The way the brunette slumped against me was perfect. I had no idea that was going to happen and my hand accidentally groping her backside was an unexpected bonus. But now I had tasted of the forbidden fruit and I wanted more. The younger woman had apologised softly for loosing her balance, which was fairly normal English politeness, except I'm sure I caught a touch of accent - she'd said<i>Sarri</i>instead of<i>Sorry.</i>Not that it mattered. I wasn't planning to take her to dinner. I'd probably never see her again. She most likely wouldn't say anything because I'm such an imposing figure of a woman, that I could probably snap her like a twig if I wanted, and she would know it. So if I did get myself some more touchie-feelies, probably the only consequence would be that she would go stand somewhere else on the train from now on.<br/><br/>But how to do it...? Could I be bold and just grab her arse like that guy tried with me that one time? But if I did that, she might make a noise and other people might notice, which frankly would ruin the game. No, best to take it slow and easy. There was still a good twenty minutes left when I slowly and carefully brushed the back of my left index finger down the gentle curve of her skirt. I waited for a reaction, then did it again exactly the same.<br/><br/>A couple of minutes later the train juddered over another junction, not changing track this time, but the carriage swayed on it's suspension. I was ready, and deliberately swung myself forward, placed my left hand on her left hip and brought her bottom into contact with my leather covered thighs. I held her there for just one second, then lt go and moved back.<br/><br/>Just one second but a lot longer than I should have kept the contact for if it was accidental. Now to see if she reacts.