No reaction.<br/><br/>The redhead held her breath. There were a whole number of things the woman could do. The younger woman had herself felt a hand in an inappropriate place on a commute before now. When she had grabbed the wrist and lifted the hand up and said very loudly "Look what I found touching my butt!" the man in question had gone bright red and turned away as everyone stared at him. He'd got off at the next stop. Oddly if it had been a woman, the redhead might not have minded...!<br/><br/>There was that. Or the woman in grey could move away. She could turn around and confront the redhead. She could reach up and pull the emergency handle... Or she could wriggle her bottom against the hand in encouragement, as unlikely as that might be. But she did nothing, said nothing.<br/><br/><i>Oh, come on... React. LIVE!<br/>
</i><br/>The hand moved, began rubbing gently. The train lurched again, and the hand gripped hard, involuntarily, but then kept the grip. The brightly clothed young woman shifted position slightly so that her back was against the side wall of the railway carriageher hand moved, took hold of the woman's hip, was joined on the other hip by her other hand, and a gentle but firm and insistent tug pulled the grey woman back half a step into the space that the redhead had opened between them. Without a word being spoken she began rubbing her belly against the grey-covered buttocks, holding the woman's hips firmly so she couldn't move away.