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stood aside and motioned her to come in. He closed the door and was about to turn to Beth when she told him to lock it. He felt surprised and happy because she had come to him. Up until now it had been the other way around. All the confusion of the past days faded from his mind as he turned to face Beth as naturally as a sunflower follows the course of the primary across the daytime sky. And then he stopped abruptly. Beth had unbuttoned her coat and stood before him: she wore nothing under the coat save her stockings and suspenders. The idea of Beth travelling across town to meet him in this state gave him an immediate erection.
    ‘I planned it as a special treat for my first visit to your place.’ Beth slipped out of the coat and let it fall to the floor at her feet. She smiled wickedly at him as she opened her arms. ‘See anything you like?’ she teased. Tom nodded dumbly and they kissed for what seemed like forever, standing there in the entrance way. His senses swam with the combination of her woman smell and the heat of her body as she pressed herself against him. He held her tightly to himself with one hand while the other roamed over her naked body. She gasped in pleasure when his hand slid down her back and cupped her bottom, lifting her onto tiptoe and pushing those magnificent breasts more firmly against his chest. She put her face close to his ear and whispered, ‘Why don’t you take your clothes off too? Then we can start equal.’
    She began to unbutton his shirt and pull it out of his jeans. He let go of her long enough to let her slip it off. Beth took the opportunity to unbuckle his belt. The zipper of his trousers purred open and he felt her warm eager fingers grasp him and tug him free from the confines of his clothing. Tom felt himself hardening under her skilled fingers. He felt the cool air of the room on him and found that a stimulant. When he spoke of it later to Beth as they lay upon the disordered bed, she observed that almost anything turned him on. This was said with a curious, proprietary smile as she caressed his face and breathed softly into his ear. The warmth of her breath made him shiver in anticipation. She had always been able to arouse him by almost everything she did.
    But on this occasion Beth tugged him towards the bedroom by the cock, holding him firmly and squeezing gently as he hardened under her hand. Somewhere between the entrance hall and the bed his jeans disappeared so that when they lay down he was naked.
    He felt the cool brush as her stockinged leg touched his hip. Then she was kneeling astride him and guiding him into herself. That must be the shortest foreplay on record, he thought fleetingly as he was surrounded by warm moist flesh. Beth had learned the trick – from an Indian woman, she once said laughingly – of contracting her vaginal muscles. Tom felt himself being squeezed by that warm tunnel in which he was buried to the hilt. He reached up to fondle her breasts as she sat back on her haunches and fondled his balls in her turn. Beth’s nipples were hard and crinkly already.
    Later she admitted that she had been in a state of almost constant arousal as she rode across town. She described the looks she got from the men who passed her. Most men look assessingly at women they pass in the street or ride with on a bus, but she had felt their gaze much more acutely in her novel state. ‘If some men mentally undress you, I must have been very easy to disrobe,’ she commented. Tom gazed in admiration at the glory of her bent knees and the swell of her thighs beneath the smooth stockings.
    Beth lifted herself up his pole and slid down again with a sigh of pleasure. Tom watched the play of her leg muscles and the changing highlights on her stockings as she wriggled herself more fully down onto him. He had to think of something else – almost anything would do – if he wasn’t to lose it in the first instance.
    Tom considered himself a gentleman because he tried to