Romantic Encounters on Trains in Those Years

This happened many years ago, around 10 years ago. I was working in Shenzhen at the time, and I remember there was something going on at home that required me to return. I
went back with my then-girlfriend (now my wife, which is why I can't share her name). My hometown is in Hubei. Before high-speed rail, crowded trains were a common
sight . I remember it was a hot day, and while there weren't many standing passengers, all the seated tickets were taken. I had originally wanted to buy tickets with my girlfriend (the train seats two people on one side and three on the other), but
I ended up on the outside of the two-person side, and my girlfriend was on the outside of the three-person side. Although we were next to each other, there was an aisle between us.
Getting on the train was difficult, and given the heat, I became quite restless. The express train from Guangzhou to Wuhan
takes 13 hours, usually departing late in the afternoon and arriving the next morning. The train had air conditioning, and after settling into our seats, we gradually cooled down. The girl sitting inside by the window was probably
around 20 years old, quite pretty, wearing a skirt, and had a faint fragrance. What struck me most was her very full breasts. After about two hours of driving, around midnight, the train quieted down, and
some people were already asleep.
I wanted to sleep too, but I couldn't fall asleep leaning against the seat. I thought about resting my head on the table, but it was covered in other people's things. Anyone who's been on a train knows this is a common
situation , so I just picked up my phone and read a novel. After a while, the girl next to me also got sleepy
and leaned against the window to sleep. This meant her legs were inevitably stretched out towards me. When I looked down at my book, I noticed her feet; they were quite small and plump, with pink nail polish. She was wearing a skirt that wasn't too
long or too short, and when she leaned back naturally, the skirt rode up, almost revealing her thighs. Up until this point, I still didn't really have any thoughts, nor did I dare to, because
my girlfriend wasn't asleep yet!
After what seemed like at least two hours, I couldn't stay awake any longer. My eyes were too heavy to keep open. The two people opposite me were asleep, and most of the people on the bus were asleep too, with only a few
chatting quietly.
I leaned back and fell asleep. So now I always think that if I can't sleep at night, it's because I'm not exhausted yet
. When I'm really tired, I can fall asleep standing up. I don't know how long I slept, but I vaguely felt someone rubbing my legs against me. I couldn't open my eyes and ignored it. After a while, they rubbed a few more times, and I got a little annoyed
. I opened my eyes and immediately lost all sleepiness. As I mentioned before, the girl was sleeping against the inside, her feet on the floor, wearing a skirt. Imagine, sleeping like that is actually quite uncomfortable, so she took off her sandals, put her feet on the seat,
bent her legs, and hugged them to sleep. I don't know if I've described it clearly! At this point, a problem arises: she was wearing a skirt, and this position couldn't completely cover her legs, especially since
her legs were facing me directly. The thing that had been rubbing against my legs was her feet. So, if I turned my head, I could see directly what was under her skirt. The car lights weren't very bright, but my angle was perfect. Underneath the skirt were slightly fleshy thighs,
and underneath that, a pure white pair of underwear, which looked like cotton. But it was this innocent look that aroused me, and I couldn't sleep anymore. People don't think about things until they see them, and then all sorts of strange
thoughts started popping into my head.
Because of her sitting posture, her legs would naturally slide outwards, so her feet needed something to brace against, and that place was my thigh. She was already
asleep , completely unaware of this, occasionally kicking me with her feet, which I found a little funny—using my thigh as a shield. So I slowly lowered my hand and placed it where her feet met my thigh.
At first, my palm was facing inward, then outward. It might seem like a quick thing now, but back then,
this ten minutes, my mind completely focused. Now her feet were basically in the palm of my hand. At first, I didn't dare move; I was terrified. Terrified of what? I don't know, just terrified,
my eyes constantly darting between her legs. Because that sleeping position was uncomfortable, she kept shifting, causing her underwear to be pulled into that slit. At this point, I could vaguely see some tender flesh and a few pubic
hairs peeking out. After a while of struggling, my hand finally moved, slowly resting on her calf.
The instant I touched it, I was extremely nervous, afraid of waking her up; my heart was pounding wildly. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep, then secretly peeked at her. Finding she didn't react, I nervously and
slowly moved my hand upwards. My eyes remained closed throughout, so if she suddenly woke up, I could pretend to be asleep and accidentally place my hand there. My mind seemed to be elsewhere, focused entirely
on my hand; all my senses were transferred to it. (I believe most people have this feeling, like when you're on a crowded bus or subway, right? Men, after all). When my hand moved from her calf to her thigh, I encountered a problem
. My arms are only so long; to reach further, I'd have to move my body, but her legs were constantly pressing against me, preventing me from getting any closer, which was quite frustrating. Actually, the feel of her thigh was very pleasant.
Although I didn't dare apply pressure, just resting it on her skin, the warmth and smoothness from my fingers and palms were quite comfortable. Just as I was enjoying this with my eyes closed, my girlfriend woke up to go to the bathroom, startling me. She thought
I was asleep, but I wasn't. I immediately pulled my hand back, my heart pounding. Fortunately, she didn't notice anything. After using the restroom, she checked her phone messages and fell asleep again. When I turned back to touch her thigh
, I suddenly realized she was awake. I turned around and we made eye contact—it was so awkward
! This lasted for about 5-6 seconds before we both looked away. I was worried she'd caught me touching her thigh, and I felt incredibly anxious. Then I
noticed she had put her foot down, and her face was flushed. I kept thinking she might have discovered something—had she really found me? My emotions were racing; I was
incredibly excited and nervous. This continued for a while until I couldn't take it anymore, so I went to the restroom and washed my face. When I came back, I didn't see her. Had she gone to the restroom too
? I didn't know; I couldn't sleep anyway, so I continued reading my novel. Less than 5 minutes later, the girl came back from the front—she really had gone to the restroom. I stood up to let her pass, then sat down to continue reading. I occasionally
peeked over to the side and saw that she wasn't asleep either, looking at her phone. Sigh, I thought to myself, "That's it, I'm done for." I thought I could enjoy myself a little longer, but now she's probably found out and isn't sleeping. Even so
, I was still savoring the feeling from earlier—it was damn exciting! I read for about half an hour, and my eyes were getting tired. Not because I wanted to sleep, but because my eyes were genuinely tired,
and I was hungry too.
I took off my shoes, stood on the chair, and grabbed my things from the luggage rack. Actually, I didn't bring much; I never like to bring too much stuff when I travel—it's too much trouble. But what could I do? I had my
girlfriend with me, and women always have a lot of stuff. After getting my bag, I sat down, and suddenly a bottle of water fell out of the mesh pocket next to my bag, landing right on the girl next to me. I quickly reached out to catch it, but missed, and
it fell on her. Luckily, it didn't hit her head; if it had, it would have hurt terribly. I quickly apologized and asked if she was hurt. She glanced at me, didn't say anything, and handed me the water bottle that had fallen on her.
Actually, there was water on the table; I was just getting food. I handed her the water again, saying I had more, and she could have some. She didn't stand on ceremony, took it, but didn't drink it, and put it on the table. Then I ate,
drank water, and after all that fuss, I finally felt a little better. But it was already past midnight, the dead of night, and the car was too quiet. I was really tired. The girl next to me was probably also getting tired
, but she didn't seem to want to sleep, and I didn't know why. Was it because I felt embarrassed when I noticed her kicking her legs while she was sleeping? Or did she realize that the scenery in the group chat had been exposed? Or did she realize that I was touching
her? I could only guess at various possibilities. After a while, I couldn't sit still anymore, but I didn't want to sleep sitting up. I put everything on the table in front of me on the floor, and put the larger items under the chair to make
room for the small table. Although I made room, the table was actually very small. One person could lie down and sleep, but two people couldn't really lie down on it. I didn't care about that, and I lay down with my hands on my stomach.
When I lay down, I deliberately left some space, thinking that if the girl next to me wanted to sleep later, she could also sleep for a while. After falling asleep, I vaguely felt someone squeeze in next to me, and there was also a faint fragrance coming
over . My mind suddenly went blank.
Then I felt a similar sensation on my calf (I was wearing shorts). I realized it must be the girl's calf touching mine. All sleepiness vanished, and my entire attention was focused on her calf. Since our calves were
still a couple more times, and this time she
moved her foot away. Sleeping face down usually involves crossing your arms on a table and resting your head on your arm—that's common sense. But here's the problem: with my hands crossed, the backs of my hands were facing outwards, and I
felt pressure on the back of my other hand. I tried pressing it with the back of my hand—it was soft! Holy crap, could it be her breasts? I immediately lowered my head, resting my forehead on my elbow, and glanced sideways. And sure
enough, it was breasts. Instantly, I was wide awake again, a worm crawling all over my mind. The first time I nudged her, I didn't pay much attention, thinking it was her elbow. But now, with the back of my hand pressed against her chest
, I was completely too scared to move. She was also lying face down on the table, asleep. I didn't know if she felt it, and I didn't see her move. I was so nervous! I held the back of my hand against her chest for what felt like
an eternity, maybe several minutes, without daring to move. But my mind was starting to wander. I focused, tightened my grip, and moved the back of my hand slightly, then immediately
turned to check her reaction. No reaction? Absolutely no reaction. It seemed she was truly asleep. So, I mustered my courage and used a little more force, moving the hand against her chest a few more times. I must say, her breasts
were large and soft, even with a bra on. Without a bra, I imagine it would feel even better. Looking at her reaction again, she still seemed unresponsive. So, I slowly turned my hand over and placed the
palm against her chest. The moment my fingers and palms touched her soft breasts, I felt an explosive surge of pleasure! How to describe it? It was like an electric current shooting through my entire body. At that time, I had been living with my girlfriend for
over two years. Actually, I had pretty much explored her body, except for her anus; everything else was quite well-developed. In other words, I wasn't a particularly sexually active person. But the feeling at that moment was incredibly pleasurable and
stimulating. Peeking over, I noticed she still didn't react much. I hadn't pressed down hard enough, so the lack of reaction seemed normal, but it only fueled my desire. My fingers slowly increased
pressure , gently kneading her breasts, following their shape. It seemed she was still wearing a tank top, because slowly, I actually touched her small nipples. The moment I touched her nipples, she suddenly moved,
startling me so much that I quickly withdrew my hand and pretended to be asleep again. She seemed to sense something, raised her head, looked in my direction, hesitated for a moment, or perhaps she was just too tired, and then fell asleep again.
At this point, I dared not move at all. It was alright before, but moving now would be intentional. Although I was
indeed doing it on purpose, she didn't know. I kept peeking at her, and after a while, I felt her calf press against me again. A little uneasy began to creep into my mind. If she truly disliked it,
this shouldn't have happened again. Think about it: if you disliked someone, you wouldn't touch them again. That's what I thought, but I was unwilling to just move away; after all, the smooth feel of a girl's calf was quite pleasant.
However I also thought, if she truly disliked it, it might just be because she was too sleepy and acting unconsciously—that could also be explained! So, with a slight sense of reluctance, I deliberately moved my foot away. The waiting time was excruciating. Although it might only have been a few minutes, those few minutes
felt like hours.
I was testing her psychology! She definitely wasn't asleep; I could see that when I peeked. If she truly disliked it, she would simply sit up. If she wasn't averse to it, was there
even a hint of anticipation? While I was lost in thought, her lower leg brushed against me again. Now I was absolutely certain that she didn't seem to mind our contact. It seemed my suspicions were correct.
To confirm this, I reached out again and slowly placed my palm on her chest. The instant my hand touched her, she shifted slightly, but not much, and
didn't lift her head, remaining lowered as if asleep. I knew she must have felt it and wasn't resisting. My excitement was palpable; the confidence and courage I felt soared like a bird taking flight.
She had anticipated it! Haha! At this point, I had no more reservations and
became bolder. The pressure from my hand increased, and while kneading, my lower leg wasn't idle either, constantly rubbing against her thigh. My palm felt her
nipples harden, so I pinched them with my fingers and occasionally slid them quickly back and forth. Throughout the entire process, her body trembled slightly, and she kept her head down, pretending to be asleep. I thought to myself, "Even in this situation
, you're still pretending." Since you're still pretending, I won't hold back. I stopped pretending to be asleep, sat up, and
leaned closer. One hand went around her from behind, kneading one breast, while the other hand reached down, playing with that breast. If someone walked by from behind at this moment, they would think we were a couple. [The text abruptly ends here.]
After a while, I reached down and slowly lifted her skirt, placing it on her smooth thigh. She was lying face down on the table, her head bowed, so she could see everything I did
. Because of this, I wanted her to watch as I put my hand inside her thigh. My hand gently caressed her inner thigh, then I lifted her leg onto mine, opening it wide. The
moment my hand touched her panties, she suddenly reached out and blocked my hand, pulling it away forcefully. At this point, I was practically half-lying on her back, my mouth right next to her ear. I softly
asked . I didn't know if she meant she was uncomfortable or trying to stop my hand from going any further. I ignored her and continued my assault. She was definitely not as strong as me, and when
I touched her panties again, she finally spoke, saying in a very soft voice, "No." At this point, you say no and that's it? I certainly wasn't going to give up so easily. I continued running my hand over her underwear,
already able to feel the shape of her labia. As my movements quickened, her cotton underwear became damp. She tried to pull my hand away, but I was too strong. I pulled her
underwear aside and slid it inside. It was already overflowing with fluid; her labia were slick and wet. Since I couldn't look down, I could only touch her. I could feel that her labia were small, her vulva like a slit.
The small protrusion at her clitoris was hard, and the pubic hair was sparse and soft. I knew her sensations must be intense; although she kept trying to block me with her hand, her body was behaving itself. When
I inserted my fingers into her vagina, she again blocked me forcefully, this time with so much force that I couldn't penetrate. She turned her face to look at me, almost pleadingly whispering, "Don't go in,
please don't go in." I smiled and whispered in her ear, "Your body is very honest." Her face was flushed, her eyes were glazed, and her expression of unwillingness yet helplessness was incredibly alluring. As I pinched her cleavage hard with my
other hand, she suddenly let out a soft moan, and then my hand went limp, allowing me to easily slip my fingers inside.

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