On his return to his room Nick was preoccupied with the base nature of his sex with Beth that afternoon.
The combination of her scent, her very sexy new clothes, her alluring figure, her firm, lythe body, all were so attractive, Nick found her so hard to resist, but resist he must.
He had to speak to her, had to define the nature of their relationship.
He picked up his phone and clicked on the messaging icon to send her a message. The image she had sent earlier that afternoon jumped out at him from the screen.
Just as he was about to begin to type, another message announced itself with a loud ping, and a second, and a third and a fourth.
He clicked the first and a full length image of Beth presented itself on the screen.
She was standing in front of mirrored doors of her wardrobe, adorned by matching lace bra and panties so sheer as to be, for all intents and purposes, completely transparent.
Her golden hair cascades in waves down onto her shoulders resting delecately on her symmetrical collar bones, presenting perfect cleavage.
Her large round pink ariolae and stiff nipples were almost bursting through the flimsy fabric.
Her neatly trimmed triangle of golden public hair seemed to point tantalisingly to the top of her pussy.
Her shapely legs and slender ankles seemed stretched out as she stood on Navy stilleto shoes.
Nick lost himself staring at the image momentarily, then clicked onto the next.
Standing in a similar pose, Beth was wearing a tight fitting red lace mini dress, the front cut in a v displaying a tantalising décolletage of her milky-white breasts gathered together in a blood-red sheer lacy bra. The hem line barely 10" below her crotch allowed a generous helping of her toned thighs to be seen. The ensemble was finished off with matching 4" strappy stiletto shoes. She looked stunning!
Nick eagerly clicked on the next image, revealing that the dress was now discarded, revealing fine, sheer lacy red underwear. Her left hand cupping her right breast, her thumb resting on her nipple. The look in her eyes was unmistakable; full of lust and looking straight through the lense of the camera, into his soul.
Nick's cock was getting hard.
Nick clicked on the fourth image, it was a video clip.
Beth stood at the end of her bed, her phone recording her through the reflection of the mirrored wardrobe doors. She was dressed in a short, black close fitting wrap over dress tied at the side and glossy black high heeled shoes.
"I thought I should send you some pics of my shopping haul, as you didn't get chance to see them in person. I hope you like them.
I wanted to bring them tonight but you didn't think it was a good idea, so I hope this is the next best thing. Anyway, because you can't undress me yourself I thought I could send you a video of me doing it for you."
Beth slowly undid the tie at her side and unwrapped the black lacy fabric from her front revealing a matching black lace pra and panty set and extremely sheer hold up stockings.
She began to stroke her body with both of her hands.
"You can't feel how soft my new bra and panties are but, ooooh! I can do it for you."
She cupped her breasts in her hands and gently gripped her nipples with each thumb and forefinger.
"You can't feel my nipples getting big and puffy, but hopefully you can see them now. Mmmmmm, they do feel nice. I wish it was you pinching them for me. Nnnngggghh! I do like that, especially when you do it."
Her right hand lowered to her crotch, "I wish you could feel how soft and moist I am now, but perhaps I could...... Mmmmmmm, show you how much I'm missing not seeing you..... Nnnnngggh! I can feel myself getting hot, Nick."
Nick's cock was rigid. He could feel his balls swelling in his boxer shorts.
"Of course, you could always call me to talk if you like, or even send me a text to ask if I wanted to cum.... Over to see you that is.....Mmmmmmmm, it's up to you!"
Nick so wanted to pick her up and have her there and then. On the other hand he was frustrated that she was tempting him to take risks.
He needed to set some boundaries, but if he invited her over he knew what would happen.
He decided to call her, tell her he would pick her up but that they needed to find somewhere to talk, properly talk.
He hit the call button and waited for her to answer.
"Hello you! That didn't take long. What do you think? You like?" she said seductively.
"I think we need to talk, Beth. We can't go on like this, we need to set some boundaries."
"Oh, not the response I was expecting! I thought you might have been a bit more, 'quick, come over, something has sprung up that you need to handle urgently!' or something like that, anyway."
"Can't we just go somewhere to talk without me ending up wanting to have you on the spot? One close shave in a day is plenty, thanks."
"I could ask my mate if we could use her flat? She's at work tonight and I have a spare key."
"That sounds ideal, if we could."
"I'll text you the address, I could be there in 10 minutes. Am I in big trouble? Are you cross with me?"
"No, I'm not, but we need to set some ground rules, otherwise I'm worried this could end badly. See you in 10 minutes."
Nick changed into some jeans and a rugby shirt and checked his phone for the address.
He got in the car, keyed the address into his satnav and set off.
He arrived at a manor house that, in its day, would have been a villa owned by wealthy landowner or corn merchant set in acre after acre of rolling countryside, set to wheat, corn and barley.
Now, it was divided into numerous flats, owned generally by well-healed money people. Beth's friends parents had purchased the flat for their daughter who was studying Politics and Social History at Cambridge before she was sent down for being caught in bed by the wife of one of her Don's.
Nick entered the foyer and ascended the central staircase to the first floor and found the door of the flat. He knocked and moments later he was greeted at the door by Beth, dressed in a black silk kimono.
Her golden hair shone, a stark contrast to the dark shiny fabric of the robe.
She reached up on tip toes to kiss Nick warmly on the mouth, her arms draped loosly around his neck, her pelvis pushing forward to his groin.
Nick had so many things in his head that he had rehearsed to say, but the thoughts disappeared from his mind as though dissolved by Beth's tongue as it slowly curled around this inside of his mouth.
He felt himself wrap Beth in his broad strong arms and hold her tight against his slightly overweight but still powerful body, her firm breasts pressing against the lower part of his chest.
"Are you still cross with me?" Beth asked breaking away from a kiss that seemed to last forever and take him outside of his own body.
"As cross as I could ever be with an angel, or are you the devil? I can't make my mind up!" Nick quipped.
Beth looked up into Nick's eyes, her sapphire blue eyes melting his resolve to chastise her.
"You said you wanted to talk, shall I cook us something and we talk over dinner?" Beth said disarmingly.
"Why not, what did you have in mind?" Nick asked, half worried about what her response might be.
"I do a mean Beef Chilli or Chicken Madras. It depends what Steph has in the fridge, but she's usually got chicken breast or minced beef. Let's see, eh?"
She opened a kitchen unit door to an integrated fridge full of salad, cheese, and a pack of chicken breast.
"Curry it is then! Are you safe with a knife and an onion or are you better off boiling the rice?" Beth asked, mischievously.
"I'm good with either. I tell you what, I'll chop the onions and the chicken, you do the rice, then you won't smell of onions and raw meat." Nick retorted.
The two set about making dinner, talking as they went. Nick explaining his worry that, unless they set some ground rules, their passions would lead them to be indiscrete which might cost her her job or him his marriage, either of which would ruin what they had together.
As the rice simmered and the curry cooked, they sat calmly talking. Nick primarily driving the discussion eventually mutually agreeing to be a model of discretion and self control.
They served up their meals, and ate them talking about how they may meet, how they might behave in public together, but in private they were free to explore one another. Messages had to be a bit more regulated, and Nick decided to get a private Mobile so that work didn't have any oversight of his call history.
A key part of their understanding was that this would only continue until Beth found herself a long term relationship, at which point their meetings would stop.
"I feel better for having that sorted out," said Nick.
"Good, can we start exploring again now then!" urged Beth, mischievously.
She stood and unwrapped the kimono and dropped it on the floor behind her to reveal a very close fitting white silk bustier and white silk panties. She walked toward Nick and straddled his lap on the sofa, draped her arms around his neck and slid her tongue deep into Nick's mouth, humming contentedly.
Nick ran his hands up her sides, found the side of her perfectly firm, round breasts and rubbed her nipples with his thumbs making her take a deep in breath.
He stroked her back downward with fingers gently splayed until his hands settled on her buttocks, massaging them until she started to wriggle in response to his touch.
Sliding his fingers underneath her buttocks until he could feel the gusset of her panties, warm and slightly damp. He slowly massaged her labia prompting an appreciative moan close to his right ear, "Mmmm, that feels so good."
Beth slowly rocked her hips side to side, feeling Nick's fingers so close to entering her either side of the gusset of her moistened silk panties, and his swelling cock hardening inside his jeans.
Beth slid her hands between their bodies until she felt her hard nipples through her silk bustier, pausing there to massage them for a moment or two, before continuing down to unfasten Nick's belt and waistband of his jeans.
Nick lifted his backside to give Beth the opportunity to slide his jeans to his knees. His hardened cock was weeping precum which Beth was eager to taste.
She slid down off Nick's lap and onto the floor in front of him, taking the lower half of his cock in her right hand and cupping his balls with the other. Looking deep into Nick's eyes she lowered her mouth and took the swollen bulbous head of his dick between her lips, circling it with her tongue to savour the sweet stickiness that was oozing out freely.
Nick hummed a contented moan of ecstasy as he watched Beth work her magic mouth up and down.
"I want to get inside you, come on, up you come babe," said Nick.
