She felt the hand begin to move, begin to rub insistently and the woman again forgot to breathe. She didn't move, couldn't, why couldn't she? The train lurched and the hand squeezed hard and she moaned a soft 'uh'. She held her breath confused as to her own reaction, and...why did the young woman touch her? Touch her so intimately?<br/><br/>She felt herself being pulled back, first one hand then another on her ample hips. She felt herself being pulled back until she felt her body make contact with the woman's body. She froze again, her panicked eyes looking to see if anyone was watching, but no one was. She felt her buttocks pressed into the woman's belly, hips?  Again she forgot to breathe, this was so .... intimate, so forbidden. One didn't touch strangers and yet here she was, a young woman touching her the way a lover would. She breathed softly and then stopped again when the little body behind her began to move while firmly grasping her hips to hold them together. She moaned softly and felt a heat between her legs.<br/><br/>How... why?<br/><br/>Her breathing came more rapidly, why was she feeling this way?