Friday night. Stuck in the vestibule at the end of the train, no seats and piles of luggage all over the place.

The only upside was that you were stuck in the vestibule with me. We were strangers in the night, me male slight dad bod and mid 40s. You female, slim, tall, mid 20s

We did that British thing of facing each other in close proximity but essentially ignoring each other. I had of course checked you out from head to toe and I liked what I saw.

The train was slow and bumpy. We seemed to have got stuck behind a slow train. Stopping and starting with a jerk.

You keept falling against me and I kept catching you. My hands catching your waist and your hands pushing on my chest. Each clinch got slightly longer. My warm hands on the skins of your hips. Your hands flat on my chest.

We didn't say anything but we both knew the touching was no longer accidental.

With one big jerking stop you fell into my arms and I slipped my hands under your top holding you in place. Not that you wanted to pull away anymore.

Our hands snaked underneath each other clothes groping and squeezing flesh

Our hands roamin over each others bodies.

Friday night wasn't going to be quite as dull as I thought...