The Commute

Harold tried to shift to the side a little. He didn’t want to offend the young woman. The top of her light blonde head barely reached his shoulder. It shouldn’t be possible that her ass aligned perfectly against his crotch. But as she tried to shift, he only managed to lodge his growing erection against the crack of her ass.
Great. There was no way she didn’t notice that. Not knowing what else to do, he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Excuse me, miss. I am very sorry.” His face burned bright red as he tried to think of a plausible excuse. Really, there wasn't one. “If you could move up just a little I can shift so that I won’t—er, uh, offend you?”

How silly he must sound to her. He just didn’t know what else to say.
She turned her head to look up at him and smiled. "Now, why would I want to move? I've been mirroring your movements for the past ten minutes, trying to keep you right where you are."