Betwixt Natasha

by E V Daymuir

  Barrie was amazed at the ease with which they changed places. He felt his strong hands slide under Natasha’s buttocks and lift the lips of her vagina up to meet his ‘old boy‘. Natasha was making a pretty good job of dealing with his body. He felt the head moving in a slow circular motion just inside the vagina. Natasha was teasing him. He wrapped Natasha’s slender legs around his own body and arched her back to pull his cock in.

  'Fuck me Tash. Give me a really good seeing to, I want it all.'

  Natasha gave no answer only a grunt of satisfaction as she carried on the slow circular motion which was beginning to drive Barrie wild, especially when she penetrated just far enough for the tip to rub against a very sensitive spot just inside the vagina. Was this the legendary G spot? She could leave it there as long as she liked! He was in her body experiencing immense pleasure, when, without warning, Natasha pushed hard and he heard his own voice shouting, 'I’m coming! I’m coming!' Following three to four frantic thrusts, he felt the wet warmth of the ejaculation; then his body stopped moving.

  'Don’t stop! Don’t stop!'

  'Sorry Barrie, but that’s it. Generally speaking, that’s how your ‘good seeing to’ leaves me.'

  Barrie desperately dug Natasha’s heels into his own backside in an attempt to spur her into action, but to no avail. He could feel the erection wilting and after a minute of frantic but fruitless jerking it was a relief when Natasha rolled off and he lost the crushing weight of his own body. He watched as she walked his body to the bathroom.

  'Come on Barrie, a quick shower then we have a lot to discuss.'

  'Such as what?' The tone was sharp and waspish. He was more than a little pissed off at not reaching a climax. What if they got together in the bathroom and somehow or other changed back? Then he would never know what Natasha felt when she had a penetrative orgasm. He wondered if she used anything to reach a climax when she’d been left high and dry, so to speak. Perhaps she used the back brush in the shower? It had a ribbed handle and he’d often wondered if it had ever been used for that purpose. In the bathroom, Natasha was handholding the shower rose to rinse off the Jo Malone Gel Douche she had lathered over Barrie’s testicles and penis. She adored the amber and lavender fragrance, which lingered on her skin for hours, but perhaps it was not the right thing to use whilst in Barrie’s body. She would remember to use his Lacoste Body-Wash in future. As she stepped out of the shower she called to him. 'We’re presenting our lingerie range to the buyer of ‘Naughty but Nice’ at eleven o’clock. I must brief you on what to do.'

  'I thought Debbie did that sort of thing?'

  'She does, but I – that is to say you – will be doing the modelling.’

  Barrie perked up at the thought of parading around in sexy underwear. It was Natasha’s work as well as her fantastic looks and figure that attracted him to her in the first place. She was a partner in DebTash, an exclusive corset and lingerie business, which she ran with Debbie, a friend from Art College.

  'How many pieces will I have to model?'

  'Six. I’ll go through them with you. It’s a mixture of designs by Debbie and me. Mine are, fine lace underwear, a basque and a lovely cream silk chemise, which has been made to my design by one of the out-workers we will use if we get a large order. Oh, and a set of French style underwear, which I would rather not show.'

  'Why not?'

  'Because I think they will be better as an expensive couture item for our private customers.'

  Barrie swung Natasha’s beautiful legs over the side of the bed and sashayed into the bathroom. Natasha was shaving, taking great care as she wielded the razor under his chin. She looked anxiously at her own body as he took up what he considered to be a model pose, with one knee forward, left hand on hip and right held high, wrist bent forward.

  'Barrie! For heaven’s sake, please don’t ham it up. This is a very serious presentation. It could be worth a small fortune to us.'

  Barrie held Natasha’s hands out in a gesture of surrender. 'Okay, okay, I promise. I’ll do whatever you say.'

  'That’s better. Well the first thing to remember is you are in my body, so you use the things I use. I have made the mistake of using my shower gel instead of yours.'

  Barrie lent forward and sniffed at his own skin. 'Nice. I wouldn’t get too close to Duggie if I was you.'

  His face frowned back at him. Natasha quite liked Duggie Lummox, the boss of Travel Plan. He didn’t help himself with his appearance, but since his wife died, he had immersed himself in running the company and didn‘t seem to care. There had been whispers about him propositioning young women at the Rugby Club, where he was Chairman, but she did not believe it. He had always been kind and never made a pass at her. She wondered what Barrie meant. 'He’s not gay, is he?'

  'No, just joking. Duggie’s okay, but you never know who might get turned on by that fragrance.'

  'As long as it’s not Sir Ken Allerby.' She shuddered at the thought. 'I’ll splash on plenty of your Lacoste and hope that’ll do the trick. Anyway, remember to use my shower gel and shampoo. I’ll rustle up some breakfast.’

  Barrie could hardly wait to get in the shower cubicle. The handle of the back brush slipped easily into Natasha’s vagina, which was well lubricated by his semen. The ribbed handle felt pleasant as he moved it gently in and out against the swollen labia, but the angle was wrong and the brush rubbed her thighs. He turned it the other way and the kink in the handle directed it towards what he had assumed was Natasha’s G spot. He was tempted to see how far he could push the handle in, but it felt good where it was. He settled into a fast rhythm, comparable to the usual speed of his thrusting and caressed Natasha’s clitoris with the fingers of her other hand. It was not long however before he realised that Natasha’s body preferred the waltz to the quick step. He slowed the penetrative thrusts of the ribbed handle to the point where every single movement provided unbelievable pleasure. He felt the first tingling of orgasm and the sensation slowly built to a point where it became almost unbearable. Then the orgasm peaked to a fantastic moment of release, yet even then, when it would be all over for him, the tingling sensation of a pending orgasm continued. He was sure it would not take much to come again, but conscious of time, he reluctantly withdrew the improvised instrument of pleasure and lathered her gorgeous body in Jo Malone shower gel.

  When Barrie arrived in the kitchen, Natasha commented on the blush, which still lingered on her cheeks, shoulders and breasts. Barrie passed it off by saying he preferred a hot shower, which obviously did not agree with her tender skin.

  Over toast and coffee, they discussed what they needed to do for the day. Natasha briefed Barrie on his duties for the sales presentation. He would have to dress himself – Debbie would not expect to help. Fortunately, her make-up was always minimal. She would show him how to apply a little lip-gloss and how to run a comb through her long hair, which would then pretty well look after itself for the rest of the day. Her nails had been varnished the previous evening and as she used a natural shade, nothing would need to be done about that, probably for a couple of days. The panties and bra she had chosen for the day would be right for modelling the slips, basques and camisoles, so he would only need to change to the French style underwear for the final presentation. He was not to attempt to do any of her needlework or welding. If the situation remained as it was for longer than a few days, he would be able to get by with a bit of design work, which she would do for him in the evenings.

  Natasha had obviously given their situation more thought than Barrie, who had been more obsessed with exploring her sexuality than thinking through the complexities of their situation. Natasha had a rough idea of Barrie’s duties at Travel Plan, but was there anything specific he should tell her? Barrie’s brain was racing, trying to cover all angles. He could hardly tell her he’d been giving Samantha, one of his key telesales girls, an occasional seeing to. She worked in Travel Plan Dynamic, a new division of the company, which was proving very profitable. He’d often referred
to having lunch with Sam, but failed to mention she was female and gorgeous. With the Board Meeting taking up most of the day, there would be no reason for her to visit telesales, so he should be safe there – at least until tomorrow. Of course, there was always Penny Betts. Penny could cause trouble, but not intentionally. Penny was one of his old girl friends. Their relationship had run its course and they had split amicably; consequently they were still good friends. Penny was PA to Duggie Lummox and could be very helpful. Trouble was, if she couldn’t get a regular shag, she would ask him to help out – just for old time’s sake. Other than those two, there was nothing much to worry about; apart from that classy cleaner, what was her name? Lucy or Lucinda something – but that was a one off. The Board Meeting should not present any problems. He was not expected to make a formal presentation, so she could just go with the flow. There were nine directors on the board, including the company secretary. She had met most of them at sometime or other, but that was not good enough for Natasha, she wanted more detail.

  'Go through them for me. How do you address them, by their first names? Do they have nicknames?'

  'Ah, good point. The meeting’s are pretty laid back although the chairman, John Toddleigh does insist on being addressed as ‘Mr Chairman’ once the meeting is in progress, other than that it’s John. Duggie Lummox, is, of course. Duggie.'

  Natasha interrupted his flow. 'I’ve never met John Toddleigh, what does he look like?'

  'He’s a chubby little man with a pink face and a shock of white hair. You can’t mistake him.'

  Natasha nodded. 'Okay, so who’s next?'

  'Sir Kenneth Allerby is Sir Ken. You’ve met him. A loud Yorkshire man who made his money in scrap metal.'

  Natasha shuddered. Sir Ken had made an improper suggestion at the Travel Plan Christmas Party. 'Yes, I remember Sir Ken – only too well.'

  Barrie failed to pick up on the vibe. He continued through the list of board members.

  'I don’t think you’ve met Lady Macdonald. She’ll be wearing a Macdonald tartan skirt and a white long sleeved blouse. Wears the same outfit, summer or winter. Looks quite severe, but a sweetie and very supportive. She doesn’t stand on ceremony and prefers to be called Sophie. Phillip Stammers, the company secretary is Phil. That leaves the executive directors. Basil Main, the financial director, known to all as Bas. Pauline Sykes, personnel director. She’s really genuine and I’ve never heard of her referred to as anything other than Pauline. Finally, there’s the one you really have to watch, Sally Barnard the marketing director. She can be deadly and won’t miss any opportunity to stab me – you – in the back. Basically she’s very ambitious and wants to run sales and marketing as a step to running the whole company. Trouble is, her ambition far exceeds her ability, but I think Duggie knows that and keeps her in check.'

  'So is she Sal or Sally?'

  'Some will call her Sal – I call her Sally. The meeting starts at eleven and we usually work through until all issues have been covered. Sometimes we have a buffet lunch, which is brought into the boardroom at one, but if John Toddleigh considers we can conclude business before two, he will delay lunch until then. I used to make my excuses and leave as soon as the meeting was closed, but Sophie tipped me off that Sally Barnard made mischief as soon as I left, so now I tend to stay until everyone drifts away.'

  'Is there any specific issues I should know about?'

  'Difficult to cover everything, but I try to anticipate what questions may come my way. I’ve jotted those down, with my answers, under ‘notepad’ in my laptop. You can take that with you into the meeting, its accepted practice to refer to it if required. If anything unexpected does crop up, stall for time by saying you’ll look into it and provide the board with a written answer. You may get a bit of stick from Sally, but most of the others will be supportive.'

  'What about your laptop and computer? Do I need a password?'

  Shit! Barrie hoped her face had not betrayed his moment of panic. He hadn’t thought of that. Was there anything on the computer he didn’t want her to see? He stalled for time.

  'Guess what the password is?' He smiled what he hoped was a disarming smile, but it was difficult to tell when he was relying on her facial muscles.

  'I haven’t got a clue, come on, what is it?'

  He was frantically thinking through anything that could possibly drop him in the mire. 'Go on, have stab at it.'

  'We haven’t got time for games.'

  She was beginning to sound a bit testy. He was pretty sure the computers were clean – well almost. 'Come on; join in the spirit of the situation we find ourselves in – say the first thing that comes into your head.’'

  'For heavens sake, Barrie!'

  'No, that’s not it.' He could see the anger beginning to build. 'Okay, if you’re not even going to try I’d better tell you.' He paused for what she took as effect, but he was in fact completing a mental run through of any files that could possibly cause a problem. No – he was definitely watertight.

  'The password for both is… Natasha.'

  'Natasha! Hooray! No one would ever think of that.' She managed to load his voice with heavy sarcasm, but Barrie simply shrugged her beautiful shoulders and poured them both a second cup of coffee. They followed the normal routine of taking the coffee up to the bedroom to sip as they dressed for the day, but there was nothing normal about the rest of the routine. Natasha had to explain to Barrie about the pill. She was halfway through her cycle so he would have to remember to take one pill every morning, with his second cup of coffee, until the pills ran out. Her body would then have its period and he would start on the next batch of 21 pills when it ended. Hopefully they would not remain as they were for that long, but if they did, she would have to show him how to use a tampon. When it came to dressing, Natasha struggled with Barrie’s tie, but strangely, he had no difficulties whatsoever. Inheriting Natasha’s slender, nimble fingers made everything easy.

  The package that Dudley Wink delivered contained the silk chemise, made to Natasha’s design by one of their out workers. It was creased and would need a warm iron over it, but they had all those facilities in the small room on the third floor at DebTash. The other items, including the hand made French knickers and bra, were laid out on the bed in the fitting room – the room opposite Debbie’s bedroom. He would use that to change in. They had already rearranged the furniture in the living room to provide a sort of catwalk area. He could check with Debbie how she wanted each item presented, it would not seem out of place to go over everything again and anyway, it would never occur to Debbie that Barrie was locked in her partner’s body.

  'Just leave it all to Debs. She’ll direct operations and do the selling; all you need do is model the pieces in the right order.' She kissed him briefly before adding. 'And for heavens sake make sure you don’t put anything on back to front. Double check: All labels at the back.'

  Barrie locked the cottage as Natasha opened the garage doors and looked at his BMW. It was a monster compared to her sporty Mazda – and she had never driven it before. This was going to be her first real challenge in Barrie’s body.

  In the copse, Dudley Wink reviewed all the material he had captured on camera – stills and movie. The sex on the bed was priceless, although he was a bit miffed that her husband was so well endowed. Anyway, it was the still shots of her posing alone at the window, which really turned him on. His favourite was the one of her holding her right breast with her left hand and her right hand straying down towards her pussy. She was doing it just for him. He propped the camera in the shade by the gear lever and looked at her as he masturbated. She was watching him – encouraging him and he ejaculated so quickly he almost missed the back of the envelope.

  CHAPTER FOUR.

  Simon Niggard closed the door to the Production Manager’s office, shutting out the mechanical clatter of the Meltcon Bar production line. He smirked with satisfaction as he examined the production figures on the computer. Less than two hours into the shift and he was
ahead of target. He drooled over the figures as he scrolled back through previous shifts to check the performance of the competition. The three other Production Managers on the Meltcon line were below target. Counting and comparing brought him such joy. He chuckled when he saw the line had stopped twenty one minutes for repairs during the evening shift. Poor old Adrian Jones; what a sucker! He’d blown what little chance there was of making up his deficit. He hunched forward in eager anticipation as the screen scrolled back to show yesterday’s day shift. Sod it! David Stewart had reduced his deficit. How the devil had he managed that? He looked at the line engineer’s reports for a clue. Bunford had reported overheating in the conveyor drive two hours before the end of their previous shift and asked for permission to stop the line to investigate. Of course it had been refused; the line never stopped on his watch. He never allowed it to slow down, let alone stop. Bunford should know that by now, he was getting difficult, as was that quality control girl, Lydia Baxter. She was continuously pestering him to slow the line down to maintain quality. They were definitely in cahoots those two.

  He looked out through the long window which afforded a full view of the production line and sure enough, as if on cue to fuel his paranoia, they walked along the line towards each other, meeting close to the spot where the conveyor had overheated yesterday. Or had it really overheated? How had David Stewart managed to get through a full shift with hot bearings? They could only cool if the line had slowed or stopped and that had obviously not happened. Were those two plotting against him? He watched keenly as Peter Bunford knelt down on one knee and placed a hand on a bearing casing. Lydia Baxter steadied herself with a hand on his shoulder, crouched down beside him and said something in his ear. He turned and said something into hers. It was noisy down there, but why not shout? What was so private? Now Bunford was pointing along the line towards the chocolate enrobing section. What were they up to? He was about to storm out of his office to confront them when Bunford stood up, held both hands down to Lydia Baxter and helped her to her feet. They seemed to hold hands a few seconds longer than was necessary. Was there something going on between those two? He licked his thin lips. Perhaps he’d found a way of getting rid of both of them. It was not against company rules for workers to develop a relationship, but Peter Bunford was married and the company frowned upon that sort of thing. She stood on tip toe to say something in his ear. Or was she giving him a crafty kiss? He would keep a very close eye on them, although to be honest with himself, he could not think why Peter Bunford would be interested in Lydia Baxter. She wore thick spectacles, had mousy hair, no figure to speak of and was barely five feet tall. Hardly a match for his wife who was a fine piece of womanhood, more suited to Bunford’s stature. He was well over six feet and muscular with it. Used to play rugby – kept himself in good shape, but, that was no reason why he shouldn’t start a destructive rumour mill. A whispered comment here – an innuendo there. With a bit of luck and the help of the gossip mongers on the line, a case could be created against them, which senior management would find it difficult to ignore. He would be shot of both of them and it would not be seen as his decision, which was how he would like it.