After meeting the lovely Emily in church at the end of the service, I had half an hour to kill before my rendezvous with Beth Jordan. I decided to spend that half hour in the small café across the road from the church, where I had unexpectedly met Emily again. It was purely co-incidental, but had led to a little bit of sexy fun, and set Emily up for a lot more in the very near future. Unfortunately for Emily, I had a much more important meeting with Beth, and had to leave her with a promise of more fun soon.
Perfectly on time, I rang Beth's doorbell. She opened the door almost immediately and invited me in. She looked out of the door quickly as I entered to make sure nobody had seen me, and satisfied, closed and locked the door, before turning to me, a huge smile of welcome on her beautiful face. She came straight into my arms, and kissed me passionately for long minutes, both of us standing there getting more and more turned on, until we finally stopped.
'I've prepared something for lunch, are you hungry, or would you like a cup of tea before we...?' her voice tailed off, but she was smiling, grown suddenly shy now that she had almost articulated what she really wanted.
'Tea? I was hoping for something much hotter and flavoursome,' I teased her, pulling her back into my arms, kissing her and caressing her soft breasts. She shuddered, and then moaned another of her little quiet moans.
'Whatever you want,' she murmured. 'I was brought up to be hospitable to strangers,' and taking me by the hand led me to her bedroom. Quite honestly, it could only be described as Spartan and functional, rather than what I'd come to expect from the women's bedrooms I'd been in before. However Beth was no ordinary women. She was after all a church minister, ordained in holy orders and expected to live a quiet, contemplative personal life with the minimum of luxuries. There was a bed, with bedside cabinets and table lamps on either side, a dressing table and mirror, with a full length mirror on the opposite wall, and built in wardrobes to hang her clothes.
With Beth in the room, it could have been just a mattress on the floor and a candle for all I cared. It was functional but comfortable, and with Beth in my arms I didn't give a damn for decoration and the room receded into the background. My whole attention was on her, on kissing her and feeling her soft, warm body pressed against mine.
She stepped back from me, breathing heavily, excited, and began to unbutton her black shirt, the very same shirt she'd been wearing when preaching from the pulpit less than an hour ago. That fact alone made it ultra erotic, but this was Beth,
my
Beth, and she needed nothing else to command my attention. I was focussed like a laser beam on her hands opening the buttons and the wonderfully wicked enticing grin on her face.
'I've got a special surprise for you,' she promised as she slowly unbuttoned her ministerial shirt, and although I was mirroring what she was doing, busy unbuttoning my own shirt, I paid rapt attention to what she was saying and doing.
'I've been shopping,' she grinned as she reached and opened the last button. 'Look,' she requested and slowly pulled the shirt open revealing the skimpiest, frothy little confection of a bra. 'Just for you,' she declared, 'do you like it?' It was so delightful and unexpected, I almost laughed with joy.
'Oh Beth,' I said, 'it's wonderful, and so feminine, I love it.' It was pale blue with little scraps of white lace trim. The cups themselves were entirely see through, and I could see her darkish pink nipples and areolae beneath. I reached forward with both hands and felt those wonderful nipples, through the almost none existent fabric, squeezing them gently and lovingly between my forefingers and thumbs. She closed her eyes and moaned deeply.
'Wait until you see the panties to match,' she promised, opening her eyes again, and resumed undressing for me. She reached round to her left side and unbuttoning the button at her waistband, she pulled down the zip and shimmied the skirt lower, then leaning forward stepped out of it. When she straightened up it became obvious that she wore no panties at all.
'Be...th,' I gulped with surprise, and she laughed, the look on my face obviously amusing her a lot. 'You've no panties on, how can I see them if they're not there?' She stepped over and opened the top drawer of the bedside cabinet, and pulled out panties so miniscule they almost weren't there, and quickly put them on.
'Is that better,' she teased me. They were a perfect match for the bra, all too obviously a set, and she twirled around slowly, modelling them for me. 'Do you like them,' she laughed again. 'or did you prefer me without?'
'You look wonderful Beth, and so sexy. I'm so happy that you wore them just for me, and they look amazing, but only because
you
are amazingly beautiful. Without
you
they're just bits of cloth.' She came into my arms once more, kissing me eagerly.
'This type of lingerie is only worn to be taken off, maybe you should just undress me then,' she teased, reaching for and feeling my cock.
I needed no further encouragement, and within seconds those panties and the matching bra were decorating the bedroom floor. I kissed and fondled her, steadily backing her towards the bed. When the back of her legs hit the bed I let her go, pushing her playfully and she fell back across the bed, giggling. As she landed and bounced slightly on the springy mattress, still laughing, she opened her legs wide blatantly exposing her pussy, inviting me to fuck her.
