The first thing the young woman noticed was the scarf. It stood out in the crowd of sombre-clad commuters, the way she also stood out. The scarf was unfamiliar. But... Everything else about this woman was so very familiar. Could it be the same woman?<i>Well, hello again...! </i>Yes this was the exact same person, she remembered the cut of her hair, the small stain on the back of the jacket, near the left shoulder. The redhead smirked as she saw the bite mark on the woman's neck that he had put there just yesterday.<i>Oh yes, definitely the same woman. So, you've come back for more, huh? </i>The thought was silent, This was to be an unacknowledged affair. At least for now.<br/><br/>Instead she signalled her recognition by lifting a hand to the woman's neck to lift her hair out of the way, then licking the bite mark before tracing it with her fingers. she was pretty sure the shiver was an involuntary reaction, but it was sexy regardless.<i>Start where we left off,</i>She decided, placing her hands on the woman's hips and giving a gentle tug, this time not as firm or insistent, just allowing the woman to step back by herself.<br/><br/>With her belly pressed firmly against her prey's buttocks, she began rubbing again. But this time she was bolder. Of course it did occur to her that it might be some sort of sting, the woman might be wearing a wire, there was probably a video camera in the train carriage somewhere, and the scarf was the signal to track her... But so what? Her resolve to never do anything like this again had vanished like dew in a summer heatwave. Her hands moved, sliding up the sides of the woman's shirt, inside her jacket, lifting it out of the way, enjoying the silky feel of the nylon blouse, this time a dull shade of cyan. Her fingers found the chest strap of the bra, ventured further to discover the wire that gave the thing it's shape. She slid her hands up a little higher, cupping the bra, squeezing the soft but firm padding that gave the mature woman such a sexy outline.<br/><br/>Fingers found two hard nubs trying to cut their way through the layers of material that imprisoned them. The redhead took hold of the nipples, pulled them, twisted them, squeezed them, through the shirt and bra, then gripped the large and still relatively firm mounds, squeezing and kneeding. All the while she was rubbing herself against the woman's back. No-one noticed. No-one cared. People pretended not to see, minded their own business, didn't want to get involved...