did not create enough friction for him to ejaculate. She kissed him on the lips and moved down the bed covering his body with kisses. He closed his eyes; was she going to give him a blowjob? He waiting in eager anticipation, but she stopped short and he felt her hands gently begin to massage. He opened his eyes to look down towards his towering erection which she was lovingly working on. As juices began to flow from the tip, she delicately used a finger to spread them, lubricating down and around the head. Her slow methodical strokes were driving him crazy but he did not want to come. He told her he wanted to wait until he could make love to her properly. She shook her head, smiled her lovely smile and lightly pressed with her long fingernails as she continued the long slow strokes. He almost screamed at the moment of ejaculation. She held his penis in both hands, fascinated by the lengthy spurts.
‘I bet there’s plenty more where that came from.’ She giggled like a naughty schoolgirl and scrambled up the bed to plant a kiss on his cheek.
‘Would you like me to do it again?’
‘I would rather make love to you properly.’
‘I would rather you did too, but…well, I mean… we’re going to have to proceed very carefully. Just how big is it?
She giggled again, rolled lightly off the bed, plucking a handful of tissues from a box on her bedside table with one hand and picking up a tape measure from the dressing table with the other.
‘I think we ought to measure it, don’t you?’
He looked down at his shrinking member as she jumped back on the bed.
‘I’m not sure this is a good time.’
She knelt over him, patted his penis dry with a tissue and crooked a finger under the shrunken head. It began to move in the right direction. It never took much for him to achieve an erection.
‘Good boy!’ She placed both hands around the base of his penis and waggled it from side to side. ‘Would it be stiff if I wanted you to make love to me?’
The thought sent more blood to his penis and she went to work with the tape measure, putting her thumb nail on the mark.
‘It‘s there already – and still growing.’
‘It should a couple of inches more than that.’ He knew it sounded peevish, but he was very proud of those extra inches.
‘You have measured it before then?’ She giggled, gave it another couple of waggles and measured again.
‘We only deal in metric at DebTash, but you are right, it’s still growing.’ She caressed the head and waited patiently, not wishing to disappoint him.
‘Yes, here we are – is that it?’ She held the tape so he could see her thumb nail on the mark.
He grunted his approval. ‘Yup, that’s about the size of it. Now, can we make love?’
She shook her head.
‘As much as I want to, we must wait.’
And wait she did. He tried every trick in the book to breakdown her resistance, but nothing worked and they never made love in the true physical sense until they married in the April. Natasha was not one to change her mind, when she said no – she meant no, but now he was in her body, he intended to say yes – mean yes – and say it as often as possible.
CHAPTER SIX.
Natasha found the BMW easier to drive than she had imagined. The next hurdle was to convince Barrie’s colleagues at Travel Plan that nothing untoward had happened. It would surely never occur to them that she was in his body, but, unless she was careful, they might think he was no longer up to the job. It had all seemed fairly straight forward discussing it over breakfast, but now she was weighed down by all the negatives. There was so much she did not know, so much she would never know. She was stupid to think she could carry this off without making some dreadful mistake. Barrie was definitely going to have an easier time of it. He knew Debbie quite well and as she had never met the buyer from Naughty but Nice, he would be in the same position as her in that respect. The only danger as far as she could see, would be if he hammed up the modelling to the point where it was obviously out of character. But even then, what would Debbie think? The idea of Barrie being in her body would never occur. She might think she was acting silly, which she had to admit she did at times, so there would be no real harm done. Whereas for her, taking Barrie’s place in a board meeting, was fraught with danger; the repercussions for Barrie could be catastrophic. At least she knew who the directors were, but there must be dozens of people in Travel Plan who Barrie would normally pass the time of day with, but she did not have a clue. If only she had asked more questions.
Approaching Hamsworth Tower in a stream of slow moving traffic, other problems surfaced. Where did he park? Which entrance into the building did he use? Where was his office? She knew it was on the top floor, but having been there only the once, she doubted she would remember which direction to go from the lift. There were so many things she should have quizzed Barrie on, but it was too late, unless she could speak to him on her mobile phone.
As she turned into the car park a security guard stepped in front of the car, signalling her to stop. As he walked round to the drivers’ door she fumbled for the right button to lower the window. Should she know him? She gave him one of Barrie’s a broad smiles as the window slid silently down.
‘Lovely morning.’
He returned the smile. ‘It is that, Mr Billingsgate. Mr Lummox has asked me to shuffle the parking spaces around for the board meeting. If you could park in the first visitors’ spot, Sir Ken will use your space’.
‘No problem.’ Natasha nodded and smiled, but where was the first visitors’ spot? To her immense relief the security guard pointed and stopped the flow of cars pouring into the car park to allow her to turn right into the appropriate space. As she opened the door he called out.
‘Don’t forget your window, Mr Billingsgate.’
Natasha nodded and waved her thanks. She turned the ignition back on, closed the window and double checked everything before getting out of the car and taking Barrie's’ black leather laptop case from the back seat. She paused to take her bearings. A snake of office workers headed towards the back entrance of Hamsworth Tower, but as Travel Plan occupied only four of the fifteen floors, the majority of them would not work for Travel Plan. It would be best to keep Barrie’s head down and avoid eye contact with anyone. She got back into the car and searched for something to read. The glove compartment offered several options and she chose the SatNav instruction guide, on the basis that she would like to know how it worked anyway. After locking the car, she sidled over to join the throng, pretending to be engrossed in the guide.
‘Good morning Barrie.’
She turned to see Penny Betts striding towards her. She had met Penny, a tall leggy redhead several times. She and Barrie had been an item, but their relationship had ended well before she came on the scene. Penny was PA to Duggie Lummox. She often joked about her time with Barrie in a way which never made her seem a threat. They remained good friends and she often gave him little titbits of information to help him stay ahead of ‘the game‘, as he referred to the office politics at Travel Plan. She couldn’t remember if he referred to her as Penny or Pen. She decided to be non-committal.
‘Hi, lovely morning.’
Penny caught up with the person she thought was her ex-lover, fell into step and gently squeezed his elbow. Natasha wanted to pull away, but that would be a bad idea. Penny leant her head on Barrie’s shoulder and whispered in his ear.
‘It would be a lovely morning – if only I’d had a half decent shag last night. Come on, if we move fast we can get the lift to ourselves.’
She took hold of Barrie’s hand and led Natasha through the entrance, towards the lifts. People were crowding into those that were open, or queuing by closed doors waiting for others to return. The express lift, which only served the fifteenth floor was open and empty. Penny hit the button as she dragged Barrie in. The doors closed, the lift started and so did Penny. She put her hand bag down on the floor with one hand, whilst the other moved directly
