My Romantic Encounter (True Story)

Last June, I took train 1474 from Xiangfan to Zhanjiang. The girl sitting next to me was from Jingmen (I only found out later). She was a little chubby, quite pretty, and thankfully her legs weren't too thick. She wore a yellow short-sleeved shirt, a denim mini-skirt, and flesh-colored stockings, which was unusual for June. She wore casual shoes. Girls in Jingmen seem to really like wearing stockings; if you have the chance to go to Jingmen, you'll see women wearing stockings everywhere, especially at the station—the service staff and train attendants all wear stockings with their uniforms. I was overjoyed, thinking this 20-plus-hour journey wouldn't be boring. She started listening to music on her MP3 player, and I leaned against her to sleep. After a few hours, I felt much better, and she stopped listening to music. We... We started chatting casually, mostly about trivial things at first. I found out she was a student at the Shiyan Automotive Industry College in Hubei, visiting a classmate in Zhanjiang. I told her I was from Jingzhou, a graduate of Zhejiang Normal University, and planning to work in Hainan. We exchanged names, and she told me her name was Liang Lei. She also gave me her QQ number, but unfortunately, I lost it while crossing the Qiongzhou Strait.
After lunch, we talked more, about everything under the sun, from ancient times to the present (luckily, I'm quite talkative and occasionally crack a joke), so we had a very pleasant conversation (but you can imagine how hard I had to control my eyes from wandering to her legs), to the point that people around us thought we were a couple. I unconsciously rubbed my hand against her leg a few times, and she didn't seem to mind. There was no reaction. Around one or two in the morning, most people in the carriage were sleepy, with only a few still chatting or playing cards. Liang Lei and I were also a little sleepy, but since I had ulterior motives, I didn't want to sleep yet. Liang Lei, however, couldn't resist and soon fell asleep by the window. She looked adorable while sleeping, her long hair gently swaying across her face, her pert chest rising and falling. I thought to myself, "It would be wonderful to have her as my girlfriend" (hehe, just a thought). I was sure she was sound asleep, so I glanced around like a thief. Luckily, everyone was asleep. I swallowed a few times, composed myself, and slowly reached out and placed my hand on her leg. She didn't wake up. I then stroked her thigh a few times. The stockings felt really nice, tingling and pleasant. But I didn't dare to move too much, lest I wake her up and make her cry out. If I said anything inappropriate, I'd be done for. After enjoying this for a while, she suddenly hummed in agreement, probably because she wasn't sleeping comfortably. I was startled and quickly sat up straight, pretending to look out the window. After a while, she woke up, glanced at me, seemed a little embarrassed, and asked if she could put her feet on my lap while she slept in the chair. What? I thought I misheard. Seeing this, she quickly said, "Never mind if you can't." I was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Sure, sure, it's okay, it's comfortable to sleep like this." She smiled shyly, took off her shoes, put her legs on my lap, and lay down (to be honest, I still don't understand why; generally, girls definitely wouldn't do that). At first, I just sat there motionless, not reacting at all. It wasn't until I saw her two white legs on my lap that I came to my senses (please don't laugh at me). Liang Lei soon fell into a deep sleep. Facing the beautiful legs in front of me, I was wide awake. Her feet didn't smell sweaty; on the contrary, they gave off a faint fragrance, probably from perfume. I leaned against the partition in front of me, taking a deep breath of the delicate fragrance emanating from her feet. Ah, it was truly invigorating and refreshing. Through the stockings, I could see ten evenly spaced toes and neatly trimmed nails—truly perfect feet. I glanced around, composed myself, slightly raised my leg, and lowered my head to suckle her tiny foot like a starving child. My hands weren't idle either, tending to her leg. Don't laugh, but my crotch was already bulging. Since we were on a train, I couldn't be too unrestrained, and I was feeling quite uncomfortable. Then, a brilliant idea struck me. I grabbed a piece of clothing and covered her feet. And then, I think you all know what happened next.
The next morning, the train arrived at the station. I helped her with her luggage as we exited. Suddenly, she lowered her voice and said, "Did you enjoy yourself last night?" I was startled. Looking up, I saw her half-smiling expression. I knew she knew what I had done the night before. I was so embarrassed I wanted to disappear into a hole. I stood there, bewildered. Seeing my surprised expression, she chuckled. "Look at you, it's okay," she said, taking my arm and continuing on.
Once outside the station, she told me to put down my luggage and wait for her while she ran off to take care of something. She didn't seem worried I'd take her luggage. A while later, she returned, carrying a plastic bag. I was puzzled. She handed me the bag: "Here, this is for you." I took it, and she had already hailed a taxi and driven away. I opened the plastic bag, and the sudden visual shock and surprise almost made me faint. It was the pair of flesh-colored pantyhose she'd worn yesterday! I smelled them; they still carried her faint scent. I was so touched. What an understanding girl!
I don't usually collect pantyhose, but I've treasured that pair ever since. I know I'm collecting more than just a pair of pantyhose; it's a symbol of understanding and forgiveness.

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