TRAIN RIDE FROM CHINA
My husband Tom and I were visiting China with our friends Monica and Jeb. We were nearing the end of a wonderful vacation and had visited some very scenic mountains and a deep gorge in western China. We'd taken the train to this area of the country and were taking the same train back to the coast where we'd stay in a hotel before leaving the next day. The train ride out had been very pleasant. We saw some wonderful scenery and some interesting cities. The return trip was a five-hour ride.
We boarded the train and got seats in the next-to-last car. In the first hour of the trip, we got some food and used the facilities and had settled in for the remainder of our journey.
We rode through a city where there was a lot of activity. Some sort of demonstration was underway. It looked to be pretty unruly. The protest signs were nearly all in Chinese and illegible to us. However, there were a few signs in English. The protest was anti-American. We learned later that there had been an incident over the South China Sea and there were protests throughout China. Of course, the Chinese government allowed the protests to occur. They were trying to get their population stirred up at the U.S. The train stopped at the local station and a crowd of people got on the train. The protest was over and they were heading back to wherever they lived. The Chinese who got on were rude and obnoxious. They bullied us into giving up our seats. The aisles were packed with many people holding on to the hand rail and straps above the seats. We tried to smile at some of the Chinese riders, but they either ignored us or looked at us with a scowl or said something rude or hateful in Chinese. We didn't know what they were saying, but their tone of voice conveyed their meaning.
After an hour of riding in these crowded conditions, Monica and I had to go to the bathroom. The restroom was in the next car back. When we got to the next car, there was a very long line. Monica said she was going to try for another restroom in the car toward the front of the train, hoping things were less crowded there. As she passed by Tom and Jeb, she told them I would be awhile because I was in a long line. I stayed where I was and after twenty minutes, I got into the restroom. A couple of 'ladies' had rudely pushed ahead of me and as soon as I sat down, people were banging on the door for me to hurry. I came out and said something snotty to the next woman in line. I knew a few Chinese phrases and I used one on her.
But then the density of the crowd prevented me from moving forward to our car. A number of young men were between me and the door out of the car. I couldn't move in any direction and young men were crowding into me and rubbing against me. I tried to ask them politely to let me through, but they refused and became annoyed, then belligerent toward me. I was stuck. I decided to stay where I was for a few minutes to let emotions and the crowding subside.
Then, I felt a hand on my butt. I was wearing slacks, a vest and a buttoned blouse along with shoes and socks and underwear, of course. The hand moved and slid into the back of my pants, getting under my panties onto my bare skin. I turned and gave the man a dirty look and pulled his hand out of my pants. As I did this, another guy reached around and grabbed my breast. Then another hand went into my pants. I squirmed to move away from this intruder, arching my back. That opened up the front of me for another hand, which slipped into the front of my pants and found its way under my panties to my pussy. The hand rubbed my bush and then began to probe between my legs. I was trying to pull the hands off me, but was outnumbered. I got the hand out of the front of my pants but someone tugged at the waist of my slacks and pulled them down over my hips. They slipped to just above my knees. When I tried to grab them, two men pulled my hands away and my pants were soon down at my ankles. I thought of screaming, but the car was so noisy and I hadn't seen any security people. I did call for help, but that just drew more attention to me. Nobody helped. They stood and watched and one woman called me "an American bitch". I was trapped and hoped that everyone would calm down and leave me alone; no such luck.
While two guys were holding my hands from resisting, other men were stripping me. One guy was unbuttoning my blouse while another unhooked my bra from the back. They pulled the straps of the bra off my shoulders so with my open blouse and vest, my breasts were exposed. Numerous hands were groping for a feel. My nipples were pinched and hands were lifting and pawing me. Someone behind me pulled my blouse and vest off of my shoulders, leaving me topless. The men were jostling to feel and suck on my nipples and many of the men reached between my legs. Before long, my panties were down my legs. I had to lift one leg to keep from falling. In doing so, I stepped out of my clothes and shoes. I was naked except for my socks, one shoe and a clump of clothes at my other ankle. It wasn't long before those were pulled off my foot. While the group of men around me continued to grope me, I saw my clothes being passed around the car and women were taking articles they liked. Old men joined the young guys and numerous hands touched and probed every bit of my body from my knees to my head. They were enjoying stripping and groping an American woman with light hair and a pussy that matched.
