Romantic encounter on a K-series train

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I grew up in a small town in southern China. After graduating, I worked in the capital of a major southern province for three or four years. To my shame, after all that hard work, I'm still single and don't have much savings. I came to the big city full of ambition, hoping to make my mark, but I was disappointed. The cost of rent and living expenses is too high, and life without money is so painful. As the days went by, reality gradually wore down my will. Recently, my family called and said they found me another job and asked me to go back and try it. If it were before, I would definitely refuse outright because I don't want to go home before I've made a name for myself. That's just my damn pride acting up! But this time, I chose to compromise. Maybe I'm tired of wandering around. I finally decided to go back home for this short holiday.

Back to the romantic encounter, I was on a K-series train. I was really lucky using an app to snag tickets back then. I was hoping for a seat, but I got a sleeper berth – an upper berth, though. The space in an upper berth was cramped for a grown man, but I didn't have much luggage, so I made do. After all, it would be a 10+ hour journey home, and a sleeper berth was a welcome relief. It was a holiday, so the train was crowded and delayed, a bit like the movie "Lost in Thailand." There were vendors selling boxed lunches and fruit, and the train staff were shouting everywhere. It was so noisy! I boarded at a stop along the way, so the stop was short. I finally found my seat.

"Excuse me, could you help me throw away my trash?" a voice came from above. It was the beautiful woman in the upper berth asking me to help her. Her seat was 11, and mine was 12. I still remember that moment vividly. I looked up at her, our eyes meeting. Because of her higher position, she seemed a little embarrassed. "Sure," I said, "thank you." She smiled. At first, I felt awkward staring at her. After helping her throw away her trash, we didn't talk again. My impression of her was that she had an oval face, long hair, and wore glasses.

I sat in the aisle seat for half an hour, then went to the dining car to eat something. I started to get a little tired, so I took off my shoes and climbed up to my upper bunk to rest. I saw that beautiful woman playing a mobile game, so I started playing on my phone too. Finally, I could sneak peeks at her figure. She was lying flat on her upper bunk, wearing a gray shirt and shorts. Her legs were really long, lean, and looked very strong. Her skin was dark, but a healthy tan. She was very well-endowed. The sight almost made my nose bleed. I could also see from her sleeve that she was wearing a black bra.

The train's air conditioning seemed to be malfunctioning; no one needed to use the blankets. Because I was getting an erection from staring at the beautiful woman, I half-covered my lower body with the blanket, which felt a bit lewd. I thought to myself, this is a perfect opportunity to pick up a girl, so I mustered up my courage and asked her, "Hey beautiful, where are you from?" She said, "XX." I said, "Then we're from the same hometown!" We chatted for a while, and I learned that she had visited a friend in my city during her vacation and was now on her way back. She works at a cosmetics store. I noticed that although her hands and feet weren't very fair, her face was very fair and pretty, probably because she was wearing light makeup. She asked me a lot of questions and seemed very interested in some of my experiences.

I told her a lot about interesting things that happened in my work and life, as well as some current events. Of course, I didn't talk about anything too political or highbrow. The topic we talked about the most was "girls being attacked." She said, "This world is too dangerous! I'm going to learn Taekwondo!" After saying that, she laughed happily. I half-jokingly said, "Society isn't that wonderful. We need to protect ourselves at all times. How about I protect you?" She said, "Hehe, no, I have to protect myself!"

As we chatted, we started talking about good movies recently. I mentioned I had downloaded a few on my phone and asked if she wanted to watch them. She said yes, so I opened my phone and handed it to her, letting her choose. She seemed to have picked a movie called "Our Times," which she watched on her upper bunk.

I lay on my upper bunk pretending to sleep. After about half an hour, she said, "You seem bored. How about we watch it together?" I tentatively asked, "How can we watch it together?" Since the aisle seats were occupied, I knew that "watching together" meant either I would move to her upper bunk or she would move to mine. So, I moved to her upper bunk, and we sat side-by-side, or rather, half-reclined, with my legs stretched over mine. This was probably the only and most comfortable position, as the height of the upper bunk was really uncomfortable; our heads had to tilt slightly towards each other. At first, we were both a little reserved and awkward. I didn't dare move and behaved myself very well because I didn't know what she was thinking and was afraid she would be offended.

We watched two or three movies quietly. My usual travel gear includes a smartphone, a multi-tasking device, and a power bank. I bring the multi-tasking device because of its powerful 4000mAh battery, which makes watching movies and listening to music a breeze, but it's a bit heavy.

Later, my hand got a little numb, so I moved my wrist and knuckles. In doing so, I accidentally brushed against her chest. She didn't say anything, but I sensed she wanted it. I tentatively touched her chest through her clothes, and she flinched. I touched it again, and she didn't move. So I grabbed a blanket to block the view of the other people in the middle and lower bunks, and boldly slipped my hand under her shirt, pushed up her bra a little, and touched her breasts. It was a perfect C-cup, with small nipples and very firm breasts. As I touched her, she started to get hard. Throughout the process, we pretended to be watching a movie. She didn't say anything, but a few times she glanced at me before turning back to the movie. Regardless of what she was thinking, I suppressed my desire and just kept my hand on her chest, touching her breasts from time to time.

Before I knew it, it was evening and the train lights were turned off (I really didn't pay attention to the time, it was around 10 pm). We were still watching a movie, and my hand was still on her chest. After a while, she pushed my hand away. It turned out she wanted to go to the toilet. I whispered in her ear, "Want to go together?" She lowered her head and didn't say anything. Hehe, this is going to work. She went to the toilet, and I followed, entering the toilet door one after the other. Thank God, the toilet wasn't as dirty as I imagined, mainly because of the smell of cleaning agents. I pressed her against the toilet wall, slamming her against the wall, and started kissing and smelling her. There was a scent on her face and neck, I couldn't tell if it was from cosmetics or perfume, but it smelled very good. Before, when I touched her chest, I was afraid of being seen, so my movements were gentle. Now it was different. My hands were vigorously kneading her chest and touching her genitals. Her moans mixed with the sound of the train, which was very exciting. Then I quickly pulled down her pants and mine completely and put them aside. Partially pulling them down was impossible because the toilet floor was too dirty.

The condoms in my wallet finally came in handy. I spread one of her legs, and she stood on the other. The crowded toilet was filled with the stench of lust and extravagance. The space was cramped, so I couldn't really perform properly because I couldn't pull the bolt. This guy was driving me crazy; the more anxious I was, the less I could ejaculate. Every now and then, someone would knock on the door. I don't know if making love with this feeling of trepidation is good or bad, but it was undeniably exciting. It felt like I was fucking her for ages before I finally ejaculated inside her. She was covered in sweat, and the orgasm and the sweat blended together.

Afterwards, we exchanged contact information and spent our last moments on the train like lovers before going our separate ways, never to be contacted again.
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