The fluorescent lights in the station buzzed incessantly, and as Chloe fed her travel card through the ticket machine she cursed the day she jumped a light at 60 miles per hour in her flashy new car. Her punishment; having to travel to and from work by tube and endure the various delays, dysfunctional members and bad odours of society that came with it, for the next three months.
“Ten more bloody weeks,” Chloe muttered to herself, as she descended the ‘we apologise for any inconvenience caused’ stationary escalators, trying to avoid her heels catching in the grooves.
As the train rumbled into the station, Chloe could already smell the mixture of bad breath, sweat and the pungent mixture of cheap perfumes and scented deodorants. She shuddered as she recalled the previous day, when her nostrils were pushed into a particularly sweaty armpit. The doors slid open with a hiss, and Chloe manoeuvred her way into the already crammed, overcrowded carriage amidst the eager early morning shoppers and bleary-eyed work force, strategically positioning her feet so as not to cause inadvertent injury to her fellow passengers.
This morning was no different. Her closest partner in grime was a silver haired letch with a tattered brown briefcase clutched between his legs. Chloe detected a leery glint as his sneaky peepers rested on her cotton covered breasts and as she turned away from his disgustingly suggestive gaze she was aware of his sharp intake of breath as he sniffed her coconut scented auburn locks. The doors of the train were just about to slide closed, locking the passengers in a dense claustrophobic squeeze, when a last minute hurried passenger jumped on board.
It was the heavenly scent of leather that struck her first, but it was the wearer of the black jacket that made her gasp. He was tall, Mediterranean and unashamedly gorgeous. His tight fitting white T-shirt showing off his rippling six pack was tucked into a pair of dark green chinos, which were held up by a fancy name belt. Unlike most of her travel companions he did not deem it necessary to spritz his entire body with cheap scent hoping to achieve a ‘lynx effect’ but allowed his natural scent to linger. As the train began moving slowly out of the station, Chloe closed her eyes and emitted a soft yet audible moan as she allowed his delectable aroma to permeate her nostrils.
“Are you alright?” he whispered in her ear, his creamy voice and faint trace of an accent was like melted chocolate. Chloe opened her mouth to answer, but one look at his eyes and she was dumbstruck, so she nodded lightly. His liquid brown eyes were like the complimentary dark chocolate topping to his milk chocolate voice. She turned away slightly and licked her lips seductively almost tasting him with her tongue as she felt his puppy dog gaze rest on her curves. A deep desire welled up inside of her. She wanted to feel his fabulous fingers, taste his tantalising tongue, lick his luscious lips and his sensuous eyes to stare intently into hers. But despite her obvious sexual longing, Mr Mediterranean averted his previously lustful gaze away.
Chloe felt her insides churn along with the chugging of the train wheels on the tracks, her heart thumped faster and faster in unison with the gaining speed of the train. Desire welled up inside of her and she could feel it culminating in an intensely delicious moisture at the centre of her licentious being.
