn't resist any longer. She put down her phone and turned her head towards
the window.

Her vaginal fluids increased, and her panties were completely soaked. I finally touched a small protrusion on her labia.

The moment I touched it, she suddenly squeezed her legs together, turned her head, her face flushed, her brows furrowed,
and shook her head slightly.

I ignored her, staring at her, and continued to knead her already erect clitoris.

She suddenly leaned against my shoulder, her chest heaving, breathing heavily.

At that moment, we looked like a couple again.

The two people opposite us glanced at us, seemingly thinking, "What's going on?
Isn't your boyfriend's girlfriend over there?

Is she too?" (When we got on the train, my girlfriend and I ate and put our luggage together.)
I didn't care about that. Now that she was closer, I could take it a step further.

I slipped my hand inside her panties; it was incredibly sticky, almost her entire inner thigh was wet.

Her pubic hair was sparse, soft, and in a small patch.

Her clitoris was already very prominent; I could feel it without deliberately parting her labia.

I gently inserted my hand, smearing the area with her vaginal fluid, and then focused on
stimulating her clitoris.

Turning my head slightly, I whispered in her ear, "Is it good?"

She didn't answer.

I continued, "If it's good, just let out a soft 'hmm'."

She hummed twice.

I asked again, "Was it more comfortable inside earlier, or is it more comfortable outside now?"

She didn't answer me, saying, "If you don't answer, I'll lift your whole skirt up and rip off your panties."

As I said this, I started to lift her skirt.

She immediately grabbed her skirt and pulled it down.

She wasn't very strong, and just as I was about to lift it up, she leaned against me and whispered, "
It's comfortable, but it's more comfortable outside."

Here I should mention that a woman's most sensitive spot is actually the clitoris; stimulating the clitoris
is the best way to make a woman orgasm.

However, if the penis is long and hard enough, it can also make a woman orgasm inside, just for a longer time—
this is something I concluded later.

To the people around us, it looked like we were whispering, but actually,
we were doing something unspeakable.

She was already lying in my arms, fine beads of sweat on her face, her eyes glazed, her mouth
slightly open, and her breath warm.

At that moment, I really wanted to kiss her, but after thinking about it, I didn't.

(Using your hand for pleasure is fine, using a condom for sex is fine too, but direct kissing is always
better safe than sorry.

I also advise everyone not to have direct physical contact with people you don't know well, for the safety of both parties
.)

Because of her position, her hand naturally rested on my leg. Of course, I didn't want it just on
my leg, so I moved her hand to my hard penis.

She was completely focused on the pleasure below, her body and mind very concentrated. When her hand touched my penis
, she didn't react much, but when she pressed down hard, she immediately realized
something was wrong and tried to move her hand away.

I wasn't about to let her move it away; I immediately pressed it down with my hand.

She tried to break free, but couldn't. During this struggle, the constant back and forth stimulating
my penis caused it to bulge even more noticeably in my pants.

I was wearing shorts, and at that moment I really wanted to pull my penis out; holding it in was unbearable, but I was
too afraid.

Not only would the people across from me see, but if my girlfriend suddenly woke up and witnessed this, it would be incredibly
exciting.

So I first took my penis out of my underwear, then guided her hand to slip it under the hem of my shorts
and grasp it.

Of course, my movements didn't stop either. To complete this series of actions, I probably slowed down the process, hoping
that the constant physical stimulation would make her more compliant and accept my guidance.

Her vaginal fluid had already soaked the seat below, and I guessed her buttocks were probably completely wet as well.

(Although I haven't been with many women, she's
the wettest woman I've encountered so far, which is why I remember her so vividly.

Of course, the "wet" I'm referring to is the lubricating vaginal fluid, not the fluid from a squirt).

While I kept digging out her vaginal fluid with my hand, I also occasionally stimulated her clitoris. Every time I touched her clitoris,
her hand would involuntarily squeeze my penis tightly.

I had actually told her that I wanted her to masturbate, but she just kept squeezing and wouldn't move.

I had no choice but to use this method to comfort myself.

Actually, I was already incredibly excited, my penis was very hard, and with the slippery
feeling , I couldn't wait to pin her down on the table and fuck her hard.

My penis had been pent up for several hours, and it had been in a state of arousal the whole time. I had a lot of pre-ejaculate that
I couldn't release, and I was about to burst.

I was anxious, so my hands moved faster. With eagerness, I quickly flicked her
clitoris, even a little roughly.

Her body suddenly felt such strong stimulation, and she kept trembling, her breathing became rapid. Just
when I felt that she was about to climax, I suddenly stopped.

The reason was that I felt it was unfair. If I made her climax again, she would have had two, while I
hadn't had anything yet. I wasn't willing to accept that.

The sudden stop made her look up at me questioningly. I looked into her eyes and whispered, "
Let's go to the bathroom together later. Can you use your hand to help me relieve myself?

I'm really holding it in.

" She didn't expect me to say this, and hesitated, a little lost, but finally nodded
slightly .

Seeing her action excited me, so my movements became even more intense.

Because the movements were so vigorous, I could even hear the sound of water below. I didn't know if the two people opposite me
heard it, but even if they did, I wouldn't care.

After about 2-3 minutes of intense stimulation, she finally erupted, biting my arm,
her body shaking violently, her legs clamping so tightly that I couldn't move my hand, her chest heaving, and sweat dripping
from behind down her neck into her cleavage.

This lasted for at least 5 minutes. She leaned against me like she was asleep, motionless, as if all her
strength had been used up.

I gently stroked her hair, feeling the warmth emanating from her body, without disturbing her.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw me staring at her and immediately turned her head away, embarrassed.

I smiled slightly and whispered in her ear, "You've had your pleasure twice, but I'm still holding it in.
Come with me?"

She didn't answer.

So I straightened my pants, pulled down her skirt, stood up, took her
hand, and led her to the bathroom.

It was late, probably 4 or 5 a.m., and the sky was beginning to lighten, but for someone fast asleep,
this was the most comfortable time.

I pulled her into the bathroom, hugged her tightly, and kept gently kissing her neck and ears.

Then I pulled down my pants, revealing my hard penis. She seemed a little flustered, letting me hug and kiss
her.

So I said, "You have to keep your word. I've already given you two times; now it's your turn."

She lowered her head, looked at my hard, almost menacing penis, and gently grasped it.

I don't know if she had done this before, but she probably knew how, just
a little clumsy.

She slowly squatted down, took my penis in her hand, and began to slowly stroke it back and forth.

I looked down at the scene: a girl around 20 years old, in a train toilet, kneeling and giving me a handjob…

After about ten minutes, I still hadn't ejaculated, and her hand was already sore.

She looked at me, her eyes filled with helplessness.

I didn't understand why I couldn't ejaculate either. If I were to do it myself, I probably could
ejaculate , but that wasn't what I wanted.

So I said to her, "Why don't you try with your mouth?"

I was just trying to ask, but I didn't expect her to react so strongly, agreeing no matter what.

So I said, "Why don't you take off your clothes? Looking at your body, maybe it will be easier to ejaculate."

She hesitated for a moment, but still took off her clothes, including her bra.

Now I finally saw her breasts, which were quite large.

To this day, I still can't distinguish between A, B, C, and D cups, but judging from the feeling, they were not small; one hand
definitely couldn't hold them.

While she was stroking me, my hand also reached over and kneaded her firm breasts,
occasionally .

Her face was already flushed, but now it was even redder, and with no air conditioning in the bathroom, she was sweating even
more on her neck.

Looking at her trembling breasts, her blushing face, and her dazed eyes, I simply couldn't control myself.
A sudden jolt ran through my back, my body tensed, my scalp tingled, and then, with a powerful surge, thick semen
shot onto her face and around her mouth.

The ejaculation, lasting several seconds, completely relaxed me. Looking down at her again, because
there was so , besides what was on her face, most of it had run down her neck to her breasts and cleavage.

(I really regret not having my phone with me; if I had taken a picture of that scene, it would have been…)

After we finished, I helped her wipe the semen off her body, and then she carefully washed her hands again.
Finally, I held her in my arms for a while before opening the door.

By the time we got back, it was already daylight, and my girlfriend was awake. There was some
noise . Unexpectedly, we stayed inside for almost an hour.

Nothing else happened after that. She got off the train before even reaching Wuhan, and didn't
even , which made me a little annoyed. We had been intimate, after all!

Then my girlfriend and I got off the train in Wuhan on time.

[The End]

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