Bold female train conductor

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My parents always felt uncomfortable in the south, and now that the sweltering summer is here again, my mother's health isn't good, and they really want to see my younger sister Xiaoxin and grandson Lele, who work in our hometown. So, they're planning to go back north to escape the heat. My mother has a heart condition and can't fly, so my father said the train would be better—safer and cheaper. But the two elders are still worried about such a long journey. Business at the company is currently slow, and I haven't been back to my hometown in a long time, so I decided to take them myself.

It's been a long time since I've taken a train. When I was in school, I used to sit in hard seats—crowded and dirty. Now that I have money

, I can take a soft sleeper. It'll take more than 20 hours to get home; how will we get through that long journey? There weren't many people in the soft-seat carriage, and our family occupied a small compartment. My parents were asleep, but I'm not used to the train's jolting, so I went to the carriage transfer area to smoke.

When the train arrived at a small station, the train attendant came out to open the door. Actually, there weren't many people; she opened the door briefly and then closed it again.

The train attendant looked to be around 26 or 27 years old, about 165 cm tall, with a slender figure. She wore a railway uniform and a beret, giving her a rather dignified appearance. Her legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings, looked incredibly thin. When she bent over to close the door, her skirt rode up, revealing most of her thighs; I guessed she might be wearing garter stockings

. I struck up a conversation with her. She was working the night shift tonight, and I remarked that it must be tough. She replied that she was used to it, occasionally taking a nap. I noticed her name on her name tag was Jiao Ling. She seemed a bit bored being alone in the attendant's room, so I told her a few jokes, which made her laugh heartily, and she immediately took a liking to me. She asked what I did for a living, and I said I owned a small company. She seemed quite envious, explaining that the railway wasn't doing well these days, and train attendants had heavy revenue targets. Failing to meet them resulted in a pay cut. There weren't many passengers in the sleeper cars, and she always failed to meet her targets. I asked her how much she earned this trip, and she said 200. I offered to sell her all her newspapers and such, and she exclaimed with delight, "Really?" Then she apologized, and I said, "Consider it a favor. I can ask you to buy train tickets for me later."

She seemed very happy and said to contact her anytime if I needed anything, and even gave me her phone number. As we got to know each other better, I asked if she had a husband. She said yes, he was also a train attendant, but we didn't see each other often. At this point, she asked me for a cigarette and started smoking, blowing smoke rings with practiced ease. "Like a Kuomintang female spy," I said. She laughed and said, "Sometimes when I'm on the night shift and in a hurry, I just smoke for fun, it's not really addictive." I asked if her husband treated her well, and she said he was a rough man, but very good to her. "However, he has a problem, just like you." I thought, "What problem do I have?" She said, "He likes to flirt with women, isn't that the same as you? Hey, you were staring at my legs the other day, what's so interesting about that?" A typical northern woman, speaking bluntly.

I said, "She's pretty, that's why I looked a few more times. What, you won't let me look?" She smiled and said, "You have a wife, huh? Having affairs outside, but keeping your wife at home, right? You businessmen, aren't you all good guys? Your eyes light up at the sight of a woman.

" I was speechless. "A little tired, aren't you going to sleep?" she asked. "I can't sleep," I said. "Thinking about women?"

she said with a smile. Yes. Thinking about you. Can I? Go to hell. But I said it with a smile. She went back to the train conductor's room, sat down, crossed her legs, and stared intently at me. I said, "What are you looking at me for? Trying to seduce me?"

She said, "Come here." I said, "What for?" She said, "Let's sit and chat for a bit, standing is too tiring." After I sat down, she asked me how many girls I'd slept with. I said, "Not many, maybe a hundred or two." She said, "Be careful of getting diseases." I said, "I won't, I'm selective." She jokingly asked me, "How much will you pay me if I sleep with you?" I said, "When I sleep with women, I either don't pay a penny, or I pay thousands." She laughed and said, "Give me ten thousand, and I'll sleep with you."

I said, "Ten thousand is too much, at least thirty thousand." She chuckled, "You said it yourself."

I said, "Afraid I'll run into debt?" She opened a sleeper compartment that wasn't occupied and said, "Come in." I said, "Are you serious?"

She laughed and said, "Are you coming in or not?" I went in. She locked the door. I sat there like I was dreaming, and she sat opposite me, smiling strangely at me. I said, "What are you laughing at?" She said, "Do you think I'm joking?" I said, "No." She suddenly took off her uniform jacket, lifted her skirt, and sure enough, she was wearing flesh-colored stockings with lace trim, her legs were beautiful, just a little thin, and black lace panties. She said, "Only one hour," and then spread her legs and sat on my lap. My God, she was serious. My penis instantly stood up. She said, "Untie it."

I pulled my pants down to my ankles, revealing my erect penis, and let her remain straddling my lap. She said, "We don't have much time, so I won't take off my clothes." I said, "It feels good like this." The warmth of her soft legs seeped through her stockings onto my legs; the stockings were prickly and stimulating. Since I couldn't take off my panties with the garter stockings, I had to part them to reveal the hole surrounded by pubic hair. I touched it a couple of times, and it was already wet. I aimed my penis and thrust it in. With each thrust, she moaned, her buttocks rising and falling in sync with mine. Her opening wasn't very large, tightly gripping my penis; I could feel the warmth of her vaginal walls. I touched her thin buttocks and stroked her slender legs encased in stockings. She moved up and down, her breasts trembling with each movement. I lifted my shirt and pushed up her black bra, revealing her small breasts. I held one in each hand, just enough to grasp them. She said, "Am I too thin?" I said, "Very good, I like it this way." After about a hundred or two thrusts, I saw she was getting tired, so I picked her up, had her hands resting on the railing of the middle bunk, her buttocks facing me. I found the opening from behind and thrust in again, holding her snow-white buttocks as I continued to fuck her. Because she was afraid someone might pass by, she didn't dare to moan loudly. After another hundred or so thrusts, I had her lie on the bunk, spread her legs apart, and fucked her dozens more times. Her hair was disheveled, her face flushed, and she was panting heavily. I asked if I could ejaculate inside. She said it was okay. I ejaculated quickly.

She straightened her clothes and hair and said, "Can I pay now?" I said, "Wait a minute, I'll go get it for you.

But I don't have that much cash, I'll send it to you." She laughed and said, "You think I'm really that kind of person?

I only slept with you because you're quite handsome and interesting. Otherwise, let alone thirty thousand, three hundred thousand, three million, I wouldn't let you touch me." I hugged her and kissed her. She said her husband often cheated on her, so this was her way of getting revenge. She checked her watch and said, "We'll open in 20 minutes. Go back to sleep, and when you wake up, it'll all be a dream." I was a little reluctant to leave her and said, "Can I see your legs?" She smiled, lifted her skirt, took off her stockings, and laid her legs on the bed for me to kiss and caress. She had the thinnest legs of any woman I'd ever been with—white and flawless. I snatched her stockings and said, "Keep them as a souvenir." She quickly said no, she only had this one. I put them in my pocket, refusing to give them to her. She had no choice but to eventually take off her underwear and give them to me. I don't usually have this kind of fetish, but today, for some reason, I just wanted these things. When it was time to open, she came out with me to the washroom to touch up her clothes, and then said, "Go to sleep." Seeing how reluctant I was to leave, she said, "We'll see each other again." Only then did I go back to my bed. I lay down on my bunk, took out her stockings and panties, and smelled them, enjoying her scent and reminiscing about her vagina until I fell asleep. The next morning, when I went to wash up, the train attendant was no longer her; a repulsive middle-aged woman had taken her place. She asked me, "Are you the one who helped our carriage with the task?" I quickly said yes and gave her two hundred yuan. She thanked me.

I asked her what time the train attendant from the previous night changed shifts, and she said six o'clock. Six o'clock—I had already gotten off the train by then

. I had an urgent matter to attend to on my return trip, so I took a plane and never had time to take this train again. I called her once; her gruff husband answered, and I hung up without saying a word.

I hid her stockings and panties in my old apartment. Sometimes when I went there to get something, I would take them out and reminisce about the slender thighs and wet vulva of that bold female train attendant.

[The End]

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