Memories of Time 2

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Part Two: A Train Journey

It was summer vacation during my fourth grade year. I wanted to go back to my maternal grandmother's house to play with my cousin, but my parents had already used up their annual family visit leave during the Spring Festival. After a night of disappointment, my mother came home from work the next day and told me that one of her colleagues, Aunt Li, would be going back to her hometown to visit relatives in the next few days. Aunt Li and my mother were from the same place, and she could take me to my grandmother's house by train. My aunt only needed to pick me up at the station.
Aunt Li was young, in her early twenties, with a quiet and refined appearance, and wore black celluloid glasses. She had been assigned to our factory as a technician after graduating from university in 1987. I was young then, and I didn't pay much attention to a woman's appearance when addressed as "aunt." I just found Aunt Li very kind and spoke softly. Looking back now, I think she was definitely a smart and beautiful young woman at the time. Because she wasn't married, she had two opportunities to visit her hometown each year—the Spring Festival and the summer vacation. Married women only had one such opportunity per year. This was probably the common family visit policy in state-owned enterprises back then.
At my mother's behest, Aunt Li took me by bus from our small town where our factory was located to the provincial capital. From there, we would buy train tickets to my maternal grandmother's house. Because it was the starting station, we were more likely to get seats. Back then, trains were still old-fashioned green carriages, and sleeper tickets were extremely difficult to obtain. So, we were considered very lucky to get seats and travel back to my grandmother's house. My grandmother's house was in the capital of another province, and enduring a journey of over thirty hours without seats would have been incredibly miserable. During my first-grade winter vacation, my parents took me back to our hometown. Because we couldn't get seats, we sat by the door in the connecting area between the carriages. I could only sit on my father's travel bag with the word "Shanghai" written on it and doze off. By the time we got off the train, my feet were swollen.
Train travel in those days was like a mobile prison. It was crowded, and we were sitting on one side of a two-seater train. I sat by the window, and Aunt Li sat on the aisle side to protect me. Sometimes, when it was too crowded, people would borrow Aunt Li's seat to rest their feet, so we had to squeeze as close to the window as possible. At those times, Aunt Li would use her arm to protect my head, and I could only lean against her chest and armpit. Aunt Li smelled wonderful, a light fragrance, and I even thought there was a hint of milky scent, making me not want to leave her embrace.
Relieving oneself on the train was a big hassle. You had to navigate through the crowds of people standing or sitting in the aisle, and when you finally reached the toilet, you hoped you wouldn't see the red "Occupied" sign. During the more than thirty-hour journey, Aunt Li and I definitely needed to relieve ourselves. I remember most clearly that Aunt Li relieved herself three times (small hands) and once (large hands).
We boarded the train at 7:30 in the morning, and after we finished our first lunch on the train, around 1 or 2 pm, Aunt Li needed to relieve herself. The bus was crowded, and my mother had told Aunt Li to keep an eye on me before we left. So, Aunt Li gave up her seat to a couple standing next to us and led me to the restroom. When we got to the restroom door and saw the "No One Here" sign, she told me to stand there and wait for her to come out before turning the doorknob to go in. As soon as I entered the restroom, I heard Aunt Li gasp softly. I peeked out and saw a burly man sitting by the sink with his feet on the windowsill. When he saw someone enter the restroom, he muttered, "Why is it another woman?" I guessed that if it were a man urinating, he probably wouldn't have come out. This middle-aged migrant worker-looking man muttered to himself as he walked out the door.
Aunt Li was probably startled. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bathroom. After locking the door, she clutched her chest and whispered, "Oh my god, that scared me to death! That person looked so menacing. I didn't dare leave you alone in the hallway."
Perhaps because I was so small and thin, looking like a little kid, Aunt Li probably didn't see me as a man. She turned her back to me, pulled up her skirt, took off her underwear, squatted down, and peed.
Her skirt was pulled up above her waist when she peed, and when I looked down, I saw a round, white butt right in front of me. The sound of the urine hitting the metal urinal echoed in my ears, making me instantly hard. I quickly turned to face the window, my right hand on the sink, and my left hand carefully covering the tent in my shorts, afraid that Aunt Li would turn around and see it. I wouldn't know how to explain that. I could only squint and continue to stare at her large buttocks. At the end of her tailbone was a charming pink slit, the color deepening as it went down. I even thought that if I were any shorter, I could probably see Aunt Li's anus. This thought made it impossible for me to go limp.
Perhaps she had been holding it in for a while, because Aunt Li urinated for almost a minute before the sound of urine splashing on the toilet bowl became barely audible. Then she carefully and gently wiggled her buttocks, and in that up-and-down motion, I caught a glimpse of her small, slightly reddish-brown anus, with a little urine still on it. I saw Aunt Li take out a piece of toilet paper and quickly wipe between her legs, then get up, pull up her underwear, and lower her skirt.
Because my shorts were still pitching, just as Aunt Li turned to open the door, I said, "Auntie, I need to pee too." Before she could reply, I half-bent over, avoiding her gaze, straddling the toilet bowl, and carefully pulled out my erect penis from the side of my shorts, afraid she would see something.
I didn't know if Aunt Li could see my throbbing penis standing behind me. Anyway, I couldn't pee for a long time, and my face was probably a little red. Aunt Li teased me from behind,
"What's wrong? Can't pee even if Auntie sees?"
I could only nod shyly. Aunt Li turned her head to the window and said,
"Little kid, still shy? Our luggage is on the shelf, hurry up and pee, then we have to go back to our seats."
With Aunt Li's words, I slowly recovered, and, holding my gradually softening penis, I tried to squeeze out some urine…

The journey was hard, and finally, night fell.
I leaned against the window, dozing off, when suddenly I noticed Aunt Li's arm around my head again. I knew someone else wanted to sit next to Aunt Li and rest. I was also a little sleepy. When Aunt Li put her arm around me, I instinctively turned to face her, rested my face against her breast, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the faint scent of her breasts, gradually falling asleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but Aunt Li gently shook me awake and pulled me directly to the toilet. I let her lead me to the toilet. Perhaps seeing I was still half asleep, Aunt Li pulled me in again, maybe because she didn't want me to be dozing off alone by the toilet and cause any problems.
Once inside, Aunt Li let go of my hand and stood on the toilet bowl, so I naturally squatted down against the wall. Actually, I gradually woke up as Aunt Li led me to the toilet; my first thought was of that big, white butt I'd seen during the day. So, once inside, I pretended to be half-asleep and squatted against the wall. With my eyes half-closed, I watched Aunt Li lift her skirt, take off her underwear, and squat down. She glanced back at me, saw me squatting against the wall with a sleepy look on my face, and then ignored me.
In the dim light, Aunt Li's big, white butt swayed with the train's movement. After a splash, I heard a small, suppressed fart, followed by a sour, foul odor that slowly filled the entire bathroom.
I quietly glanced up at Aunt Li's head and saw that she had her head buried deep near her chest, her hands tightly gripping the toilet hose on the wall in front of her, her big buttocks slightly raised, and she was making soft "hmm" sounds.
Aunt Li's buttocks were raised at an angle that was directly facing the angle from which I was looking at her. I could see a short, yellowish piece of feces hanging from her small anus. As the little hole contracted, it fell directly into the toilet bowl. I could finally see clearly the little anus that I had been fantasizing about all day. It was still contracting, and the folds and even the remaining feces were clearly visible.
I slowly lowered my head, seemingly pretending to be getting more and more sleepy. Actually, I was afraid that Aunt Li would suddenly turn around and see me staring at her big buttocks, and I also hoped that I could see Aunt Li's vulva from a lower angle. Finally, I saw it. Those two slightly parted labia, like a small mouth, kept opening and closing. I felt as if my face was inches from those tender flesh. A milky scent of a woman's genitals mixed with a not-too-pungent odor wafted towards me. I could even see the urine on the labia glistening, forming tiny droplets that swayed slowly with the train's movement, gradually gathering at the end of a long, elongating strand of white discharge flowing from the vaginal opening. As the little anus and the delicate, tender vaginal opening contracted again, the white discharge continued to lengthen, stubbornly clinging to the end. Below Aunt Li's vaginal opening, the glistening drop of urine hanging from the end of the white discharge finally fell onto the feces in the toilet bowl. At the same time, the long white discharge, as if unable to bear the weight, also fell onto the golden clump...
After Aunt Li contracted her little anus and labia again, she softly hummed an unknown lullaby. I immediately closed my eyes, afraid that she would suddenly turn around. After a while, I dared to slowly open my eyes a crack. Just then, Aunt Li turned around and took out toilet paper from the side pocket of her skirt. I don't know if she saw my half-closed eyes, but at least she didn't show me anything. Aunt Li rubbed the toilet paper in her hand, and with her right hand, she reached behind her back to gently wipe her small anus. After throwing away the toilet paper, she changed the angle and inserted another piece of toilet paper from below her abdomen to wipe her vulva. I also leaned my head against the wall and watched Aunt Li elegantly wipe her buttocks and vulva.
When Aunt Li got up, bent down, and patted my shoulder to try and wake me, I pretended to be groggy and stood up, ready to take off my pants to pee. I felt Aunt Li chuckle softly, and she helped me stand in front of the toilet. I pulled out my erect penis and pointed it forward, my head nodding as if I was still dazed. Seeing me like this, Aunt Li said impatiently,
"Don't sleep anymore, go back to sleep after you're done."
I pretended to be unsteady, leaned against Aunt Li, closed my eyes in blissful inhalation of her scent, and then ejaculated into the toilet…

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