What a lovely way to travel – (On the train to London Bridge)

I got on to the crowded front carriage of the train a couple of stops out shortly before half past eight on Tuesday morning.

It was a squeeze (it always is, isn't it?) but I didn't expect to have you squeeze me for the rest of the journey. Ok, not squeeze, just rub your knuckles through my trousers against my penis.

When it first happened, I moved back a bit – you'd moved your hand near your pocket, and perhaps you were looking for something.

No, your hand followed me. You knew what you were doing and, from the response I'm sure you could feel, you knew I was enjoying it too.

When we got into London Bridge, it wasn't just that you waited before I picked my bag off the floor before you got off the train that led me to say "thank you".

If you'd like to play more, do let me know.

What sort of person do you think the other party was and who do you think the replies have been from?

(The Semagic spell checker wants to replace 'Craigslist' with 'straightish'!)