The Central line tube London in the heart of August the hottest place on earth. Sweat poured from overdressed and unsuspecting tourists. The regular commuters were regrettably wearing suits with ties to the apple, and style cream running from their hair. Squeezing, touching, and rubbing against all manner of people to fill every last available space, the only place where even the visible seem invisible.
Jack lay unseen, pressed back down against the set of doors he knew wouldn't open for the next six stops, this was his favourite vantage point from here he could see everything and all he had to do was wait. She had no name but he had been following watching waiting for weeks, he need not know her name he knew her so well already.
Three weeks ago he first saw her; he was riding back and forth on the rush hour in the hope of spotting someone like her, around 23 she stood at 5ft 4 and with heels around 5ft 7. She must work in the city he thought always smartly dressed but her skirt was short enough to ensure that where ever she went she was noticed. Her breasts were small but seemed firm any bigger would have looked odd on her slender figure, her skin was golden brown, not the unnatural kind, it screamed of Mediterranean heritage, her eyes were hazel and her lips plump and red. Long brown curls fell to her shoulders and framed her face. She was and is the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
The tube was crowed and when Rachel got on she pushed her way right to the back to the other set of doors as she always did, she had a few stops to go and did not want to keep moving out of the way for other people. Today was hot not as warm as yesterday but on the tube there no air and what air there was heavy and damp. Every person she touched on her way to the back set of doors was sticky and sweaty, her hand reached up for the bar but she was not quick enough. The jerk of the tube pulling away from the station forced her to step her left leg out and stop her from falling. She did not want to fall on the balding guy next to her who already had his eyes boring holes in her chest. By the time she had regained her balance her hand was on the bar and someone else's foot was in-between hers not allowing her to close her legs. Normally this would make her uncomfortable however today was so hot that she could do with her legs not sticking together.
Jack could not believe his luck, laying in the same position he always had she had opened her legs for him, he stared dreamily drinking in the entirety of her slender legs, his eyes started at her perfect size 4 feet in a set of heels that meant her calves stood to glorious attention. Jack's eyes drifted up and up and he finally he allowed himself the pleasure, from this angle he could not see the lace that ran so deep between her plump cheeks only a thin triangular piece of material that covered her cunt, it was stunning and perfectly contained each side of the material lay pimpled skin of a recent shave and the elastic lay fold to a small plump bulge. Jack wanted nothing more than to sit up and bury his face between her legs and smell her sweetness, this thought made him twitch, he couldn't stop himself he lifted his right hand up not touching but tracing the inside of her thigh, and held his finger an inch from her perfect cunt, he wanted to feel her heat but he could not risk touching the bulge, not yet.
The tube was beginning to filter out and Rachel wondered over to take a seat two more stops and she would be nearly home, Rachel knew this Friday would be the quietest in a while her flatmate had gone back to her parents and she had no plans other than going straight to sleep.
Jack followed her closely out of the tube station all the way back to her flat, it was already gone 7 and London was heaving with drunk people every guy turned their heads to watch her walk by, her tight arse wrapped in thin black material was enough for any man to follow but no one else did just Jack, tonight she was going to be his. Jack knew that once she had reached her home that he would have to wait for her to come out to the back door for her last cigarette before bed and as it happened that wouldn't be a long wait.
Rachel opened the door to her ground floor flat and swept inside she longed for her bed and sleep but she must check the back door and smoke before bed this was her ritual and she only felt safe if she locked the back door herself.
She stood smoking in the doorway her heels were off and so was her blazer she stood there in a black skirt a white blouse untucked with a cigarette dangling elegantly from her fingers she looked somehow more vulnerable and even hotter than she had done on the tube. Jack stood close he knew his window of opportunity was small and he must seize it, she stepped gently down from the door and took two paces towards the ash tray, this was it, Jack stole inside and made his way into her bedroom.