Stranger on a train

Hunter took a window seat, settling back for the half hour ride to downtown and his office. At the next stop several people boarded, and a pretty woman in her late thirties took the seat next to Hunter. He gave her a polite smile as she sat down and was rewarded with the briefest of nods before she absorbed herself in her phone.

Used to the less than welcoming behaviour of his fellow commuters, Hunter turned his attention back to the window and the passing landscape. A short time later he felt pressure against his thigh, and glanced to see the woman had moved slightly closer to him and was resting her thigh against his. Seeing she was still playing with her phone, he thought nothing of it, assuming it was just just the occasional contact that happened on the train.

When she started to gently rub her thigh against his he glanced again, seeing her still absorbed in her phone but noting a flush creeping up her neck and into her face. Curious, he pressed his thigh back towards her. She gave a soft moan and bit her lip as she kept fiddling with her phone, her eyes not leaving the screen.