Meetings, meetings, meetings. It never seems to end. I’ve been sat in 3 boardroom meetings today and honestly I’ve had enough. And now it’s raining. Deep joy. Getting across town is just as arduous as normal except now it’s raining. And guess who forgot her umbrella? Yep. That’ll be me.

I arrive at the tube station and it’s heaving. Never seen it so busy. Trains have been cancelled due to “water on the line” so what is normally a fairly empty station is now just rammed. Hardly any room to move, let alone breathe.

The train pulls into the station and the crowd starts to shuffle towards the doors. I can see it’s already pretty full through the blurred steam covered windows, but I’m sure I can squeeze on. I hope. The doors open and a handful of people try to get off, pushing and jostling their way out of the train, and then we all push and jostle in. The carriage smells damp and feels really humid.

“Excuse me, can you move along? I’m trying to get on” I say to a man in front of me. He was already on the train, holding onto the overhead rail and as he’s not moving into the carriage I can only presume the next stop will most likely be his.

“Can you move up please?” I repeat. He looks at me, huffs, and moves further in. Ignorant prick, I thought to myself. The stream of people behind me push on and the train gets more and more crowded and I’m now surrounded by ‘ignorant prick’, ‘fat business man’, ‘youth with headphones too loud’, and ‘reader’. Great. A full house today!

There are still people trying to get on and we all get pushed further into the train, and now I’m totally hemmed in. Ignorant prick is standing side on to me, youth is to my left but has his back to me, reader is behind me, and tourist is to my right. No-one is making eye contact. Nothing unusual there. Everyone just wants to get home. Including me.

The train doors close and the carriage begins to move. As I’m facing towards the back of the train I fall forwards towards Prick. It takes me by surprise and I raise my hand up to steady myself, placing my hand in his stomach by accident.

“Oh, I’m so sorry” I say but he doesn’t even flinch. What a prick.

The journey continues a little longer and there is another sudden lurch from the carriage and I fall forwards again, this time my head touches his shoulder and my hand again steadying myself on his tummy. As my nose is pressed against him I catch a smell of him and the deodorant suddenly takes me back to my first boyfriend, Steve. Funny how a smell can just transport you somewhere and open up memories that you’d all but forgotten. Steve was my first and I loved him dearly, but it was never meant to be. I’d not thought about him for ages and these thoughts suddenly surprised me. But then I remembered where I was and I realised I was still pressed against this obnoxious man. I don’t say anything this time but as I move my hand away he grabs it and holds it pressed against him.

I try to pull away but he holds it tighter. I shudder. He turned his head looked right at me. I didn’t look at his face before, but I was now. His eyes are an almost electric blue and his dark brown hair was scruffy. He has a kind face which totally went against his behaviour before. I looked into this eyes and he looked into mine.

Suddenly the train jolted and I was thrown towards him again. Then the lights went out.

There was the sound of excitement and fear in the carriage as we were all plunged into darkness. The hubbub got louder as people began to ask questions like “What’s going on?” “Are you there?” “Are we stuck?”. The lights from mobile phones and the occasional flickering from the lights in the carriage.

In all the commotion I’d almost forgotten that my hand was still under his. I went to pull it away but again he stopped me. My body felt like an electric shock passed through it as I was both excited and scared. Why was he holding my hand?

He started to move my hand. Downwards. The electric shock it me again. Down. Suddenly I could feel his belt buckle. It was a small buckle but it wasn’t tight. He pushed my hand further down and I was now on his fly. Then I could feel his cock. It was hard? It was hard! My god, what the hell was going on? A stranger on a train was forcing me to touch his cock and I was going along with it? What the hell was this? I shuddered a little and then was very much aware than I was very wet. And not from the rain.