Overview

Sally let her eyes drift down to the girl’s dark blue skirt, somewhere between a mini and a midi, and she could not help but notice the long and shapely legs that were crossed rather elegantly within the skirt, with milky thighs and smooth white calves that tapered down to delicate ankles and dark blue heels. Her nails were painted dark blue also. Wow, this girl was really something! So elegant! So… Then suddenly the girl looked up! Oh, no, she had caught Sally staring right at her! And staring not at her face, but at her body! The girl raised one eyebrow slightly, as if to say “Yes?” Sally felt herself blush and looked quickly to the floor. After perhaps ten seconds staring at various uninteresting pairs of shoes, Sally gathered her courage and looked back towards the girl. Oh my goodness, she was still staring, and she’d caught Sally looking once again! This was getting really embarrassing! Sally felt herself blush once more. The girl must think Sally was some kind of weird pervert! She would probably phone the police as soon as she could get a signal! Sally at least reassured herself that she was looking good that evening. Her thick blonde medium-length hair had a nice shine and swirl to it. She was glad she’d put on her long black boots with the high heels; happy that she had a stylish brown skirt and black blouse; even a little excited that she had worn her black stockings that day… It was while daydreaming in this way that Sally observed something rather strange. Despite the fact that the train was now at full speed and the passengers were still some way from the next stop, the girl stood up and began to walk in Sally’s direction! She continued walking as if to get nearer the door but brushed against Sally’s belly with her phone as she did so. Was that accidental? Probably: the train was still pretty crowded, so there was not much room to get by. Besides, the carriage was actually swaying a fair bit at that point. Sally herself had had to grip tightly onto the strap above her head and it seemed quite possible that the girl had been propelled towards Sally by the rattling train. Even so, Sally felt a little ripple of something running through her. Was that a little shimmer of desire, a wake-up call from that little light green phone? Surely not?! Sally tried to put the thought out of her mind, but she could think of nothing but the girl. So where was she exactly? Sally certainly did not want to turn around to look! That would risk compounding the earlier embarrassment. Somehow, she had a feeling the girl was quite close behind her, but she could not be sure. Soon the train was slowing and coming to a halt at South Kensington station: yet more sardines! As the train pulled out of the station, Sally felt a slight push at her side just above her hip. She looked down and there, just in front of her, was the girl’s small green phone wrapped in pale fingers with dark blue fingernails! She could not believe it! Sally caught her breath once more: what was going on? Then she looked at the phone more closely and saw that there was a message written on the screen! When she read the message, she literally could not believe her eyes. In a delicate, italicized script, it read: “Hi, I’m Hiroko from Japan! Please keep hands on strap!” Sally's heart was racing now... And then she felt something at the back of her right knee!...