My Story with the Train Vendor

My Story with the Train Vendor (Original, True, Personal Experience)

On Qingming Festival, I took the train home. The train departed from Beijing Station, and my home station was the final stop.

I arrived at the train station quite late because I knew there would be no seats left. After exiting the subway, I quickly bought a platform ticket and

rushed to the waiting hall; by then, most of the ticket checks had already been completed. The ticket inspector didn't give me any trouble, but

the train conductor initially wouldn't let me board. Only after much persuasion, promising to buy a ticket on board, was I finally allowed to get on. (Luckily, they let me

on, otherwise I would have definitely regretted it.)

The train was quite crowded, comparable to the peak seasons of May Day and National Day. From Beijing Station to my home, it's about ten

stops, passing through a major station. Normally, by the time you reach that major station,

about a third of , and the train becomes relatively empty; if you're lucky, you might even find a seat. But this time, I knew it was hopeless. There were too many people. I finally managed to squeeze onto the train, but I could only move at the connecting area between the carriages; it was impossible to move

any further .

The train conductor told me the ticket counter was at the other end of the carriage, but it seemed I wouldn't be able to

get there until after we passed the major station in the middle.

Anyone who's ever ridden a train knows about the ticket sellers; I've always admired

them for their sheer agility. Sometimes we think the carriage is crowded enough, but they still manage to push their

carts and carve a path through the crowds.

The train started moving, and the carriage cooled down a bit; the air quality improved considerably.

After two small stations, the number of passengers hadn't decreased much; it was still very crowded. Then, the ticket seller

appeared in my view, pushing her cart. She was about thirty years old, around 170cm tall, with jet-black hair tied in

a thick braid. Her hair was really nice, and the braid was quite thick. She had a fuller figure and seemed like the kind of

woman with considerable strength. Her looks were average, but her skin was good, and the dark blue uniform

gave her a rather generous air. She seemed tired too; tiny beads of sweat glistened on her nose and forehead.

As she pushed her cart past me, I decided to follow behind her. Perhaps that was the only way to get to the other end of the carriage to

buy a ticket .

She moved very slowly, so I had no choice but to follow slowly behind, given the large number of people.

After moving about halfway through the carriage, I noticed even more people. Perhaps those who had bought tickets were now

stuck there, too lazy to move on. I realized she also knew that moving forward was too difficult, as she had

completely stopped. Perhaps she wanted to wait until after the next two stops, past the major station, when the crowd thinned out before

continuing . She stood behind the ticket cart, leaning slightly forward, sharing some of her weight with it.

I stood behind her, caught in a dilemma, the only thing I could do was wait.

Bored, I picked up my phone and started reading an e-book, hoping it would make time pass faster

. Suddenly, someone behind me jostled me, and I, caught off guard, lurched forward,

accidentally bumping my lower body against the ticket seller. She turned her head and glanced back. When her gaze fell on my face, I could

feel myself blushing. I'm over 1.8 meters tall, and I figured she could easily see my blush even if she looked up. She

didn't say anything, turned her head back, and maintained her original standing posture. I quickly moved

my feet back slightly, but there was hardly any space left—there were too many people. I glanced at

the spot where I had bumped into her earlier, and that's when I realized how full her buttocks were; the tight uniform even

showed off her cleft. Thinking about this, my lower body tensed up; I hadn't expected to get an erection so easily.

I quickly looked away, afraid someone would notice my blush. I opened my e-book again,

immersing myself in the fantasy story. About four or five minutes later, I suddenly felt my lower body bump into someone in front of me again, but

no one was pushing me from behind, and the bus wasn't slowing down. I immediately aroused again,

glancing . This time, she seemed completely unaffected, not turning her head to look back. I stared at

the back for about half a minute because I genuinely found it strange; maybe she had accidentally lost her balance.

Just as I was about to look away again, she slightly turned her head, and

from behind could see her gaze sweep backward. At that moment, her buttocks slowly moved back a little.

She turned her head back, but her lower body got closer and closer to me.

I used to have a girlfriend, but we broke up more than half a year ago. Recently, I've been busy looking for a job and

working on my research , so I've been single. I'm not the kind of guy who doesn't understand romance; after all, I've experienced

love and relationships. Looking at the saleswoman's buttocks, my arousal intensified. Although I could feel the heat on my face,

I secretly longed to touch her fullness. My heart was probably beating at 150 beats per minute. I pretended to be reading

an e-book, but my gaze bypassed my phone and locked onto her buttocks. When the distance between us was less than three fingers

, my brain was already buzzing. I don't know where I got the courage, but I actually moved forward.

Soon, the thing I imagined happened. My brain suddenly clicked, and my little brother stood up in my pants.

The hardness of my penis was definitely the same as when I masturbate. It touched her buttocks, and I could clearly

feel the warmth. My face must have been very red, but I couldn't bear to move away, and she didn't seem to have any

intention of moving away either. I glanced around with the corner of my eye. Maybe there were too many people, because no one seemed to be paying attention.

We remained like that. At this moment, I suddenly remembered

two posts I had seen on LQQM before, about romantic encounters on trains. Could this kind of thing actually happen to me today? And

it was even a train staff member? My heart was pounding even harder. I casually

touched her buttocks. She didn't react. Then I slowly touched it a few more times, very lightly. She twisted her waist

from side to side , and her buttocks rubbed against my little brother. That feeling was so good. I

deliberately pressed my penis harder, thinking she would definitely feel it, and she pressed herself even tighter against me.

We held on like this for about ten minutes, and I started imagining what it would be like with her, my blood boiling with desire.

This was the first time I'd ever experienced anything like this; I'd never felt this way before, not even on trains or buses. Since I'd encountered this

, I shouldn't let it slip away. Young people definitely have this need; yes, I had to get in touch with her. I quietly took out

a pen from my bag, tore off a piece of paper, wrote my phone number on it, squeezed it a few times, and secretly slipped it into...

She was holding onto the handrail of the vending cart. She sensed it, raised her hand slightly, took my crumpled paper, and held it

there I was thrilled; it seemed like I had a chance. At the time, I didn't know if she was from my hometown; she

could be from Beijing. But no matter where she was from, as long as I had her contact information, I wasn't worried about not being able to reach her,

unless she didn't contact me.

We still had almost an hour to go to the major station I mentioned earlier. Every now and then, I

would exert force, and she would rub against me a few times, occasionally glancing back at me before quickly turning away, pretending

nothing had happened. A few times, I would casually touch her genitals from behind, and she would visibly

tremble, but not pull away. I became bolder and bolder; it was almost unbelievable.

When we arrived at the major station, I realized how quickly time had passed. The train was noticeably less crowded, and she

started pushing her cart forward again. I went to the ticket counter, bought my ticket, and glanced back. She hadn't gone

far . She looked back at me again, but I didn't follow. After all, with fewer people, it wasn't as convenient.

I stood there, not wanting to disturb her work. From that moment on, I looked forward to

hearing my phone ring when I got home.

Back home, I was so excited I couldn't sleep all night. The next day, still half asleep, my phone

rang. It was a secure number, so I answered quickly. About ten seconds later,

a voice came through: "Is that you?" I immediately woke up; I knew it was the train vendor. I

composed myself: "Where are you?" She told me her location, not far from my house,

about a half-hour bus ride. "Okay, see you later." I hung up and saw it was already past 10.

I got up, tidied up, and quickly hailed a taxi to her. When I arrived, she was standing

under a tree by the roadside next to a small shop, carrying a bag. She had changed into casual clothes and looked thinner than on the train, with

a different kind of charm. I got out of the taxi, too excited to greet her. She saw me, seemingly

unsure to say either. I walked up to her and said, "Wait here for me, I'm going to find somewhere." She nodded

. I found a hotel nearby, booked a room, and then ran to her, told

her the room number, gave her the key card, and said, "You go first, I'll buy something." She took the key card and walked towards the

hotel . I found a place and bought a pack of condoms, then hurried to the hotel. I knocked on the door, she

opened it, I went in, and locked the door. The room was rather dark as the lights weren't on. I couldn't wait any longer and

grabbed her in a hug. She hugged me tightly, and I could clearly feel her fullness. The faint scent of her perfume

instantly ignited my desire. I kissed her passionately and quickly undressed her. Her breasts were very

full and... Firm, textured, and sturdy. I rubbed it vigorously, knowing her desire was equally

intense. She was breathing heavily, her eyes tightly closed. When I touched her genitals, they were already

overflowing. I put on a condom and thrust inside. Just thinking about that feeling makes my heart race. I hadn't felt

this way I released myself wildly, her hands gripping the sheets, her moans further fueling my desire.

Afterwards, we showered together. When we came back, I held her against the headboard, watching TV and chatting.

I asked her where she lived, but she didn't tell me. However, she said she had just gotten

off the bus after about half an hour and called me randomly. Maybe... She probably didn't know anyone here, and it was a relatively bustling area,

making it easy . She told me she was 31, married, and had a son whose mother-in-law helped take care of him. Her husband

worked for the railway and had to attend a meeting today due to some unforeseen circumstances, which gave us this opportunity. It just so happened that she was off work

today . Her husband's libido wasn't very strong; I figured he probably couldn't satisfy her. She said that

when she first saw me on the train, she thought I resembled her ex-boyfriend by a third. She didn't feel anything when I first met her

, but after she turned to look at me and then back, she was suddenly attracted, which is why

she tried to seduce me. So that's how it is. I thought luck was on my side.

We in the room. She gave me a blowjob, and I entered her from behind. We had six

penetrations in total, and I ejaculated into her mouth three times. Women who have given birth are definitely different; the space inside was noticeably

larger, and she was more uninhibited. I really enjoyed the feeling of entering from behind; her buttocks were so

attractive, and the fleshy sensation of the impact was ecstatic. In the end, we were both too tired to move. It was dark, and

I asked her if I would ever see her again. She said maybe if fate allowed. Then I told her to go out and

get a ride, and I checked out of the apartment and took a taxi home.

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