Encountering a slut on the light rail

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I bought a train ticket from Changchun to Zhengzhou, but there was no seat. These days, just getting a train ride is a blessing; who cares about a seat! But the journey from Changchun to Wuhan takes 25 hours. Am I supposed to stand the whole way? I'll buy a small stool, 10 yuan. If I get too sleepy, I can sit for a while; I can't ruin my legs.

I pulled my suitcase, which contained seven or eight books. I'm a book lover; I feel restless if I don't read for a day. Although I also have a very strong sex drive, it doesn't affect my love of reading. Being a book lover and having a strong sex drive aren't contradictory.

I carried a large bag filled with food for the day and night on the train: three packs of Master Kong instant noodles (spicy and sour, hot and spicy, and pickled cabbage), three bottles of mineral water, a bottle of nutritional drink, and a pack of the cheapest breakfast biscuits. There were packs of breakfast biscuits for six yuan, but I thought they were too expensive and didn't dare buy them. I bought a pack for 3.3 yuan instead, even though I had 10,000 yuan—the money I earned from "prostitution"—tucked deep inside my backpack.

I carried a large backpack filled with various daily necessities: face-washing and tooth-brushing supplies for the train, a small razor, tissues, and of course, two boxes of condoms, a small bottle of lubricant, and a small pack of wet wipes.

I brought these not because I expected to have many romantic encounters along the way, but because I wanted to be prepared should I need to have sex. Of course, any unused or not used-up condoms, lubricant, and wet wipes would have to be thrown away before I entered the village.

I followed the surging crowd to the Poly Roland Valley Silicon Valley Street light rail station, bought a ticket, entered the station, and waited for the train while admiring the long, white legs of beautiful women—everything seemed normal. This is my habit; when waiting for a train, waiting for friends, or sitting on the train, I don't like to look down at my phone. Instead, my large, dark eyes darted around, repeatedly observing every pretty girl or woman around me—their faces, their breasts, their buttocks, their legs.

The light rail was packed! Damn it! There's never a quiet moment during rush hour! I was carrying a backpack, pulling a large suitcase, and holding a huge bag of food, and with all my might, I finally squeezed onto the train.

As soon as I got on, I noticed a woman in her forties or fifties standing in front of me. She had permed hair, wore a floral print bodycon dress, black high heels, was of average height and build, wore glasses, and looked like a white-collar worker. As soon as she saw me get on, she turned around, glanced at me, tossed her hair, and moved closer to me.

The train was incredibly crowded; even with the air conditioning on, it was unbearably hot. People kept getting on, and this woman and I were squeezed into a small space between the door and the seats. I'm half a head taller than her, and even holding onto the door, I was behind her, and with the other passengers jostling me, my crotch accidentally bumped into her buttocks.

As mentioned above, I'm half a head taller than her. If I were the same height, my big guy wouldn't be pressing against her buttocks, but only against her thighs. However, because I'm half a head taller, my big guy can perfectly press against her round, apple-like buttocks. It's

hot in the summer, and everyone wears light clothing, including this auntie. My big guy only lightly touched her buttocks, and I could tell she was only wearing a skirt and underwear, and the underwear was pure cotton, very absorbent.

Why am I so sensitive? It's not because my big guy is particularly sensitive, or has special abilities, but because I'm also wearing very light clothing. In fact, I'm not wearing underwear today. The reason I'm not wearing underwear is twofold: firstly, my penis is too big, and wearing underwear would be suffocating and uncomfortable; secondly, it's too hot in the summer, and I'm going back to Henan, where it's even hotter.

I accidentally touched her butt with my big cock, and who knew it would suddenly become like it's been electrocuted or bewitched, standing erect and proud, like a giant smoking pipe or a cannon pointing skyward at a 45-degree angle, shooting straight towards the blue sky.

My shorts were completely pushed up, my buttocks were squeezed tightly, and my front was bulging like a giant Mongolian yurt.

There was a sound of footsteps on the bus, the crowd jostled again, and my proud big guy poked her pert buttocks once more.

As soon as it touched her buttocks, she couldn't help but moan softly, "Mmm, ahh." I guessed she must have felt that my cock was much bigger than before, and she must have thought that it got bigger because I accidentally touched her buttocks, so her buttocks were very attractive. Yes, that's what she thought, and all women think that way!

I poked her ass, then quickly leaned back to remove my large penis from her buttocks, to avoid being falsely accused of sexual harassment. In fact, I not only have absolutely no interest in sexual harassment, but I also deeply abhor it. I've never witnessed sexual harassment, nor have I ever sexually harassed anyone; I've only seen news about it online or on TV.

I leaned back to steady myself, but to my surprise, this woman was in front of me, nonchalantly wiggling her round, plump buttocks, leaning back to welcome my big guy.

Holy crap, what a woman! I tried to back away, but I couldn't stop this slut from leaning back relentlessly, wiggling her fat ass and constantly rubbing it against my penis.

I thought, well, what's the harm in that? Such a big ass right in front of me, might as well fuck it! She wouldn't dare accuse me of sexual harassment anyway, since she initiated it! So I remained still, letting her wiggle her ass and rub against my cock.

It itches, it itches, it feels so good, it feels so good!

I couldn't help but move closer, pressing my big guy tightly against her buttocks. She pressed her buttocks even tighter, her breathing became rapid, and she let out soft, indistinct moans.

We passed Huxi Road, Jiefang Bridge, Furong Bridge, and Bei'an Road, but her buttocks and my big guy remained tightly pressed together, inseparable.

It grew thicker, bigger, and hotter.

Suddenly, my body trembled, my big guy spasmed, my buttocks convulsed wildly, and I jerked, pressing even tighter against her buttocks. My big guy throbbed, and I ejaculated.

It soaked my underwear because I wasn't wearing underwear.

The semen drenched my underwear, leaving a large wet patch on the outside.

The semen seeped through my underwear onto her skirt, leaving a wet, round patch on the back of her skirt as well.

She let out a comfortable sigh, tossed her hair, and continued to emit soft, indistinct moans.

The light rail arrived at the station, and my heart leaped into my throat, fearing she would suddenly turn around, swing her arm, slap me hard, grab me, and accuse me of sexual harassment. Then, I vehemently denied it. At this point, the passengers swarmed around me, subdued me, and several helpful passengers even assisted the woman, working together to drag me to the police station. After questioning me, the police officers at the station, based on the "Law of the People's Republic of China on Penalties for Administration of Public Security," sentenced me to fifteen days of administrative detention for suspected harassment and indecent assault against women. Then, my school and family found out about my sexual harassment and felt extremely ashamed. The school even expelled me. I couldn't hold my head up in front of any of my classmates; they all mocked me, distanced themselves from me, ostracized me, and suppressed me. My family felt I had done something to betray our ancestors, so they removed me from the family genealogy, and my parents severed ties with me… Overwhelmed with shame and indignation, I was utterly alone and desperate, and ultimately committed suicide by drowning…

But what happened next was the exact opposite of what I had imagined. I saw the auntie toss her hair, let out a comfortable sigh, turn around, give me a satisfied look, smile slightly, her cheeks flushed, and then quietly slip me her business card before casually getting off the bus.

Holy crap, there are women like this in the world! I accidentally bumped into her butt on the train, and not only was she not angry at all, she even actively wiggled her hips to meet my touch. I pressed my huge member against her butt, and she didn't resist at all; instead, she enjoyed it the whole way. When we got off the train, she didn't grab me; instead, she smiled at me, looked at me with satisfaction, and handed me a business card. Damn, is this another horny woman?

Whatever, I quickly glanced at the business card. It had a photo of this woman, a bio saying she was the deputy director of a certain development zone management committee, and her contact information. I didn't pay much attention, put the card in my pocket, and quickly pulled my suitcase, grabbed my food, and got off the light rail.

[The End]

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