[daveduchovny]

I was on my way to Camden for birthday drinks last Saturday and took the Northern Line of the London Underground. I sat diagonally across from a blonde girl in quite a loose yellow dress. She was sat next to a boy who she was being very touchy feely with, most likely her boyfriend, and they were travelling with another guy who was sitting opposite (and presumably saw everything I did).

At first I was just trying to work out whether she had a bra on, I could see no straps but suspected she had a strapless bra or at least some kind of support in the front of the dress. I was certainly keeping a discreet eye on her. And then, maybe through a combination of the movement of the train and her own playful movements back and forth with her boyfriend, something magical happened. Her right breast gradually moved higher and higher in relation to the front of the dress, and then suddenly there was a nipple. Not a shadow, not a patch of slightly darker skin, an actual nipple. Admittedly not the whole nipple, but enough of a nipple to be certain it was a nipple, not just an areola. It was higher on her breast than I would have expected, so it came as a pleasant surprise in more ways than one.

It was probably only 2 or 3 seconds but for what seemed like an age, no-one else seemed to notice. I was in a little bubble world where there was an exposed nipple on the train and I was the only person aware of it. She most certainly wasn't, I think she was looking at her phone or her combi. I was careful not to stare, but I sat back, made myself comfortable and enjoyed the moment.

And then someone else noticed. Of all the people on the train, it was her boyfriend. He frowned, leaned across her, and delicately lifted the dress back up over the nipple. She looked up quizzically at him, he said something I couldn't hear, and she adjusted herself, then went back to whatever it was she was looking at.

Still, I was enjoying a train journey with a woman who's naked nipple I had seen, it's not as cool as actually looking at it but it's still a warm fuzzy feeling. Something emboldened me, I thought I need to record this moment for posterity. I took out my phone, ostensibly to check the Olympic results (we were a mile underground but you can get signal now on some networks), but in reality to try and take a sly picture of the girl who's nipple had been out. I somehow managed it in a smooth manouevre without really aiming the lens at all, but hell if these people couldn't spot an exposed nipple they weren't going to see through my photographic subterfuge.

And then the train stopped, and the girl, her boyfriend, and the other guy got off. As she stood up the light blazed through her yellow dress and I saw the clear impression of white tango style briefs underneath. I thanked my stars I had acted promptly to secure my photograph before she left and made a mental note to share this experience with my brothers at OCC.

Apparently, if the photo isn't attached it didn't happen, so here it is. The Girl in the Yellow Dress Who's Nipple I Saw (nipple not included). You can see the boyfriend next to her and the other friend reflected in the window.