A Bitch of a Mother
Copyright© 2025 by Lemon Fizz
Chapter 2
Inspired by; jack tar’s Unexpected Sexual Encounter
It was a warm late afternoon as I left the office in central London and pleased I’d worn a light summer dress; due to the heat forecast earlier.
Before leaving the office I’d taken off my bra also, knowing the tube would be hell on the way home. I passed a young guy who was wearing a raincoat of all things and he grinned at me? This was London after all; I simply blanked him.
I decided to enjoy the weather some with a stroll over the river to St Paul’s for the tube. It was the kind of thing I would have done when my husband was alive; and now I was getting regular sex again with Jonathan, it had given me back the zap that Shelia the dealer was known for at the office.
I crossed the Millennium Bridge with the river breeze cool on my skin and stopped for the view. As I did so, I noticed the same young man in the raincoat, just a short distance from me? Was it a coincidence or was he following me?
I wasn’t worried -- just strangely curious – a few months ago I might have been tempted to flirt with him; but I was getting as much as I needed; thanks all the same.
So I continued my walk to the Tube where I descended into the hot, sticky tube station of St Pauls.
Suddenly I was in a place packed solid with commuters! It was going to be hell. Now I wished I’d changed out of my office heels too.
The heat rose unbearably, only alleviated momentarily as the trains pushing through the tunnels, blasted a jet of air out from the tunnel system. All around me was the smell of hot, sticky bodies.
My light dress clung with perspiration as I waited with my fellow travellers for the next tube. As it burst from the tunnel it was clearly going to be a sweaty ride;the carriages were already heavily loaded!
We all surged on board into the crush. A body pressed against my buttocks and lower back and my breasts crushed up against a lady in front of me. The train flew from the station, lurched and rolled, our bodies bumped and ground against each other.
I felt a pressure against my arse; then more defined; a hard pole between my bum cheeks which began a rhythmic thrusting! A guy, slightly shorter than me in heels, was dry humping my bum! My pulse quickened; what should I do?
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