The woman around me: a night of passion in a soft sleeper train (adult novel about married women)

It was late June 2009, and I was returning to Beijing from Yichang. In the past, every time I returned to Beijing from Yichang, I had to change trains in Hankou. Although it was a little troublesome, it could reduce the time on the train by 4 hours. This time, Xiao Zhou felt that it was too troublesome for me to go back and forth, so he took the initiative to buy me a ticket from Yichang directly back to Beijing. When I got the ticket, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but I had no choice but to do it. After we kissed goodbye reluctantly in the soft sleeper waiting room at the station, Xiao Zhou sent me to the car with tears in her eyes.

There weren't many people on this train. As I walked along, I saw that many compartments only had one or two passengers, and I was the only one in the compartment I was in.

When we reached Jingmen, a bunch of people got on the train in a hurry. After seeing the berth numbers, they stuffed a lot of luggage under the berth opposite me. Some even threw their luggage directly on the lower berth, and then got off the train in a hurry.

"Oh no! It might be another big guy!" The tragic experience I had when I returned to Beijing from Harbin once flashed through my mind. That time, the four berths in the compartment were full. The three passengers were all from Northeast China. They quickly became familiar with each other as soon as they got on the bus. So I spent half the night in an atmosphere of smoke, alcohol, loud laughter and shouting. If that doesn’t work, let’s change berths. I made up my mind secretly.

The car started, but there was no one on the opposite side. I was wondering when a lady rushed in, crying. As soon as she came in, she pulled the door of the compartment hard, and then lay on a pile of luggage and burst into tears.

This time I was even more confused, but my gentlemanly nature still allowed me to take out a pack of tissues from my bag and put it in her hand.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I got up and walked out of the compartment, closed the door, and went to the connection between the carriages to smoke.

After smoking two cigarettes in a row, I thought the person inside was about to cry. I came back and saw that he had stopped crying and was sitting there with his head down, in a daze.

When he heard me come in, he looked up and said embarrassedly: "Something happened just now. I was saying goodbye to my colleagues, and I couldn't control myself. Thank you. Are you annoyed by listening to me crying?" Huh! With a northern accent, he seemed not far from Zhao Lirong.

"It's okay, it's okay. You seem very sad. I'm afraid you'll feel embarrassed, so I'll give you some space." Alas, I can never forget to please women with my mouth.

"You are such a gentleman, huh? Are you from Beijing?" Oh, I've been discovered.

"Yes, yes. Judging from your accent, you are not far away." "Tangshan". Listen, these two words are pronounced in a clear and authentic tone, the authentic dialect of Zhao Lirong's hometown.

Chinese people are so strange. When you are abroad, you feel close to Chinese people. When you are in the south, you feel close to northerners. What's more, Beijing and Tangshan are only two or three hours' drive away, so the distance between us is suddenly shortened.

Seeing her sitting in the middle of a pile of luggage, I asked politely, "You have so much luggage, let me help you put it away." She quickly said, "No, no, I can do it. Well, it's because I have a good relationship with these colleagues that they brought me so many things." After saying that, she started to quickly pack her luggage.

To be honest, she had a lot of stuff. Her own bunk was filled to the brim, with two large boxes still not put in. When she saw that there was still a lot of empty space under my bunk, she pushed her stuff under my bunk.

As she squatted on the ground and leaned forward, my eyes naturally looked through her loose neckline. Two beautiful and plump breasts hung in front of her chest, and the pure black lace bra seemed to be only barely supporting her nipples. The firm breasts seemed to be about to burst the lace bra with their nipples. The two perfect stalactite-like breasts in front of me made my little brother swell instantly. I quickly crossed my legs to cover it up, seemingly to make room for her, but actually to hide my own erection.

It was difficult to clean up, but even though the air conditioner was very cold, she still broke out in a sweat. He sat down, opened a bottle of mineral water and took a few gulps. Then he looked at me and asked embarrassedly, "Do you smoke?" I didn't answer and just handed him the cigarette.

"No, no," she took out her Huanghelou. "If you don't smoke, I'll go outside to smoke. I'm afraid you'll hate the smell." I smiled and still didn't say anything. I also lit up a Zhongnanhai and smoked it slowly, carefully observing this woman.

She was probably in her early 30s, of medium height, a little plump, not pretty but with regular features, at least she looked okay. A sky blue embroidered pullover, a black long skirt, and black sandals are common outfits for northern women in summer, and the overall look gives people the feeling of an intellectual woman. Her smoking posture was also very elegant, unlike those ladies in dance halls and saunas, whose smoking postures were so vulgar.

This is the advantage of smoking in a soft sleeper compartment. Back then, only those who rode a soft sleeper compartment were rich or noble, and out of inertia of thinking, the conductor generally wouldn't disturb you. Through the thin smoke, she noticed that I was looking at her and immediately asked me: "What are you looking at? Are there words on my body?" Without even thinking, I blurted out: "I can't help it. I'm a good person, but I have this bad habit. When I meet a beautiful woman, I just want to look at her more." "Oh, you are really good at talking. Do you often please women like this?" She said with a smile, unable to hide the joy on her face.

"Hey, can you tell me what your job is?" A northern woman came to the south alone and had a good relationship with her colleagues. My curiosity began to grow.

"What is there to hide? I'm a doctor, a dentist, and I came to Jingmen for further studies." "Oh, then wouldn't it be convenient for me to see a dentist after I get to know you?" "Convenient? Not necessarily. You have to come to Tangshan." "Forget it, I'd better save some money for the hospital's car fare." Time passed unknowingly as we chatted. We became more familiar with each other and talked about work, friends, hobbies, family, and even tactfully about married life. I vaguely felt that she was dissatisfied with her husband's ability. I know she is married. Her husband is an ENT doctor. The couple opened a clinic together and their business is doing well. This time I came to Jingmen for further studies because of a friend, and I was exempted from tuition fees. It has been a year, and I have only been back once during this period. This time, after completing my studies, I am really going home.

I looked at the watch. It was already one o'clock in the morning. There was a lot of smoke in the box and it was starting to choke me.

I opened the door halfway to let out a cigarette. The aisle was quiet, without the bustling noise of people boarding the train, only the "clang" sound of the wheels rolling over the rails.

She took out a shoulder bag and said, "I'm going to wash my face, you stay at the door." Then she walked out with great trust in me.

Looking at her back, her not-so-slender waist and her somewhat plump butt, twisting her body as she disappeared out the door, a light suddenly flashed in my heart. From the topic she just talked about with me, I can know most of her situation, even the privacy of her husband and wife. This shows that she is open, or she likes and trusts me, or even hints at it.

In any case, the couple haven't seen each other for at least half a year, and it is certain that she is usually not satisfied with her husband's skills in bed. Add to that her good impression of me, can I have a passionate encounter on the train today?

While I was daydreaming, she came back. I took my own toiletries bag and went to brush my teeth and wash my face. When I came back, she had already lay down, with the quilt covering her whole body tightly. I laughed at my strange idea just now, closed the door casually, hesitated for a moment, and locked it with a "click".

There was a dark sky outside with a few sparse stars. I could only vaguely see a figure in the box. I said good night to her and pulled back the quilt to get ready for bed.

It was the first time that I was alone in a private room with a mature woman. I had something in my mind and I tossed and turned for a long time but still couldn't fall asleep. I got up and reached for a cigarette, lit it with a "click". The moment the flame went out, I saw her bright pair of eyes, without any sleepiness, looking at me.

"What's wrong? Can't sleep?" "Yeah." "Are you missing your husband?" I teased her.

"Forget it, the air-conditioning is too cold and I'm freezing." "Oh, there's nothing we can do. We can't control this." What I said was true. Even in a soft sleeper car, the passengers can only control the volume and lights. The air-conditioning is controlled by the conductor, with a switch in each car.

"How about I take the quilt down from the upper bunk for you?" I really care about you and have no other intentions. Although I am not cold, I have experienced the feeling of being frozen and it is not pleasant.

She didn't say anything for a long while, then said hesitantly, "Well... I think... don't be angry when I tell you." "Well? What? Say it!" "Well... can I... lie on your bed?" "What?" I felt a little dizzy. Didn't this happiness come too quickly?

"This quilt is too heavy. I feel crushed when I cover myself with one. If I cover myself with two, I will be crushed to death." Haha, is this a reason? I don't know, but one thing is certain, none of us will be able to sleep that night.

I didn't say anything and lit my lighter. Through the flickering flames, our eyes met. I saw the shyness and expectation in her eyes, and bright flames were dancing in her eyes. I knew that it was not the flame of my lighter, but the burning fire of desire in her heart.

We just stared at each other until the lighter became too hot to hold. Throwing the lighter on the small table, I moved inward and said, "Come on." My quilt was lifted, and a plump, soft and hot body came over and lay down with her back facing me.

For the convenience of traveling, I usually wear a vest and shorts when getting on the bus in summer. At this time, I even took off the vest when sleeping. My sensitive skin immediately felt that she was only wearing a bra on her upper body. I hugged her with my left hand and started a romantic and exciting journey with my right hand on her body.

My hands roamed over her body, her plump thighs, her belly with a circle or two of fat, her smooth and fleshy back, all of which reflected the temptation of a mature woman. Finally, he reached out his hand to her chest and pressed on her full and towering breasts. His already eager cock immediately swelled up with her soft moan of satisfaction, and pressed hard against her butt.

Although the lace bra was only a thin layer of cloth, I could even feel her already erect nipples through it, but it blocked my hand from further exploration. The narrow bed made my chest tightly pressed against her back. I thought it would be difficult to unfasten the bra clasp from behind her, so I simply flipped the bra up from the front. The bra was under her neck, and two soft big breasts were in my hands. Her breasts are full and soft. They are not as elastic as Xiao Zhou's when held in the hand. The color cannot be seen in the dark. Subjectively, they feel that they are similar in shape to Mei Chikai's, but not as hard as her artificial breasts.

Holding it in my hand, it feels soft and changes shape as my hand moves.

As soon as my hands started to touch her, her body began to tremble slightly and she moaned softly.

At this time, the woman's most sensitive breasts were being played with by me. She could no longer bear it. She reached one hand back between our bodies, trying to grab my cock, but she couldn't get it in. She muttered nonsense: "Well, hurry... a little... it hurts... come in quickly." I put my hand between her legs, and wow, her panties were already wet.

Even with her cooperation, it still took me a lot of effort to take off her bra and panties. When taking off her panties, I was very careful and took the opportunity to lean over her and smell her, but I didn't smell any strange smell. This time it was an unexpected gain. I didn't prepare condoms. It would be terrible if she had any problems and got caught. It's better to be safe than sorry.

Lying on her, I felt the space was much larger. It seems that it is really important to use space wisely.

She hugged me tightly and twisted her butt around looking for my cock. She was such a shrew and a slut. I thrust my body forward, and my already erect penis seemed to have eyes, and it entered her body all the way to the bottom.

"Oh!" She moaned heavily and hugged me tighter.

As I thrust hard, I opened my mouth wide, took as much of her breast as possible into my mouth, and began to suck it. Her breasts, which were already swollen, swelled even more. She couldn't help but lift her chest to let more of her breast enter my mouth.

I supported my body with my left hand and grabbed her other breast with my right hand, twisting it without any strength, and pinching her big nipples hard from time to time. Before she could cry out in pain, the numbness from the sucking and the waves of pleasure from her lower body diluted the pain. The three feelings alternated in her body, making her cry out in joy.

Hearing her scream, I quickly opened my mouth and kissed her. Her scream was stuck in her throat, making a "wuwu" sound. Even though it's the middle of the night, we can't be careless. It would be embarrassing if someone hears us.

My cock went in and out of her body quickly, and the quilt had already slipped to the ground. The big cock kept inserting into her vagina full of honey, then pulled out along with the honey and the tender flesh on the vaginal wall, and then inserted again fiercely, filling the box with obscene puffing sounds.

She lay under me with her eyes closed. An incomparable sense of fullness and pleasure kept surging from her lower body. She kept moaning and her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist, allowing my big cock to enter her honey pot deeper and harder.

It was my first time on the train, with a woman I didn’t know. It was a bit like a one-night stand, but not entirely. Everything made me feel extremely excited, and soon, I felt like I was about to ejaculate. But she was still moaning with enjoyment, with no sign of reaching orgasm.

This won't do. When have we ever done something shameful that made us feel good but didn't make the woman feel good? So I pulled her upper body hard, making her sit up on my thighs, with her plump breasts right in front of me.

He opened his mouth and took one of her breasts into his mouth again. At the same time, he reached his hands behind her back and tightly grasped her two plump buttocks, while his cock was still thrusting in and out of her lower body. She was sitting on my big cock and was penetrated deeper. I felt that I could hit her clitoris every time. Her plump and firm buttocks were also held firmly by me. The huge pleasure made her raise her chest and head, and she just put her plump breasts completely into my big mouth.

Her chest, buttocks and vagina were invaded at the same time, and she moaned even louder. At this time, my big hands and mouth were enjoying the fullness and elasticity of a mature woman's body, and the cock under my crotch was tightly wrapped by her slippery vagina. Waves of pleasure kept hitting my nerves. Finally, I suddenly pushed her down on the bed again, and the huge cock was inserted into her body fiercely. The huge glans seemed to have penetrated into her delicate uterus.

She screamed "Ah" loudly when I penetrated her like this. After my penis was fully inserted, it ejaculated violently inside her body. The hot semen shot into her body, bringing her to orgasm.

We hugged each other, enjoying the afterglow of the climax, letting my penis shrink and exit her body. The two of us were lying on our sides, and the bunk seemed crowded again. We could feel the semen flowing down our bodies, but we were too lazy to move or wipe it off.

"I'm not a casual woman," she said suddenly. "I don't know what happened, I just wanted it. Do you look down on me?" "No, I feel the same way." I comforted her.

"I don't know what happened. I just couldn't fall asleep when I lay down. It was dark and I felt empty inside. I just wanted to find someone to hug." "So I took advantage of the opportunity." "I don't know," I found that she especially likes to say these three words now, "Anyway, I feel very safe and at ease when you hug me. But you touched me everywhere, and I felt it too." "Hey, hey, hey, let me be clear, but you came to my bed, how did I seduced you?" "Come on, you're a good person? Do you think I didn't see it? When I put the box under your bed, where were your eyes looking? The little tent was erected and you thought I didn't see it." Damn, mature women are really hard to deal with, they are so powerful.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, she burst out laughing and said, "Actually, it's not all your fault. I'm about to have my period this month, and every time I'm about to have my period, I miss it so much. Hey, you know? When I was chatting with you just now, I felt that you were very knowledgeable and I envied you a lot, but I didn't dare to look into your eyes. I always felt that there were hooks in your eyes, which made my heart itchy." "Really? I didn't feel that way?" "That's right, you must have had bad intentions at that time and wanted to seduce me, so you looked at me like that." It's unfair, she said that, and since the founding of the People's Republic of China, except for Liu Shaoqi, I was the only one who was wronged. But think about it, it was just a chance meeting, a night of passion, but when we reach the station tomorrow morning, we will go our separate ways. Thinking this way and talking intermittently, we fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of knocking on the door woke us up. It was already dawn. "Change your ticket." The conductor's voice came in.

I quickly got up, put on my shorts, and opened the door. The conductor was standing at the door. She looked at me suspiciously, then looked at her red-faced sister who was still sitting in her bunk. She seemed to understand something, changed her ticket, and said to me teasingly:

"Did you sleep well? Pack up your things before you leave, don't leave anything behind." I knew she had fully understood everything that happened in the box last night. I nodded awkwardly and closed the door.

Looking at the watch, there was still more than an hour before arriving at the station. We quickly got dressed, folded the messy bed sheet and put it aside, took turns washing up, and then sat together, enjoying the last moments before parting!

The train slowed down and entered the station. She was afraid that her husband who was waiting for her at the station would see us, so we separated. The passengers were about to get off, so I had to pick up my luggage. When I walked out of the compartment, her husband got on the bus to pick her up. Looking at this thin, bespectacled man, I understood her dissatisfaction. I touched the cell phone in my pocket, which contained her name and phone number that I had just saved. I thought, I don’t need to get on the train next time, right? The big bed in the hotel seems more comfortable.

This story seems fictional but is actually true, it is my personal experience. But what I want to tell you is that this woman is still in contact with me. Every time she comes to Beijing, we will enjoy ourselves to the fullest, of course not at night.

Some friends may ask, how can it be so easy for you to get the upper hand over a woman you don’t even know?

The reason is actually very simple:

First, a woman’s sexual desire will greatly increase in the few days before her menstrual period.

Second, her husband cannot satisfy her. She is basically in a long-term sexual hunger, and she has not had sex with her husband for more than half a year. Her desire is already on the verge of breaking out.

Third, in the dark box, people can’t see each other clearly, which makes women relax their vigilance and creates a sense of adventure.

Fourth, the unfamiliar environment and the unfamiliar people, based on the third point, will make women think "no one knows each other anyway, and we will never meet again", and then follow their desires and indulge themselves.
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