A Friday Success

I once again hung around where I thought my Japanese friend of last Wednesday might catch the tram, but was again disappointed. Perhaps that journey was a one off and she usually travels in another direction on a different route. Oh well...
I wasn't going to hang around forever with so many opportunities passing by. After some modest successes including palming the butt of a good looking Japanese 22 year old student for about 15 minutes, I found a 23 year old Thai student sitting on an aisle seat reading one of those free newspapers that they distribute in our city every evening. The position of her arms made my approach fairly easy and I stood near her. She looked up at me and I noticed she had a sort of lonely sad experession. Perhaps this is just her normal look. I didn't consider that she would turn into a success story so I was in no hurry to suffer a quick rejection. I waited for a couple of stops before I moved closer and as passengers moved past me, I eventually brushed my cock against her arm. Wow! Did she start breathing heavy! I consider it was much heavier than normal excitement, so I initially felt concerned that perhaps I was frightening her beyond reason. Although the paper was in front of her, and she was holding it with two hands, she didn't seem to be reading it, even though her eyes were glued to the page. She left her arm within close proximity to my cock and made no effort to move it away, even though I had retreated. I moved closer again, this time leaving it resting against her for a bit longer. Her breathing picked up again, and still her eyes were glued to the paer she wasn't reading. Encouraged, I now left my cock against her arm, and slowly began to hump. I felt her arm tighten up almost as if she was trying to absorb my throbs through her arm. And I maybe mistaken, I think she was pushing back against me, ever so slightly. I changed my position a few times moving to the back of her arm trying to encourage her to perhaps fold her arms so that she could reach me with her fingers, and at one stage moved down her arm toward where she was clutching the paper (that she still didn't seem to be reading) so that I could rub myself against her hand. I only managed to nudge her wrist, but it set off that heavy breathing again so I knew it was excitement and not fear.
I moved back to my original humping position, and confidentally commenced humping. Never once did she move her eyes from the paper she wan't reading, nor did she move her arm away. The tram had travelled well in to the suburbs by now, and passnegers were beginning to alight. It was still reasonable to be standing next to her, so I didn't move away. When the woman sitting next to her to alight, I thought this is the end, as she would move toward the window, and leave me without an arm. Well she did move, but only a little to make herslef more comfortable, but still left her arm resting oon my cock. She wasn't giving up yet. She wanted more. I figured I only had one or two stops more before it would look too weird that I don't take a seat or move away.
I pushed my whole length against her arm and humped furiously again experiencing that slight pushing back. I was toying with the idea of perhaps sitting down next to her in the window seat and trying Aise hi Masti's mound exploration. The passnegers directly in front of her had gone, and the ones in the seats further down were sitting with their backs to her. So it was a feasible thought. But I haven't got the courage for that yet so I let it be. But I really had to decide what I was doing next. All roads led to and end of the session. I pulled the cord for the next stop in front of her so that she should know that I was alighting. I leaned in and pushed against her quite hard this time, humping gratuitously. She still didn't flinch, and still gazed at the newspaper. Surely those headlines are boring now?
I got off the tram, and turned to look at her through the doors. I watched her turn and look at me with that sad experession. I waved without raising my hand, looking at her straight in the eyes. Then she was gone. I felt good in that I know she appreciated every moment and I had performed a boy scout deed.

Now my question: I have played the scene over a number of times in my mind since Friday, and keep wondering if I should have taken the seat next to her, tried some mound exploration, or tried to engage in some sort of conversation - all of which I think would have spoilt the moment as she would have shocked back to reality, clammed up as we both assumed our normal meek, non-outgoing personas. The other thought I have is should I perhaps have some "business cards" run off on the computer containing nothing more than my Yahoo address with an invitation to write or chat. Then perhaps IF she responds it could lead to an ultimate meeting and the enjoyable consequences. Leaving a phone number could be too dangerous at this time. Has anyone got some thoughts on this or indeed tried something like this? Or is it too dangerous?

Ozzi

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