This is a true story that happened to me last year. At the time I didn't tell anyone because I was too embarrassed, but my husband encouraged me to write in and tell you all about it. He thought it was the most erotic thing he had heard of in years.
So here goes.
It was a hot summer day. Really hot.
The train was crowded as I boarded and began the long trip home from work.
As the bell rang and the doors began to close, I was forced backwards even further in the aisle, and the man in front of me pushed me onto the person behind me. The smell of body odour almost made me feint, as the man in front of me sweat through his grey shirt. Poo..he stank!
Behind me I looked around to see a man slightly older than me, and rather non-descript. He was wearing glasses and a dark shirt with grey trousers, and he had an ipod in his ears as the train pulled away from the station.
I put my own ipod in my ears and the music helped me forget the pungent odour of the man in front of me. I love music, and as I held on to the handle above my head to keep my balance in the crowded train, I closed my eyes and drifted into the trance like state I go to on the train when I want to switch off and relax.
As we pulled in to the next station, I couldn't believe it. Only three people got off ad a whole stack forced their way in, making it even more squashed. Thankfully this forced Mr Smelly to one side of me, but a large, ok, FAT woman made her way in front of me and I was pushed hard back against the guy in the suit behind me.
As the train took off once again, the whole carriage rocked and I stumbled as my grip on the handle was wrenched away. Luckily the man behind me caught me, his hands grabbing my hips and stopping me from falling onto the smelly guy.
"Thanks" I said, my lips emphasizing the words as we both had music in our ears.
He just nodded, and I turned back to find the handle and look the other way once more.
As the song changed and the train slowed at the next station, I felt a push against my buttocks. It was brief, and I wasn't sure if it was a mistake or intentional. Anyway, I ignored it, and we stopped, some got off, some got on, and we headed off once more.
Another song later, the push was there again, only this time it didn't stop. It remained there and I swear it felt like the penis of the man behind me who had stopped me from falling earlier.