A romantic encounter on a train more than a decade ago

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During the summer vacation of 2006, I took a train from SY to Beijing and then transferred to another train back to my hometown in the south. It was a pleasant journey, haha.

The train departed at night, and I was in a sleeper car. When we arrived at AS, it was almost 10:30 pm, and I was getting ready to rest, otherwise the sleeper car lights would be turned off soon. I had just finished washing up and was about to get to the upper berth, but before I could climb up, a girl behind me said, "Excuse me." I looked down and saw a girl in a black suit, with short hair, pulling a large suitcase. I was in one of those berths where the upper berth has a door and luggage is placed on top, like you've seen before, haha. I was already at the step, so I said, "Let me help you." She smiled and said, "Sure." After helping her put her luggage down, I climbed up myself, took off my clothes, and prepared to sleep. After a while, the main lights in the car went out, leaving only the dim aisle lights. It was almost impossible to see anything in the sleeper car, especially in the upper berth. I turned on my phone and started reading a novel. Then she came back, probably to wash up. She said, "Why are the lights out so early?" I replied, "It's still early? It's probably 11 o'clock." She responded with "Oh." She also slept in the top bunk, and I saw her climbing up. I said, "Let me shine a light for you," and held my phone up to her. I saw her feet reaching for the footrests, struggling to climb up. In the dim light of my phone, I could see she was quite plump, especially her two big, round buttocks, haha.

So we both lay down on the top bunk. She said, "Aren't you going to sleep?" I said, "I'll read a novel for a while." She said, "I don't usually sleep much; I can't sleep on the train, haha." I said, "Then do something, like read a novel or something." She said, "I don't have any novels on my phone." I said, "Your phone isn't a smartphone." She said, "Yeah, I can chat on QQ, but I don't have any novels." I said, "Oh." She asked me again, "What kind of novel are you reading?" I said, "Just browsing; I have a lot of novels on my phone." She said, "Then can I borrow it?" I thought about it and agreed. I handed her my phone; it was an online reading app. I reminded her that there might be some inappropriate content for children, and she shouldn't look at anything. She just scoffed. I took out my MP3 player to listen to music, while she lay there reading a novel on her phone.

It was past midnight, and I started to feel sleepy. Then she nudged me and said she was done reading. I asked what was wrong, nothing good to read. She said there were a few (I guessed they were the typical urban romance novels, typical of young girls), but they were too long and not interesting. I said, "Let's go to sleep then." She said, "You're listening to music? You're going to sleep now? Let me listen to yours; maybe I'll fall asleep after a while." Reluctantly, I handed her my MP3 player, saying, "You can listen to it; I'm going to sleep." I lay down on my side, set an alarm on my phone, and prepared to sleep. Through the dim light from her phone and the aisle, I saw that she didn't immediately put on her headphones to listen to music. Instead, she lay down

and stirred under the covers. After a while, I saw her put something under her pillow before finally settling down to listen to music. Oh well, never mind her, I'm going to sleep. I was woken up around 6 a.m. by the noise of early risers and people getting off the train, so I got up to wash up and eat something. After washing up, I drank a carton of milk and ate a biscuit. After washing my hands, I went to the luggage rack on the upper bunk to put my toiletries in my bag. Standing on the footrest, I saw she was still asleep, the blanket draped over her chest, not completely covering her. Half of her breast was exposed, her head turned inwards. I watched her for a while. I realized my MP3 player wasn't next to her pillow either. It was already morning, so I nudged her arm. "Still sleeping? Get up and eat something. Where's my MP3 player?" She said, "Oh, I'm not getting up. I'm not eating breakfast." Then she pulled her hand out from under the covers and handed me the MP3 player from inside the pillow, squinting as she said it was out of battery, haha. I said it was okay. Looking at her, I noticed her breasts were huge, full and protruding, most of them exposed in front of me, almost bulging. Had she taken off her bra last night? This excited me, haha, I really wanted to grab them. I put my toiletries and the MP3 player in my bag, went downstairs to get a cup of hot water, drank half a cup, and looked at the scenery outside the window.

After a while, I felt sleepy again. There were still one or two hours until we got to Beijing, so I decided to go back upstairs and lie down for a bit. I climbed back up, stepped onto the footrest, and saw her sleeping posture; her breasts were still half-exposed. Haha, I impulsively wanted to touch them. I pretended to touch her arm, then lightly touched her large breast with my fingertips, saying it was time to get up. I had some milk and stuff there; you should eat some, it's good for your health. She lazily said, "No, thank you," without pulling her arm away from me. I stroked her round, fleshy arm, my fingertips brushing against the side of her breast, and whispered, "You're quite voluptuous." She opened her eyes, smiled, and said, "Stop it, I'm going to sleep a little longer." She still ignored my hand stroking her arm, so I simply pressed one hand against her breast. She stared at me wide-eyed. I leaned towards her berth, lowered my head, and said, "Just one touch." She held my hand without moving or pushing it away. I felt the warmth of her breast in my palm; it was through her clothes, but the feel was wonderful. Hehe. I rubbed it for a while, and she said, "Okay." Perhaps she was worried about being seen by those below. It wasn't quite right for me to stand there like this (there weren't many people in our sleeper compartment anymore; some had gotten off, but there were still people chatting in the aisle). I got up and climbed onto the luggage rack, sat on it, my feet propped up on my berth, my head facing hers. She asked, "What are you doing?" I smiled, lowered my head, and said, "Let me touch you again." I slipped my hand down her neck, and this time I felt it completely. She really wasn't wearing a bra. Hehe. I teased her, "Where's your bra?" She said shyly, "I took it off last night, it's uncomfortable to sleep in." I continued to massage her large breasts, but this position was a bit tiring. I lowered my head to kiss her, but she dodged away. I whispered, "Move over a little." She asked innocently, "Why?" I gently turned her to her side, lay down beside her, and pushed her closer, then covered us with the blanket. Finally, I had her in my arms. I slipped my right hand under her head, touching her breasts, while my left hand touched her breasts from under her clothes—it felt so good. They were so big, I could barely hold them in one hand, haha. Slowly, my other hand moved down to her thighs; they were a bit thick, naturally full-figured, not the slender type, but they felt wonderful. Gradually, I touched the inside of her thighs. She grabbed my hand, trying to stop me. I persisted, and after a while, she let go. Through her panties, I caressed her sensitive area; it was a little wet. Heh, quite sensitive indeed. I intended to take off her panties, but she stubbornly refused. I was also afraid she'd tell, but my penis was already rock hard, which was very uncomfortable. I pulled my pants down to her knees and rubbed her inner thighs with my penis. She noticed and said, "Why did you take them off?" (Of course, if you want to do it, you have to take them off, right?) "Don't let anyone see." But when I tried to pull her panties down, she clamped them tightly, pulling them back with her other hand. Unable to ejaculate through her pants, I poked a few times, but I still couldn't bring myself to ejaculate. I coaxed her, "Come on, you're all wet, no one will see." I kept pressing my penis against her vulva through her panties, speeding up the movements, but I couldn't go any further. In the end, I still couldn't ejaculate, and she couldn't take it anymore either, saying, "Let's get off the bus and do it again, okay?" I had no choice; I couldn't force her. I pulled my pants back up and touched her panties again. We hugged each other and chatted for a while, finding out what she was doing in Beijing and where she was staying. I said, "Perfect timing! I'm going to Dongzhimen soon too, and my flight's around 5 pm. We have time!"

The car quickly arrived at Beijing Station, and we got off and took the subway to Dongzhimen. First, I accompanied her to get a haircut in the underground shopping area, then we ate fast food. Afterwards, we went up to the surface and booked a room at a Home Inn near Dongzhimen. We did it three times; I won't go into the details (I'll post them later), haha. After we were done, we checked out, and I took the express train to the airport, while she took the subway back to her rented place.

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