Passion with a stranger on the train back to school

I took the train home for the holidays. I boarded and got a lower berth. There was already a middle-aged man sitting in the aisle, wearing a suit. I figured he was probably a junior manager. Later, when he got his things, he realized he was sleeping in the upper berth. When I dragged my suitcase to my seat, I glanced at the bed opposite me. It was a handsome man; I hadn't realized he was quite tall until he stood up. He watched me put down my luggage, take off my coat, and put on my backpack without any embarrassment. It was going to be a long journey; just thinking about it made me nervous. The man opposite me was named Chen, I think. Later I learned his surname was Chen. He kept walking back and forth, getting hot water and making instant noodles. What left me speechless was that he took off his jeans and changed into athletic shorts right in front of me. How come he didn't seem embarrassed at all?! After he finished, he sat down to eat his instant noodles. He ate his noodles. I realized it wasn't good to stare at him, so I turned around, propped up my pillow, and lay down. Touching this and that, I even put on my MP3 player. He ate his noodles… After he finished, I still didn't know what to do. In short, the feeling he gave me was that when he wasn't eating noodles or playing on his phone, he was just staring at me. It made it hard for me to look away! I guess it's because I have big breasts! Once I wasn't hot anymore, I put my jacket back on. People with big breasts know this makes it easier to move around, otherwise it's awkward… I boarded the train around 9 am. The older man and two other people were chatting in the aisle. I lay there, staring out the window where the older man was. I was hungry. I got up at 6 am, ate a slice of bread my mom bought. Chen was eating instant noodles, which made me want to. So I got up to find my instant noodles. He watched me busy myself again… When I found them, I immediately stood at the carriage door in my cloth shoes, looking outside. Although I've taken many trains, I still don't know which way is the hot water dispenser. And I'm nearsighted, not severely, but enough to make it difficult for me to see the hot water dispenser clearly. I sat down a little dejectedly, ready to put my shoes back on and look for it. He spoke up!! Chen finally spoke up!! He pointed and said, "The hot water is over there." I glanced at him, expressionless, and said, "Oh, okay." I didn't even say thank you... and went to make instant noodles. I slowly got water and came back to make the noodles. While waiting for the noodles, I still didn't know what to do... I wonder if you guys ever feel like this when you're on the train, always not knowing what to do. The worst part is that the person opposite me keeps staring at me... I'm not that good-looking! To put it nicely, I'm half-baked with a baby face and big breasts. But my friends all think I've been through a lot and am not a naive person. Then when he saw me come back, he spoke again. "The noodles are ready?" I especially hate it when people ask questions they already know the answer to. Watching you eat, asking, "Have you eaten?" Watching you eat chicken, asking, "Oh, are you having chicken today?" You can see it, can't you?! So I nodded and said, "Yeah, that's right." Okay, the noodles are ready. But I'm most afraid of burning myself, so I opened the lid and let it cool down. I envy those people who can eat freshly cooked food right away. Aren't you guys burning yourselves? Just when I felt it was ready to eat, and I started to eat, two men came up. They were Chen's colleagues. They were chatting, and I ate awkwardly. Actually, I'm not a reserved person, otherwise what happened later wouldn't have happened. It's just that I don't like eating in small spaces or in front of strangers. It feels weird. So I ate awkwardly, listening to their conversation. It was all fragmented, mostly nonsense. Men, you know. Then the two men went to smoke. I thought to myself, I really want to smoke too!!! This is the inconvenience of going out alone; there are too many things to see, even wanting to smoke is a hassle. When I finished eating, the two men came back. I threw away the trash and sat there, lost in thought, listening to them talk. Suddenly, the man wearing Sakuragi Hanamichi shorts said, "Let's play cards, it's so boring." I looked at him. Based on my childhood admiration for Sakuragi Hanamichi, I looked at him and quickly sized him up. His surname was Xu. He was my type. He had a bright smile. Instantly, my liking for this group increased. Seeing me looking at them, Chen immediately said, "We're playing cards, you should play too." Because of my fondness for Canlan Xu, I said, "Okay, but I don't know if I understand the game you're playing." Then they said, "You've been studying here for so long, do you know which game you play?" We played like this from 1 PM until about 6 PM. I talked to Canlan Xu the whole time. They also laughed heartily at my irregular Mandarin, a truly harmonious scene, worthy of being selected as a "Harmonious Carriage"! Chen was really bad at cards. That other guy (named Hua) was someone I really didn't want to be with; Canlan Xu and I were having a lot of fun winning. Because Chen played so badly, Hua suggested we switch seats and take turns. That's more efficient. Later, when Chen sat next to me, his legs were pressing against my knees while we were playing. (I was sitting cross-legged) I didn't mind, because Canlan Xu was keeping me entertained. And so, the sun set. Everyone was tired, and Canlan Xu said he was hungry and suggested ordering takeout. I don't like food, but since he said it, I said, "Okay." Canlan Xu and Hua weren't in our carriage, as you might have noticed. So, during dinner, Chen and I were alone together again. But this time, I didn't mind talking to him. I even gave him all my food, including the dishes I didn't like. It was so harmonious. After dinner, he even helped me take out the trash… It was getting dark, and Canlan and the others weren't coming over. I was so disappointed. I asked Chen, and he said they were online. Disappointed, I logged onto QQ. Chen added me on QQ. The train signal was terrible. It kept dropping the connection. He would send me a suggestive emoji every now and then. The third one in the first row of QQ's custom emojis… I didn't pay him any mind. I just took it as a joke. Time passed so slowly, and the uncle disappeared. Chen suggested watching a movie. We both had laptops, but he said his computer was about to run out of battery. I said I charged it before leaving, so it should have some left. When I turned it on, I found there was only half an hour left! What's wrong with this computer?! By the time the computer gave a low battery warning, we had successfully copied the unfinished "Two Fools' Absurdity" into my MP3 player. Then I put it on his computer to watch. During this time, Canlan Xu came by and saw us watching a movie, asking what we were watching. I happily introduced it as a comedy, saying it was very good. He said, "I don't watch comedies." I was so disappointed!!! Then he said he was going back to sleep. Chen opened his computer, and I found a sticker of his girlfriend lying under the touchpad. I didn't have any particular thoughts; if I did, it was just a sense of contempt for this kind of person. I was very focused on the movie, but his hand was on my butt, and I could feel the heat. I already knew he was an extremely repressed pervert. His computer battery was also low. We started chatting in our respective seats. The older man climbed into bed and went to sleep. We chatted quietly. His hand would occasionally, intentionally or unintentionally, touch mine, and I would pull away. Later, I asked him, "What's your zodiac sign?" He said Virgo. I said, "Oh, this month. Valentine's Day is coming up at midnight." He said, "Huh? Today's my birthday!" I just realized. I was half-convinced, "Oh, then happy birthday!" He said, "Happy Valentine's Day to you later too." I said, "What's there to be happy about? I've never celebrated it." He said, "I'll keep you company," but I didn't say anything. His hand kept touching me. Actually, I just felt he was being overly affectionate. I went to sit on a chair in the aisle of the next carriage. The kid there was leaning over, head propped up, looking out the window. I started playing with his blanket. Chen sat next to me on the chair. The kid didn't play with me. I started spacing out. Chen started talking to me, and I responded half-heartedly. He seemed happy, but I was a little tired. Then he took my arm. It was an arm-link. The kind where a woman takes a man's arm. I immediately pulled my arm away, thinking, "Why are you being so sweet? I'm not your woman." I said, "Let's go back." After chatting for a few minutes, he noticed I was getting bored. He said, "Don't you have an MP3 player? Let's listen to some music, then go to sleep." I said, "You're still paying attention to a lot of things about me." I knew in my heart that if two people were sharing one earphone and two in-ear monitors, how close would they have to sit?! Let's see how he reacts. I said, "Come on." He asked me, "What kind of music do you listen to?" I said, "JB." He said, "Huh?" I said, "See for yourself." That summer, I listened to James Blunt the whole time—on my way to my grandma's house, while stranded at the train station, on the long-distance bus home from Nanchang. I listened to it constantly. JB is my abbreviation for them. I just listened to the music blankly. It's not that I wasn't in a hurry at all, because if he didn't do something, I would go to sleep immediately. I was wondering if he could even understand what the songs were about. He was talking to me, but I couldn't hear him very clearly because my mind was wandering. He took my hand. I'm chubby, and my hands are like my dad's, thick and chubby. He just kept holding it. It was late at night. I didn't mind. It was Valentine's Day. The light of streetlights flashed by occasionally outside. That was the city. I kept looking at him as he talked. I didn't know where he put my hand. When I looked down, I understood. Finally, he kissed me. He kissed me!!I kept my mouth open, not responding to him for the time being. I wanted to assess the situation first. His tongue moved incredibly fast; I thought to myself, "Wow, a tongue can move this fast!" When it was almost time, I took off my headphones. I cherish my MP3 player!! Even though it's just a Philips!!! Then I started responding. Apart from the sound of the train, everything was quiet. I could almost hear my own heartbeat. I could feel my body starting to stir. I did my best to increase the speed of my tongue to meet him! I gently moved my hand, touching his genitals. His tongue quickly moved from my mouth, down my chin, my neck, all the way to my chest. I used to think that because I had big breasts, my nerves weren't sensitive enough. But at that moment, I knew it was just that I hadn't met the right tongue at the right time and place! I leaned back against the carriage wall, feeling his tongue constantly teasing my nipples, feeling the blood rushing to my head. During this time, I didn't do anything else, just grabbed his genitals and gently stroked them. It was still through his athletic shorts and underwear. He was excited, and I was delighted. This was the most ecstatic licking I'd ever experienced on my breasts. When his tongue slipped into my mouth again, I pulled his hand between my thighs. Seeing my response, he excitedly pressed me against the carriage wall, his fingers beginning to caress my clitoris through my underwear. I pushed my tongue deeper into his mouth, my left hand pulling down my underwear to one side, my middle finger pressing against his, and inserting it into my genitals. He slowly pressed me down onto the bed. We quickly pulled off our pants on this small bed, pulling my shirt up to my chest. He said, "Your breasts are so big." I pressed his head against my chest again, and he started licking me. My hand reached for his genitals, grabbed them, and said to him, "Fuck me." He seemed to have never encountered me so blatantly. It seemed to me like a madman. I quickly searched for my wallet; inside was a 003 that my best friend had bought in Hong Kong, which I'd kept in my wallet for fun. Looks like I'll have to use it. He ejaculated as soon as I put the 003 (a type of oral sex toy) into his genitals! Damn, one minute… The worst part is, he dirtied the ten-odd-yuan 003! I think what's disappointing is that he wasted my 003! I don't think one minute is disappointing because I extremely enjoy being hand-held. It's much more enjoyable than being penetrated. So I enjoyed it enough. I got up, carefully put on my pants, and went to the bathroom. I told him I was going to wipe myself. When I came back, he wouldn't leave my bed. I said, "What, aren't you going to sleep?" He said, "Let me hug you." So I lay down and chatted with him for a bit. He marveled at my obvious lewdness. I touched his chest hair. After a while, he said, "That was too exciting, I was a little scared. So I ejaculated quickly, were you scared?" I said, "No." He said, "Really?!" I said, "What's there to be scared of? Nobody knows me, and I don't know them. They got off the bus, and they still didn't know me. When they told this funny story, they still didn't know who I was. What am I afraid of? He said, "Let's do it again!" I looked at him and said, "Are you sure you can handle it?" He yelled, grabbed his "tool," and started working. This time, it was like everyone else's usual routine. The traditional position. I kept looking at his face and moaning, wondering if the older man was asleep. Light from outside shone in intermittently, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, and I watched this unfamiliar face shine and dim in front of me. I pinched his chin and said, "From behind." I absolutely loved doing it from behind. He said, "How from behind?" I rolled over, turning my back to him. I took his hand and grabbed it against my chest, saying, "Put it in." I kept my butt sticking out; it was a thrilling friction. My head was tilted back, my body tense. I kept wondering if the older man in the upper bunk was asleep. He gently nibbled on my earlobe, and my hand grabbed his hand and my chest. He kept calling me "baby." I didn't even know who he was calling. Amid my moans, he ejaculated. Then he said to me, "That was so exciting." This time, I didn't get up and put on my pants quickly because I was still a little dazed. I remember when he was doing it, the outside light flashed in, and his forehead was covered in sweat. I think it's very sexy for a man to be covered in sweat during sex. I put my hand on his navel, sliding it down to his chest through the sweat. I pulled it out from his collar, stroked his neck, touched his lips, and then put my fingers in his mouth. At that moment, I thought of my ex-boyfriend. That year, whenever I kissed or slept with anyone, I would suddenly hold their head and stare at it for a long time, telling myself that this wasn't him, this wasn't him. Yes, it wasn't him. I said I was sleepy and wanted to go to sleep. He kept touching my chest and wouldn't let go. Actually, the space wasn't cramped, although it looked small. He said, "Do you want to sleep with me?" I said, "No. Go back to your bed." Just like that, I kicked him back. I turned around and hugged my backpack. The sound of the train was rhythmically ringing in my ears, and there were still flashes of bright light as we passed highways and cities. I didn't feel much sadness and slept until dawn. Before dawn, the uncle in the upper bunk got off the train. I glanced at him sleepily, making sure he didn't have a chance to take a picture of me and post it online, then turned over and went back to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, it was already past ten. As I turned over, I saw Chen watching me. He'd been watching me for a whole day and night, wasn't he bored?! Seeing I was awake, he reached out and touched my chest again! How much do you men like touching breasts?! He waved to me. I knew he wanted to say goodbye. I stepped forward. He hugged me and kissed me. I quickly pursed my lips; after all, he didn't actually kiss my lips. I hate men who are so indecisive. Then he left. I let out a long sigh. Looking down, I realized he hadn't taken his computer. Even now, I regret being so kind as to tell him he hadn't taken his computer! A few days after returning to school, I blacklisted Chen. Because he was annoying, and he seemed to be reminiscing about it. But I felt it was all in the past, and once it was over, it was over. So, I've concluded that I should never exchange contact information again.I remember when he was doing it, the outside light flashed in, and his forehead was covered in sweat. I think it's very sexy for a man to be covered in sweat during sex. I put my hand on his navel, sliding it down to his chest through the sweat. I pulled it out from his collar, stroked his neck, touched his lips, and then put my fingers in his mouth. At that moment, I thought of my ex-boyfriend. That year, whenever I kissed or slept with anyone, I would suddenly hold their head and stare at it for a long time, telling myself that this wasn't him, this wasn't him. Yes, it wasn't him. I said I was sleepy and wanted to go to sleep. He kept touching my chest and wouldn't let go. Actually, the space wasn't cramped, although it looked small. He said, "Do you want to sleep with me?" I said, "No. Go back to your bed." Just like that, I kicked him back. I turned around and hugged my backpack. The sound of the train was rhythmically ringing in my ears, and there were still flashes of bright light as we passed highways and cities. I didn't feel much sadness and slept until dawn. Before dawn, the uncle in the upper bunk got off the train. I glanced at him sleepily, making sure he didn't have a chance to take a picture of me and post it online, then turned over and went back to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, it was already past ten. As I turned over, I saw Chen watching me. He'd been watching me for a whole day and night, wasn't he bored?! Seeing I was awake, he reached out and touched my chest again! How much do you men like touching breasts?! He waved to me. I knew he wanted to say goodbye. I stepped forward. He hugged me and kissed me. I quickly pursed my lips; after all, he didn't actually kiss my lips. I hate men who are so indecisive. Then he left. I let out a long sigh. Looking down, I realized he hadn't taken his computer. Even now, I regret being so kind as to tell him he hadn't taken his computer! A few days after returning to school, I blacklisted Chen. Because he was annoying, and he seemed to be reminiscing about it. But I felt it was all in the past, and once it was over, it was over. So, I've concluded that I should never exchange contact information again.I remember when he was doing it, the outside light flashed in, and his forehead was covered in sweat. I think it's very sexy for a man to be covered in sweat during sex. I put my hand on his navel, sliding it down to his chest through the sweat. I pulled it out from his collar, stroked his neck, touched his lips, and then put my fingers in his mouth. At that moment, I thought of my ex-boyfriend. That year, whenever I kissed or slept with anyone, I would suddenly hold their head and stare at it for a long time, telling myself that this wasn't him, this wasn't him. Yes, it wasn't him. I said I was sleepy and wanted to go to sleep. He kept touching my chest and wouldn't let go. Actually, the space wasn't cramped, although it looked small. He said, "Do you want to sleep with me?" I said, "No. Go back to your bed." Just like that, I kicked him back. I turned around and hugged my backpack. The sound of the train was rhythmically ringing in my ears, and there were still flashes of bright light as we passed highways and cities. I didn't feel much sadness and slept until dawn. Before dawn, the uncle in the upper bunk got off the train. I glanced at him sleepily, making sure he didn't have a chance to take a picture of me and post it online, then turned over and went back to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, it was already past ten. As I turned over, I saw Chen watching me. He'd been watching me for a whole day and night, wasn't he bored?! Seeing I was awake, he reached out and touched my chest again! How much do you men like touching breasts?! He waved to me. I knew he wanted to say goodbye. I stepped forward. He hugged me and kissed me. I quickly pursed my lips; after all, he didn't actually kiss my lips. I hate men who are so indecisive. Then he left. I let out a long sigh. Looking down, I realized he hadn't taken his computer. Even now, I regret being so kind as to tell him he hadn't taken his computer! A few days after returning to school, I blacklisted Chen. Because he was annoying, and he seemed to be reminiscing about it. But I felt it was all in the past, and once it was over, it was over. So, I've concluded that I should never exchange contact information again.

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