[Real Person Original] I was half-heartedly sexually assaulted by a stranger on a train.

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a full member of xp1024 quickly! I can't say whether I'm proper or improper (I feel uncomfortable using the word "lewd" to describe myself, so I won't use it). I strongly dislike being taken advantage of by acquaintances, but sometimes being groped by strangers in unfamiliar places feels exciting. Although I always feel remorseful afterwards, I don't think I've ever been able to control myself. I returned from a business trip the day before yesterday, and after a long train journey, I felt quite tired, so I'm only writing about this train trip today. I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky. I originally wanted to save money and buy a hard seat, but then I thought about how long the journey would be, so I decided to buy a sleeper berth. When I boarded the train, I found that my sleeper berth had a strange, foul smell, so I gritted my teeth and changed to a soft sleeper, feeling the pinch of my money as I followed the train conductor. Well, what I was wearing that day was a tank top under a loose, cropped t-shirt, and a chiffon skirt that reached my knees. The tank top was too low-cut, which is why I wore the cropped t-shirt underneath, but the neckline was off-the-shoulder, so if I bent over, you could see underneath. The train attendant looked to be in his thirties. He kept smiling at me and even helped me with my luggage. At first, I thought it was nice to have such a good attendant, but then I noticed he was walking very slowly. He would bump into me intentionally or unintentionally when the train swayed, and since he was much taller than me, he would turn around and say sorry, but then he would glance at my clothes. I knew I was wearing a push-up bra that day, and I would see a deep cleavage. Suddenly, I felt my face getting hot and aroused. I deliberately bent over slightly, thinking, "Want to see? Here you go, but you can't have it!" When I got to my carriage and opened the door, there was someone inside, also probably in his thirties. He was very polite and well-mannered. He stood up to greet me when I came in and even took my luggage from the attendant to put it away. The train conductor stood at the door and chatted with me for a long time before leaving. After closing the door, the middle-aged man opposite me started talking to me. "Little girl, why are you traveling alone?" I hesitated for a moment, then laughed, "I've been working for two years, I'm not young anymore." He seemed a little skeptical (okay, I admit I'm a bit chubby, chubby people all have baby faces, plus I like to dress like a student). "I can't believe it, you didn't go to school so early?" "No, I graduated from junior college..." For some reason, he suddenly smiled brightly and said, "I can't believe it, you look like you're only in your final year of high school." "No way, that's good!" We chatted like that and gradually became familiar. When it was time for dinner, he enthusiastically invited me to eat in the dining car. I initially said I didn't need it, but he insisted I go. I said it wasn't good to leave my luggage there. He said okay, he'd go buy some food. When he came back, he brought several dishes and six bottles of beer. I said I didn't drink much, but he insisted I drink with him. Since they invited me to dinner, I felt bad refusing, so I drank about two bottles. But I hadn't drunk alcohol in a long time, and my face was flushed and I still felt a little dizzy. After dinner, he suggested we play cards. I was so dizzy, I kept losing, and I got a little upset, so I said I wanted to rest. He politely turned off the light and told me to sleep. I felt a bit hot from the alcohol, and even after sleeping for a while, I couldn't sleep soundly. I vaguely felt someone shake me. I thought I was just dizzy from the train swaying and didn't react. Then suddenly it felt cold—who pulled my blanket off?! I was startled and opened my eyes. The light was still off, but I could still feel someone very close to me. A hand reached inside my clothes and rubbed my breasts. I knew who it was, but I didn't move. My mind was hot, and my body was hot too. It was so stimulating; I didn't know whether I wanted it or not, but I didn't resist. The person rubbed my breasts with one hand and carefully tried to turn me over and unhook my bra with the other. I used the momentum to roll over so he could untie me. He easily untied my clothes and pulled them up until my upper body was exposed. As he rubbed my clothes, I felt him kissing me. I was incredibly conflicted, unsure whether to give in or not. A stranger, and on a train no less—it was too much! But it was also so exciting. He didn't know me, and I didn't know him. After one night, no one would know! Thinking this, I didn't resist, pretending to be drunk and asleep, letting him climb onto my bed. He kissed and rubbed my breasts for a long time, and I couldn't help but rub my legs together before he started to touch my skirt. He didn't pull it down, but instead yanked it up, pushing it up to my waist. He pulled down my underwear and eagerly reached in. I was genuinely startled. After all, I hadn't showered... A strange man licking my genitals—wasn't he afraid of getting dirty? I felt disgusted myself. But despite my thoughts, the electric-like pleasure made it impossible to pretend to be asleep, and I couldn't stop him. I immediately grabbed his head, letting out a soft moan as I said, "What are you doing? Don't do this..." He suddenly pressed down on me, pinning my hand down with one hand while continuing to touch my genitals with the other, saying, "You're so cute, I couldn't help myself, I'm sorry, forgive me." (Ugh, if I said no, would you even get off me?) Before I could answer, he inserted two fingers, and I reflexively screamed. Luckily, the train was noisy enough... otherwise, if someone had rushed in, I would have died of embarrassment. I kept muttering "No, don't do this," weakly pushing him away with my hands (my mind was definitely hot and my body was weak, plus the pleasure...). He arched his back, one hand on my breast and the other unzipping his pants. Although I couldn't see clearly, I could tell he was struggling and had been doing it for a long time. After all, the space was small. As soon as he finished, he impatiently pulled up my legs and thrust inside me. I was so stimulated that I couldn't speak. All I could think was, "This is a one-night stand, right?" He was working really hard, and I heard him hit his head many times. I was also pushing him away, but he seemed to enjoy it. Later, he even got off the sleeper berth, pulled me out, and continued to penetrate me while standing. I was really struggling; the bed was so small that I couldn't sleep flat, and my head was bent so much that I was tired. I couldn't help but say, "Don't do this, it's so tiring and painful." He actually turned me over so I was lying face down and penetrated me from behind. Although the train was still rumbling at night, there was no other sound except for that sound, except for the slapping sound of him penetrating me from behind. I felt incredibly ashamed but also incredibly excited. He was also breathing heavily as he penetrated me. I was afraid that others would hear, so I didn't dare to scream and buried my head in the pillow. After a long time, the speed suddenly increased. I knew he was about to climax. Actually, I had already climaxed earlier because I found this behavior too exciting and scary. My whole body was limp, and he helped me penetrate until he was satisfied. He carefully helped me back to the bed, wiped me clean with a tissue, and kept saying sorry. I didn't cry; crying would be too dramatic. But I remained silent. He helped me get dressed, then put on his own clothes and went out (probably to tidy himself up). Then I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, he had already gotten off the train. After tidying myself up, I sat on the train, feeling a bit dazed and confused. Was I dreaming? How could I have just let someone do what they wanted so easily? I felt a little scared, wondering if the man had filmed me while I was asleep (a lingering effect of being shocked by the Edison Chen incident), and whether he was sick or not. Luckily, it was daytime when I got off the train. I put my luggage away, took a shower, and went to the hospital. Thankfully, the report showed I was healthy. Otherwise, the price of this one-night stand would have been too high. Anyway, I shouldn't do such thrilling things again. I'm really afraid of being seen or found out. I need to live my own life. [This post was edited by Ron on 2017-05-16 21:30]

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