(Lyra’s adventures will be hopefully become a series) (Feel free to suggest what to add to her adventures)
Lyra was pushed by the crowd onto the train. Crammed into a heaving mass of bodies, her position was right next to the door, shoved uncomfortably next to the window, lost in a maze of busy people. Today was a long journey, it would be painful for the next few hours in the position but she would have to bear it so she could reach her destination.
Today was the last day of the contract and she had to be wary. Jostled along, the train began to move and with it it’s passengers, the air already hot and overbearing with the body heat crowded into the train.
It was subtle at first, a stray hand brushing against her skirt, then a creeping finger along the hem of her shirt. By a few minutes into the journey, the lone hand belonging to a stranger had begun tracing the outline of her panties.