He checked her out.
Letting his eyes run down the contours of her body slowly and back up.
Forced into his full view by the crowd, she had noticed him the minute he glanced up.
The crowd alighted.
A space appeared right between them, stark naked.
New crowd entered.
That space was almost immediately taken, somewhat a relief.
He turned on his tablet and she took in the scene of clinical oblivion, glued commuters and their beloved screens.
As the train pulled in, their eyes met. She gave him a slight smile. He returned it.
Then he rose.
Pushing through, he came towards her.
As he passed, the air between them was all over each other, tangled and desirous, raw and sexual.
He thrusted, harder and urgent; she clawed with the whites of her eyes, gasping, rhythmic.
Then he was gone.
The train picked up speed.
She smiled to herself.