Deal breaker
A day of firsts
The train of metro 51 to Amsterdam south station arriving at Wibautstraat was more than usually overcrowded due to earlier delays. Normally I'd wait for the next one, assuming that would be less crowded. I knew I had to get in today, not wanting to be late the first day on my new job. So I strategically positioned myself next to one of the doors, like I had done in New York City countless times, hoping to squeeze in when people got out. Not many did, but being only 1.50 tall and having a young girl figure, as my former boyfriend described me, has its benefits. I managed to get myself a little spot with my back against the door and my cheek pressed to the chest of a much taller woman. Luckily not some smelly homeless guy I thought inhaling her scent. Nice!
To introduce myself; my name is Elisa Star and at that time I was 22. I am born in the United States of America, New York City, New York. I had recently graduated at the University of Amsterdam and I was on my way to my new job. With some luck I landed an entry level position at one of The Netherlands top three banks and I hoped to become a permanent Dutch resident. Being open about my bi-sexuality made returning to Trump country not the best plan, but let's stay away from politics. My short dark hair gave me a sportive look. I am rather small. Most Dutch people are much taller than me, so I tried to compensate for my teenage figure by wearing somewhat more mature clothing. Being mistaken for a 12 year old is annoying. The week before some 17 year old boy had been hitting on me. He was shocked when I told him my age and had problems believing me. I believe I am pretty and have never had any problems getting dates with men as well as women.
Somehow I managed to put my bag between my legs on the metro floor so that I would not have to carry it for the next 12 minutes. While doing this I checked out the body of the woman I would share .40 square centimetres with this ride. She seemed tense but also confident, a power woman. She had long strong legs, very long actually, and nice hips and under her soft blouse I felt the warmth between her breasts. She smelled nice and clean. For a moment I fantasised about really leaning my face in to her mounds.
At Amstel station quite a few people left our train, but even more came in. She got pressed into me even more and I noticed she put her hands on the window on my sides to prevent her being pushed even further into me. I looked up to her realising she was talking to me. Her eyes were blue jewels set in a beautiful face framed by nice blonde curls and were watching me questioning. Butterflies started fluttering in my stomach.
-'Sorry I do not speak Dutch.'
-'No problem. I said you'd better turn around, otherwise you may get suffocated.'
So sweet, although I wouldn't mind these warm and soft cushions smothering me, I thought.
-'Ok I will try. Can you give me some more space?', I said instead.
-'Not really but I will push back a little. I feel like a sandwich.'
When I felt she managed to give me the space I needed I turned facing the doors now. Then I felt her giving in to the pressure and her body squeezing into mine. I was in heaven in her arms and she awkwardly held me there. Her breasts were in my neck now and I carefully leaned into them. I didn't want her to notice, for that would be such an embarrassment. For some time I just enjoyed her proximity in silence. It felt good and warm; I felt myself getting aroused.
-'Never seen you in the sneltram before,' she ventured when we were past Overamstel.
Sneltram is some Dutch word for a type of metro I learned in my first weeks in Amsterdam, so I actually understood she was trying to start a casual conversation with the stranger she was being ground into by the crowd around us.
-'I prefer to commute outside rush hour, I like my personal space. And you?'
-'I am a rush hour type of girl, not!', she said mockingly: 'However I am late today and need to be in the office in time for some official presentations. I found I had no choice. It was too late to arrange a ride. And you?'
-'I will start on a new job today,'
I heard her smelling my hair, while I answered her. Luckily I washed it that morning.
-'Good for you. Where if I might ask?'
I named the large bank where I would be working.
-'Congratulations then. I hope..'
At that moment the door opened and we needed to step onto Rai station's platform to enable other people to get out. I finally could take a proper look at the beautiful woman. She was so amazingly tall, 1.95 I thought. She was in her late thirties or early forties. She was wearing a blue and grey women's suit with a white blouse and a light beige raincoat. Her heels were just above sensible height and made her even taller. She got away with that easily. She really looked upper class lost in the metro. It was actually quite awkward standing there looking at each other after the earlier forced proximity. At age 22 I felt like a girl next to her.
-'You are so small,' she said: 'I first thought you were a teenager.'
-'You are a beautiful giant, I am Elisa by the way', I replied extending my hand.
She shook it but didn't release it.
-'Thanks, I think. My name is Margot and I really need to get in again.'
-'Me too, although it is still too crowded.'
-'We will find a little corner where we can snuggle up. We will be working for the same bank anyway.'
Margot started to get into the train back first, using her expensive backpack to force other commuters backwards. The angry looks of the people cramped in the metro didn't even bother her. I followed her example by squeezing myself into her body until I felt her breasts on the back of my head again. Interesting start of the day I must say. I think I actually heard her moan at that time. Three minutes later we were out on station Zuid and walking towards the Mahlerplein exit, where she'd take the staff entrance and I would enter through the main one.
-'I wish you good luck today and let's do coffee one of these days. Here is my business card, feel free to call when you are settled.'
I took the card from her and we separated towards our entrances.
The welcome in the team was heart-warming, the department even ordered flowers for me. The morning was spent on meeting the team members, getting the laptop and software working and discussing the new CFO that would start today. That took my mind of my encounter with Margot effectively. During lunch I kept an eye open for her but never spotted her in the crowded restaurant. After lunch I was being guided by teammates toward the buildings auditorium where we would be introduced to the banks new sustainable strategy and some announcements. Rumours were that the new CFO would be presented. I missed most of the news, because I was just too busy getting to know people and learning to very basics of my job. The auditorium was like a college hall or a movie theatre with room for 400 people, red cotton clad seats with plenty of legroom for the tall people. A beamer showed the meetings title on the back wall and the stage was filled with a small table with two huge vases with flowers and a transparent lectern. Walking down the stairs of the auditorium I finally spotted Margot speaking and laughing with some nicely suited gentleman, a senior manager it seemed. She seemed very relaxed and confident. She was a bit taller than him. Margot caught my eye when I got seated in the third row and her face really lit up. She waved and I waved back smiling.
-'Do you know Margot?', asked my co-worker Bert who noticed our interaction.
