Smut In The City - Underground Encounter...

Oooh I've gone all tingly just from the title! The lovely Tamsin Flowers is here to tell us all about her Underground Encounter in Smut In The City...


Hi,
First, I want to say what a great pleasure it is to be able to come and post on Tabitha’s fab blog, especially at this really busy time of year.  So read on for a naughty treat and a great suggestion for a Christmas present for one of those girlfriends who seem to have everything!
With Christmas so nearly upon us, city centres everywhere have taken on a particularly festive air.  After what’s felt like months of grim, grey rain and drizzle, at last the Christmas decorations have brought a welcome blast a of colour and light back to the cityscape.  Browsing through department stores and checking out their Christmas window displays on a crisp cold December evening can be fun – especially if you add in a steaming hot glass of mulled wine or some roasted chestnuts that will warm your hands as you eat them.
My favourite place at this time of year?  It has to be London.  The windows of Harrods, Harvey Nichols and Selfridges are so inventive and the Christmas lights so bright.  But it’s one of my favourite cities at any time of year, which is why I set my story for Smut in the City there.  Underground Encounter details a super hot seduction on a London tube train.  Read the excerpt below, and you might understand why I think this amazing anthology would make such a good Christmas present – hot, romantic, funny, dangerously sexy – just the thing to raise the temperature on a cold winter’s night!
Enjoy!
Excerpt from Underground Encounter
As the train pulled out of the station, the boy’s eyes locked mine in a lingering gaze.  I ran my tongue around the edge of my lips; those brown eyes were making me hungry.  I’d found my target and from the way he was looking at me, I had a feeling that maybe things would work out.  If he didn’t try and get out at the next stop...
His eyes slid down to the V-shape made by the collar of my coat, to the tiny crack of cleavage it showed.  Self-consciously I put a hand to my neck, pulling at one side of the collar as I scratched an imaginary itch on my shoulder.  His stare was unremitting, his eyes two limpid brown pools that were starting to play havoc with my breathing.  I slowly looked away but my heart carried on pounding, almost loud enough for me to hear, and it was more than I could do to avert my eyes for long.  His wide mouth, even unsmiling, drew my gaze back to his face.
Suddenly he leant forward with his elbows on his knees.
‘What’s your name?’ he asked softly.
His breath smelt pleasantly of alcohol and as I spoke I could see his tongue was stained dark from drinking red wine.
I leant forwards too, letting my coat fall open.  His eyes dropped down to my breasts, sculpted to perfection in a black lace bustier Tina had leant me.
I put a finger across my lips.
‘Shhhhh...’
He nodded and swooped across to sit in the seat next to mine.  Our eyes locked and I could feel sexual tension thickening the air between us.  I looked around our end of the carriage: an elderly couple were sitting a few seats away from us and beyond them a pale, thin man, with receding hair, even though he didn’t look very old.  None of them seemed to be taking any notice of us.
I put my hand on the boy’s thigh and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath.  His lips were moist and a sheen of sweat made his forehead glisten.  Deep in my pussy a familiar flutter told me what was expected of me: I had to get part of this boy inside part of me.  Soon.
The train stopped sharply and the doors opened.
A middle-aged woman with short grey hair got on and came and sat in the seat opposite us, the one my boy had just vacated.
I decided not to take any notice of her; after all, that was the whole point of the challenge, to see how far you could get in a public railway carriage.  But as the train pulled away, the boy gave her a nervous glance.  I wondered how old he was, even though it was something I wouldn’t ask in a million years.
To calm his nerves and my own, I let my hand slip further up his thigh, towards his groin, and at the same time I leaned across and kissed him softly on the lips.  His hand immediately went to my shoulder to keep me there as he prolonged the kiss.  His mouth encircled mine and I then felt his tongue gently, slowly probing, inching its way between my lips.  I felt a surge of heat between my legs and as I applied pressure to his warm thigh I heard a small, low groan deep in his throat.  My tongue met his briefly and then I let my teeth catch his lower lip.  His hand slipped from my shoulder to my rib cage, applying the gentlest of pressure through my coat to the side of my breast.
A loud, wholly unrealistic coughing from across the carriage distracted me from what I was doing and I felt the boy’s muscles go tense under my hand.  I looked around to find the woman opposite glaring at me with a look of utter disdain.

Thank you Tamsin! If that's whetted your appetite (and I'm guessing it has...) why not treat yourself to a lovely copy of Smut In The City.
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Thanks for stopping by x x