A romantic encounter on a train

This is my first time writing, so please be kind. This story is based on a true event with slight modifications and contains absolutely no plagiarism.

The story takes place on a train back to my hometown.

I'm from the north, and after graduating from university, I went to work in Guangzhou. My company gave me a 7-day holiday for National Day, and it had been half a year since I'd been home. I was really looking forward to going home. Due to the surge in passenger traffic during National Day, I couldn't get a hard seat ticket, and I had to sit there for 20-30 hours. However, I had booked a sleeper ticket back to Guangzhou in advance.

October 1st is already starting to get a bit chilly in the north, but in Guangzhou, it was still over 35 degrees Celsius. After boarding the train, I found my seat and looked around. All the other seats were full, and the aisle was packed with people, except for the seat next to me. After about ten minutes, the train slowly started moving. I was wondering if no one had been able to get this seat. Just then, a girl carrying two bags and a suitcase squeezed through the crowd and threw her bags onto the seat next to me. I sized her up. She was about 165cm tall, of average height, and sweating profusely from being jostled in the crowd. She had a classic oval face, shoulder-length hair, a light pink shirt, and denim shorts. My gaze shifted to her chest; her shirt was soaked with sweat, and she was fanning herself with it. I could vaguely see her breasts through her black bra. I quickly grabbed a pack of tissues and handed them to her. She thanked me and used them to wipe her sweat.

The train sped up, and the air conditioning in the carriage cooled the temperature. She put her bag under the seat and sat down. Before she was even settled, someone with a shopping cart came up. "Beer, drinks, mineral water, congee, sausages, instant noodles?" She must have been too hot earlier; she only just remembered she had a suitcase in the aisle. She glanced at the overhead luggage racks, which were also full of luggage, though passengers had tossed them up haphazardly. She got up to tidy up the luggage next to her, but she was neither strong nor tall enough. Seeing this, I helped her, quickly clearing a space and placing her suitcase on it. I offered her tissues and helped her with other things, and she seemed a little embarrassed. She took two bottles of drinks out of her bag and offered them to me, but I declined (being a gentleman, I had to act properly).

The train sped along, and we chatted idly. I asked her where she was from and what she did in Guangzhou. She said she was a senior at university in Guangzhou, also from the north, not far from my hometown; in turn, she asked me the same question, which I told her truthfully. I then asked her, "Why are you carrying so much luggage to university?" She said one bag contained local specialties bought by her family, another bag contained some clothes bought for her best friend (she knew clothes were cheap on Shangxiajiu Road), and the suitcase contained her own things. It was her final year of university, so she was taking things home that she didn't need, to avoid having too much stuff to carry when she graduated.

It gradually got dark, and it was time for dinner. She said men are just like that, always eager to fawn over pretty women. On the train, she ate instant noodles, and I filled her cup with hot water too, then shared one of my sausages with her. It was late at night, and we were both sleepy. I took out a jacket, put it on the small table, and fell asleep. The train was shaky, and as she slept, she leaned against my shoulder, my elbow brushing against her breast. I don't know how much time passed, but the train pulled into the station, and with the sudden stop, she lurched forward, my elbow pressing against her soft breast. We both woke up immediately. I quickly apologized, feeling really embarrassed. Her face flushed instantly. I turned away, took a sip of water, and asked if she was cold. She said a little. Then I draped my coat over her shoulders, which was on the table, and went back to sleep on the table… I woke up as soon as it was light. Seeing her sleeping soundly beside me, I didn't want to disturb her, so I picked up a psychology book and flipped through a couple of pages. I usually bring a book with me on trains, partly because I enjoy reading this kind of book, and partly to look sophisticated and cultured. A little while later, she woke up. “I said, ‘You’re finally awake! Let me wash my face.’” I got up, and she followed me. I went back to my seat and opened the book (just for show now). When she came back, she teased me about how studious I was, even reading psychology. I chuckled, put the book down, and prepared to eat breakfast.

A few hours later, she arrived at her station. Before getting off, I asked for her QQ number. A few hours later, I got off the train too.

During the few days I was home, I spent my days visiting friends and my evenings chatting with her on QQ. The holiday ended in the blink of an eye, and I boarded the train to Guangzhou again.

This time it was a sleeper berth. I had lunch at home and drank some wine. As soon as I boarded the train, the sunlight shone on my berth, and I fell asleep almost immediately. When it was time for dinner, I took my instant noodles to get some hot water. Unexpectedly, I ran into her again! She was also carrying instant noodles! This time she was also in a sleeper berth, but in the next carriage. We exchanged a few greetings and then went our separate ways.

Everyone knows that the lights in sleeper carriages are turned off at night. I usually go to sleep around 1 or 2 AM, so turning off the lights at 10 PM felt a bit strange. I lay in bed and played on my phone for a while, but I still couldn't fall asleep, so I walked to the middle of the carriage and lit a cigarette. After finishing the cigarette and getting tired of standing, I decided to head back. I'd only taken a couple of steps when I heard a cough behind me. I turned around and saw her coming out of that carriage. I quickly went to greet her and asked if she was still awake. She said she also couldn't sleep because it was so early, and she was getting a cup of water. After getting the water, we leaned against the door and started chatting. I told her about the interesting things that had happened these past few days, and she shared her holiday experiences. We weren't sleepy to begin with, and the more we talked, the more energetic we became. I tentatively said, "If your boyfriend found out I was hiding in a corner late at night, having a romantic chat with a young girl, he'd probably break up with me." Her face darkened. "I wish he knew," she said. "All he does is play games all day." She got agitated. "Once I was sick and asked him to come see me, but he replied with something like, 'What server is giving triple experience today?' I was miserable until the evening, and then I got a text from him—just four words: 'Are you feeling better?'" I quickly said, "You can't judge a book by its cover. Is he usually good to you? Like on your birthday?" I saw tears streaming down her face; I figured her birthday wouldn't be a problem. I took a step closer, put my arm around her neck, and gently pushed her. She hugged me and cried even harder. I quickly held her and tried to stop her from thinking about that guy. Feeling her breasts pressed against me, I hugged her tighter, and my penis grew bigger. Her clothes were thin, and she felt it too. She let go, blushing, and pushed me away, saying it was getting late and she needed to go to sleep. A little disappointed, I turned to leave, but she asked me to get her cup while she went to the bathroom. Without turning back, I reached out my hand, and she handed me the cup and left. At first, I was disappointed, now I was unhappy, but then I wondered if she was hinting at something? What cup? I took two steps to the bathroom door, heard the flush, and then the lock clicked. Before she could open it, I rushed in. She looked at me with panicked eyes, "What are you doing?!" I didn't answer, but locked the bathroom door behind me, then pulled her into my arms and kissed her lips passionately. She pouted and cried, "No...no...don't do this..." I ignored her, my tongue darting into her mouth, intertwining with hers, my hands groping down her back. Today she was wearing stockings and a short skirt. I lifted the skirt and squeezed her firm, bouncy buttocks hard. Seeing that she was still trying to back away, I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her around so her back was to me. I took the opportunity to reach down to her breasts, squeezing them while licking her ear. It was really awkward through her bra. Before she could resist, I quickly unhooked her bra and reached inside. You really couldn't tell with her clothes on; those breasts were at least a 36E. Her boyfriend must be blind. While licking her ear, I would occasionally blow hot breath on them. Soon, her legs started to give way, her waist arched back, and her buttocks rubbed against my penis. I asked her if it tickled, and she blushed and hummed in response. I ran my hand down her stockings, and as soon as I touched her pubic hair, she quickly covered herself with her hand. I whispered in her ear, "Don't be shy if you want it, I'll make you feel great." Then I quickly pulled one hand back to her breasts, kneading them hard with my large hand, while the other hand continued to reach down. "Gently," she said, "Your breasts hurt from being squeezed," and at the same time, she stopped covering herself with her hand. I pushed down with my hand. Damn, she was still pretending to cover herself, but she was already soaking wet. "You're so naughty...you're so annoying..." I inserted my middle finger into her vagina and thrust in and out quickly. "Ah...ah...slower...it hurts..." I pulled down my pants, my little brother was already impatient. I pulled her stockings down, made her bend over and grab the window railing, her bouncy buttocks sticking up, her curved waist making my little brother instantly full of blood, the glans turning a little purplish-red. I took a small step forward, grabbed her thighs with both hands, and with a push, my little brother went in. Her vagina was really tight; I guess her boyfriend doesn't do it often. My penis was warmly enveloped, and it pierced right into her uterus, almost making me ejaculate. I took a deep breath; a cool breeze from the window cleared my head. I wiggled my hips from side to side, and touched her large breasts with both hands, thrusting my penis in and out with a rhythmic nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. "Mmm...mmm...ah...so good..." I thrust like that for a few minutes. "Am I good?" "Good...too thick..." "Who's better, you or your boyfriend?" "You're good...so great...don't...talk...fuck me...ah...ah..." The more she cried out, the faster I thrust. At first, she was a little quiet, afraid someone would hear, so I said, "Everyone's asleep, and besides, the train's rumbling, nobody can hear us." Before I finished speaking, she cried out loudly, "Ah...so good...ah...faster...faster!" I felt she was close to climaxing, so I teased her, asking why she wanted to hurry, and pulled my penis out. She tried to push my penis inside while shouting, "Hurry...hurry up and put it in...hurry..." I still wouldn't put it in, beg me, say something nice. She rubbed my penis haphazardly against her vaginal opening, "Hurry up and put it in...hurry...fuck me...fuck me hard..." Damn, I never expected this little slut to say such lewd things. I couldn't tease her anymore. I aimed my penis at her vaginal opening, thrust my hips forward, and vigorously kneaded her breasts, pumping wildly. "Ah...faster...faster...I'm going to cum..." I gripped her waist tightly and thrust even faster. "Ah...ah..." With her loud cries, a gush of vaginal fluid spurted out, her vagina contracted, and my penis couldn't control itself anymore. I thrust it all the way in, and a thick stream of semen shot out, shooting into her uterus. Both of us went limp and almost fell to the ground. We washed ourselves with water, got dressed, and came out.

I checked my watch; it was already 2 AM. She got up and walked into the carriage, and I followed behind. We reached her berth in no time—a lower bunk. Sitting down, I looked at the others sleeping soundly, and without thinking, I reached for her breasts again. Her nipples were still hard from just being pleasured. I gently kneaded them a couple of times, and I could tell she was aroused again. I lay down, and she pressed herself against me—69, kissing each other's genitals. I draped the blanket over her, afraid someone might wake up and find us. We kissed silently for about ten minutes when I heard footsteps approaching. I quickly patted her. She heard the footsteps too, pulled the blanket over herself, and buried her head in it. Damn it, I had to lie there half-asleep, pretending to be asleep. It turned out the train attendant was waking us up because we were almost at the station. I listened carefully again; thankfully, no one was getting off in this carriage. I patted her twice, signaling her to continue. As we kissed, I heard the train begin to slow down. I seized the opportunity to frantically kiss her clitoris, while vigorously kneading her large breasts with both hands. She understood my intention and sped up her masturbation. Blowing someone to orgasm is truly physically demanding; my tongue was almost falling off. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to lick her clitoris with my tongue. After a minute or two, a gush of vaginal fluid flowed from her vagina. She contracted her vaginal muscles, her buttocks pressing directly onto my face, making it hard for me to breathe. Then, she thrust her head down forcefully, the head of my penis plunging into her throat. She contracted her cheeks, squeezing my penis tightly. At that moment, the train slammed to a stop. I thrust in again in response to the train's swaying, and a stream of hot semen shot directly into her throat. She swallowed the semen, rolled over onto her back, and pulled the blanket over her head. I heard someone boarding outside, so I grabbed a piece of clothing and covered my head with that as well. About ten minutes later, the people waiting to board the train calmed down, and I got up and went back to my bunk.

The train arrived in Guangzhou, and we all returned to our respective jobs and studies. However, on weekends when we had nothing to do, we would meet up for dinner and a movie, and then stay up all night studying. She graduated the following year and left Guangzhou. I really miss those few months.

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