I was in my own world contemplating my evening and when I noticed the girl standing off to my left hand side. The contrast between her pale skin, almost jet black hair and striking green eyes was almost hypnotic and I couldn't believe how I hadn't noticed her before. It was then that I glanced down and noted with delight her strappy, thin, floaty summer dress and the curves beneath. She was a stunner and I couldn't help but admire. At which point she caught my eye and I knew I'd been busted!
I gave her my best 'you caught me red handed' look and smiled in apology. Thankfully she seemed to not care, smiled back and turned to her friend to talk. I went back to contemplating my evening, now drenched in visions of her playing a major part in it. Having forgotten to when I left the office, I took my phone out my pocket and turned it on.
The train was heaving and as we pulled in to the first stop the platform was busy with people wanting to get on. The doors opened, a few people got off and then a surge of others tried to cram in like voluntary sardines in a tin - Oh the joys of London! This turned out to have a plus point though...
The dark haired, green eyed stunning girl I’d noticed earlier was suddenly thrown forward towards me by a surge of people pushing on the train behind her. She nearly lost her footing and careened into me with outstretched arms doing either side of me. On reflex, to stop both of us from falling, I threw my right hand up to grab the rail and my left arm out round her waist. As we regained our balance I became acutely aware that I was flush against her, my arm round her waist with my hand resting on her hip, with my body turned in to her. Due to the people pushed up behind her and the wall of the carriage directly behind me neither of us could move.
'Well this is cosy' I remarked. 'Hi' I said quite calm. 'I'm David'.
'Jen,' she replied with a smile.
I then realised that my left hip was snug against her with my left hand pocket containing my mobile phone directly against her pussy. The hard edge of my phone was probably tracing a line directly down over her clit. Perhaps, she realized, as she replied with a friendly giggle and a flash of her now distinctly mischief filled green eyes.
It was at that point I realised my mobile phone was set to vibrate instead of ringing and would do so for any notification - email, text, Facebook, news alerts or call.