We had a work party last Friday that finished pretty late and had an open bar, so of course I got pretty drunk.

I'm an average woman, 27, brown shoulder length hair, not stunningly pretty but not ugly I think. I don't have much in the breast department, about a b-cup, no real cleavage. My stomach isn't toned but it isn't chubby- same goes for most of me. My ass is pretty big though- again not a firm bubble butt but it's almost thicc, I'd say. You can get a good handful of it. Same for my thighs. My favourite features.

I was wearing a shoulderless red dress, that went down to just above my knees. A little shorter than I often wear to be honest- I'm branching out. Didn't wear a bra and to be honest I was quite conscious about my nipples the entire evening. I think I spotted a couple of men eyeing them up but I wasn't sure.

When the party ended, several of us were all heading back in a similar direction so we all got on the same tube line. Mike, who's always been especially friendly to me, was only a couple stops different from me, and he sat next to me. To be honest I don't think he's really my type but he's not ugly or anything. Ours were both at the far end of the line so eventually more and more of our colleagues left. It was super quiet, and there was only one woman at the end of the carriage other than us for basically the entire trip.

When it's just us of our group on there, myself and Mike, he slides an arm round me. I can't remember what we'd been talking about, alcohol and all that, but I was honestly pretty tired so I just kind of leaned into him. Obviously this was a clear sign of "yes" to a male such as him, and his hand snaked under my arm. I made a disgruntled sound, which, looking back, probably sounded a bit too much like a moan... Not because I particularly didn't want him to do anything, more because I've always stuck with a strict "don't shit where you eat" policy in terms of not getting involved with men at work. Obviously again this didn't deter him and his hand slipped straight down my dress top and located my nipple with stunning precision, which he squeezed between his fingers.

I let out a mumbled "Mike..." before he pinched my nipple tighter and I responded with a little yelp- I felt kind of embarrassed knowing there was definitely still a woman on the carriage. I think I ended up with my head resting on his shoulders- I was doing a terrible job at deterring him from my body.

Mike twisted around a bit and said something like "God you look so hot tonight Abbie," before resting his other arm on my thigh. I knew where his hand wanted to go. I felt my cheeks go as red as my dress. But I didn't do anything about it, I kind of liked it all. I've fantasized about being touched in public but the real thing was certainly different, especially as it was with a coworker I had never looked at sexually before.

His hand slipped under my dress and ran along my thigh. I shivered against him. The bolder he got the more I felt like I could give my entire body to him. His fingers were cold up my thigh but they made my body shake. He went slowly, but eventually I felt his fingertips graze my pussy, with the thin fabric of my lacy panties separating them.

The train slowed down then and I looked up to see we were at my station. Autopilot turned on and I panicked, got up suddenly, Mike's arms being wrenched away, and I said something like "Well, this is my stop! See you in the office next week!" I feel like he probably took this as a flat rejection and I don't blame him. I probably should have invited him round or gone to his but I really was in a bit of a drunk daze. I didn't even look at his face but I bet he was disappointed.

He hasn't messaged or anything, and I see him at work on Wednesday. I bet it's going to feel weird. I have done some reflecting and I know for a fact the most I'd want is to be fuckbuddies, but I wonder what he wants. I'll have to see how it goes, I guess.