This wasn't game..it just happened,blame it on alcohol,luck,Frida night fever etc
About 12-13 years ago ,I was 25....on the tube home (alone!) from a night out drinking in Covent Garden, London.
It was around 11:30pm ,train's packed with people ..I'm a little tipsy and I'm guessing quite a few others too,plenty of noise ,laughing,conversation.
A few stops down more people get on .I'm sitting ,a girl stands in front facing me.She was quite attractive,petite,blonde,maybe 5ft5 ,wearing light summer clothes.
Now you know how a lot of us guys sit..more a slouch really..with legs akimbo..well that was me..and with the train being packed she was basically standing between my legs.
The trains takes off...I look up..eyes meet with the girl...she's tipsy too,can't mistake those glassy eyes.We both smile,"I say how you doing,how was your night?"
Now,the train was noisy so I'm guessing she misheard but....she smiles, turns and sits herself right in my lap!
I'm a little taken back..but a little drunk too,so just start talking a little,then kissing...yes,I was surprised.
At this point I notice the people opposite smiling ,a few nudges etc..I would have been too .
Anyways,comes to her stop..and I follow her out...more talking ,more necking,..make it to her apartment block front door..sit on the steps for more of the same...her top comes down...titty play on her doorstep on a summers evening..all going well.
She takes me by the hand,opens her block door...really a tall terrace house,the only light is that shining through the glass in the door.
I pull the drawstring on her pants and start loosening them..and let them drop to the floor,then the panties.
At this point she turns and kneels...I distinctly remember this ... looks over her shoulder at me and says ,"I like it this way".
Played with her ,sopping wet....
Now here's the kicker..I couldn't get it up!!
It's there handed to me on a plate and it's not happening down below.
Finished her off with the fingermouse..I am a Gentleman after all!
Then it gets a little scary. She bursts into tears.
I'm in a strange house in dark hallway with a girl whose name I can't remember,that's crying and our pants are round our ankles.Not a good look .
I tidy her up,give her a kiss and take my leave.
She ended up calling a couple of times,but I never met her...she couldn't have topped that night
That's my one public transport highlight...at least here in London it's basically avoid eye contact and distract yourself with a book,phone etc!1
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