It had been a long day. My feet were killing me and the summer heat left trails of sweat running down my back as I pushed my way through the crowds. The press of bodies made me feel uncomfortable at first but as I felt the pressure of a woman's breast pressing against my arm things suddenly began to change.

Looking around I suddenly became aware of just how many women there were around me. In fact I could barely see any other men as I made my way down the stairs and onto the station platform. I had a few minutes until the train was due and I took the opportunity to glance around at the beautiful creatures luck had conspired to surround me with.

My attitude towards the temperature changed as pleasantly as my mood as I saw the array of outfits on display. Some of the women had deliberately chosen comfortable clothing for the day, their short skirts and loose tops giving ample opportunities to sneak a peek at what they'd been gifted with by nature. Others had been forced like myself to adjust their normal outfits to try and relieve the stifling heat, and in a way the sight of the unbuttoned blouses and flashes of uncovered thighs were even more arousing than the more obvious displays.

As I stared, my gaze wandering from one perfect form to another, our eyes met. For a moment I was embarrassed, feeling as though I'd been caught doing something wrong, but the feeling passed as she held the moment. As we looked at each other her hands moved up, gently playing with her clothing, flicking it aside almost playfully as though teasing me. I was entranced and before I knew what was happening I felt my feet moving.

Pushing my way through the crowd I came up behind her. She was just out of reach, the press of bodies between us too dense to get any closer, but close enough for me to read every flick of her eylashes and every twitch of her lips. I could tell she knew exactly what she was doing to me, for me, and as the train arrived and the crowd surged forwards I fought my way towards her.