Sylvia hated the fact she was late finishing work, it meant an hour's journey on what she called "the sardine tin". She normally finished at 4pm, the underground was still busy but she always managed to grab a seat. Now it was 5.15, she was being sucked along with the throng of people all heading for Liverpool street station.
Sylvia was 44, had been married 24 years with 2 boys both over 21.
Life had become boring; social life wasn't very good and as for her sex life well forget it. Her husband Richard hadn't noticed her like that in 5 years; in fact looking back it was always her that initiated their love making, even that was nothing to write home about. Always the same position, same 5 minutes of foreplay, if the whole thing lasted 10 minutes she considered herself lucky.
She always wanted to try other things but was worried what Richard might think. So she just went with the flow but now it seemed the flow had been turned off!
Work wasn't much better, she worked in the accounts department for an international insurance agent. Her career had taken the same path as her marriage, as she termed the phrase "same shit different day".
Sylvia was in good shape, the sort of hour glass figure that most men drool over, maybe her hips had expanded slightly but it only seemed to enhance her figure and at 5' 9" she could add a few pounds without worrying too much. She didn't work out but was always pottering in the garden, which managed to keep her in nicely shape.
It was the middle of July; Sylvia had changed out of her business suit and put her summer dress on, that way she could pop it into the dry cleaners when she arrived at Ongar. When she finally reached the platform for the central line train, it was as she had expected, crammed full of rush hour commuters, the first train came and went without her managing to squeeze on
When the next arrived, she didn't even feel her feet move as she was swept on to the train, everyone jostling for position. Sylvia managed to get to the other side of the tube, standing in front of a young guy of about 25, at least on this side she wouldn't have to keep moving when they arrived at a stop, because the doors only opened on the other side for the rest of her journey. There hardly seemed enough room to breath. The train started pulling out of the station, with the usual rocking motion.
Sylvia was crushed against the young man behind her, she couldn't swear it but she was sure she could feel the outline of the man's cock pushing against her backside, as the train rocked merrily along, she felt it grow larger and nestle itself between her buttocks, then she had no doubt what it was she had nowhere to move and just resigned herself to have the intruding object there until the train emptied out a little. She didn't for one minute think it was done purposely; she just presumed he was a typical young guy maybe thinking of what he would do to his girlfriend when he got home! "Lucky girlfriend" she thought.