Yunnan travel stories

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Let's start from that night four years ago.
It was the summer after my sophomore year of college. My boyfriend, another guy, and I—four people who weren't very familiar with each other—went on a trip to Yunnan, his hometown.
The local railway system was underdeveloped, and transportation mainly relied on long-distance sleeper buses. These were large buses with two levels and two rows of berths, each berth only slightly wider than a dormitory bunk bed, accommodating two people.
We boarded at dusk, and the bus would arrive at its destination at dawn. My boyfriend said the bus was crowded, and that a man and a woman should share a berth (whether it was a conspiracy or not, he must have been secretly pleased). The other girl and I thought it made sense, so we accepted. My boyfriend
and I slept in the upper berth. Sitting up, our heads were against the ceiling, and we couldn't stand up straight, so we lay down as soon as we boarded. For some reason, there was only one small pillow on our berth, not enough for two people to lie flat, so my boyfriend lay flat, and I turned to face him so we could chat.
GG said he had taken many sleeper trains and could never fall asleep. He'd watch everyone else sleeping soundly while he lay awake counting the trees rushing past the window until dawn. This stirred my sympathy, and besides, the thought of a wide-eyed guy watching me sleep made me feel uncomfortable, so I decided to try to chat with GG as much as possible.
I always feel it's inappropriate for a guy to see a girl's sleeping posture. When people sleep, they can't control their
expressions and postures; what if their sleeping posture is awkward and makes them look ridiculous?
So I decided to simply not sleep tonight, and stay awake as long as I could.
GG said he had taken many sleeper trains and could never fall asleep. He'd watch everyone else sleeping soundly while he lay awake counting the trees rushing past the window until dawn. This stirred my sympathy, and besides, the thought of a wide-eyed guy watching me sleep made me feel uncomfortable, so I decided to try to chat with GG as much as possible.
I always feel it's inappropriate for a guy to see a girl's sleeping posture. When people sleep, they can't control their
facial expressions. What if their sleeping posture is bad and makes them look ridiculous?
So I decided to simply not sleep tonight, and try to stay awake as long as I could.
Our position was quite intimate, and my hand naturally went to gently stroke his chin (he's very handsome, and I have to admit I did have a desire to be close to him). Soon it was late at night, and the carriage was very quiet. I noticed that his face was turning sharply towards the side where he was facing away from me more and more frequently, and then slowly turning back. I asked him if it was because he disliked me touching his chin, and he said no, but he wouldn't explain why.
Finally, one time, his head suddenly turned away and then suddenly turned back, and then I felt my lips touch another pair of hot lips. I was startled; everything was so sudden, and I wasn't prepared at all. I resisted a little (just a little), and then I felt an electric current flow through my whole body (I sometimes feel this way when I kiss him now). I was extremely excited in that instant, and I even rolled over and pressed myself against him to kiss him. Given that we were on a sleeper train, and someone was sleeping less than a meter away from me, GG rationally stopped me from acting impulsively. He laid me down and continued kissing.
Then his hand started sliding down my cheek, to my chest, and then to my back, searching for the hooks of my bra. At first, he used one hand, gently unhooking it, but then he found it too difficult with one hand, so he used the other to help. But...
then his hand started sliding down my cheek, to my chest, and then to my back, searching for the hooks of my bra. At first, he used one hand, gently unhooking it, but then he found it too difficult with one hand, so he used the other to help. But...
"I'll do it myself," I said understandingly.
"No, I don't believe it..."
...
...
"Why is it so easy for me to unhook other people's bras, but you can't unhook yours?"
Pathetic male pride!
In the end, I did it myself.
Then I casually reached for his belt buckle (actually, I'm a lady, really, I was just giving him a hint).
He quickly unbuckled his belt, and when I reached down again, what I touched was...
I don't remember how my underwear got off my body, only that I used my hand to help it go in, quite smoothly, since it was already soaking wet.
My boyfriend was on top of me, the blanket on top of him, and I used my hand to hold the blanket up to prevent it from moving up and down with his body and being seen by the people next to us (actually, thinking about it now, the people next to us must have felt something).
The whole process was over quickly; actually, the sensation in my lower body wasn't very intense, it was mainly the psychological novelty and excitement that was unforgettable.
Afterwards, I think I said some very feminine things, and my boyfriend said some very masculine things, and then I fell asleep.

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