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.
Just click to see all your buying options! http://smutters.co.uk/smut-in-the-city
And check out Tamsin’s site for more saucy antics http://tamsinflowers.com/
Thanks for stopping by x x

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