[I Harassed a Voluptuous Young Woman on the Train] Author: Unknown

I Harassed a Curvy Young Woman on the Train

Author: Unknown
Word Count: 3234

The incident happened last summer when I was going home.

That day, I boarded the train and saw it was packed with people, which made me feel suffocated. After finding my seat, I
sat down. My seat was supposed to be aisle, but it was too crowded. I wanted some fresh air, and seeing no one next to me,
I sat by the window. At that moment, a woman around 40 years old walked over and said to me,
"This is my seat, move aside!"

"Damn! She's so arrogant!" I reluctantly moved aside.

The woman put her luggage on the luggage rack and then plopped down, squeezing me aside.

"Wow, what a big butt!" I remarked, noticing how large and fat her buttocks were (I personally love this kind of woman's
buttocks; the fat accumulation after middle age makes her buttocks even larger). Looking closely at her, I saw she was wearing a red
lace blouse and a black tight-fitting mini-skirt. Her hair was neatly styled and permed, and her skin was fair
and smooth. Although not conventionally beautiful, she possessed a mature woman's charm, clearly the type who paid great
attention to her image.

"It's most satisfying to mess with women like this!" I thought to myself. I had a lot of
experience with
I'd also touched the buttocks of the woman in front of me on a bus. Now this woman was sitting next to me. How should I
begin ?

The train started moving, and most people were chatting. The woman, probably tired from her long journey,
looked out the window for a while and then leaned against it, starting to doze off. I sat to her left and, seeing she
was almost asleep, decided to make my move. I first unfolded the magazine and placed it between her legs
to conceal my hand movements. Since she was sitting to my right, it was difficult for my right hand to touch her. Therefore,
I turned my body slightly towards her, holding the magazine in my right hand and reaching out with my left. She was
sleeping by the window, so her body was slightly tilted, and her left buttock was raised a little, making it easier for me to reach her.

I reached my left hand directly under her buttock, palm up, and with a little pressure, my entire hand covered her
left buttock.

"So big and soft!" Hehe, her buttocks were very warm and wet. Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, I boldly increased
the pressure, and my entire left hand sank into her buttock flesh, filled with fleshy sensation. Seeing that she didn't react, I became unsatisfied.
My left hand began to move back and forth, constantly stroking her buttocks, feeling the flesh of her buttocks
changing shape with my hand. It was so blissful!

Suddenly, she stirred and woke up. She noticed my hand touching her. I thought, "This is it, I'm done for," and I was really
scared. To my surprise, she glanced at my left hand, then turned her head back to continue sleeping. I felt her lean
her body even more to the side, raising her buttocks higher and moving them closer to me
—she was implying "yes."

Haha, that felt great! I didn't hesitate and placed my hand on her buttocks, not just stroking them, but
kneading and squeezing them forcefully. I could feel her buttocks deforming in my hands, while she still pretended to be asleep,
though her head was lowered, probably to hide her reaction. I looked at the two men opposite me
—one sleeping, the other reading a magazine—while everyone around us was chatting and playing cards, no one paying attention. So I decided
to use my right hand as well. I spread the magazine on her lap (and she actually agreed, hehe), continued stroking her with my left hand,
and reached my right hand behind her back. Because my right hand was so close, it was easy to reach
her butt crack, placing my middle finger inside. I rubbed my entire right hand back and forth like this, while my left hand was free to stroke her thigh. I
did this for about ten minutes until I got a little tired, so I pulled my hands away, and she woke up and sat up.

Then I started a conversation with her (this is my experience; if you want her to keep
quiet she won't dare to expose you in public,
hehe). I learned that she had also changed her ticket to take this train.

"Are you a student?" she asked me.

"Yes, I'm going back to school," I replied. (She seemed to like me after hearing that,
maybe she thought college students were more refined, hehe).

I asked her where she was going.

"Guangzhou, I'm going to pick someone up," she answered.

I asked her where she was from, and she said Shanxi. I asked her age (I'm very interested in women's ages,
especially those between 30 and 50), but she wouldn't tell me, haha, probably afraid I'd think she was too old
. But I thought of another way.

"Do you have children?" I asked.

"Yes." "

How old are they? In middle school, right?"

"Second year of middle school."

Second year of middle school is 14 years old, so she must be around 36-42, haha, right in
her ! I chatted with her for over an hour, occasionally telling her a couple of off-color jokes on purpose. She
just laughed, and I knew she tacitly approved. So I felt relieved; only two hours had passed, there
were still over ten hours to go, I could take it slow.

After chatting for a while, she got sleepy again and wanted to sleep. This time she lay down on the small table and fell asleep.
Having became much bolder. Simply touching her buttocks wasn't enough for me. Seeing her
leaning forward, her breasts were clearly prominent. I reached out with my left hand, my fingers touching her breast.
She shuddered, lifting her head slightly, but quickly lowered it again. I confidently placed my hand on her breast.
Even through her shirt, I could clearly feel the shape of her bra. It was a halter-neck, lace-trimmed type. Her breasts
weren't small, but not particularly large either, maybe a 35C, but very soft and elastic. I gently
kneaded and rubbed them.

Gradually, I became unsatisfied. I had a bolder idea: to reach inside her clothes and touch her nipples.
But I'd only ever touched them through clothes before; I didn't have the courage to actually go inside. Besides, her clothes
were fastened tightly, and I didn't know if she would be angry. After hesitating for a moment, I decided to take the risk
and try. I first slipped my fingers through the gap between the buttons of her shirt, finally touching her flesh. It was so
tender and soft, like a newborn baby's skin. Perhaps it was because she took such good care of herself. I pushed my fingers further in...
I couldn't get my hand inside her cleavage. She didn't move, showed no reaction, which meant she approved of my actions.
Emboldened, I pulled my left hand out and started unbuttoning her clothes (pretty audacious, right? Unbuttoning the clothes of a complete stranger sitting next to me on a train in broad
daylight ).

She moved her head slightly; I knew she was watching me unbutton her clothes, but she didn't stop me, just
watched . My hands trembled, and the unbuttoning wasn't very smooth (after all, it was someone else's clothes). Finally
, I managed to unbutton one of her clothes, and my hand eagerly slipped inside. Her bra was useless;
my hand easily slipped inside. When my fingers touched her nipple, I felt like I was flying
. Her nipple was already hard as a small grape. I pinched her nipple between my middle and ring fingers, and gripped her breast
tightly with . Her breast was in my hand; I was touching a woman
's breast so realistically. Her breast in my hand felt like a toy, and just two hours ago we were complete
strangers .

At this point, I lost control and started to go crazy. I didn't care if the people around us noticed.
I frantically rubbed her breasts with my hands, feeling them deformed in my grip.
I pinched her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, pulling them about 3 centimeters long before releasing them. Then I accelerated, vigorously
rubbing and squeezing her breasts. She reacted; she lifted her head, her eyes slightly
opening to glance at me. I didn't stop, continuing to rub her breasts. She breathed heavily, her head
moving up and down with my movements. Finally, I tired and pulled my hands away. She woke up and sat up.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked her mischievously.

"Yes, very well," she said with a smile.

"That's good." At this point, I had no more inhibitions. I placed my right hand directly on her thigh
and started chatting with her like a lover. She didn't seem to care at all (heh, just moments ago she was arguing with me about the seat,
now she's my prey).

As we chatted, my right hand had already lifted her clothes and slipped inside her skirt from behind. She
stopped talking and leaned closer to me. I reached my hand under her skirt from behind to touch her buttocks. Haha,
there was no obstruction at all. I easily slipped my hand into her panties and touched her butt crack. I really
wanted to touch her anus and vagina, so I asked her to sit up a little so that my hand could reach deeper. She
initially refused, but after my persistent coaxing, she lifted her buttocks slightly. I slipped my fingers inside, but
she immediately sat down. My hand only reached her anus, and she wouldn't give up. I was quite satisfied. I moved
my fingers back and forth around her anus. Her reaction was obvious, but she tried hard not to let anyone see. I
felt really proud of myself.

For 14 hours that day, I touched her every inch of her body. In the end, she nestled in my arms
like letting me do as I pleased. Heh, I didn't hold back. I pressed her head down and put her hand
on my penis. She actually started masturbating me, rubbing it with her hand. I wanted her to give me
oral sex , to put my penis in her mouth, but she absolutely refused. Sigh! What could I do? We were on a hard seat on a train,
in public. So I came up with another way. I put my middle finger near her mouth (since I couldn't play with my penis,
I used my middle finger instead). This time she didn't object and obediently used her mouth to clean my middle finger while simultaneously
masturbating me with her left hand. Finally, I ejaculated, then dipped my middle finger in some semen and put it in her mouth. She sucked it and quickly spat it
out. It seems she probably hadn't done oral sex before.

Until I got off the train, I was still playing with this woman. It felt so good! Now I regret not getting her phone number and
address. I really want to see her again!

[The End]

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