Past Clouds and Smoke: A Busty Young Woman in a Sleeper Car

I had just graduated and started working at that time. My sexual experience was very limited, and I was quite reserved around women. My male hormones were surging abnormally, and I loved watching porn, but I didn't know how to release my pent-up desires.
Actually, I'm quite handsome, but after breaking up with my first girlfriend, I didn't have a girlfriend.
My first girlfriend and I only slept together three times, but she lost her virginity to me.
I was desperately craving women, desperately wanting to find one to release my pent-up desires, but I didn't dare go to a prostitute.
Then, an opportunity arose.
On a train, I was sleeping in the middle bunk, and she was sleeping in the lower bunk opposite me.
When I boarded, she was already sitting there, talking to an old man opposite her. I assumed he was her family member or something.
Later, from their conversation, I realized he wasn't. I breathed a sigh of relief, but I still didn't dare talk to her.
It was a very hot day, and the woman was wearing very little clothing. She was alluring, with curly hair and very full, prominent breasts. Wearing a crop top, her white, tender belly was exposed, making me drool incessantly.
Later, as it got late, I moved to the middle bunk. Her head was facing the window, and mine was facing the aisle, exactly opposite to hers. Sometimes I would steal glances at her; she was lying there, looking at a magazine.
The magazine seemed to have cost ten yuan from the flight attendant, and the cover had pictures of erotic women. Judging from that, this woman probably didn't have much class.
The magazine conveniently blocked her face, allowing me to stare at her full breasts. With each breath, they rose and fell, making my eyes burn with desire.
Her breasts were so full that a patch of skin was exposed between the two buttons of her top, revealing her cleavage. It was deep, and my eyes were dazzled.
Her exposed belly was so smooth and tender, and her navel was incredibly sexy, beautiful, and clean; I really wanted to kiss it passionately.
Her legs were together. I stared intently at her genitals, trying to imagine what her plump vulva looked like, and my penis kept swelling.
Later, she probably got tired of reading, put the book aside, and closed her eyes. I was still turning to look at her body, my mind racing with fantasies. I imagined pouncing on her, thrusting into her hard, imagining her moaning...
But for me at that time, it was just fantasy. In other words, I had the desire but not the courage.
I was staring at her with burning desire when suddenly she opened her eyes and looked at me. Startled, I quickly closed my eyes and turned my head away, pretending to be asleep.
But then, I couldn't resist anymore. I heard her turn over, and I quietly turned back to look at her. At this moment, her buttocks were facing me. To be honest, her buttocks were quite large. Round and plump, she was wearing pants that exposed her calves, made of a rather soft material. I stared at her deep buttock cleft, imagining the scene of thrusting into her ass.
At that moment, I touched my penis; it was burning hot and incredibly arousing. I hadn't been with a woman for six months, and all that pent-up desire was driving me wild . Not releasing it was unbearable.
To be honest, from five or six o'clock when I boarded the train until now, around ten o'clock, I hadn't slept a wink, just staring at her.
The lights on the train were off, but I could still see her clearly in the moonlight and the dim light from the carriage walls.
Later, I saw her get up. I quickly closed my eyes, wondering if she saw me watching her.
She went to the toilet and waited quite a while before returning to lie on the bed. I thought she was asleep, so I opened my eyes to look at her, but she wasn't asleep; she was staring at me with her eyes open.
I was startled and quickly closed my eyes again. Later, I couldn't resist and opened my eyes again. This time, she had slightly closed her eyes and was covering her stomach with a corner of the blanket. But her breasts were still exposed, bobbing with each breath. I really wanted to tear her clothes off to see what her large breasts looked like.
Afraid she'd open her eyes again, I kept them half-closed, secretly watching her. But later, it became too tiring, and coupled with my burning desire, I couldn't bear it any longer. I don't know where I got the courage, but I thought, "I'm not afraid anymore, let's just keep watching," and continued to stare at her with my eyes wide open. She wasn't asleep either. After a while, she opened her eyes and looked at me. This time,
I didn't look away and continued to look at her. This time, she closed her eyes because I was staring at her. But after a moment, she opened her eyes again and looked at me. We just stared at each other like that. Since I'd gone all out, I wasn't afraid anymore and simply stared to my heart's content.
Ignoring
her gaze, I stared intently at her chest. She wasn't covering her chest, and her eyes kept opening and closing. I couldn't sleep a wink; my penis was throbbing painfully. ********** ...
Later, I couldn't hold it in any longer, and because I needed to urinate, I got off my bunk and went to the bathroom. After urinating, I stood there in the cold air for a while, wondering what to do, but my desire just wouldn't subside.
Back in my berth, this time I didn't go up; I sat directly on the lower bunk, opposite her, staring at her. When she saw me like this, she closed her eyes, not daring to look at me anymore. Looking at her slightly heaving, full breasts and sexy lips, I trembled with excitement, really wanting to pounce on her and have sex with her. But at that moment, I only had the courage to look at her, because she didn't resist when I looked at her, but if I took action against her, I didn't know what the consequences would be.
Later, she opened her eyes and continued to stare at me, her eyes expressionless, just staring...
Unexpectedly, she spoke first, asking me, "What time is it now?"
I looked at my watch and said, "About two o'clock."
She hummed in agreement, then closed her eyes, didn't say anything more, and put her arms across her chest. I glanced at her and thought, "Damn, isn't she wearing a watch? And she's asking me
what time it is?" I pondered her meaning, but after thinking for a long time, I still couldn't figure it out. Was she deliberately trying to provoke me? Was she trying to encourage me to be bolder? Was that it?
My mind was a mess, but looking at her firm breasts, I was so thirsty and couldn't stand it anymore. I decided to take the plunge.
I stood up and sat on her bunk. She opened her eyes and looked at me without saying a word. We stared at each other for a while, and finally, I hardened my heart and took her hand, which was resting on her chest, with trembling hands.
She opened her eyes and looked at me, but didn't pull away.
I gently massaged her small hand, warm and delicate, and she didn't move.
At this moment, I became bolder and lowered my head to kiss her sexy lips. She actually stuck out her tongue in response. I lay on her firm breasts, stuck out my tongue, and kissed her passionately. This woman's French kissing skills were superb; her tongue kept swirling in my mouth, bringing my lust to its peak.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I kicked off my shoes, rolled over, and pinned her down, my penis pressed against her vulva. She writhed, her breathing rapid, rubbing against my genitals. I clumsily pulled off her shirt and ripped off her bra, her large breasts bouncing and leaping before my eyes. I quickly grabbed one in each arm, kissing one, then switched to the other, holding the other in my other hand. Those
big breasts felt so full in my hands. I buried my face deep in her chest, inhaling her milky scent. Then, her hand began to undo my belt, slipping inside my pants and grasping my penis. She gently pinched the head of my penis with her fingers, and I almost ejaculated from the excitement.
I quickly pulled down her pants. They were easy to take off; there was no belt, just unbuttoned. She kissed me in response.
The carriage was quiet; everyone was asleep. To avoid being seen, I covered us with the blanket. I pressed myself against her, my right hand reaching under her buttocks, kneading them vigorously. To be honest, her buttocks felt incredibly fleshy; I couldn't bear to let go. Then, I lifted her buttocks, and she arched them in response. I thrust my penis in; her vagina was very wet, and I easily slid in. She responded by wriggling her hips rapidly.
To be honest, my penis was incredibly weak; it was already throbbing with desire. Now, inside her, after a few thrusts, I couldn't hold back any longer and let out a muffled roar, ejaculating inside her. I lay on top of her, breathing heavily.
She felt me ejaculate, hugged me, and kissed me. I could clearly sense she wanted more.
I was so young then, and it had been so long since I'd last ejaculated. Holding this beautiful woman in my arms, her gentle caress of my penis rekindled my energy within ten minutes, and I thrust in again. Having just ejaculated, the urge to ejaculate was significantly less intense this time. I held her buttocks and thrust hard, her teeth clenched, emitting soft, muffled growls.
Back then, I lacked sexual experience. I only knew how to brute force, thrusting hard without any technique or understanding of the "nine shallow, one deep" method. Each thrust was a deep, forceful shove, hitting her cervix. My body was strong then, and I didn't feel tired even after hundreds of thrusts. I could only feel her vagina gripping my penis, spasming incessantly, her face contorted. I didn't realize she had reached orgasm. Thinking back, she probably had three or four orgasms, and once she even lost control of her bladder, leaving a large wet patch below her buttocks.
I continued thrusting wildly until finally, I couldn't hold back any longer, and a torrent of fluids gushed forth. I collapsed limply onto her, panting.
Later, I hugged and kissed her large breasts again and again before reluctantly getting dressed and returning to my bunk to sleep. It was around three or four in the morning, and I had spent an hour or two with her. She watched me silently, without saying a word.
Later, because I was tired, or perhaps because I had released my pent-up desires, I fell asleep. When dawn broke, I found she had already gotten off the train.
We had spent a passionate night together, yet I only said one sentence to her, simply telling her the time. Life is truly strange.
I was young and timid then. Driven by impulse, I acted recklessly, but I still didn't ask for her contact number. Looking back, it was probably because of my cowardice. I
truly regret it; I've never encountered such beautiful breasts again.
I didn't react at the time. The next day, my buttocks ached from exhaustion, making walking difficult, and my penis was red and sore. This told me I wasn't dreaming; it had all really happened.
I know nothing about this woman—her name, age, address, or occupation. They only exchanged one sentence, but ended up having a passionate night in the car.

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