50 Shades of Shite

The heat was making her think of things.

Things she hadnt thought of for a very long time.

As a drop of perspiration wended its way down her elegant swan-like neck and trickled past her exquisitely crafted supersternal notch, she fanned herself quickly with a discarded copy of the Metro, whilst trying not to think of the things that the heat was making her think of.

"Hot isnt it?" boomed a startlingly macho voice to her left and, on lifting her head in its direction (and attempting to clear her thoughts of her recent reverie), discovered that the tone of the enquiry more than matched the voice's owner.  A pair of smoky brown eyes peered out mischeviously beneath two dark and sultry eyebrows, the broad masculine nostrils were flaring slightly and the mouth was curled in a semi-smile of curiosity.  The neck was strong and confident, the shoulders wide and flared and it was all she could do not to cry out over the size of his-

"I said it's rather warm, dont you think?" he said a little more loudly, whilst looking at her with mild amusement.

"Er ... yes ... I'm sorry ... it is rather" she replied, as she attempted to gather herself, and shifted slightly in her seat.  The tube train carriage was interminably hot and, whilst it usually left her tired and irritable, this evening her thoughts kept returning to the time when she took off all her clothes and mounted-

"It's got to be 90 degrees in here" he answered, "thank goodness it's quiet on the Central Line this evening."

It was a rather empty carriage for the time of night and aside from her and her fellow male passenger the only other commuters were far down the end of the train car and looked fast asleep.

"Yes .. a relief," she replied meeting his eyes for a few seconds and immediately wishing she hadnt.  The charge of electricity was unmistakable and she shifted in her seat once more in an effort to disguise the tremendous rush of emotions that had just coursed through her body.

It must be the heat she thought to herself as she briefly closed her eyes and willed away the image of his delightfully toned arms.  His chest was broad and welcoming and it was all she could do not to throw back her had and moan over the size of his-

"Would you like one?" he startled her once more whilst extending a packet of menthol chewing-gum in her direction.  "It might be psychological but the flavour of the gum has a way of cooling me down."

"O, yes ... thank you" she replied, moving forwards in her seat, whilst gazing at him once more through eyes too large for her elfin face as a thick hank of hair fell forwards from her ponytail on to her cheek.

"Do you mind?" he asked whilst moving his hand closer to her face and then in one smooth motion tucked the errant lock behind her hair and lightly grazed her cheek as he withdrew his hand.

His fingers were long and sensitive but masculine in formation and she bit her lip as her mind filled with images of bar fights, ballet dancers and pianists.

"I hate to ask but can you smell ...?" he began in a soft whisper as his eyes met hers once more and made her think again of things she mustnt think of.

"Smell what ... ?" she replied her chest heaving as her hands began to clench and unclench between her thighs.

He reached out to her face and, with both hands, gently stroked the smooth lines of her chin and spoke even softer.

"Fish."

"O that's me, " she responded.  "They were hard and icy this morning but the heat must have defrosted them and now they're leaking all over the place."

They both looked down at the sopping bags of shellfish between her legs.

"This darn heat" he observed.

"Yes. This heat" she agreed.

Shifting once more in her seat to steady her ruined bags of shopping she felt him reach out for her hand and gently guide it to his shadowy place.

"Is that ...? "she breathed, her pulse quickening, her brow perspiring.

"Guess ... " he encouraged whilst allowing her hand to gently probe the crevice.

"It feels like co-"

-but it was too much for her to finish and she collapsed back in her seat.

"Coq au vin? Yes.  Bought frozen from M&S this morning and now it's turned to shit."