Nick had an important day ahead of him, which was going to be made more challenging by a lack of sleep the previous night.
Stepping into the warm caress of the spacious rainwater shower cubicle he squeezed a generous handful of shower gel into his hand and rubbed it into his hair and over his body.
The soapy mass of suds quickly unmatted his pubic hair, which was sticky and hard after the copious amounts of love juices that he and Beth had produced just hours before.
Feeling renewed and refreshed from his shower, he turned it off, wrapped a towel around his waist like a sarong and he stood before the sink ready to shave.
Looking in the mirror, Nick could see a silver haired, middle aged man looking back at him, his hair more salt than pepper these days.
"Good God, what on earth does a vision like her see in an old man like you!" he said to himself in the mirror.
He smoothed shaving gel over his beard, picked up his traditional straight safety razor, and carefully scraped the whiskers away leaving him looking at least a few years younger.
Brushing his teeth, combing his hair and splashing on a small amount of Hugo Boss aftershave he checked in the mirror and smiled, he looked fit to be seen in public again.
Nick fastened the collar of his crisp white Charles Tywhitt shirt, fastened his plum red silk tie and donned his steel grey Jaeger suit and that was him, set for his day of high level customer meetings with his key client.
As Nick entered the restaurant at the pub, he grabbed a bowl and shook a generous helping of muesli into it and covered it with a ladleful of Greek yoghurt. As he made his way toward a vacant table, Beth appeared carrying cooked breakfasts for the young couple at a table in the corner.
She smiled at Nick as she passed him and placed the food smartly at the table, "Can I get you anything else? Sauces or anything?" she asked politely.
She turned and walked jauntily to Nick.
"Morning, you're looking sharp!"
"Big day with a client over in Cambridge today," said Nick, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, that's lovely for you, I'm sure. Is there anything hot you'd like to eat?" Beth said, the double-entendre entirely intentional.
"I wish I had time! No, just a good strong cappuccino please, I didn't sleep very well last night and I need something to keep me going through the morning," Nick said with a cheeky wink.
"I'll get that for you, no problem."
Beth walked briskly back to the kitchen, returning after a couple of minutes with a large bowl of Cappuccino and lowering it onto his table with her blouse unbuttoned enough for him to see she had no bra on.
Nick's eyes widened and quickly looked back up to her eye level to see her smirk back at him ogling her breasts.
Nick finished eating his muesli and gulped down his coffee, noting how strong it was.
Before Beth returned to clear the tables, Nick stood up and made his way to the door. Just as he was about to get into his car, Beth appeared at the door of the pub with a travel cup. "I thought you might need this to see you arrive safely at your meeting, as you hadn't slept well," she said handing over the cup.
"I'm not working this afternoon or tonight. Perhaps we could meet up in Cambridge when you're done? You could call me when you finish, what do you think?" Beth said enthusiastically.
"Drop me a text with where you are and I'll pick you up, we could grab a late lunch if you like," Nick said, his heart skipping a beat.
He climbed into his car and set off, sipping his strong coffee throughout his journey.
The meetings went well. Nick was a Client Director for a Technology Company responsible for ensuring all product and service delivery was running efficiently. It was a stressful role but Nick had an air of confidence which always made clients feel well looked after and in safe hands.
Nick's final meeting was a briefing for the Client's Senior Management team over coffee. Part way through the meeting his phone beeped with a message.
Looking down at his phone he could see a picture message had arrived from a number he didn't recognise.
On opening it, it was a selfie looking down from arms length above, a view of two barely covered breasts almost falling out of a blouse and a skirt so short he could see the person's panties just peeping out between two very toned thighs. His groin stirred at the sight.
"Everything okay, Nick?" asked the Commercial Director.
"Sorry, Stephen. Yes, just a message from the office with a production update. It's all looking positive."
"Great to hear. Well, I think we're about done aren't we?" he responded and stood ready to close the meeting. "See you next month then, Nick."
Nick stood, shook hands with the three clients and packed his notebook away in his briefcase. He checked his watch, it was 3.30pm.
He made his way back to his car and dialled the number from the media message. After a couple of rings Beth answered.
"Hello, you got my message then!" Beth said, cheekily.
"In the middle of my meeting, yes! I nearly had a coronary! Where are you? I'll pick you up."
"I'll see you at the train station, there's a restaurant on the way to the motorway we could have lunch the way back at, eh?"
Minutes later, Nick swung the car next to the kerb outside the train station and looked around to try and spot Beth. He saw her approach the car, carrying several shopping bags, wearing 4" navy heels, a white silky blouse, and a short navy wrapover skirt over bare, slender, well toned legs.
Nick popped open the boot and Beth quickly dropped her shopping collection in the boot, and climbed into the front passenger seat.
She leaned across and kissed Nick warmly on the mouth, her breasts almost falling from her blouse and her skirt riding high up her legs. "God, I've wanted to do that all day," she said, "I wanted to do it this morning, but I think I'd have been sacked! Do you like my new outfit?"
"It's beautiful, Beth, but you could wear a bin liner and look stunning!" Nick quipped.
"Oh, you are sweet," she replied, "You say the loveliest things," she beamed.
"Let's get going, I'm getting peckish." Nick pulled the car out and drove out of Cambridge into the rural outskirts toward the motorway.
"Looks like you've had a spending splurge! What's the occasion?" Nick enquired.
