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I was on the train, it was very crowded, and I hung on tight to the 1 pole within reach. At the next stop, many more boarded and a young couple pushed towards where I was standing and tried to take over the pole to which I was holding on. I took a step further from them, but kept 1 hand firmly holding the precious pole. I had on 3.5" heels and I wasn't going to give up the only upper limb support I had in that jerking-from-side-to-side train.
Imagine - me, standing admist the crowd, one hand outstretched, clasped tightly around the cool metal, at an arm's length so that I could hardly see it - rumbling forward. All of a sudden, something warm, smooth, firm and flesh-like pressed upon my knuckles. Without looking in that direction, I took a moment to reflect - it had damn better not be what I thought it had gotta be!
I looked, and I saw it - the young girl, standing right next to the pole, had leant onto it, her left breast strategically at where my hand was. I do not have as many nerve-ends on the back of my hand as I probably do on my palm and fingertips, but to my horor, each time she moved, I could feel the shape of her breast through her bra, the smooth lining of the bra, even part of the underwire on the side. For the whole time, I was wondering if she realised what she was doing, if she could sense that there were knuckles on her breast, but if she did, she sure acted like she didn't mind.
I kept considering the option of retracting my hand - which would leave me wobbling in that moving carriage with nothing to hold on to. Risk wobbling on 3.5" heels, or pretend there wasn't a breast pressed onto my skin? Pretend it was. A stop later, she shifted her position and the "asset" on the back on my hand now felt different. I looked again - the peak of her breast was directly over my clenched fist. I felt violated! Stop forcing that part of you onto my hand! GAH!!!
The breast and everything else that came with it got off the train at the next stop. Thank heaven, thank earth. Now you know why you needed to flash your driver's license - this post is disgustingly 18SX.