The silky slide of Vicki's stockinged thighs against hers thrilled Beth in a new and utterly sensually erotic way.  This sensation of the unique lubrication between skin and skin was something that Beth had felt from the other side of the coin but not this one.  It was so different to silk on silk or the tempting of a man's skin with her own lacy topped confections. As their lips met and Vicki's wonderful softness ripened with a thrusting heat Beth's finger's curled into her palms gripping tightly. They longed to wander over those stocking clad thighs and make an endless meandering journey across the textures of the two silks of skin and hosiery.<br/><br/>In the ten seconds allotted to them Vicki led their kiss quickly into a demanding dance of a questing tongue and pressured need. Their bodies both moved subtly, breasts thighs and soft tummies whispering sweet nothings. Beth had to grip her hands even tighter, her nails digging into her palms to restrain them, and she sighed achingly as Vicky broke away. Beth stood still for a moment rooted to the spot as Vicky went back to her seat, watching the sway of her torso and then the descent into a relaxed curl that made her quiver with the desire it had provoked.<br/><br/>She jerked slightly as she came into the realisation that she was standing there like a moonstruck dummy and a soft chuckle came with image in her head. "Tease? Well.....  I'm certainly not<strong>all </strong>tease.... you'll have to let me know...." she challenged provocatively as she folded back into her seat, and flashed a heated look at Fred too.  The sexual charge in the air was positively fizzing as far as she was concerned and the damp silk between her thighs showed just how ready she was for its promise to be fulfilled.<br/><br/>The cards seem to speed up, George's fingers deftly dealing them and the hand being played so swiftly the game seemed to be finding it's own tempo that they were being drawn into.  The pack of action cards held court, with all of them dancing to its tune, and yet the excitement of each hand, who won, who lost, was a foreplay each of them instigated as much as the cards.  Even George's words, provoked a response far more than the simple action of taking of a piece of clothing, the word 'expose' dripping from his tongue with a heat that flared in all their eyes.