No outward reaction...? My little cutie had a number of options available to her. Most extreme, she could do what the women's self defence people teach. It's actually supposed to be a defence against getting groped by men in similar situations, and you're supposed to grab the guy's hand, lift it above your head and say in a loud voice "Who's dirty little hand is this?"<br/><br/>I've never seen it done, but I understand that it would definitely work on a certain type of male. But you would have to be the right sort of girl to do it. Basically like me and not like this cute and clearly bashful young brunette.<br/><br/>Second option would be to move away. This too would draw attention, but less so. People rarely move from their spot in these crowded coaches, unless it's to get off at an intermediate stop. Which on this train there are none. There are allegedly toilets at both ends of the carriage but it would take a brave person to try and get to one from the middle, and she would need to relinquish her handhold and try to find another one that wasn't already taken...<br/><br/>Third option is basically what I did that one time, which is a toned down version of the first option, grab a finger and twist, bend, pull, something to cause pain. For that to work though, you need to be stronger than the other person.<br/><br/>Then fourth there's the hi-tech option: Get out your phone and video the hand that's groping, pan up to the person's face. That gives you evidence to show to the BTPs, to have the molester arrested for assault. And believe me if I spotted any move towards a phone by anyone nearby I was going to stop straight away. But everyone around was still quietly minding their own business and bouncy-brown-braid was staring at the floor and fiddling with her split-ends.<br/><br/>She had clearly elected for option five, Ignore it and hope it goes away. Which frankly, has never worked in the history of predator and prey, once the prey has been targeted by the predator. It only works if the prey is still hidden, camouflaged like the flat-chested blonde in the grey business suit standing about a metre away. Had she noticed? She was looking very deliberately the other way, but that meant nothing.<br/><br/>But my non-camouflaged cutie was my target, not the blonde. I kept my hand there for about five minutes, gently rubbing and squeezing. I was confident now, there would be no outward reaction, no move to stop me. Whether the young woman was too shy or too scared to try, or whether she was actually enjoying it, I had no way of knowing. But with only ten minutes left of the trip I made a bold move. My back was against the doors behind me so I had support against the swaying of the train. I removed my right hand from the strap and placed it very deliberately on Brunette's other arse cheek.<br/><br/>There could be no doubt whatsoever now, I was committed and my cutie was equally committed as I carefully pulled her skirt up and took hold of her arse cheeks through the thin silky material of her panties.<br/><br/>I held them, squeezing, my index fingers finding the hot and slightly damp gusset which I began to tease.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'">Ladies and Gentlmen we will shortly be arriving at the London Terminus. When leaving the train, please make sure you have all your personal belongings with you, and thank you for travelling with us this morning."</span><br/><br/>The train jolted over a set of points, and began to slow. I glanced out of the window opposite and saw the familiar buildings of the city. I let go of my prey and bent down to get my backpack. All around people were moving, standing up , getting bags and cases from overhead racks, shuffling a few inches closer towards the doors, putting books and laptops away...<br/><br/>The train slowed into the station and I noticed that we were on the correct platform so the doors behind me wouldn't open. The doors on the far side clicked and hissed open as the train stopped smoothly and with barely a lurch, people moved towards the doors and before I lost her in the crowd, I bent forward and whispered "See you tomorrow," in Brunette's ear.