Serendipity: Yoga Pants + Commuting

I had to do a quick post as my mind can't seem to focus on anything else since yesterday afternoon. I need to write part of it down so that I can move on and get some work done. 

Those of you who have followed this blog for awhile should know a few thing about me by now:

1) I am NOT a fan of my commute

2) I AM a big fan of yoga pants & leggings

and

3) I believe in serendipity.

With that reminder out of the way, let us move onto yesterday. I was blessed by Serendipity's touch and my commute yesterday afternoon was, to say the very least, memorable. 

As I maneuvered through the crowd to catch the train home, I noticed a girl hurriedly following closely behind me wearing a workout outfit. We both jumped through the train doors at the last second and narrowly avoided being crushed by the merciless doors as the train departed the station. She made her way to the sparse yet valuable open space and ended up near the window. I ended up standing to her right. I honestly had not noticed her much until I caught her in the act of self-admiring her butt in the reflection of the train windows. In the underground portion of the subway system the windows create a useful mirror and as subtle as she tried to be there was no doubt she was checking herself out. Of course as is the manner of the commuting beast, no one else seemed to notice.

I of course had to get a closer look at what she was admiring and took a step back and closer to her. 

I was in awe. She had every reason to be checking herself out as her grey yoga pants hugged and defined her bottom cheeks perfectly and the indentation on the lower quarter of her cheeks was just enough to define their fullness. 

As we reached the next stop and another crowd of disgruntled passengers boarded, I was "forced" to close the gap between us. She continued to glance over her shoulder into the make shift mirror and analyze the results of her obvious recent workout. As it was evident she had just returned from the gym based on her outfit; her yoga pants were exactly that (and not leggings), her athletic shirt and shoes. The semi-sweet scent of her perspiration covered by a soft feminine deodorant left no doubt.

She caught me looking at her through the mirror as she looked at herself. She said nothing, but rather looked down slowly and then turned to face me. I gave a casual non-threatening half smile in the attempt to ward off any possible misunderstanding. She looked down again and began to move. But then to my total surprise she did not move back and away, but rather moved forward and to the right - nearly in front of me. Her perfectly defined ass encased in skin tight yoga pants was now merely an effortless sway of fingertips length away from my hand. My hand ached to reach out to feel the perfection. I held back. Suddenly everyone swayed as the train shifted gears with a jerk and began its acceleration through the rough track portion of the commute and I realized that there was no doubt this ride was about to get interesting.