A cheerful new acquaintance (a martial arts science fiction adult novel)

A cheerful new acquaintance

I have been quite free recently, so I would like to tell you a story I had with a middle-aged woman a few days ago. Let me talk about myself first. I work in Beijing, I am 28 years old, and I used to be an engineer in a telecommunications company. I just resigned some time ago, and my new job has not been determined yet. My girlfriend is on a business trip in Jinan, and I am bored staying at home alone. My girlfriend misses me very much, so I bought a train ticket to see her. I was waiting for the train in the waiting room, bored, so I bought a newspaper and was reading it, when ha, the heroine appeared, a middle-aged woman sat next to me. I glanced at her and she looked okay, with very fair skin, and most importantly, she was very open, haha. She was wearing a black low-cut dress, and her skin was very white. The contrast between black and white was very distinct. I am not a sex-crazed person, and I usually only take one look at the low-cut women on the street and never look at them a second time. I don’t notice it when I stare at people’s breasts, but people around me see it, how erotic it is, haha.

I continued reading the newspaper, and unexpectedly, in less than a minute, the sister came to talk to me. She handed me a bottle of Master Kong Green Tea and asked if I could help her unscrew the cap. She couldn't open it, and I was dizzy, but I still helped her. She started chatting with me, and the men around us were looking at us. Of course, most of them were staring at her breasts. I laughed secretly.

To be honest, I don't have any preference for middle-aged women, but I like their maturity and it's more comfortable to chat with them, which is something young women can't compare to. So I started chatting with her. She said she was from Shanghai and worked in the water conservancy department. She came to Beijing on a business trip and is now back to Shanghai. She asked me what I do, and I said I'm an engineer doing hardware development in a communications company.

She said: "That's great. I heard that hardware engineers make a lot of money."

I said, "It's just so-so. I just graduated with a master's degree a year ago and my salary is not very high, so it's just so-so."

She didn't ask any more questions, but my cell phone rang. It was my girlfriend calling. My girlfriend asked me if I had already entered the waiting room. I said yes and was reading the newspaper out of boredom (oh, I lied. Could I have told my GF that I was chatting with an older sister? Haha). I knew my girlfriend was very sensitive and cared about me, so I didn't tell her the truth. Besides, my girlfriend and I were already in a passionate relationship. My girlfriend was acting coquettishly to me on the phone, and we were in a public place with a stranger sitting next to her, but I was still serious (haha, so hypocritical). I told her not to worry, that I would be in Jinan in a few hours, and asked her to pick me up at the station, and then I hung up the phone.

So this sister came to talk to me again. She asked me if I was going to break up with my girlfriend. I smiled and said nothing. She thought I agreed, so she comforted me and said that I looked handsome, so why would I worry about not finding a girlfriend? I was stunned again. I'm not a narcissistic person, and I don't think I'm good-looking. Apart from my girlfriend, no other woman has said that I'm handsome. But no matter whether it's true or not, it's always a good thing to be praised, haha.

I already felt that this sister wanted to tease me. This sister is not annoying, so I have no intention of refusing. I love my girlfriend very much, but male compatriots should be able to understand. I like eating apples very much, but it does not mean that I can't eat pears. I like playing tennis, but it does not mean that I will only play tennis with one person in my life. Just now some netizens said that I am not kind, I think I am very kind. I have never concealed the above views from my girlfriend. My girlfriend is angry and anxious, but she can't do anything about me. She still loves me to death.

Then I chatted with her about work and so on, just random chats, most of the time she was talking and I was listening, haha, then we turned to life, she said she was from Shanghai, divorced her husband, and now lived with her daughter, she used

I was asked in a playful tone that is popular among little girls: "How old do you think my daughter is?"

I said, "How should I know?"

She said, "Look at me, and then guess what my daughter is."

A woman's age is supposed to be a secret, especially for a middle-aged woman. But now she wants me to guess, and I have no choice, haha. Like all of you readers, when guessing the age of a mature woman, you have to subtract at least 10-5 years. If you are realistic, it will be terrible. I see that she is very confident about her age, so I said, "She should be a little older than me, but not much." (I did tell a lie, but it was a well-intentioned lie, I think you all have no objection).

She was very happy and said, "You can't tell, my daughter is almost 20."

I was a little surprised. At that time, she gave me the impression that she was about 37-8. A daughter who is almost 20 years old is still wearing low-cut clothes. Well, it’s not that I don’t understand, but the world is changing so fast, haha.

She said, "You know, I'm 45."

I was even more confused. I didn't know how the conversation went on. She started to tease me in a rather blatant way, saying, "You know, actually, many boys like mature women like us who have more experience."

Haha, I agree with this. Mature women have the advantages of being mature women. She continued, "Those little girls are immature. They need you to coax and tease them about everything. They don't know how to think from a man's perspective. But we are different. We know what men like and don't like. Don't we have something to say? We should be housewives at home, ladies outside, and sluts in bed."

I was shocked by her. It was the first time I met a woman who talked about "having sex" with a strange man.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, she asked me, "Do you think Shanghai women are very open?"

I said, "I don't know. Haha, I don't meet many people from Shanghai. I'm from the south. When I was in college in Beijing, few of my classmates were from Shanghai. I have even less contact with Shanghai women. You are the first one."

She asked me where I was from, and I said I was from ×× province (I omitted it to avoid tarnishing the reputation of my hometown, haha, don’t be angry, everyone).

She said: "The boys in your area are all good, they are ambitious, and the ones I met were all handsome."

She kept feeding me rice soup, and I kept reminding myself to keep a clear head. Then she took out a business card and gave it to me, saying that I should contact her if I had any problems in the future. I knew that out of courtesy, I should tell her my phone number, but I didn't want to be involved in an emotional whirlpool. I am content with my current girlfriend. The only shortcoming is that I might want to experience an alternative sexual experience. I don't want to have too many emotional entanglements with a middle-aged woman. If possible, I can position my relationship with her as a sexual partner.

After she gave me her business card, I clearly felt that she was expecting me to tell her my phone number, but I didn't. I didn't want to receive a call from another woman when I was with my girlfriend. Women's sense of competition is beyond men's imagination. I didn't want to take this risk, so I never told her my phone number. She didn't ask me for it. Then she asked me which car I was in. I said I bought a standing ticket before getting on the train and showed her the car number. After she saw it, she said, "You have to stand for several hours. Why don't you come to my place after you get on the train? I'm in the sleeper car."

Then she added: "I'd better let me come to you. You may not be able to get into the sleeper with a standing ticket."

I said, "Okay."

At this time, the ticket gates were opened for entry. She was carrying a large box, and I said, "I'll carry it for you."

She was very happy and agreed, and I entered the station side by side with her. The crowd entering the station was very crowded, and she was leaning very close to me. Her big breasts occasionally rubbed against me, and I enjoyed it very much, haha. We chatted for a few minutes on the way into the station, and then got on our respective carriages. After entering the carriage, I found a place to sit down, and I sat there until the car started, as if no one was in this seat.

About 10 minutes into the ride, the sister came to me and saw that I already had a seat. She looked very disappointed and said, "Oh, you already have a seat, are you still going to my place?"

I said, "Go ahead. Someone will definitely come to this place in the future."

She was happy, and I followed her to the sleeper car. Haha, it was different when I was with my elder sister. She led the way for me, and I just had to follow. If it was my girlfriend, I would definitely be the one leading the way. We squeezed through several cars and arrived at the dining car, but unexpectedly we were stopped by a police officer. The police asked us to show our sleeper tickets. She showed him hers and then looked at mine. I didn't have one. Fortunately, the police was from Shanghai, so she spoke a few words to him in Shanghainese. I couldn't understand Shanghainese at all, but they finally let us in.

I came to her compartment and sat with her. Opposite us sat a middle-aged man who looked at us with strange eyes. I didn't care. Haha, no one knew who was who anyway, so let them think whatever they wanted. This sister sat very close to me and we chatted casually. I put my hand on the bed. I don't remember how we chatted, but this sister held my hand in hers. Haha, I didn't refuse. She held my hand and rubbed it in her palm, just as intimate as real siblings.

Later, the man left, and my sister stared at me. I looked at her, and she actually asked, "Why are you staring at me?"

Haha, it was obviously she who stared at me first, but I didn't say anything and just smiled. Unexpectedly, she moved her head closer and her lips were less than 5 centimeters away from mine. Although I have had several girlfriends, I am not an old hand at playing with women after all. When faced with this situation, I really don’t know what to do next. I want to kiss her, and I’m sure she wants me to kiss her, but... I’m not thick-skinned enough.

The situation was in a stalemate like this, which was a bit awkward. After a few seconds, she turned her head away, so I relaxed and we chatted about some irrelevant things. To be honest, I was already aroused by her at that time, and I even had the image of her moaning under my body in my mind. Haha, my little brother got hard, and she kept holding my hand and stroking it, and I responded. My hands were placed behind her, so I tentatively put my arms around her waist. She didn't refuse, and we continued to communicate with our hands...

There is a very obvious difference between the waist of a middle-aged woman and that of a girl. My girlfriend's waist is very thin and compact, and feels smooth and powerful. It is the legendary small waist. My sister's waist obviously has a lot of fat and is relatively loose. It doesn't matter which one is better or worse. It's like the apples and pears I just mentioned. When you get tired of apples, you want to eat pears. You just want to change the taste.

Continuing, there were still many people coming and going on the train, so we didn't dare to be too bold. We just stroked her waist and couldn't go any further. But my sister seemed to enjoy my touch. After a while, she spoke: "Are you cold? I'm a little cold. Let's cover yourself with the quilt."

So we spread the quilt on our legs and put our hands in the quilt. It was much more convenient now. Haha, my little brother was already erect at this time and urgently needed comfort. So, I guided my sister's hand to the root of my thigh, and my sister began to stroke my thigh again. At this time, I had begun to feel comfortable. My sister slowly pushed towards the core area, and slowly, finally reached my impatient little brother. My sister slowly scratched my little brother with the fingernails on her hand. Oh, it was too exciting. It was really different from the feeling of having sex with my girlfriend.

My sister kept teasing me in my ear: "Are you comfortable?"

I closed my eyes comfortably, enjoying the caress of my little brother by a woman who was almost 20 years older than me. Then she asked me teasingly, "Is my sister cute?"

I nodded, and she asked me again: "Will you miss me in the future?"

I didn't say anything, but she insisted on asking me the whole story. I said I didn't know, and this was the truth. I already had a girlfriend, and I would not have any emotional entanglements with another woman. I couldn't guarantee that I would still think of her in the future. Seeing that I refused to say anything, she didn't ask any more questions. However, she still scratched my little stick lightly with her fingernails. The feeling of scratching an itch through a shoe was too uncomfortable. I think friends who have experienced this should be able to feel it. You feel very comfortable, but you want to make it even more comfortable, and you want to remove the pants that block her fingers and my little brother.

She fell completely into my arms, and I was a little scared, afraid that the middle-aged man opposite would come back and the situation would be very awkward. Holding hands could be explained as intimacy between relatives, but could a woman in her 40s lying in the arms of a man in his 20s be explained in this way? Although I was scared, I was still a little curious and eager, so my hands became unruly. So I started to touch her little breasts through her clothes. I seem to have forgotten what it felt like. Haha, it didn't seem to be anything special, similar to my girlfriend's.

She looked a little aroused and started to kiss me. Of course, it was not a wet kiss, just lip contact, no tongue contact. She kissed my face again. I used my hand to push aside her low-cut dress. I don't remember if she was wearing underwear or not. Anyway, as soon as I reached in, I found her little cherry. Her little cherry was already very erect at this time, so I started to move her little cherry. It might be because her little cherry hadn't been touched by a man for a long time, so it seemed very sensitive. When I moved, her voice became a little hurried, and her lips kept rubbing against my face. When I touched her little cherry, her reaction was more intense, and her whole body seemed to soften. She fell into my arms, and her lips kept rubbing against my face.

However, it's not very convenient to touch her breasts when we're sitting side by side, so I can't put my whole hand inside, for fear that someone in the aisle might come and I won't be able to retreat in time. She looks like she's getting aroused. She's no longer scratching my little stick with her nails, but massaging it with her palms, with greater force and higher frequency than before. It seems that she is not satisfied with just tickling me, and is exploring the zipper head on my pants.

Haha, the zipper head is easy to find, but the zipper cannot be opened when sitting. I stood up, and she skillfully unzipped my pants. At this time, my little stick was already hard as iron, and I was so eager to have close combat. Damn, this sister really made me anxious. I thought she would directly comfort the hungry little stick, but unexpectedly, she still played hard to get and just massaged my little stick through her underwear. Damn, seeing that I couldn't stand it anymore, she started to blackmail me.

He repeated an old question in my ear: "Tell me, will you miss your sister in the future?"

Damn, I often use this trick on my girlfriend, haha, it's retribution, my little brother is so swollen that it hurts, and I'm too lazy to think about whether I will think of her again. Besides, women don't necessarily want to hear the truth most of the time, so I might as well just go along with it. I said I did, haha, and she smiled as if she had finally won, and pushed my underwear aside with her hand, and finally reached my little brother without any obstacles.

After reaching my penis, she began to judge it and said in my ear, "Mmm, it's so thick and big."

Although I have seen other men's penises in the bathhouse, they were all in a flaccid state. I have only seen erectile states in porn movies. European and American porn movies are all about big dick brothers, haha, I can only feel inferior to them. However, as long as I watch Japanese porn movies, I become confident again. The Japanese ones can only be said to have small dicks, haha. However, if a woman praises your penis size, you don't have to take it seriously. Experienced women know how to arouse a man's ambition, haha.

Time flies so fast, a few hours went by in the blink of an eye, and we will arrive in Jinan in about half an hour. The problem of my little brother's hardness has not been solved yet, and I don't want to ejaculate in her hand, otherwise my pants will be covered with semen. The smell of semen is very unique, and people with experience can smell it. I have heard others say that I can go to the bathroom to solve it, but it is impossible in this situation now. It is only a little after 8 o'clock, and many people have not gone to bed yet. There are people chatting in the corridor. If we two go into the bathroom one after another, we will definitely be seen by others. After all, we still can't be too arrogant. There is no other way.

So I also reached out my hand to the root of her thigh and moved through her pants. She was wearing those relatively stiff boot-like pants. Damn, it seemed like I didn't feel anything when I touched her, and she didn't seem to feel anything either. The intensity of her reaction was far less than the stimulation to her little cherry. After a few movements, I lost interest.

At this time she spoke to me again: "I will arrive in Shanghai tomorrow. I don't have your phone number. You must remember to call me. You can come to Shanghai to see me when you have time, or I can come to Beijing to see you."

Oh my god, it seemed like she was really planning to develop a relationship with me in the future. I was very hesitant at the time. On the one hand, I was eager to experience a different kind of passion, but on the other hand, I was afraid that if we continued, things would get out of hand. After all, she was divorced, and I still had a good relationship with my girlfriend. I was really afraid that she would be sad if she knew about it.

There's no one else here, and we don't need to be as secretive about our movements as we did just now in bed. We dare not move too much. With my heart full of passion, I suddenly hugged her in my arms and began to rub her back and waist hungrily with my hands. Then my whole palm moved wantonly on her chest, and I reached my hand into her cleavage and held it firmly. She was very excited, she closed her eyes, and her breathing became rapid again. Damn, it's such a bad omen, someone is coming. I quickly stopped what I was doing and looked over. It was a conductor who was about to get off the train, so he opened the door.

The sister immediately recovered her normal state and started chatting with the conductor. The conductor might be middle-aged. I don’t understand Shanghainese, so I don’t know what they said. However, the conductor’s eyes kept passing over her breasts. Haha, looking at the lights outside the window, thinking that I would be able to see my girlfriend soon, I felt excited...

My girlfriend texted me saying that she had arrived at the train station and was buying a platform ticket. I said forget it, I would be there soon, and told her to wait for me at the exit, and she agreed.

A few minutes passed like this, and we arrived at the station. I got off the bus, and my sister saw me out. She held my hand again and said the same things as before, asking me to call her after she arrived in Shanghai. I agreed with her mouth, but I was not sure what I was thinking in my heart.

No matter what, I waved goodbye without taking a cloud with me. Just like that, my first "train affair" ended. My life was finally complete again. I hurried to the exit. My girlfriend was looking inside anxiously. When she saw me, she kept waving at me. Her face was filled with a happy smile. The love in her eyes almost melted me. My conscience was condemned. I felt that I should not betray her. If I had to try hard to find a reason to betray her, the only thing I could find might be that I wanted to change my taste. She is so understanding, gentle and thoughtful. She never adds any pressure to me when I am frustrated, and listens quietly to me telling my glorious stories when I am proud. In the eyes of my friends and her friends, we are such a happy couple.

During the few days I was in Jinan, the business card was kept in my clothes. One night, my girlfriend went out for something. Recalling the scene on the train, I took out the business card again. Should I call or not? This was a problem. I didn't know much about this sister's character. What if she was a very difficult woman? If my friends heard that I was having an affair with a woman in her forties, how would I survive in the future? I can care less about what people who don't know me think, but I can't care less about what my friends think.

After thinking it over, I couldn't bear the risk of the situation developing further, or the benefits of the situation developing further couldn't offset the risk I was willing to take. Holding the business card that the sister gave me in my hand, I no longer looked at the content on the card, for I was afraid that I would accidentally remember the phone number on it. I made up my mind.