Meeting a beautiful woman on the train

Back then, I had just graduated from Sichuan University, full of youthful vigor. I used the money I earned on weekends during the school year from assembling and repairing computers for classmates to travel to Kunming. Why Kunming? It was to fulfill a silly promise I made to the girl I had a crush on when I graduated high school: I would definitely visit her in the city where she went to university. I just never imagined it would take four years for me to muster the courage to go. On the train back, I didn't know whether to feel down or relieved. For the first few hours after boarding, I should have been chatting away with the beautiful girl next to me and the young man my age sitting opposite me, but I remained silent. Before I could even pull out my copy of *Remembrance of Things Past* to show off, the young man opposite me took out a book and started reading. The title of that book still fills me with awe: *Phase Transformations in Materials*. This amazing book quickly bridged the gap between us and laid an important foreshadowing for our later romantic encounter. Because, I was also studying materials science! As you can imagine, two engineering students, sharing the same major, engaged in a lively and comprehensive discussion, full of youthful exuberance. No, it's beyond the scope of discussion. It can be described in four words: "wielding power and influence," or perhaps "pointing out the flaws in the landscape" would be more fitting. Whatever! I probably didn't even talk this much on my first date with my girlfriend at the panda base. But I ended up chatting happily with this junior from the same major whom I met by chance. We didn't stop until we were parched and called out to the attendant pushing her cart, buying three bottles of water. Wait, you're probably wondering why I bought three bottles of water? Because I suddenly noticed the pretty girl sitting next to me was quite charming. A sudden impulse. A sudden feeling of self-importance. She took the water, said thank you, and put it on the table, looking out the window. I also felt a little tired, so I lay down on the table and dozed off for a while. The table was a bit low, so I rested my left arm under it, my right arm on top of my left, and my head nestled in the small hollow formed by my arms. I started to sleep comfortably, feeling like I slept for a long time, but actually it was probably only a dozen minutes. The clock, resting on my left arm, needed to be straightened for comfort, so my left hand draped down from the edge of the train table, wrist resting on it. Let me illustrate this scene with a picture. She was sitting properly, her handbag on her lap, her hand naturally resting on the bag. My drooping fingers inadvertently brushed against the back of her hand. In a daze, I felt my fingertips touch a warm, soft hand, but I didn't pull my hand away, and she didn't either. I grew bolder, and mimicking the classic suggestive gestures in those bars from movies, I traced circles on the back of her hand with my finger. She grabbed my fingers with her other hand, holding half of my palm tightly. I felt no disgust or repulsion, only a surge of impulse. I tightened my grip, taking half of her hand in mine as well. This continued for a while. Suddenly, the train stopped, seemingly waiting for a freight train to pass. I took the opportunity to wake up, stood up, and pulled the window shut to let in some fresh air. We both craned our necks to look outside, though we couldn't tell how long the train would be stopped. When I sat back down, my right hand naturally rested on her thigh. She didn't push my hand away, nor did she seem uncomfortable. She simply held my hand gently, without moving. I turned to look at her, and she lowered her head, avoiding my gaze, but her palm felt hot. I shamelessly continued the conversation, after all, I was touching her thigh. I couldn't remain silent, so I asked if she was also going to Chengdu. She said she was visiting a friend and might stay for a few days, asking me what was fun in Chengdu. I gave her a guide to eating, staying, and playing in Chengdu, taking the opportunity to get a good look at the beautiful woman next to me. Forgive me for forgetting her exact appearance as I write this, after all, ten years have passed. I only remember that her bangs were very pretty, she looked energetic, and her eyes were big, dark, and bright. Later, when we went to the bathroom for sex, I estimated her height to be around 160cm, and compared to my college girlfriend, her weight was probably around 100 pounds. In short, she was more than a match for me in terms of looks and figure. We talked more and more, and eventually I rested my left arm on the table, with her resting her head on mine, and mine on mine, just sitting face to face. I'd occasionally kiss her cheek while we chatted, and my right arm was around her waist. We looked like a couple. I asked her why she didn't pull away from my hand, why she accepted me. She said that I was silent as soon as I got on the bus, which suggested I'd just gone through a farewell, and that I hadn't rushed to chat with the woman next to me to build rapport, but instead chatted enthusiastically with a guy first. That meant I wasn't the type to chase women. Then, because I was so passionately discussing current affairs with my junior brother, she thought I was very talented. She even said I looked particularly handsome from the side when I smiled. It was all sorts of coincidences that led to this encounter. It slowly got dark, and although I occasionally chatted with my junior brother across from me, my mind was elsewhere. I needed to find a way to avoid regrets. Because during our conversation, I learned that she was going to Chengdu to visit her husband, whom she met in a game. It was one of those online romances where couples fall in love and get married. I think it was some kind of game called "Hot-Blooded Jianghu"? After dinner, I could freely touch any part of her body, as long as the environment allowed. She was wearing tights under her short skirt, the kind that went all the way up her waist; perhaps because she felt she had some extra weight around her waist, she wore them particularly high. My hand could only press and massage her genitals through the tights. Even so, I could feel the intense heat and moisture through my hands. I was tormented by desire until the early hours of the morning, when the lights dimmed. I began to whisper in her ear, "You don't want to have any regrets, do you?" "She said 'No.' I said, 'I don't want to have any regrets either. Let's go to the toilet.' At first, she said she was afraid, that it wouldn't be good, and she was worried about being seen. I tried to persuade her, saying that everyone on the train was exhausted, and who had time to care who went into the toilet or whether anyone was in it? At the same time, I increased the pressure and technique on her hands. She was panting and clearly couldn't take it anymore. Then she agreed. We agreed that I would go to the toilet with her first, then she would go in, and I would wait outside. When the people in the nearby seats weren't paying attention, I would go in. Then I asked the person opposite me to watch my bag, and I pulled her to the toilet at the junction of the carriages. She went in first, and I could see that her face was red to the roots of her neck when she went in; she was really cute. I waited outside for a while, heard her finish urinating, and then checked inchina.Everyone around was drowsy, so I opened the door and went in. I locked the bathroom door behind me, and as soon as I turned around, she pounced on me and kissed me passionately. While kissing her, my hands roamed up and down, one arm around her and the other reaching down. This time there was little resistance; my hand easily reached the wet, dark forest. I gently flicked it a few times with my fingers, and they sank into her thick, moist labia… Then, my incredibly hard penis pressed against her lower abdomen. She felt it, reached down into her pants, grabbed my penis, and eagerly knelt down to take it in her mouth. I haven't been circumcised, so I wash my penis every day to avoid smegma buildup. I didn't want to taste myself later when we kissed, so I gently pulled her back, saying, "Wait a minute, let's wash up. I've been on the train all day and I'm sweating a lot." I turned on the small sink next to the toilet, and she carefully caught a little water with her hand before washing my glans. Her ministrations made me even harder… After washing it briefly, she finally took my penis into her mouth like a parched land receiving rain, making gurgling noises as she sucked. It was obvious she was far superior to my girlfriend in oral sex; they were on completely different levels. I didn't want to ejaculate before we even got to the point. I quickly pulled her up, had her turn around and hold onto the edge of the sink, and then I lifted her skirt from behind, pulling her pantyhose down to her thighs. She cooperated by arching her buttocks, making sure her vaginal opening aligned with the angle of my penis. It went in easily, although it was tight, but there was so much lubrication. It slid in all the way in effortlessly. I held her waist, or rather, pulled her waist, and thrust into her with a loud thud, like popping a champagne bottle. You can imagine how tight she was. She turned and squatted down, letting the semen flow out, then wiped the fluid from her thighs and buttocks with tissues; I saw the stains run down to her knees. I also wiped my penis, then turned on the tap and washed it. While she squatted and waited for the semen to flow out, she pulled me back, opened her mouth and took my glans in, beginning her textbook-perfect oral sex. At 24, I could ejaculate and still have sex three times in a row. Especially in such a stimulating environment, unsurprisingly, I got hard again. And with even greater stamina than last time. This time it was still rear entry. I wasn't going to be gentle at all. From the very first thrust, it was like a jackhammer's force combined with a sewing machine's frequency—a high-speed sprint. I knew I'd been in the bathroom long enough. I didn't want a bunch of people waiting to use the restroom to watch us leave together. To ejaculate quickly, I had to fuck hard and fast. Fluid flowed from our point of contact, running down her thighs and splashing onto my pants and thighs from the violent impact. I didn't care about anything else; like an enraged bull, she went from holding onto the sink to lying face down... On the table, my face was almost touching the windowpane. You can imagine how much she couldn't resist the frequency and force of my thrusts. If someone was waiting outside to use the restroom, they would have heard her almost frantic moans. They wouldn't even need to be at the door; they could hear it from their seat. But I didn't care about that. I had only one thought: close my eyes, chase the ever-increasing pleasure in my mind, and let it erupt as quickly as possible! Finally, I ejaculated. In that moment, I wanted to love, to shout, and to become a half-bright, half-dark cloud in the sky. I felt like I would always be vigorous, and nothing could break me. I pulled out my penis and quickly covered her vagina with a tissue. She reached out and pressed it against hers, turning around. Her long hair, damp with sweat, was plastered to her neck. She said, "If this were in bed, I think you might fuck me to death." I chuckled and took out some tissue to wipe the fluid from her thighs and buttocks. She changed position and squatted down, letting the semen slowly flow out, surprised that I had ejaculated so much again. Then she took my penis in her mouth and licked it bit by bit with her tongue. She then licked my testicles and the wet areas on my inner thighs. After wiping away the saliva with tissue, she said, "There's no way to shower on the train. I'll just wash it for you with my tongue." I only said eight words: "What merit do I have? What more could I ask for?" We were lucky; when we came out of the restroom, there were only two people waiting to use it. Amid their surprised and envious gazes, I pulled her back to her seat. She was too shy to look directly at the young man opposite her and lay on the table, whether pretending or truly asleep, I couldn't tell. I think she must have really fallen asleep, because amidst the rhythmic noise of the train, I could vaguely hear her snoring. The guy across from me gave me a thumbs up and whispered, "Awesome, buddy." I chuckled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, it was just good luck." Nothing more was said that night. Around 5 a.m., the train approached Chengdu, and we were supposed to arrive at the station at 6 a.m. We were both awake. She was still talking to me, her head on my arm, asking if I would be her boyfriend. She said she broke up with her in-game husband after meeting him and then got together with me. She even had her phone number saved on my phone. I advised her, "I'll always be in Chengdu. You should spend some quality time with your boyfriend this time. Even if you have to break up, you need a proper ending." He happily came to pick you up at the train station, and the moment you met him, you wanted to break up with him. What's going on? She looked at me with resentful eyes and didn't say anything. Just before we got off the train, she asked if I could go with her to meet her "game husband." She said she could pretend not to know her and follow her from a distance of about ten meters, as she was worried something might happen if she saw him. I couldn't resist her pleading, so I agreed. After getting off the train, we held hands... I walked towards the exit, slowing down as I reached the plaza outside, following behind her. She took out her phone and sent a few text messages, then headed towards the flagpole in the middle of the station plaza. A man, ten centimeters shorter and much thinner than her, greeted her, exchanged a few words, and then tried to pull her away. Her eyes clearly told me to go and take her; after all, my physique—12 seconds for the 100-meter dash, 2.8 meters for the standing long jump, and a member of the school soccer team—was far superior to her virtual husband's. I finally made a completely wrong decision. I waved, indicating she should go with him. Then I made a goodbye gesture. Her eyes finally became even more resentful, then she turned and took the man's arm, walking away. Watching their retreating figures, I couldn't help but smugly remark: "That guy looks like a dog!" [The End]I licked the wet area around her thighs, then wiped the saliva away with a tissue, saying, "There's no way to shower on the train. I'll just wash you with my tongue." I only said eight words: "What merit do I have? What more could I ask for?" We were lucky; when we came out of the toilet, there were only two people waiting to use it. Amid their surprised and envious gazes, I pulled her back to her seat. She was too shy to look directly at the young man opposite her, and lay on the table, whether pretending or really asleep, I couldn't tell. I thought she was probably really asleep, because I could vaguely hear her snoring amidst the rhythmic noise of the train. The guy opposite me gave me a thumbs up and whispered, "Awesome, buddy." I chuckled and said, "You flatter me, you flatter me, it was just good luck." Nothing was said that night. Around 5 a.m., the train approached Chengdu, and we were due to arrive at the station at 6 a.m. We were both awake. She was still talking to me, her head on my arm, asking if I would be her boyfriend. She said she broke up with her in-game husband after meeting him and then got together with me. She even had her phone number on my phone. I advised her, "I've been in Chengdu the whole time. You should spend some time with your boyfriend this time. Even if you have to break up, you need a proper ending. He happily came to pick you up at the train station, and you want to break up with him as soon as you meet him? What kind of logic is that?" She looked at me with resentful eyes and didn't say anything. When we were about to get off the train, she asked if I could go with her to meet her in-game husband. I said I could pretend I didn't know her and follow her from a distance of about ten meters. She was worried that something might happen if she met him. I couldn't resist her pleading, so I agreed. After getting off the train, we walked hand in hand towards the exit. When we reached the plaza outside, I slowed down and followed behind her. She took out her phone and sent a few text messages, then walked towards the flagpole in the middle of the station plaza. A man, ten centimeters shorter and much thinner than her, greeted her, exchanged a few words, and then tried to pull her away. Her eyes clearly told me to go and take her; after all, my physique—12 seconds for the 100-meter dash, 2.8 meters for the standing long jump, and a member of the school soccer team—was far superior to her virtual husband's. I finally made a completely wrong decision. I waved, indicating she should go with him. Then I made a goodbye gesture. Her eyes finally became even more resentful, then she turned and took the man's arm, walking away. Watching their retreating figures, I couldn't help but smugly remark: "That guy looks like a dog!" [The End]I licked the wet area around her thighs, then wiped the saliva away with a tissue, saying, "There's no way to shower on the train. I'll just wash you with my tongue." I only said eight words: "What merit do I have? What more could I ask for?" We were lucky; when we came out of the toilet, there were only two people waiting to use it. Amid their surprised and envious gazes, I pulled her back to her seat. She was too shy to look directly at the young man opposite her, and lay on the table, whether pretending or really asleep, I couldn't tell. I thought she was probably really asleep, because I could vaguely hear her snoring amidst the rhythmic noise of the train. The guy opposite me gave me a thumbs up and whispered, "Awesome, buddy." I chuckled and said, "You flatter me, you flatter me, it was just good luck." Nothing was said that night. Around 5 a.m., the train approached Chengdu, and we were due to arrive at the station at 6 a.m. We were both awake. She was still talking to me, her head on my arm, asking if I would be her boyfriend. She said she broke up with her in-game husband after meeting him and then got together with me. She even had her phone number on my phone. I advised her, "I've been in Chengdu the whole time. You should spend some time with your boyfriend this time. Even if you have to break up, you need a proper ending. He happily came to pick you up at the train station, and you want to break up with him as soon as you meet him? What kind of logic is that?" She looked at me with resentful eyes and didn't say anything. When we were about to get off the train, she asked if I could go with her to meet her in-game husband. I said I could pretend I didn't know her and follow her from a distance of about ten meters. She was worried that something might happen if she met him. I couldn't resist her pleading, so I agreed. After getting off the train, we walked hand in hand towards the exit. When we reached the plaza outside, I slowed down and followed behind her. She took out her phone and sent a few text messages, then walked towards the flagpole in the middle of the station plaza. A man, ten centimeters shorter and much thinner than her, greeted her, exchanged a few words, and then tried to pull her away. Her eyes clearly told me to go and take her; after all, my physique—12 seconds for the 100-meter dash, 2.8 meters for the standing long jump, and a member of the school soccer team—was far superior to her virtual husband's. I finally made a completely wrong decision. I waved, indicating she should go with him. Then I made a goodbye gesture. Her eyes finally became even more resentful, then she turned and took the man's arm, walking away. Watching their retreating figures, I couldn't help but smugly remark: "That guy looks like a dog!" [The End]

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