I check my watch: 10.31 perfect, I step onto the 3rd carriage of the tube at Oxford Circus, Central Line heading west. I check my mobile again, the text reads "10.31 Central line, 3rd carriage, OC, no undies ;) Bunty x"
I make my way to the corner of the packed tube, looking for the blonde haired woman, but no sign. At the next stop a sudden rush of people exiting and a new hoard entering. Suddenly I notice a shot of blonde hair moving towards me. The woman is close and has her back to me, she is dressed in a black jumper, black skirt, black stockings and a red jacket. I have a Gant shirt, jeans and a black jacket.
The blonde woman is now about a foot in front of me - within touching distance, it must be her. My heart is fluttering, an ache in my stomach, so nervous. I reach out and put my hand on the woman's right hip, no reaction - relief!. I slide my hand under the jumper and touch the soft skin. The woman moves slightly closer, it is her. I move my hand forward touching her stomach. I look around, hundreds of faces but none looking at us. Shes move around slightly to face the side of the carriage, sheltering a little from inquisitive eyes.
My hand moves up further, over her rib cage, heading for her breast, then the softness of the underneath of her left breast. so soft, yet springy - so close to the nipple. Up another centimeter and my finger touches the areola, then I discover the extraordinarily erect nipple, I gently slide my finger around before brushing against the nipple. My penis is now hard and she senses this, her buttock pushes against me, rotating gently. We pleasure each other for a few seconds. Then the next stop, a rush of bodies and she is gone. I get off at the next stop, checking my mobile for the next message, full of lust and anticipation.