Fate on the train (wife mature adult novel)

Due to a conflict with the company, I didn't want to stay in the office before the National Day and wanted to return to Beijing early. The future was uncertain and I couldn't take a plane. Also, because I was quite tired in the past few days, I bought a soft sleeper ticket back to Beijing. I didn't expect this train to be so empty. It might be because it was the 27th and the National Day travel season hadn't reached its peak yet. I got on the train and found my compartment. There was no one else. There was a piece of luggage on the lower bunk opposite me. I felt it was a woman. I also had an indescribable feeling...

Maybe it was because I was tired, I wanted to sleep very much after getting on the bus, and I fell asleep quickly leaning on the pillow. I don’t know how long it was before I was awakened by a whistle. I found that the woman opposite had come back and was lying down with her clothes on. I pretended to be asleep and secretly looked at her body. She was wearing a white T-shirt, which was very thin and a little transparent under strong light. She was also wearing very thin pants. I could vaguely see the color of her underwear, which was beige.

She had a plump figure, a typical figure of a young woman in her thirties. At this moment, I noticed that the buttons on the collar of her T-shirt were loose, and her plump breasts rose and fell with her breathing. It was so tempting that my heart began to beat wildly. At this time, something even more unexpected happened. She moved her body slightly, and the second button, which was already about to fall off, also stretched open. Most of her breasts wrapped in the beige bra were exposed. I was stunned and suddenly felt someone was about to push the door in. I don't know why I was so nervous that I crossed the aisle and pushed her shoulder. She opened her eyes in a daze and asked me what was wrong. I pointed at her chest and then at the door. She smiled awkwardly and buttoned her shirt.

My face turned red again and I stammered, "I also saw it by accident. I'm sorry." We started chatting like this, talking about this and that, about everything under the sun. I felt an indescribable feeling between each other. It might be because we were so close in this small space, and after what happened just now, there was no distance between us. During the chat, I learned that her last name was Guo and she was a doctor. Her husband had a lot of social engagements and seldom accompanied her, so she spent most of her time and holidays alone. This time her husband was still in Shenzhen and did not return to Shanghai, so she decided to change shifts early and go to Beijing to spend the holiday with her classmates. She listened quietly to what I said without saying a word. Gradually, my pounding heart calmed down. As we chatted, we talked about the topic of men and women.

She seemed to be quite envious of the many passionate stories, but was bound by traditional concepts. I asked her, "If the chance arises, would you try it?" She seemed to blush immediately. I couldn't see it clearly, but I could feel it. "No, well, but it depends on who he is. At least you have to have a feeling. What about you?" I didn't react immediately: "Me? I've been fascinated by him for a long time. But I just haven't met him. This kind of thing can only be encountered by chance." She dragged out her tone: "You, can't you? A handsome and rich man like you can actually remain chaste? I don't believe it."

I smiled: "No, I'm not a wealthy woman anymore. I've just seen too much of the world of pleasure. I'd rather have one good peach than a basket of rotten apricots." She sighed: "You're right."... Suddenly we sank, and the only sound we could hear was the clicking of the train and our breathing. We stopped talking and looked at each other in the dim light. Suddenly she said, "You can't sleep anyway, so let's chat until dawn." I nodded. I continued to stare at her. She felt a little uncomfortable and her body was shaking slightly. I stood up gently and felt that her shaking intensified, but she was not uneasy. I stretched my waist, held the armrest of the upper bunk, and said to her with my back to her: "I'm really tired after going through so much. My waist is sore."

There was silence after I finished speaking, and the air was a little frozen. Suddenly, she said in a trembling voice, "Let me rub it for you." I slowly turned around and looked at her. Under the dim light, I found that her face was slightly flushed. Under her gaze, I obediently and naturally sat on the edge of her bed. I could already smell her faint body fragrance. With my back turned to her, and without saying a word, I could feel her soft hands gently moving around my waist. I trembled. It was the first time I was touched by a woman in such an environment. Her hands moved from my waist to my shoulders, and gradually reached into my clothes, touching my skin. My breathing became rapid and my heart beat wildly, but I tried my best to hide it. Suddenly, she stood up and hugged my chest tightly from behind. I was at a loss.

I tentatively reached for her hand on my chest. She didn't pull back. I just felt her body trembling. I turned around and looked at her, and found that she had her eyes slightly closed. I gently put her on the pillow. Her hair was a little messy, so I used my hands to comb it, and touched her face, her ears, her eyes and nose. She lay quietly, not moving at all. I leaned over and kissed her. She pushed me away and said, "Be careful, there are people around." I whispered, "People think we are husband and wife." She smiled and did not reject my kiss. The emotions inside me suddenly started beating. The tongue went into her mouth again, entwining and sucking. Slowly, I reached my hand into the quilt. He touched her breasts accurately. I just brushed it lightly, then lifted her underwear, gently stroked her back, unhooked her bra, and slowly moved my hands from her back to her chest, pushed her bra away, and her plump breasts jumped out, and my big hands covered them.

She kept trembling, twisting, and her breathing became rapid. I put my tongue into her mouth and sucked it again, and my hands began to caress her breasts easily and without restraint. First, pinch it hard, then gently rub the nipple with the palm of your hand, then gently flick the nipple with your fingertips, and gently scratch the area around the nipple with your fingernails. She hugged me tightly, unable to restrain herself, and made low, unclear sounds from her mouth. I let go of her breasts and slowly moved my hands down to her thighs, then slowly touched her thighs through her clothes, staying briefly in the middle area before moving to the other thigh.

He touched her back and forth several times, and when she was not paying attention, he put his hand under her rubber belt, lifted her panties, and slid his hand towards her private parts. She wanted to stop it, but seemed to give up suddenly. Above, I kissed her neck and ears. It made her breathless. "Come in and sleep in too." She pulled me and said.

The lights weren't turned off yet. To be honest, I'm still a little scared. So I got up and locked the box. Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her quietly, stroking her face, her ears, her eyes and nose. Suddenly I heard her say, "I want it." My blood rushed up, and without caring about anything, I pulled aside the quilt, lifted up her underwear, and took her breasts in my mouth. She screamed, and it startled me because it was so loud. I stopped all actions for a moment and quickly covered her with a blanket. Listen carefully to the movements in the carriage. Apart from the sound of the train and our rapid breathing, I couldn't hear anything else. We smiled at each other. I whispered, "Don't be so loud." She said, "I didn't mean it." I said, "Do you usually moan during sex?"

She punched me. I grabbed her hand and asked her to move down slowly. She understood what I meant and ran towards me. Touching me through my clothes. "It's so big," she said. "Do you like it?" "Yes, I want it now." She unzipped my pants and reached in to search. My thing has been hard for a long time. She first grabbed it and squeezed it hard. Then he touched it up and down, as if to feel the size. Then he clenched his hand into a fist and jerked it around in an unskilled manner. I haven't done it in a long time and I'm very sensitive. Knowing that she would soon be gone if she continued like this, she tried to stop her. She said, "Do you want to cum?" I said, "Yes. I haven't done it for a long time."

She said, "Then let me help you get it out first." I looked at her a little suspiciously and took in our surroundings. It seems impossible. She said, "Sit up higher." I had no choice but to take my hands out of the quilt and sit up higher. She said, "Come sit here." She patted the pillow. I see. He took off his shoes, turned sideways, and sat with his hands on her head. She took out my little DD. I first turned it over, then put it to my nose and sniffed it. I was secretly glad that I remembered that it would be inconvenient to take a shower on the train before getting on. There is definitely no odor at all. She raised her head, put her little mouth close to him and kissed him, then stuck out her tongue to lick him, drawing circles around the glans, and even held it in her mouth and licked the head with her tongue.

I thought I had met a master, but when she swallowed the whole thing into her mouth, I still felt that she was not very skilled and her teeth kept scratching me.

I whispered, "Don't use your teeth."

She looked up and said, "No. I covered my teeth with my lips." I understood, but I couldn't explain it to her clearly. In order to avoid scratching the man with their teeth, women cover their teeth with their lips, but they use the outside of their lips to touch the man, which actually makes the man feel the hardness and pain of the teeth. In fact, you should lift your lips, hold the man with the moist and soft inside of your lips, and slide easily and naturally, so that you will feel comfortable. After a while, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I said, "Forget it, it's hard to achieve this way."

She was tired too, so she gave up. My body slid down and lay side by side with her. She pulled up the quilt and put part of it over me. We were chatting. She said, "I'm not very good at it yet and I rarely do it." I said, "It's okay. I'm already very comfortable." Her hand reached into my clothes, pulled open my underwear, and touched my body. The little hands caressed my whole body, my waist, abdomen, chest, and then my nipples. I kissed her eyes, nose, lips. This feels much more comfortable. My right hand unconsciously dropped down again. After caressing her entire body, his hand suddenly reached down between her thighs, revealing a raised mound of flesh, a layer of slippery hair, and then reached the soft spot. I covered it with my palm and rubbed it slowly. I felt her lower body thrust upward and trembled.

I slowly groped my way to separate her private parts and pulled both sides. I kissed her ears with my lips and told her, "There's so much water." Then I put my tongue into her ears and licked them gently. Her body reacted even more. Like a fish in deep water, swimming back and forth. I slid my fingers in shallow areas until the entire perimeter was wet. Her lower body moved up and down even more violently. Her entire hips were constantly twisting and low, indistinct sounds were coming out of her mouth. I used my left hand to stabilize my body so as not to fall off the narrow bed.

So I feel like I can’t give full play to my abilities. I let her sleep inside. She turned sideways to make more room for me. I supported my body on my left elbow and started moving my left hand over her breasts. My lips licked her ears and neck, my left hand touched her nipples, and my right hand gently stroked her private parts. Her private parts were already wet and lubricated like oil. My finger went in easily. The inner wall was smooth, plump and elastic. My fingers twisted and groped inside. With a little effort, I reached the bottom. I felt a knot at the bottom and I pressed it. She said it was the opening of the uterus.

It shouldn't be comfortable. After searching around for several times, I finally touched a place that was relatively rough compared to the inner wall. It’s not big, about the size of a finger, and has layers. This must be the G-spot. I pressed harder, rotating and rubbing my fingers on this spot, and her body trembled nervously. She suddenly raised her head and sucked my mouth hard, her face twisted in pain. I continued to press, and she stuck her tongue into my mouth and stirred it violently. Suddenly, she let out a cry and her whole body went limp. I know she has reached it once. After you have an orgasm, you cannot continue to stimulate the G-spot, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable. I was also a little tired and sweaty. I turned over and lay on top of her, soft and fluffy, my lower body pressing against her private parts through her clothes. Watch her immerse in the afterglow and slowly recover.

I said knowingly to the consultant, "Did you climax?"

"Well," she said, "My dear, you have hurt me badly this time."

I said, "Do you want more?" She said, "I'm afraid you're too tired." I said, "I'm not tired."

Lower your head to kiss her nipple, sucking it gently. I also pressed my lower body against her hard and rubbed it continuously. She said, "Do you want to cum?" I said, "I don't want to now, but I still want to make you comfortable." So I got up and went to the bathroom at the front of the car to wash and wipe the sweat off my face. I found myself in the mirror, although I didn’t reach orgasm, my skin was flushed.

But do I really want to have the most thorough contact with her? I returned to the carriage and she got up, fumbled with her shoes, and went to the bathroom as well. The aisle of the carriage was quiet and the crew's small cabin was empty. They must have gone to the crew compartment to rest. There is endless darkness outside the window. We both sat on the lower bunk, hugging each other, rubbing our faces against each other. Like two lovers in love. She said, "Are you hungry?" Only then did I realize that I was actually a little hungry after all this trouble. Then he nodded. But there is no way there is anything to sell in the car now. She took the travel bag from the luggage rack and found some biscuits, boiled eggs, sausages and peanuts. Later, there was only one sausage left. I offered it to her. She peeled the skin, took a bite, and then put her mouth towards me. I understood, so I put my mouth close to hers, and the sausage passed from her mouth to mine. I took the opportunity to kiss her hard. I pulled out two cans of Red Bull and gave her one. "It contains hormones, I won't drink it." She pouted. "Sorry, this is the only drink I brought. But drink a little, it's good for your body and soul."

I found that after communicating in this small space, we became particularly close and intimate, the kind of intimacy that only true lovers can have. We sat side by side, eating from each other, and maybe that was the sweet feeling. After eating and drinking, we went to wash up. During this interval, the lights on the train went out and it was time to go to bed. Guo took off his clothes in the dark and got under the quilt. I also took off my clothes and said to her, "Let me sleep with you." She moved forward and I got in. Her body leaned inward, and I took the opportunity to hug her, my hands never stopping, moving up and down.

Finally slowly take off her panties. Before I could take it off to my knees, she pulled it tighter to stop me from going any further. This is fine, I pulled down my underwear, took it out, and groped my way forward in the dark. She couldn't open her legs, so she couldn't find a place. I said to her, "Help me." She stretched out her hand and led me, and finally the connection was successful. But it can't get in at all and it's easy to fall out. There was no choice but to take off her panties and then one leg. This makes it much easier. I was just about to step forward. She turned sideways and said to me, "Aren't you afraid that I'll get pregnant?" My heart tightened and I said, "I won't ejaculate inside you." She said, "You might still get pregnant." What should I do? I was a little frustrated. She laughed and said, "Useless guy. You know nothing. I'm a doctor." I smiled foolishly and started to work hard. I entered from behind sideways, and it felt very tight and not deep. I kept thrusting, and she tried her best to cooperate, sometimes pushing me back with great force. He kept telling me not to stop. It feels so comfortable, so comfortable, she kept whispering. This is indeed very comfortable, but it is obvious that it seems impossible for me to orgasm. I pulled her over and turned over and lay on top of her. Such an entry made us all let out a long sigh. This missionary position is so old-fashioned and yet so practical.

The insertion was very deep, wrapping around the moist private parts. Each thrust was like sliding through a long and stimulating tunnel, bringing waves of pleasure to the lower body. She also pushed up hard every time to cater to me. My hands caressed her breasts and her mouth. She kissed my hands, and finally gently swallowed one of my fingers, moistened it with saliva, and then slowly sucked it from top to bottom. oh. What a warm feeling. She had an orgasm. Suddenly, she collapsed. She closed her eyes and did not move. Although I had experienced the climax before, it was still very tight inside. It surrounds me tightly and warmly.

At that moment, I felt like I was in the clouds. I didn't twitch right away. I lay on top of her, afraid that she would feel uncomfortable, so I used my elbows to support my body weight as much as possible. She put her arms around me again. I took a deep breath and inserted my DD all the way into her vagina without moving. Then use the muscles to gently bounce DD in the vagina. She cried out with every beat. Later, she also slowly contracted the muscles of her vagina. That's how we cooperate with each other.

Enjoy each other's joy and sincere dedication, at least for now. She bit my ear and said, "I like you doing this to me. I will never forget it." I said, "Baby, the excitement is yet to come." After saying that, I pulled out my dick a little and rubbed it gently up and down, left and right, front and back at the entrance of her vagina. After dozens of strokes, her breathing became rapid again: "I want, I want, I want you." I teased her on purpose: "What do you want? My baby." At first she didn't say anything, so I continued to bang on her door. "Tell me, baby, what do you want?" She was already in a state of confusion at this time: "I want you to come in." "What are you doing coming in?" "Ah, ah," she spread her legs hard, "I want you to fuck me." I couldn't bear it any longer and rushed to the end without hesitation. She screamed "Ah", and I thrust faster and faster. Her screams became faster and faster, just when I was about to reach the climax.

I felt her vaginal muscles tightening. "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore," she screamed wildly. The sound of the train mixed with her cries of bliss and enjoyment seemed like a symphony of passion. At that moment, I used up the last bit of my strength, paddled the last time, and finally reached the top of the wave. . . . . .