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Passion Train
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I had a huge demand for sex and I had directly squeezed out several boyfriends. They all broke up with me in the end. I started to seek more excitement and participated in many activities. It was exciting, but I was not satisfied. One day, I saw a post about returning home on the Internet. The post said that four men and one woman had been found and one person was missing before the train departed. The destination of this train was a famous remote town here. It had not been developed yet and was a natural oxygen bar. I didn't know if it was natural or not. When I saw four men, I quickly contacted the owner of the post. Fortunately, I was the first to sign up, and he soon pulled me into the group. No one in the group knew each other, and they were just for a collision of excitement and sparks. After agreeing on a time, I specially changed into the newly bought travel equipment and wore nothing inside. Maybe I had a genetic advantage and developed well since I was a child. Even if I didn't wear anything inside and only put on nipple stickers, I could still stand tall. Looking at my hot curves, I looked forward to this trip more and more. When I arrived at the train station, almost everyone was there. Another girl seemed to be familiar with a man at the scene, and they soon played together. I was a little nervous and hid in a corner. When everyone was together, we got on the train. The train back home this time was an old-fashioned green train with not many people in the carriage. For safety reasons, the girls sat by the window. The men's eyes were fixed on me, and I couldn't help trembling. I deliberately twisted my waist, and they were obviously very excited. However, when we got on the train, I found that we were not in the same carriage with the other four men. One carriage was full of Migrant Workers who were preparing to return home. The train had been running for a while, and the lights in the carriage suddenly went out, and the whole carriage was shrouded in darkness. At this moment, I felt a burning heat on my buttocks. I immediately realized that someone was touching me, and I couldn't help swallowing. But I couldn't stand up suddenly, so I could only sit where I was. The person behind me seemed to feel that I was not wearing anything inside, which made me even more excited. He seemed very skilled, and my heart was extremely satisfied, and I couldn't help but groan softly. When the lights came on again, I turned my head to see who was touching me.
But when I turned my head, the men behind me were all sitting together, their expressions unusually relaxed. I felt my face flush; someone had definitely touched me just now. The Team Leader of the Migrant Workers looked at me and asked, "What's wrong?" I bit my lip; I couldn't possibly say that someone had touched me, so I just shook my head and said nothing. Yet, I found myself fantasizing about that large hand… As I thought about it, an unusual feeling began to arise within me. They all looked at me with faint smiles.
I could only turn my head away, and my chest swayed along with me. The entire carriage was stifling hot; we were all feeling restless and panting heavily. I was sweating profusely, my clothes sticking tightly to my body, making me extremely uncomfortable. Because of this, the Migrant Workers kept staring at me. Helplessly, I had to hug my chest, trying to divert their gaze. But their eyes still followed me.
Fortunately, we didn't stop for long before the train was about to depart again. Suddenly, the sky darkened. The Team Leader of the Migrant Workers suddenly halted and wore a serious expression: "It looks like it's going to rain heavily; let's not move around anymore." If it rained heavily, there would also be thunder. The more we moved around in the carriage, the more likely accidents would happen.
At that moment, fine raindrops began to fall from the sky. The stifling carriage filled with heavy breathing sounded like a sauna. My clothes were wet and clinging to my body, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. Just then, my breast pad got wet and was about to fall off. Oh no! I quickly covered myself; if it fell off, it wouldn't be a joke.
Seeing the gazes of the Migrant Workers made my mouth dry up instantly. Luckily, there was a corner in the carriage where some miscellaneous items were piled up; it seemed to be temporarily placed there by the train staff. We hurriedly hid inside. The Team Leader of the Migrant Workers skillfully arranged a clean spot, and soon the corner became warm.
I wish I could sit right next to the fire.
The rain outside was pouring harder, as if the sky had broken open, and for the time being, we couldn't go anywhere. With the rain falling, the floor of the carriage was slippery; if I moved carelessly, I didn't know what kind of accident might happen.
These Migrant Workers had me surrounded on the hard seat, and the carriage was so stuffy that it was hard to breathe. We were all drenched in sweat, our clothes sticking to our bodies, making it particularly uncomfortable. To keep warm, the six of us sat very close together.
The Migrant Workers were pressed tightly against me, and one girl had low blood sugar and kept her eyes closed. It was then that I realized how exposed I felt; my breast pads had long since disappeared. I hugged myself, my heart racing.
This was a feeling I had never experienced before. My clothes were especially tight-fitting, and at that moment, the Team Leader of the Migrant Workers threw a jacket over to me.
"Put this on; I can see you're soaked," he said without looking at me, his head down as he spoke quietly.
The Migrant Workers all turned away, and I quickly took off my wet clothes underneath and put on his jacket. Just as I finished changing, I caught him looking at me.
Did he see everything?
I licked my lips and said nothing; the jacket still held his warmth, and that feeling was incredibly thrilling to me.
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