When I was about twenty years of age, I used to commute to the centre of London using the London Underground ('The Tube') and work on various construction sites. In those days, I wore running shoes ('trainers') with jeans, a tee shirt and a bomber jacket. I was pretty fit, muscular (I went to the gym four nights a week) and standing at six foot tall, I would venture that I was presented as, all in all, quite a good looking guy!
I was waiting on the underground platform at a central London station, taking a typical autumn journey home from the centre of London to the outer suburbs, a journey of twenty odd stops which took about an hour. When the train rolled into the station, I stepped into a packed carriage which was already pretty much cheek by jowl because the train had filled up several stops before I had alighted. As each stop would pass, more people would push through the doors to get on and you were required to shuffle further toward the centre of the carriage to accommodate the new arrivals.
On this occasion, I found myself stepping into the carriage immediately behind a woman who was wearing a pair of high heeled boots that were just below her knees, a mid-length skirt and waist length jacket with a hood. She had a bag over her left shoulder and was about three inches shorter than me in her heels.
As I had entered the carriage, she had turned to look at me, revealing a very pretty and freckled face with green eyes; I aged her at early thirties and she shuffled slightly forward to let me have a bit of room to stand. She had long and curly strawberry blonde hair which billowed over the hood of her jacket and, somewhat annoyingly, she insisted on shaking her hair every now and then which caused me to receive a mouthful of it! I'll admit it was very soft indeed, she smelled wonderful and strawberry blonde happens to be my favourite!.
She stood grasping the vertical handrail with her right hand as the train rocked and rolled and I tried valiantly NOT to press against her from behind, as I was being pushed toward her by someone behind me and following yet another head shake and mouthful, I emitted a pretend "spitting" noise to let her know what was happening.
She turned immediately to reveal a lovely warm smile, which I returned, and she apologised as she did so. I actually think she KNEW what she was doing and was playing with me, a conclusion I soon found to be correct!
We passed through the next station and even more people crammed into our carriage from behind us until it was nigh on impossible for me to avoid being pressed hard against her from behind. If you've ever travelled under these conditions on the London Underground, you'll know just how intimate this can become with the sway and rocking of the carriage and you make a point of trying not to touch and be touched in certain areas! An attempt at groping or goosing a woman in London under such circumstances would most likely be unwelcome, would attract a verbal tirade and chances are; even a punch in the face!
She was positioned immediately beside a vertical rail within the mid carriage entrance area, which she grasped at waist level for support and I had my hand above hers on the rail, again making sure to avoid contact (as is generally the accepted norm when commuting in London).
Particularly, I was trying not to allow my cock to press against her bottom, which would be regarded as particularly 'non-Politically Correct' in English society, by shifting my hips sideways or at an angle to her bottom. However, this woman would adjust herself and by the bend of a knee, shuffle of her feet and arching of her back, actually pushed her buttocks back onto me! It became blatantly obvious that she wasn't doing this accidentally, as she turned coyly and smiled at me a couple of times after she had successfully sought out my bulge and strategically positioned it within the warm and inviting crack of her bottom. Her right hand had moved up the vertical handrail to be in contact with mine. Meanwhile, her left arm hung down over her bag to her thigh and she stared straight ahead into space as if nothing untoward was happening.
