Poppy was young, bright and pretty. The trainee architect lived in a flat in Central London, thanks to her over-indulgent dad and he daily commute went the opposite way to everyone else's. This morning, she got into her usual packed carriage on the London Underground and almost straight away, she got groped. This was not an unusual state of affairs for gorgeous Poppy but this time was different. It didn't stop and became something more. Much more!

By the time the train reached Warren Street, Poppy's panties were soaked and she was beginning to lose control. Then the press of people suddenly eased and the fondling stopped. She opened her eyes and saw the redhead was still seated in front of her but the carriage was now half full. As subtly as she could manage, she turned around and looked at the people there. There was a woman in a business outfit, a pimply student and a huge black man in a pinstripe suit. It had to be him! She looked up at his face and he smiled back. Then he looked away again. Maybe it wasn't him and the guy had just got off! She just didn't know and that was damned frustrating. Her pussy was aching and she needed to get off herself! In a different way. She turned back and saw the redhead was smiling at her again.