by E V Daymuir
‘The full briefs are sexy and snug. They can be in cream or seductive black. We have chosen to show you the cream, as we hope you will agree that even in this colour they are exceptionally sexy.’
Davina nodded and licked her lips. The full briefs looked beautiful on Natasha. The soft scalloped edges of the lace fringing the top of her lightly tanned thighs looked incredibly sexy. This girl must model them for their website and brochure. She would insist on that in the contract. Almost on cue with Davina’s train of thought, Barrie completed the turn and posed legs astride moving Natasha’s weight in a sensuous movement from one leg to the other.
‘The briefs have a sexy, crossover rouched front decorated with bows.’ Debbie paused as Natasha continued to move her weight from one leg to the other. God, I always knew Natasha had a great body, she thought, but she’s never acknowledged the fact and I have never seen her flaunt it like this. She coughed and continued as Barrie thrust Natasha’s bra enhanced breasts in Davina’s direction. ‘And, as you can see, the demi bra has a revealing under wire boned balconette, and supportive tulle lining.’ She almost added that Natasha’s superb tits did not need support, but thought better of it. Davina was turned on enough as it was.
Davina noted with some amusement, that Natasha was posing just out of reach and teasing her. She liked that. Excellent foreplay. ‘Stay there for a moment Natasha dear.’ Davina Maypole stood up, and stepped behind Natasha. Barrie felt her cool hands fall lightly on Natasha’s bare shoulders, then apply just enough pressure to turn her to face Debbie
‘Debbie my dear, I have had the most wonderful thought. I would like to use Natasha to model your collection on the Naughty but Nice website, in our direct mail brochures and of course, on in-store posters. What do you think?’
Debbie was surprised at the suggestion. ‘It’s a great idea, but it’s up to Natasha. How do you feel about that Tash?’
Barrie pondered on it for a few seconds. Natasha could be back in her own body when the time came, would she want to do it? Hell, she modelled for the DebTash website, so why not? ‘I don’t have a problem with that,’ he said, adding one of Natasha’s little giggles. ‘It should be fun.’ He felt Davina’s right hand slide slowly Natasha’s back and rest on her gorgeous bottom.’
‘I can guarantee that,’ purred Davina, ‘that’s excellent news. I’ll see that it’s written into the contract.’ Her hand stroked the Chantilly lace stretched tightly over Natasha’s shapely bottom, then moved round to explore the front.
‘This lace is exquisite and as much as I like it in cream, I think we will have you wear black as well for our studio session.’ Barrie felt her hand move over the front of the briefs in a series of little pinching movements. ‘These bows are exquisite.’ Her fingers were searching for the lowest bow and Barrie was beginning to wonder just how far she would go when Debbie came to the rescue.
'That’s great Tash, could you change into the corset now please.’
Davina reluctantly stopped searching for the last elusive bow and returned her hand to Natasha’s bottom. ‘Off you go Natasha; I can’t wait to see the next creation.’ With a gentle squeeze, she sent Natasha on her way.
CHAPTER NINE
As Natasha propelled Barrie’s body down the executive corridor at Travel Plan, she had a strange feeling that someone had placed a hand on Barrie’s right buttock and given it a squeeze. She paused to look round. No one there; the corridor was empty; very strange. She shrugged Barrie’s broad shoulders and marched on, she was getting used to moving his body around. There was at least a hundred pounds difference in body weight and although she missed the nimbleness of her own body, she was beginning to cope with and enjoy his lumbering strength.
The Boardroom at the top of Hamsworth Tower faced north; a deliberate selection to enable PowerPoint presentations to be made on a large screen, without the need for window black out. The only other person in the room as she entered was Lady Macdonald. It had to be her; she met Barrie’s description precisely. A tall elegant woman in an ankle length tartan skirt and a white, long sleeved blouse, buttoned to the neck. She must have been quite a stunner at one time, the square jaw was balanced by auburn hair swept across her forehead, barely half an inch above her eyebrows and bobbed into the nape of her neck. She greeted him enthusiastically.
‘Hello Barrie, good to see you.’
The Scottish heritage which she promoted in her clothes was not apparent in a voice which was very Home Counties. She held out a hand; Natasha shook it. She inclined her head, in anticipation of a kiss on the cheek, which Natasha supplied; kissing the other cheek as well, hoping this was the accepted routine. How else would Barrie greet her? What would he say?
‘Are you keeping well, Sophie?’
Sophie half turned her head and held her chin high.' Of course – as always. Don’t you think I look good for my age?’
‘Magnificent,’ said Natasha. It was obviously the right thing to say. Lady Sophie Macdonald fluttered her eye lashes at him.
‘You rugby players are all the same.’
They both laughed. Sophie stopped first and pointed to the agenda.
‘What’s this about Dynamic?’
‘It’s Sally Barnard making mischief. There is a problem but it’s not as bad as she wants everyone to believe. All will be revealed later.’
‘Very mysterious,’ murmured Sophie, ‘but whatever the problem, you know you can count on me. I think it’s a first rate concept and it’s all down to you.’ She touched Barrie’s arm lightly with a beautifully manicured hand. It was a far younger hand than her appearance suggested and Natasha immediately revised her age downward from fifty something to the mid-forties. She was a younger woman hiding in old fashioned clothes. Was she married? Barrie never said, but she was certainly flirting with him. Not another one to watch? She was actually beginning to feel sorry for her errant husband and that would never do.
The door opened and Basil Main, the Finance Director came in. Natasha instantly felt on safer ground; she had met him several times before,
‘Good morning Bas.’
‘Morning Barrie and a very good morning to you Sophie, you’re looking as radiant as ever.’ Basil Main went through the same kissing routine, a peck on both cheeks; so at least she got that right. All she had to do now was wait for the others to arrive and try to avoid any obvious blunders. As she placed the copies Sam had provided for her on the table, covering them with Barrie’s laptop, she wondered how things were going at DebTash. Barrie should be well into modelling the collection by now.
Wearing only a black G-string, Barrie was admiring Natasha’s body, in the full length mirror. Reluctantly he turned away to pick up the gold and black basque, running her hands down over her bare bottom as he did so. Seeing and touching excited him tremendously, Natasha had never shown off her body much before, it was just there and she took her own beauty for granted. How was this basque supposed to go on? Ah, he remembered; it fastened down the front and the lacing down the back was for ultimate control. Natasha had shown him how to put it in position and fasten it from the bottom. By breathing in he should be able to get her trim figure into it, without any need to adjust the lacing. Now for the black stockings. He sat on the bed and following Natasha’s instructions, took great care not to catch a fingernail in the delicate nylon. He smoothed them up Natasha’s gorgeous legs and snapped on the suspenders. If he had been watching in his own body, he would have had a massive hard on by now. He wondered briefly how his old boy was behaving and more to the point, how Natasha was coping with it. Returning to the job in hand he stepped into the gold sling backs which had been selected as they only had a two and a half inch heel. He had tried them out and maybe due to muscle memory in Natasha’s legs, found it easy to walk in them. Natasha had great legs anyway, but high heels certainly added that certain zing. He took one last look at Natasha’s glorious figure in the mirror. Pouted a kiss to himself and waited on the landing for Debbie’s call. It all seemed to be going very
well.
Downstairs, Debbie was amazed as the orders kept flowing. Natasha had modelled the Debbie Classic Diva Corset in cherry red satin and Davina had gone overboard for it, or was it Natasha she had gone overboard for? Anyway, she wanted the corset in both red and black duchess satin. She also wanted one for herself – made to measure. Debbie was happy to do that without charge. Nothing had been said on the subject, but she was pretty sure it was what Davina would expect. There were two issues bugging her though, the first, being how were they going to cope with such large orders? She had not missed on anything and there were two more items in the collection. The second, how was she going to react when Natasha eventually said no to her advances? Knowing Natasha as she did, it had to happen sooner or later, Tash was playing with fire and Davina was getting hornier every time she appeared. When Natasha said no, would she take the hump and cancel the orders?
‘What else do you have to show me, Debbie dear?’
'Only two more, both by Natasha. First there’s a Black and Gold Basque. It really is a stunning combination.’
‘The black and gold or Natasha and the Basque?’ Debbie gave a nervous laugh. ‘Both. Shall I call her down?’
‘Please,’ Davina. reached across and touched her thigh. Debbie wondered if it was a gesture to let her know she was not left out. Perhaps Davina was thinking about a threesome? She wouldn’t mind, but she knew that Natasha would disappoint them both. Davina leant forward to catch the first glimpse of Natasha coming down the stairs. A golden shoe and trim ankle appeared. Barrie deliberately made it a slow entrance, pausing for a count of three on each step, before stepping delicately down to the next. In glorious tantalising segments, Natasha’s shapely, stocking clad legs came into view. Davina felt a wonderful itch in her vagina as the black, see through triangle of the G-String appeared. Barrie negotiated the remainder of the stairs and posed in front of Davina.
‘Delicious, absolutely delicious,’ she whispered. ‘Turn round; let me see you from the back.’
Barrie turned and looked over his shoulder to watch Davina, who was positively drooling over Natasha’s bare arse. He shifted Natasha’s weight from one leg to the other to show off her beautifully rounded cheeks. Davina watched closely, until he stopped, then looked up and smiled.
‘A lovely combination, can I see it from the front again please?
Barrie obliged and saw Davina stretch out a hand to stroke Debbie’s inner thigh. ‘I must congratulate you both on a wonderful collection. Now what do you say if you take my measurements for the corset Debbie darling, while Natasha gets changed, then the three of us can sit down to discuss the final order?’
‘That’s fine. I can take the measurements in my bedroom. It will save going all the way up to the workroom.’
Davina stood up. ‘That sounds marvellous, join us when you’re ready, Natasha.’
‘I’ve still got the French knickers to show you.’ Barrie did not want the modelling to come to an end. He loved flaunting Natasha’s body and thought the French Knickers the sexiest thing in the collection.
‘Of course, change into those and join us.’
Davina followed Barrie up the stairs. He could feel her eyes on Natasha’s backside, but the anticipated grope never came. As he turned to go into the changing room, Debbie reached the landing and opened the door to her bedroom for Davina.
Barrie closed the changing room door, leant against it and put Natasha’s hand over her luscious mouth to stop himself giggling. It was all going so much better than he, Debbie or Natasha could have possible anticipated, and he, or rather Natasha, had been tapped-up by a lesbian. Now he was in a bit of a quandary, if he changed too quickly he could arrive too soon to catch any lesbian action and he was sure that was why Debbie had suggested her bedroom. Best dawdle a bit. He sat on the bed, kicked off the gold high heels and raised Natasha’s left leg. Feet could be so ugly, but Natasha’s were beautiful, he admired it for several seconds, twisting it first one way, then the other, before unsnapping the suspenders and carefully rolling the stockings down each beautiful leg. Then he sank back onto the bed and slowly undid the front fastenings of the basque. He smiled to himself; his mates at the rugby club would never believe what he was up to. With the last fastening undone, he sat up leaving the basque on the bed. He was looking directly into the mirror and could not resist briefly admiring and caressing Natasha’s bare breasts. Parting her legs he could see her pubis through the thin silk of the G-String. He quickly took it off and leant back on Natasha's elbows to admire her sex. Spreading her legs wide he ran her hand down through soft pubic hair to stroke her clitoris. The temptation to masturbate to a climax was overwhelming, but as he thought about it, he also began to think about what Davina and Debbie could be doing across the landing. Mirrors could replicate this moment at home, but he might never get the opportunity to watch or even maybe, take part in lesbian action. It was a no brainer. He put on the silk bra and French knickers, then, depressing the door handle very carefully, silently opened the door and crept onto the landing. Natasha’s body was far easier to creep around in than his own hulking frame; he tip toed across the landing and held Natasha’s breath as he stood outside Debbie’s bedroom with an ear to the door. He could hear them talking softly to each other. Were they at it? Without knocking he walked in to find Debbie with a tape measure around Davina’s waist. The lack of lesbian action could have been a bitter disappointment for him, were it not for the fact that Davina had all her kit off and Debbie was stripped down to bra and pants. Natasha had never told him how they took clients’ measurements, but surely this was going too far? He posed and announced Natasha’s arrival.
‘Natasha is now wearing an under wired full cup bra in sexy cream silk, with soft gathered chiffon and a delicate bow nestling in her cleavage.’
They turned to look at her. Davina had what could be described as a neat figure. Good legs a trim waist and very little in the breast department, although they were very pert. He wondered why she could possibly need a corset, was it something to do with the games lesbians play? Natasha’s clitoris and labia had not calmed down from its recent assault and now the whole area seemed to be on fire. He continued with the product description.
‘The French knickers are in the same cream silk with classic side fastening and soft gathered chiffon edging. I find them sensationally sexy to wear.’ Barrie turned and looked over his shoulder at Davina, as he had when modelling the basque. ‘I like the way the soft chiffon clings to the cheeks of my bottom. How do they look, Davina?
Davina‘s eyes were transfixed on Natasha‘s bottom. ‘I think you need a particularly good rear to look sexy in French knickers, Natasha and you have a wonderful bum. Let me see the front again.’
Davina put both hands on Debbie’s shoulders and gently moved her to one side. Barrie’s eyes were fixed on Davina as he turned. Her eyes were fixed on Natasha’s crotch, the object of her desire. She reached out with her right hand and fingered the chiffon edging.
‘I think you should consider a double gusset. You’re excitement is beginning to show.’ Fingers touched the damp silk between Natasha’s legs and Barrie felt them pull the flimsy material to one side.
‘You have a pretty little vagina.’
She knelt down so close that Barrie could feel her breath caressing Natasha’s thighs.
‘Not so little that it can’t accommodate my husband's enormous cock.’ He retorted, angry at the implied slight.
She looked up with a quizzical smile.
‘What’s enormous, six inches?’ She was laughing at Natasha – at him. He struck back swiftly.
‘It's over ten. And, it’s seven inches in circumference.’
‘My word, you are knowledgeable on the subject, did you measure it together, or just take his word for it?’
‘We measured it together’.
‘How terribly exciting for you, but it’s difficult to believe that such an enormous piece of manhood could fit in here.’
Barrie felt
her finger probe into Natasha’s moist vagina. It penetrated easily and she expertly hooked the tip onto exactly the right spot, simultaneously her thumb found Natasha’s clitoris and she pinched thumb and forefinger together, Barrie gasped and Natasha’s knees trembled. Debbie quickly moved behind Natasha and supported her by the elbows as Barrie felt Natasha’s legs begin to buckle.
Debbie whispered. 'You don’t have to do this you know, Tash.’
Barrie nodded, he knew Natasha didn’t have to and probably wouldn’t, but for him to be at the centre of lesbian action, in her body, was more than he could resist. She might be a bit cross when she found out – if she found out, but that was a risk he simply had to take.
Davina removed her finger and placed a hand on either side of the French knickers. ‘Are these real side fastenings?’ Nimble fingers undid the buttons and the knickers fell to Natasha’s feet. Debbie obviously felt honour bound to intervene. ‘I don’t think you should go any further, Davina. Natasha has never had a gay relationship.’
‘You don’t have to be a lesbian to receive, Debbie dear, you of all people should know that.’ She re-inserted her finger and this time found Natasha’s clitoris with the tip of her tongue. Barrie felt Natasha’s legs turning to jelly again. Debbie hugged Natasha to stop her falling and when Barrie felt her breasts pushing hard through the thin fabric of her bra, against Natasha’s back, he was in heaven. He leant Natasha’s head back and whispered between groans. ‘It’s no good Debs. I can’t resist – it’s all too much. Can you help me?’
Debbie wasn’t sure if Natasha wanted her to make Davina stop or let her continue, but when Barrie took hold of her hands and moved them onto Natasha's breasts, she assumed the latter.
CHAPTER TEN.
Sally Barnard burst into the Travel Plan Board Room, making profuse apologies to John Toddleigh for her late arrival. She was, in fact, as planned, on time to the very second. Breathlessly she explained about last minute decisions which had to be made on changes to their Spring Brochure. Full of self importance she exuded an air of industry. She knew, even if those around the table had yet to be convinced, that Travel Plan could not operate without her. She fussed over setting her laptop very precisely on the table, before flicking her hair back from both ears and looking expectantly at the chairman. It was a look which implied she was ready and the meeting could commence.