Mature men on the bullet train

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After my husband introduced me to the forum, my sexual attitudes became increasingly open. Before, I passively accepted his suggestions and couldn't resist his encouragement.

Later, without realizing it, I became actively promiscuous. Often, a stranger's glance or subtle gesture could arouse me, and it wasn't just a psychological change; I would act on it.

I'm going to record everyone I meet. This is a record, my personal record, mostly for myself, not some erotic story to please the forum members.

After a threesome, my desires soared; I needed someone to satisfy me almost every day. At that time, what I looked forward to most was my husband coming home from work so I could touch his body.

One weekend, I took the high-speed train to my in-laws' house to see my child.

After entering the carriage, I looked for my seat with my ticket stub. At that moment, I vaguely felt a pair of eyes watching me from a distance. Following my sixth sense, I looked and saw a man in a white shirt hurriedly turn his head and look out the window.

Let's call him Mr. A.

I looked away and continued moving forward, ending up next to Mr. A.

"This is my seat! I should have just walked over. Instead, I was looking around like an idiot." (Forgive my nearsightedness; without my glasses, I can barely see anything.) A was also surprised to see me sitting next to him. He turned to look at me, but didn't even offer a polite smile, his face clearly showing embarrassment.

I could only put on my headphones, lean back in my seat, and close my eyes to rest.

Actually, I was thinking about A's clean white shirt.

He was probably 40 years old, clean-cut, refined, yet possessing the competence and maturity of a professional man.

I have to say, he was very attractive to me because the men around me were all "kids" my age—even though they were almost 30, I didn't see any maturity or composure in them. Many were ridiculously childish. Perhaps it's because women mature earlier, which is why so many girls like older men.

I was mentally planning how to flirt with him, devising one opening line after another. I didn't want to seem frivolous, but I also didn't want to be too subtle.

Ideally, he would flirt with me first, so I could just go with the flow.

But after waiting for a long time, he still didn't react, and I was so frustrated—then why were you looking at me just now? I don't believe I was just imagining things.

Finally, I couldn't resist anymore, opened my eyes, took a sip of water, and noticed he was staring out the window.

My movements must have disturbed him; he turned to look at me, this time with a slight smile, as if to say hello.

I stopped pretending to be asleep and looked out the window with him. He would occasionally turn to look at me and deliberately take a sip of water.

I sensed his unease and actually wanted to laugh; I thought this man was kind of cute.

The train entered a tunnel, and it was pitch black outside. Our faces were reflected in the window.

I suddenly found it amusing and looked into his eyes. He noticed and looked back at me through the window.

I suddenly burst out laughing, tilted my head, and waved to him.

Seeing his nervous expression, I found it hilarious and kept laughing. He turned to look at me and gave an awkward smile.

He smiled shyly and bashfully, his face turning red, and he covered his mouth with one hand.

After laughing, we sat there awkwardly, neither of us speaking, and I deliberately closed my eyes again.

He probably couldn't hold back any longer; he patted my arm, held his phone close to my face, and asked, "Why isn't my text message notification sound? Can you help me fix it?" "The same old trick," I thought, but I still pretended to be helpful and took the phone, fiddling with it.

After fixing it, I handed it to him.

"Fixed it?" "Yes." "Then how do I know if I get a text message notification sound?" "Trying to trick me again, huh," my inner angel thought. "Oh my, finally tricking me! How am I supposed to woo you if I don't make a move?" my inner devil thought.

But then, without hesitation, I said, "Then let me send you a text message and see?" Haha, forgive my lack of restraint, but I couldn't resist the allure of a handsome man.

We then chatted happily. He said he noticed me as soon as I got on the train, thought I was very well-behaved and pleasant to be around, basically just complimenting me in various ways.

I won't go into the specifics of our conversation, but it was mostly about work, family, etc., but I didn't care about any of that. Who cares what he does or whether he's married or not? I just wanted to sleep with him.

When I was about to get off the train, he was reluctant to leave and insisted on getting off with me, inviting me to dinner. I kept refusing him (my in-laws would be picking me up at the station with the kids). I told him to remember to contact me as long as I got to Chengdu, and he kept promising, looking very serious, which made me want to laugh again.

After I got back, he messaged me every day. At first, he was very serious, and I was the one flirting with him.

Later, after I returned to Chengdu, our conversations became more intimate. He slowly shed his "serious uncle" facade and revealed his "lecherous" nature.

One night, he said he was going to take a shower, and I mischievously said, "I want to watch you shower.

" He actually took his phone into the bathroom, stripped naked without hesitation, and started showering. I was genuinely shocked by his uninhibited behavior.

He wasn't in good shape; he had a belly and wasn't very tall. His penis wasn't erect, and I couldn't tell its size. Plus, he had so much dark pubic hair, it almost completely covered his penis. I had a strong urge to part the pubic hair and check its size.

After he finished showering, he went to the bedroom and asked me to video chat with him. This guy was definitely an experienced driver; as soon as we turned on the video, he asked me to

take my clothes off so he could see. When I asked him what he wanted to see, he said my breasts. Since he was so open, I had no choice but to stop being coy and lifted my nightgown to show him one breast.

He muttered, "Wow, so big, I really want to squeeze it.

" So I started kneading it myself, and he became even more excited.

"Wow—ah—" He seemed to be enjoying it, but his lewd expression and slightly open mouth made me feel a little disgusted.

Then he pointed the camera at his penis, showing me how hard it was, but it was just a fleeting glimpse, and I couldn't tell its size.

Later, he video-chatted with me every day, endlessly watching me "masturbate," and asking me when I was free every day. I told him a million times that I was only free on the weekend, and he would still ask again if I could come see him during the week.

I found that the longer we chatted, the less sexual interest I felt. It's best to have sex with someone you like right away; otherwise, the feeling is gone.

Although I agreed to meet him on the weekend, I wasn't really looking forward to it anymore. And after seeing his lewd behavior on video so many times, I actually felt a bit disgusted and resistant, and I didn't really want to see him anymore. We

went to a hotel on the weekend.

We were supposed to walk around first, but the sun was too strong, so we decided to rest at the hotel.

After showering and lying in bed, I was really trying to sleep, but he couldn't sleep at all—his hands were all over me, constantly saying I was sexy.

I was very sleepy and didn't want to do it, but he told me he was hard and it was uncomfortable, then he rubbed his butt against me, but I couldn't feel his penis at all! Oh my god! I was instantly horrified.

I was so focused on what to do, what to do, that I helplessly rejected him. Thinking about the wonderful experience on the bullet train, and then looking at the reality before me, I felt... like a million grass mud horses were galloping through my mind.
Later, I simply ignored him and fell asleep.

I don't know what mental strength kept me from just pulling up my pants and leaving. I actually managed to fall asleep; I even think I was snoring. Is it really true what they say—you have to finish what you started, even if it hurts?

When I woke up, we started. He was so eager, licking me all over, my saliva covering my body. I tried my best to endure it; the psychological discomfort far outweighed the physical pleasure.

Later, he tried to kiss my genitals, which I refused. No one but my husband has ever kissed my genitals before. But he wouldn't give up, begging and begging. I felt like I was barely suppressing my anger; I really wanted to hit him.

When he put on the condom, I saw his penis—soft and rather small. He

couldn't get the condom on, so I patiently helped him, but his penis wasn't hard, so it wouldn't go in.

I think everyone has pride; I couldn't just say it was small and soft, so I kept smiling.

However, his words shattered my worldview. He said, "My penis is too big, and the condom is too small, so it won't go in.

" I was so shocked I couldn't close my mouth. I tried my best to keep smiling, not wanting to embarrass everyone, but I still couldn't accept his attempt to justify himself.

Did he think I'd never seen a penis before? After several attempts, I finally managed to put it on, and he wanted to have sex, but he only stayed at the entrance, not penetrating.

I was very dry and frustrated, but he said it was tight and comfortable, even though he clearly hadn't gone in.

He ejaculated after a few minutes.

Later, I thought about it and realized that since I had invited him, and he had come all this way, I felt awkward just leaving.

But the experience really disgusted me. If this happened again, I would definitely refuse him from the start… This should be called an "unforgettable" sexual encounter.

[The End]

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