Special services of a super train in a certain place

An announcement came over the loudspeaker in the waiting hall: "Passengers taking the Z17 direct train from xx to xx, please
proceed to waiting room 1 for ticket inspection and boarding."

"Is this your first time riding the Z-train?" a colleague asked.

This colleague is usually very kind to me at work; recently, when my company sent me on a business trip, she gave me a ride to the airport and saw me
off.

"Yes, it just opened, and I don't get to go to xx very often."

"Oh? Then I'm sure you'll choose the Z17 again when you go to xx in the future."

"Yes, my sister said the Z-train is currently the best in the country—spacious and comfortable, with friendly and polite service, and
the ticket price is very reasonable; it's definitely great value for money. A month ago, she and her brother-in-law took the Z17 on their vacation to xx, and since then, her brother-in-law
has taken this train several times on business trips."

"Did your brother-in-law say anything?" my colleague asked.

“Brother-in-law? He only said there was a chance to try the Z train! But then he didn't say anything else, looking like he was recalling something.” “Oh!” My colleague looked down, but I noticed he seemed to be smiling meaningfully, as if he agreed

.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing! You’ll find out when the time comes… ” “

Find out ?” ― ... I was startled, thinking I'd gone to the wrong place, because the female flight attendant standing at the carriage door was wearing a dark blue suit similar to a flight attendant's uniform—a knee-length pencil skirt, glossy sheer stockings, black mid-heeled shoes, a white pointed-collar shirt, a colorful scarf around her neck, and a white-trimmed flight attendant's cap. Her hair was neatly styled in a bun at the back, making her look youthful and cute while exuding a noble and elegant air. "Sir, your ticket..." the flight attendant's friendly reminder brought me back to my senses, and I quickly handed her my ticket. While she was checking the ticket, I finally had a chance to secretly observe her up close. She was a breathtakingly beautiful woman with large, bright, and expressive eyes, their dark pupils gleaming, complemented by long, curled eyelashes; delicate, crescent-shaped eyebrows; a straight nose; and slightly oval, closed lips painted a pinkish-red hue. Her face was round and symmetrical, her full cheeks slightly rounded, adorned with light makeup and a subtle blush . Her features were remarkably defined. Her bangs were neatly trimmed, and her long, glossy black hair was combed back and neatly pinned up . She wasn't tall, about half a head shorter than me, perhaps around 1.65 meters, with a beautifully curvaceous figure. "Hello! I'm the train attendant for this carriage. It's a pleasure to serve you!" she said with a smile, handing my ticket back to me. How fragrant! A delightful aroma filled the air—no wonder she's a beauty! What… what am I thinking! I quickly dismissed the thought and nodded slightly in thanks: "Thank you! But...don't I need to exchange my ticket?" The train attendant shook her head, offering a friendly smile: "The Z-series trains offer star-level service, which means uninterrupted service. The previous door-to-door ticket checks have been replaced with a 'no registration, no ticket exchange' system; there will no longer be attendants pushing food carts through the carriages to sell goods. The food carts will no longer offer push-cart sales; instead, they will offer 'door-to-door delivery.' The food carts will also feature bars, tea rooms, and educational toy rooms; each compartment is equipped with ironing facilities, a toilet for the disabled, environmentally friendly enclosed trash cans, and a fire alarm system; if the weather changes suddenly in a different location, you can rent an umbrella from the attendant after arrival and return it when you board the same train again. The train also offers services such as safekeeping of valuables, printing, photocopying, and wireless internet access—a real business assistant service." "Wow...that sounds really good." " Is this your first time riding a Z-series train?" "Yes!" I replied with a smile. "I hope you enjoy it." The train attendant smiled sweetly and continued serving the other passengers waiting to board. The first impression of the soft sleeper carriages on the Z-train is one of exceptional comfort. Each compartment is like a small room, with the lighting, sound system, and air conditioning already adjusted by the attendants before passengers board. Once inside, passengers are generally undisturbed ; a simple press of a call button is all it takes for assistance. Each compartment has four berths, all decorated in an elegant and warm camel-colored theme. The central control panel between the upper and lower berths includes temperature, airflow, volume, and call buttons, as well as a separate onboard television. There are newly installed personal shoe cabinets under the berths, oval reading lamps at the head of the beds, and a large mirror behind the sliding door. Each berth also features both high and low pillows to meet the needs of different passengers. Besides providing passengers with a peaceful night's sleep, the living quarters, befitting the "soft sleeper lifestyle," are also quite luxurious. At one end of the carriage, the restrooms offer two options: one is a squat toilet, and the other a sit-down toilet. The interior is predominantly a vibrant orange, complemented by large mirrors and overhead spotlights, creating a refreshing and inviting atmosphere. Beyond aesthetics, practicality is also key: pull-out doors save space and facilitate easy access, push-button faucets provide easy access with adjustable hot and cold water, speaker controls allow for volume adjustments, and a call button is available for emergencies. The new restrooms feature enclosed drainage pipes, preventing track contamination. As one of the first new-type trains in the country, the Z-train boasts a safety rating far exceeding that of ordinary trains. The train is equipped with high-tech "electronic ears" and an advanced DMIS dispatching and transportation command management information system, ensuring that train safety is constantly under dynamic monitoring . The newly adopted high-speed train features disc brakes and electronic anti-slip devices, achieving truly "spill-free" operation even at high speeds of 160 km/h, and can smoothly stop within a distance of 1100 to 1400 meters. In the dining car, which has a fully transparent kitchen and a small bar, the set meals are identical to airline food. Main dishes are packaged in silver tin boxes, while snacks and tableware are packaged in cardboard boxes. The former offers options such as sesame white rice, vegetable rice, and noodles; hot dishes include lotus root cakes, stir-fried cauliflower, spiced beef, crystal buns, stir-fried two-color dishes, baked fries, and pan-fried duck breast, among other combinations. The latter contains small...

Plastic containers held cold dishes, bread, desserts, and fruit. With this "food," passengers might
say goodbye to the instant noodles they often eat on trains.

Besides the free meals, the menu and drink list in the dining car show that the average price of stir-fried dishes is around ten yuan, and a Chinese
breakfast set is only 8 yuan; the alcohol selection includes both famous wines costing hundreds of yuan and cheap beer like Libo beer for 5 yuan a can, offering a
wide and reasonable range of prices.

It's truly unbelievable that such good train service exists in China…

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A few hours after the train departed, it quickly entered nighttime travel.

The other three passengers in my compartment were all engrossed in watching TV programs on their berths, but I felt bored
and opened the door to go out into the aisle for some fresh air.

For some reason, my thoughts suddenly drifted to the train attendant, recalling her smiling face.

"Sigh... if only I had a wife like that in this life!"

A sweet voice suddenly rang in my ears. I was so focused that I hadn't noticed the train attendant standing beside me.

"Are you the gentleman who said it was his first time riding our train?" She lowered and straightened the train's curtains, then
turned to me and asked kindly.

"Uh... yes, yes!"

"Are you feeling comfortable?"

"Great! Much better than the express trains I've taken before!"

"That's because our trains are modeled after those in France, ensuring that every passenger enjoys VIP treatment!"

I hadn't known that! It was definitely great value for money.

"Sir, you don't seem to be in good spirits. Are you feeling unwell?" she asked with concern. (Uh... I'm not
unwell...)

I thought to myself, but I couldn't very well admit that I was thinking about her!

"Maybe... because traveling alone is always a bit lonely." Thinking it would be good to chat with this beautiful train attendant
, I replied casually.

"Please come this way! I can help you!" The flight attendant smiled kindly and extended her right hand, palm up,
indicating the direction to proceed.

(This way? Help?) That was quite puzzling.

I didn't think much of it and got up to follow the flight attendant.

She led me to a compartment near the back of the carriage, which seemed to be a rest area for the flight attendants.

"Please come this way..." After we both entered the rest area, she closed the door.

Wow...

there weren't four berths like in a regular compartment, just a sofa by the window.

The flight attendant had me sit on the sofa, then suddenly knelt down, straightened her upper body, and slowly loosened my belt with both hands.
I was startled!

"Miss...Miss! What are you doing?!"

"Didn't you ask me to help you relieve your loneliness?" "What?"

"The way to avoid loneliness is to make passengers as relaxed as possible. Now, please let me serve you in place of your wife. Just make yourself
at home, don't be shy!"

I couldn't believe such service existed! The elegant flight attendant slowly pulled my pants and underwear down to
my knees. My little brother, already erect from surprise, stood straight in front of the flight attendant's face, no longer concealed by my pants.
The flight attendant slightly opened her eyes and smiled, saying, "I've rarely seen one this big!"

I smiled awkwardly, unsure how to respond.

Suddenly, I noticed a foul odor; it was coming from my penis.

Oh no! Yesterday, I didn't even have time to shower because I was rushing to finish documents for a business trip, so today I hurriedly hitched a ride with a colleague to the station
!

However, the flight attendant seemed unconcerned. She picked up a pack of wet wipes and slowly pulled back the foreskin covering my penis,
carefully wiping it clean. She smiled at me occasionally, as if to indicate she didn't mind. The cool sensation of the wet wipes
made my penis grow even larger. After the flight attendant finished wiping my penis, she knelt quietly before me, her face
directly facing my erection.

Could this be real? Like a scene from an adult film.

Suddenly, a surge of blood rushed to my head. I gently supported the back of the flight attendant's head with one hand, and with the other, I guided my
penis to her lips, forcefully prying it open with the glans. The flight attendant seemed startled
, but offered no resistance as I roughly forced my penis into her mouth. The deep penetration of the glans seemed to reach deep into
her throat; she reflexively spat out and coughed a few times.

"I'm sorry!" I felt remorseful for suddenly losing my temper.

"No! It was my fault!" She apologized as if she had done something wrong, and slowly turned her head towards me again.

This time, I inserted myself more slowly, carefully watching my glans and penis slide between the flight attendant's cherry lips.
Suddenly, I wanted to test how far she could take it, so I gently pressed the back of her head to force it in a little more. My penis slid in little by little
, and the flight attendant looked into my eyes, watching me test her to my heart's content. Finally, I pushed all the way in, my entire penis
entering the flight attendant's mouth. I found my scrotum pressed against the flight attendant's chin, my pubic hair brushing against
the tip of her nose, and I could clearly feel her nose.

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