I finally encountered my own train romance.

I just got off the train today, and it all feels like it just happened. Let me tell you the story from the beginning... Yesterday around 11:30 a.m., my girlfriend and I boarded the train at the train station near my home. While waiting for the train, we saw a family of three. The couple looked to be around 38 or 39 years old, and their daughter was about 10 years old. The man was very fair-skinned, so he left a deep impression on me. My girlfriend even whispered, "That man's a pretty boy." I glanced at the wife then; she was wearing sunglasses and had short, student-style haircuts, but I didn't remember her much. As soon as we boarded the train, the family of three was sitting in the compartment next to our sleeper berths (not a soft sleeper, but the train had compartments, like soft sleeper berths). I immediately saw the pretty boy, and then I saw his wife standing behind him. This time, she had taken off her sunglasses. Thinking it was such a coincidence, I stared at her for a few moments. But her eyes were also on me, and we stared at each other for a few seconds until my girlfriend behind me urged me to put my luggage away. Only then did I look away. I wonder if any of you guys have ever had this feeling: sometimes, when you make eye contact with a woman for a while, you just feel a spark. To be honest, this woman wasn't particularly beautiful, and because she was a bit older, I probably wouldn't even give her a second glance on the street. But in those few seconds of our gaze meeting, I suddenly found myself deeply attracted to her. And from her eyes, I clearly sensed something different—it wasn't the kind of look one would give a stranger. After we got in the car, my girlfriend climbed up to her upper bunk to sleep, while I leaned against my lower bunk. The woman was standing right in front of her bunk's window, looking out, and I could observe her perfectly. She was wearing a black t-shirt. She wore a t-shirt, cropped jeans, and white high-heeled sneakers. A section of her calves was exposed, revealing long, slender, fair legs. I then noticed her breasts weren't very large, almost flat from the outside, but her buttocks were large and perky. To me, a buttocks are more attractive than breasts. So I stared greedily at her body, and before I knew it, I was hard. I don't know how long I stared at her, but she suddenly turned to look at me, as if she sensed my gaze. When our eyes met, she didn't look away naturally like most people would; instead, she looked back at me. Finally, I was forced to turn my head away. And so, the afternoon passed, during which we exchanged glances several more times. But her husband, my girlfriend, remained completely oblivious. At this point, I wasn't really hoping for any romantic encounters. After all, neither of us were adults, and she was clearly much older than me, not the kind of girl who would be easily fooled. That evening, the train stopped at Zhengzhou Station, and my girlfriend and I got off to see what good food we could get. We ended up only buying a bottle of beer. I ate the chicken feet I'd brought and drank the beer. We drank and chatted for a while, until it was ten o'clock, and the lights in the carriage were about to be turned off. To avoid disturbing the other passengers in the sleeper car, I sat on the small, flip-up stool by the window and drank my beer alone. Just then, my girlfriend went to wash up, and that woman suddenly sat down on my stool—meaning we were sitting back-to-back. Here's an explanation: that small stool was wider than the usual stool in a sleeper berth, generally enough for two people. But it's unlikely that most people would sit with a complete stranger of the opposite sex, right? Thinking about this, my heart started pounding. I instinctively felt like I'd hit the jackpot today. I could even feel her back against mine. Just then, my girlfriend came back, and I quickly and casually said, "Go upstairs and sleep. I'll finish this bottle." She didn't suspect anything and climbed up to the upper bunk to sleep. At this point, I didn't know what to do, because she had a husband and children who weren't asleep and were still chatting. I thought I'd take it slow and see how things went. Listening to her ear behind me, I heard her urging her husband and child to wash up. I knew the opportunity had truly arrived; victory or defeat hinged on this moment. Perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, I slowly leaned back. I felt her back; she showed no intention of flinching or getting up to leave. Sweat poured down my forehead, my heart pounding in my chest. I reached my hand back, inching forward, until I finally touched her back, my hand brushing against her bra strap. If she stood up and slapped me now, I knew I'd be utterly defenseless. But even with my entire palm on her, she didn't flinch. A wave of dizziness washed over me. I knew I wasn't dreaming; she couldn't have been unaware I was touching her, yet she didn't flinch. What did that mean? Just then, her idiot husband and child suddenly returned. She seemed startled, abruptly standing up and saying, "Go to sleep, go to sleep, I'm sleepy." After saying that, the three of them went to bed. Those few minutes felt like time had stopped; I sat there like a statue. My whole body was frozen, and I kept asking myself, "What's going on?" Pulling my hand back, I could almost still feel her warm back. I gulped down a beer, completely bewildered. It took me about ten minutes to finish the bottle of wine. I grabbed a towel to wash my face, trying to clear my head and convince myself it was all a dream. But as I splashed water on my face, I suddenly saw her in the mirror. She was standing behind me, looking at me with a half-smile. Damn, so she tricked her husband into going to bed first, then sneaked off... Thank goodness I didn't go straight back to sleep! At that moment, I couldn't be grateful for this opportunity. I quickly wiped my face clean and turned to look at her. She spoke first: "You... you're still awake?" Is this how you should talk to a stranger? I didn't care anymore. If I didn't act now, would she think I was a eunuch? I grabbed her and tried to kiss her. But she pulled away forcefully, whispering, "Are you crazy?" Then, she opened the bathroom door behind her and pulled me inside. Like an idiot, I followed her inside. She locked the door, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. Damn, this is classic case of: "Why not take advantage of a freebie?" We frantically swirled our tongues in each other's mouths, and gradually her breathing became heavy. I had already unhooked her bra, and sure enough, her breasts were small, probably only an A+.But her nipples were quite large, probably from breastfeeding. I rubbed them for a while, then my hand moved downwards. Her hands weren't idle either, rubbing my penis outside her pants. I unbuttoned her jeans and glanced down to see she was wearing low-rise gray underwear. I yanked her pants down to her ankles. Then I turned her around and made her bend over the sink in the bathroom, her buttocks sticking out. The big buttocks I'd seen during the day were now finally laid bare before me. I frantically kissed and licked her snow-white buttocks, then spread her buttocks apart with both hands and licked down towards her anus. She had been moaning softly, but now she almost lost control, turning around and whispering, "Are you a pervert? What are you doing... Hey, stop licking..." I didn't care what she was saying. After I'd licked enough, I helped her sit down on the sink, putting her legs on my shoulders. She didn't have much pubic hair, and her front was sticky with her vaginal fluid. I leaned in, intending to give it a good lick, but honestly, the taste was nothing like a young girl's; it was a bit pungent, but mostly foul. It was probably from sitting on a train all day with poor ventilation; it wasn't as clean as her anus. But since things had come to this, I had no choice but to give it a few token licks. She almost convulsed, grabbing my head and desperately pressing it between her legs. She kept saying, "Pervert, you pervert..." I was almost suffocating from her. I licked haphazardly, feeling her buttocks thrust forward forcefully. After a few thrusts, she seemed to let out a low, heavy sigh, and stopped. I touched the sticky fluid on my mouth, along with a few of her pubic hairs, thinking, "Damn, this woman raped my mouth." I pulled down my pants; my penis was already swollen and hard. I saw her half-closing her eyes against the mirror behind the sink, and without hesitation, I thrust it in. She seemed to be jolted awake by my touch, looking at me with a seductive smile, and whispered, "You little rascal, you're such a pervert...you're going to kill your sister." Looking at her lewd expression, I thought, "Damn, I've never experienced anything so erotic before." I just kept thrusting, saying, "Am I a pervert? Am I a pervert...really a pervert?" She was getting excited by my penetration, her mouth slightly open, a little drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, her eyes half-closed, her head tilted back, and she said, "Yes, you are a pervert...but I just like that you're a pervert..." Faced with this situation, I was speechless. All the blood in my brain rushed to my lower head, and I just kept thrusting like a madman. Perhaps it was too stimulating. To be honest, I didn't last long. Unlike my fellow enthusiasts who can go on for an hour or so, I felt like only five minutes had passed. I knew I couldn't control myself, and I didn't want to. All I could think about was fucking this woman hard. She was almost screaming from my frantic movements. She grabbed my back and bit my shoulder. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder, and my penis couldn't hold back anymore. I couldn't hold back any longer, and ejaculated with a spasm. After the action stopped, she still looked at me with those seductive eyes and said, "You stinky pig, did you enjoy it?" It was as if my senses were returning to my body, and I suddenly remembered my girlfriend sleeping in the bed not far away. I felt like a wild beast… even a little disgusted and repulsed by the woman beneath me. I bent down and pulled up my pants, while she took out some tissues to wipe herself. I waited until she was finished, kissed her cheek, turned, opened the door, and went back to my bunk. A while later, I heard her return to her bunk. This morning, when I opened my eyes, the family of three next door had already gotten off the train sometime earlier. Thinking back on last night, it all felt like a dream, but when I touched my penis, the scent of her genitals still lingered. This train madness didn't seem to leave me with truly pleasant memories…

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