Lan and I are from the same province, so naturally we go to meals and classes together. We also sat in the same row when listening to lectures. It was a big classroom. We sat in the last row. Because there was a computer class, there were two computers on the desks in each row. It was natural to separate the people in the front and back rows. Because of the distance, even the teacher on the podium wouldn’t see what we were doing if we were lying on our desks. Lan and I often whispered down there too.
The first week was spent getting to know each other, handing out new books, and forming a few study groups. Because of the excitement of being in a new environment, everyone was excited and had some unspoken urges and curiosities. Aside from studying, it seemed like everyone wanted something to happen in these three months.
And finally a little about myself, I’m an old man. Here begins the story of this winter.
I had thought that for three months, it must be very relaxing and maybe some travel programs. I didn’t realize that the curriculum was very tight. Marx and Lenin class, computer class, specialized class, e-learning class, and literature class. Literature class is everyone’s favorite. Because the teacher is basically according to the textbook to read, according to the textbook review questions left homework, the textbook have answers to the tips. The most interesting thing is that the teacher in literature class, Mr. Huang, was from somewhere and had a very strong accent. Anyway, if I didn’t read the book, I basically couldn’t understand a word he said during each 2-hour class. So every time I took literature class, it was like taking a relaxation class. Skipping class was not an option, we were all organized people, and no one wanted to leave a dirty record in our study records. If we brought it to our original unit, we were afraid that we wouldn’t be able to take it.
The first time I took a literature class, everyone felt curious. After all, working for many years, general learning in addition to politics is professional. However, when Mr. Huang opened his mouth, everyone at first listened patiently, to the second half of the section, basically dozing dozing, talking talking, reading novels reading novels. I really do not understand a sentence, want to see Lan’s reaction, raised his eyes to look at her, she also looked at me, the two will smile.
If you don’t have anything to do, find something to do. Lan and I weren’t very familiar with each other, so I wrote on a piece of white paper and handed it to her, and she replied and handed it back to me. On the surface, we didn’t move, but in private, we passed notes all the time. I’ve done this before when I was a student, but I didn’t think it would come in handy now.
At first the exchange was simple.
“So sleepy.” “Me too, can’t understand.” “What do you women do at night?” “Chat, play poker. It’s boring. What about you guys?” “Us too. And talk to each other about the wages and bonuses in each unit.”
It was about the second week, and the words exchanged went something like this. “Looking around, you’re the prettiest in the class.” “Nonsense, I’m the oldest sister.” “All the others are old ladies.” Her face turned a little red, and the note she handed me had a smiley face drawn on it crookedly. A little girl with the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile.
In the winter, it’s unbearably hot and dry indoors because of the heat. And surprisingly cold outside. I’m not used to the heat. Always feeling dry and always needing water. The automatic water fountain was in the corner behind us. I was always running to get water. The desks and chairs were fixed and it was difficult to get up, especially during class, so I didn’t dare move too much. So when I got up my body would often touch Lan’s hand. Once I even knocked her pencil off, and I quickly said I was sorry. But her hand never retracted. After that, I would touch her hand on purpose, regardless of whether I would touch it or not.
The notes were still passed in literature class and slowly progressed to other classes. The words on the notes also became more and more ambiguous. “What are you staring at? You miss your husband.” “I don’t want to.” “That’s because I miss Mr. Liu.” Mr. Xiao Liu is in computer class, very handsome, we often joke about him in private. “I miss you. Bummer.” “I’m right next to you, miss what.” The note was passed and her hand came to pick it up, my hand didn’t retract and pressed smoothly against hers. She pulled back hard and I pressed it tight. After struggling for a moment, she stopped moving. Another note came from the other hand. “Someone else saw it. Stop it.” “Then put your hands under the table.” I let go and she took her hand away. First she ignored me, and after a while, I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but she did put her hand down.
I looked around nervously, and the people next to me were asleep on their desks. So boldly, I put my hand down as well, pretending to relax and stretch my body, and reached out and touched her hand. She didn’t flinch. So I held her hand. When I held it, I felt that her hand was so hot, as if it was sweating. It was very soft, and when I first touched it, my heart felt like it was electrified. She also seemed to be a little excited. Feel the body a little trembling. At first held still, then I used my fingers to gently scratch in her hand, she also bent her fingers to tease my palm. That feels so comfortable.
I’ve become the most active and motivated student in my class. This is what our homeroom teacher, Mr. Shen, said. I was the first to arrive and the last to leave the class, no matter what the weather was like, no matter what time of the day it was. My heart was tethered to it, and I indulged in it really quickly. But Lan didn’t seem to be affected in the slightest. The time to come then come, the time to go then go, do not stay. Also did not seem to care about my feelings, the warpaint our hands are often held together in class.
Soon I was no longer satisfied with the pleasure of holding hands, and chance helped. Since there were basically no activities scheduled for the evening of the course, the students suggested studying in the classroom in the evening. The students proposed to go to the classroom to study in the evening. The class teacher, Lao Shen, said, “You want to go to the Internet. The whole class laughed out loud in silent agreement. The computers in this classroom can be used to access the Internet, but it is necessary to change the interface of the server in the computer room. Old Shen said, I’ll help you talk about it. Three months is also a little bit boring. The next night, the classroom became a big Internet cafe.
As soon as Lan came in at night, without turning on the computer, she came right up close to me to watch me surf the web. Turns out she’d never been online before. She’d just taken a shower, and her hair gave off a light scent. It was the first time we sat together at night, and it was easier to get lost in the dim light. Our hands naturally crossed in the dark.
Because of the night, because the classroom is not many people, next to us is empty. I was bold enough to loosen my hand, spread my palm, and gently put it on her thigh. She pretended not to realize, also put her hand on my palm. Through the clothes, you can still feel her body temperature and flesh, my palms like ants slowly wriggling, back and forth rubbing. The softness of her body, coupled with the scent of her body, and her nervous breathing and heartbeat, really exciting. I really want to turn around and kiss her, but this environment, as well as our relationship, I really dare not. I’m afraid she won’t be able to accept it and will turn against me. It’s so close to my eyes that I can’t stop thinking about it, I can’t stop thinking about it, I can’t stop thinking about it, I can’t stop thinking about it, but I can’t get it. This kind of feeling also makes my heart boiling and contradictory.
As lights out approached, the classroom became less and less crowded. I knew that tonight’s happy hour was coming to an end. Suddenly, my hand slipped to the base of her thigh, and before she had time to react, I went straight between her legs. She quickly came to block, but can only stick to the palm of my hand, trying to move away from my hand, which is of course futile.
To be honest, through my clothes, it wasn’t much more pleasurable than my thighs. But the satisfaction of violating the private territory of the opposite sex, and the fact that she didn’t resist much, or only pretended to resist, but actually accepted it, gave my spirit a great deal of satisfaction.
So, even though it was through my clothes, imagining the softness and wetness there, imagining the warmth and longing there, imagining the gallop and pleasure there, made my palms reluctant to leave for a long time.
The next day, Lan seemed a little upset, and hadn’t looked at me since she entered the classroom. I was terrified that she was angry with me for touching her yesterday. So I went back to my old ways and started passing notes to her again. I wrote: “I’m sorry” on the note. She read it and didn’t reply for a long time. My heart jumped into my throat, thinking that this time it was over.
After a long time, she handed back the note that said, Why did you do that to me. Dang. I was really angry about that. I replied: I can’t control it, I can’t help it. She took the note and looked at it, giggled, and immediately looked toward the podium again, fortunately the teacher did not notice. She handed over the note: Never do that again!!!! I replied: yes, but hold my hand. She replied: see how you do. My heart immediately felt as sweet as honey, knowing she wouldn’t be angry with me. After a while, I pretended that I didn’t mean to touch her hand again, and after some dodging and pursuing, my hands tangled together again.
For the next period of time in the evening, we surfed the Internet every day in the classroom. She was gradually trained by me to become a fan of the Internet from an Internet illiterate. She was not interested in news and sports, so I let her go to some forums and read those novels and stories of love. Among them there is no lack of red apricot wall couples sex post, often let her look at the ear red face hot. Thinking about between me and her, there has been no progress for a long time. This night, I finally couldn’t hold back, and hit the ground running again.
Opportunity always favors those who are prepared. Or those who are scheming. Hey, hey, here’s another chance. Lan wants to watch a movie. But she can’t because she doesn’t have the software installed. She can’t download and install it. I had no choice but to help her. She sat on a chair, I stood up, my hand went to her right side, holding the mouse, drawing on the screen. The classroom was heated, and the students usually took off their coats when they came in, wearing only sweaters or cardigans. Lan was a big red sweater, and I laughed at her for looking like a new bride. She gave me a blank stare.
However, when my hand reached out, even though my body was a little bit away from her, my arm could just touch her breasts as it moved, soft and firm. Instead of moving away from me because of this, she pretended to come closer in order to get a better look at the computer, almost with her body next to my arm. When not moving the mouse, the arm and her breasts were just pressed together.
As soon as he moved, he felt a soft touch.
Had a hard time installing the software. Looking for a movie to watch. But the internet is slow and always stuck. And she had no interest in watching the movie. Very early in the morning, she said, “Forget it, go to bed.” Of course I couldn’t let her go, so I asked, “Tomorrow is the weekend. You’re going to bed so early.” She said, “Why don’t I go to bed?” After a while, she said, “Why don’t you walk with me?”
Suddenly a joke comes to mind. A rather pedantic student finally got up the courage to hand a note to the girl he had been crushing on for a long time, saying he wanted to get to know her. The girl didn’t say a word, packed up her books and was ready to go. When she was leaving, she turned back to the pedant and said, “Do you want to walk with me. The pedant said, you go first, I still have a few pages to read. Haha. I certainly will not miss this opportunity. Simply clean up, there is nothing to clean up, is to turn off the machine. Then one after the other out of the classroom.
It was a cold night in the north. We were shivering in the wind. Follow the street behind the training building. It was a residential area. Small hutongs, lined with small trees. A cold night, a yellowing moon, a few stars. Such a night is not suitable for love.
Unconsciously, I took her hand, and it was all cold. But it felt warm. There are not many people on the street. Only in the hutong mouth of the place sporadically some buy casserole sell lamb kebabs. No one knew us, we talked and laughed a lot, mainly about the cold weather and the boredom of study life. I also bought a few skewers of lamb at a stall, the stall owner highly recommended that I buy lamb waist, saying that this thing is complementary ah, Lan and I looked at each other and laughed.
I really felt less cold after eating. We didn’t dare to go too far because the road was unfamiliar. At a place where there was almost no way out, Lan said, “Let’s walk back.” Saying that, she turned to look at me, and I looked at her, and boldly took her other hand, holding both hands together. The upper bodies were separated by a distance, and the bodies in thick clothing were trying to get closer. With a sudden hard pull, her whole body flung itself into my arms.
No struggling. No talking. No sound of anything around. Felt the softness of her breasts against my body through my shirt. Let go of her hands and wrapped them around her waist. Body pressed tighter. Lan laid her head on my shoulder, straining to breathe, feeling the hot breath and nervous heartbeat that made my heart race.
Bravely, he lifted his head to seek out Ran’s face and pressed his own against it. Icy, gently rubbing it. Then gently probing her nose, her forehead, her eyes. Slowly rubbing her face with her own. Abruptly giving up again when cruising to her lips, going for her ears, her neck deep in her collar. Her body trembled a little, and as I brushed my lips over her neck, I could hear her let out a soft, long sigh: ahhh
I wasted no time in kissing. Her lips were closed. First she dodged and then she was kissed by my lips. Because of the cold weather, there wasn’t much feeling in the lips. So I stuck out my tongue and tried desperately to pry her mouth open. Topped off the lips, teeth still clenched, and slowly worked my way in again. Opened a crack and came in contact with a little tongue warmth. I tried harder. Suddenly it opened up, like a Wuling finding a peach blossom. My tongue swam in completely, seeking out the tip of her shy, wanting tongue. First there was a gentle tentative tongue to tongue, then a frantic entanglement, devouring, sucking. Big kisses and sucks on each other’s lips. Deep kisses on her neck. I really couldn’t help myself at this point. Left and right arm around her, right hand pressed to her breasts. I rubbed them vigorously through the sweater. Ah. They’re really plump. Young lady, I’m crazy about you.
I wrapped my left arm around her hips and kept my lower body pressed against her, trusting that she could feel my hardness. In the constant tearing and tangling, my lower body was rubbing against hers. It had been a long time since I had done it due to coming out to study. I didn’t expect to have the uncontrollable contractions of ejaculation in the midst of great excitement. But I knew there was no ejaculation. I came back to find that it was still wet and there was liquid coming out.
As I contracted, she abandoned my mouth and clasped her hands around me, her body pressed together. Suddenly her whole body shook as well. I didn’t dare move a muscle, and it took a long time before her body suddenly went from tense to relaxed. I kissed her gently on the mouth and rubbed her lips with mine. She suddenly pushed me away and asked, “Why are you bullying me.” I hurriedly replied, “I like you.”
“Go back, it’s too late.” She said. Back in the dorm, I got a message from her on my phone, “I don’t know what happened today. I went crazy. Forget about it and pretend it never happened.”
Lying in bed, I wonder if we have a story. But only God knows. The fun has just begun.
There was no more intimacy between us for a long time after this. And no one would ever bring up the events of that night again. It was as if we were back to the relationship we had when we first started school, polite and formal. Sometimes I’d stare at her blankly, sometimes in a trance, wondering if we’d ever been intimate at all. Ran didn’t even look at me, and she looked calm and collected.
Finally the first snow has fallen and studies have reached their mid-term. The training course gave everyone a week’s vacation to go home. On this night, Lao Shen wandered around the rooms, implementing the tickets or air tickets that everyone had to book. I wanted to fly, but I asked the head of the unit and was told to take the train. It was just for one night. We’ll be there soon. That’s what the head said. I had no choice. I had to book a train ticket. Old Shen heard that I booked a train ticket and asked in surprise, “Lan took an airplane, won’t you go together.” Because in advance, students from all provinces are required to go back together. But she and I did not discuss it. I had to answer, “The unit can only reimburse the train ticket.” Old Shen said, “Then you’d better discuss it with Lan. Don’t leave her to go alone as a woman.”
Went to knock on Lan’s door and she was alone in her room. I said, “You’re leaving on an airplane. My unit can only reimburse train tickets.” Lan smiled slightly and said, “Then I’ll book a train ticket too.” I said okay. We went together to find Lao Shen and asked him to book train tickets instead. After Old Shen left, Lan stayed behind to discuss with me what time we should leave and what we should take with us. Should we buy some dry food and water. I said, “We’ll be there after a night’s sleep, you think we’re moving. She laughed.
The next day at 5:00 p.m., we got on the southbound train together. It was neither the end of the year nor a holiday, and the sleeping compartments were empty. There were less than 10 people in one car. The sleeper at the front and rear of the car each have a few people, seem to be together. In the middle of the car, there were only two of us in the bunks, both in the lower bunks. I said, “How is it? It’s more comfortable than flying. Even going to the bathroom is a hassle on an airplane. Here you can lie down whenever you want.” Lan also quickly said yes. “I always thought the train was crowded, but I didn’t realize it was usually a vacuum.”
In the car bought two boxed lunches, I asked for two more beers, and some snacks and snacks. After eating a full meal two people slowly drink and eat. The sky quickly darkened. The outside of the car was a blur, and the white dahlia lights inside the car were very dazzling. We drink and chat at the same time. Drink to later she was a little confused. She asked me, “Why don’t you look for me later.” I said, “I’m afraid you’ll be angry.” She said, “You think I’m a bad woman.” I said no. I was really afraid of hurting her again. Then I sat down on her side of the berth and let her lean against me. She said, “When people go abroad, they really seem to relax. There is always a feeling of indulgence. I realize I’m a bad woman.” I said, “That’s not true. Everyone’s the same. It’s mostly just too lonely, I guess. “She laughed and said, “So you don’t like me. Just because of the loneliness?” I said in a huff, “If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t look for you even if I was lonely.” She puffed and laughed, finished the last of her drink, and collapsed on the bed with her clothes on.
The stewardess never showed up again after changing the tickets. Maybe it was because of the cold weather. Everyone was too lazy to move. But the train was heated, and after the train had been running for a while, it started to feel hot and dry. Lan slept on the bunk and I sat there talking to her. She said she felt hot, so she took off her jacket, then her red sweater, her ample breasts bouncing a little and then regaining their composure. She then went back to removing her pants. “I can’t sleep without getting undressed.” She said as she got under the covers. Through the covers, I knew she was only wearing a thin set of underwear. I can’t believe I’m getting a little frisky on this train.
I tried to hold her hand. She didn’t resist either. She was sleeping on a pillow, her hair a little disheveled. I used my hand to straighten it. Smoothly caressing her face, her ears, her eyes nose. She lay still, not moving a muscle. I leaned down and went to kiss her. She kissed me back and then said, “Watch out for people.” I said, “People think we’re married.” She laughed and boldly took the initiative and tilted her head up to kiss me. One at a time, like a chicken pecking at a grain of rice. The emotions inside me jumped up all at once. Kissed hard. Tongue went back into her mouth, twisting and sucking.
My hand went under the covers. Accurately touching her breasts. With only a light sweep over them, I lifted up her underwear and pushed back her bra, her full breasts popping out and my large hands covering them. She pushed herself up a little and reached down to unhook her bra from underneath. My right hand, easily and without restraint, began to fondle her breasts. First, I squeezed them hard, then rubbed my palms lightly over the nipples, followed by gently tweaking the nipples with my fingertips, and gently scraping the area around the nipples with my fingernails. She was moans spread immediately. “So cozy.” She said.
I let go of my breasts and slowly moved my hand down to her thigh, feeling up slowly through her shirt, pausing briefly in the middle area before moving to the other thigh. I touched her back and forth a couple of times, and when she wasn’t looking, I slipped my hand under the rubber panty belt, picked up her panties, and slid my hand up to her seeming place. She was trying to block it, but seemed to suddenly give up again. Above, I kissed her neck, her ear. It left her breathless. “You sleep in too.” She said as she pulled me a little.
The lights weren’t out at this time. Honestly, I’m still a little scared. Two people sleeping together wouldn’t be bothered. But I gave up. I said, “Let’s wait until the lights go out.” She laughed, “Coward.” My hand between her thighs went down in a flash, a bulging mound of flesh, a layer of slippery hair, and then it reached the softness. Covering it with the palm of my hand and slowly rubbing it, I felt her her bottom push upward, as if echoing me. I slowly fumbled to separate her privates-parts, pulling each side, then sliding my fingers in shallow places until the whole surrounding area was wet.
Her lower – body was undulating even more. The whole hips – was twisting and turning, and low slurred noises were coming out of her mouth. I didn’t know what to do either. Seriously, I’ve never done it with my hands for a woman before. And there was no telling if it was the same as m-l.
Suddenly I heard her say, “I want it.” My blood rushed to me, and regardless, I ruffled the covers, lifted up her inner-suit, and took a bite of her-room. She ah’d, startling me because it was so loud. I stopped all movement for the moment and covered her quickly, listening to the movement in the carriage. There were a few people chatting in tongues, some were putting their children to bed, and everything was so peaceful. We looked at each other and smiled. I whispered, “Not too loud.” She said, “I didn’t mean to.” I said, “Do you usually scream-bed.” She whacked me. I grabbed her hand and told her to go down slowly, and she ran at me there knowingly. Stroking me through my shirt. “It’s so big,” she said. “Like it.” “Love it, I want it now.” Her hand was about to undo my belt when I stopped her, “No, wait for lights out.”
She unzipped the chain of my pants and slipped her hand in to search for it. I had been up-hard there for a long time. First she grabbed it and gave it a firm grip. Then up and down, as if to feel the size. Then she made her hand into a fist and fiddled with it less skillfully. I hadn’t done this in a long time and was very sensitive. Knowing it would soon be gone at this rate, I tried to stop her. She said, “Isn’t it tempting to-come.” I said, “Yeah. It’s been a long time since I’ve done it.” She said, “Well, let me get it out of you first.” I looked at her a little suspiciously, surveying our surroundings. It didn’t seem like it was possible. She said, “Sit up a little bit.”
I just had to take my hand out of the covers and sit up. She said, “Sit up here.” She patted the pillow. I understood. Took off my shoes, turned sideways inward, and sat against her head. My body was appropriated with the jacket she had taken off. If anyone saw it, no one would know there was a situation as long as they didn’t move. Her head was mostly buried in the covers, and under the cover of the jacket, she pulled out my little D-D. First, she fiddled with it for a bit, then put it on her nose and sniffed it, and I was glad that I had already showered an hour before coming out from the training course. There must be no odor at all.
She lifted her head, her little mouth came up for a kiss, then stuck her tongue out to lick it, drawing circles around the glans. And the tether, the mouth of the top head, all with the tongue – head against – licking. I thought I had met a master, but when she swallowed the whole thing in her mouth, I still felt she was not very skillful, and her teeth kept scraping me. I whispered, “Don’t use your teeth.” She looked up and said, “No.
I wrapped my lips around my teeth.” I understood, but couldn’t explain it to her for a moment. A woman wraps her lips around her teeth to avoid scraping them, but is using the outside of her lips to touch the man, which actually still makes the man feel the hardness and sting of the teeth. In fact, the lips should be raised, with moist and soft inner lips containing the man, easy and natural slide, so comfortable. After a while, I still couldn’t stand it, so I said, “Forget it, it’s hard to reach like that.” She was also tired and gave up.
My body slid down and I lay side by side with her. She pulled the covers up and put part of them over me. We chatted. She said, “I’m not very good at this yet, I rarely do this.” I said, “It’s okay. I’m already comfortable.” Her hands reached into my shirt, pulling back layers of my tightly bound underwear to touch my body. Small hands stroked all over my body, waist-, stomach-, chest-, then stroked and stroked my nipples. I kissed her eyes, her nose, her lips. This felt much more comfortable.
My right hand went down again unconsciously. It stroked all over her body and then went to the hidden garden of the arrival, which was already awash. My lips kissed her ear and told her, “So much water.” Then my tongue pressed against her ear, sweeping it gently. Her body responded even more. It was like a fish in deep water, swimming around.
My left hand because I have to use it to stabilize my body from falling off on the narrow bed. So it felt like it couldn’t be fully exerted. I asked her to sleep inwards. She got up on her side and made a wider position for me. I supported my body with my left elbow and my left hand began to roam over her breasts-. My lips licked the neck of her ear, my left hand cupped her nipple, my right hand gently stroked her privates, and finally landed gently on her clit, rubbing it slowly. Soon, she bit her lips, full of pain is scratching, a moment later, her body tensed and shook. I knew she had reached once.
You can’t continue to stimulate the clitoris when you’ve had an orgasm or you’ll be uncomfortable. Her private – part was already all wet and lubricated like oil. With ease, my fingers went in, the first time I had ever used my hand to enter a woman’s body. As I explored, I not only thought about exploring my ever-ignorant G-spot.
The inside was smooth and swollen and flexible. My fingers swirled around inside and felt around. With a little pressure, it was at the bottom. It felt like there was a knot at the bottom, and when I pressed it, she said that was the mouth of the uterus, I think. Shouldn’t be comfortable. After a couple of rotations to find it, I finally felt a spot where it was rougher compared to the inner wall. It wasn’t big, the size of a fingertip, layered, this is the G-spot, right? I pressed harder, my fingers rotating and rubbing on this point. She suddenly raised her head and sucked my mouth violently, I continued to press, she put her tongue into my mouth and stirred violently, suddenly ah the whole body went limp.
I was also a little tired and turned to lie on top of her, watching her slowly recover as she basked in the afterglow. It was the first time I’d ever laid on top of her, soft and supple, with my lower body against her private parts through her clothes. I said, knowing full well the counselor, “High – tide yet.” “Uh, 3 times.” She said. I was surprised, I thought it was 2 times myself. I said, “More.” She said, “I’m afraid you’re too tired.” I said, “I’m not tired.” I lowered my head and kissed her nipple, sucking and kissing it gently. My lower body also pressed hard against her and kept rubbing.
She said, “Do you want to cum.” I said, “No, I don’t want to, it’s to make you comfortable.” I didn’t want to cum just like that. After a while of friction, she arrived again. Two people, already sweating on a winter train.