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.
John Toddleigh took no notice and went back to his interrupted conversation with Phillip Stammers, the company secretary. They were chatting about buying property in France and where the next hotspot might be. Sally Barnard looked at her watch. It was an extravagant gesture which again, John Toddleigh chose to ignore. Good for him, thought Natasha.
There were other pockets of conversation taking place around the table. Duggie Lummox, who was sitting on John Toddleigh’s right, was talking rugby to Sir Ken Allerby, on his right. Lady Sophie Macdonald opposite was in a four way conversation with Natasha on her left, Pauline Sykes, the human resources director on Natasha’s left and Basil Main, finance director, diagonally opposite. The conversation flowed easily and fortunately for Natasha, they were not talking about work, but gardening, of which she was the expert in their household. Sophie McDonald was very impressed with Barrie’s knowledge on the subject.
‘I never realised you were such a keen gardener Barrie, you must visit one weekend and advise me on pruning my roses back for the winter.’
Basil Main laughed. ‘Doubt Barrie knows a rose from a wallflower. I wouldn’t let him loose in your beautiful garden if I was you Sophie.’ He turned to Barrie with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Since when did you become interested in gardening, young Barrie? I know you rugby types are good at digging-up perfectly good lawns with your boots, but surely you’re not into tending delicate little flowers?’
Natasha was not sure if Basil was taking a sly dig at the attention Barrie paid to the ladies, or the attention Sophie was paying to the person she thought was Barrie, it must be as plain to him, as it was to her, that Sophie was flirting. She told the truth. ‘Natasha’s the gardener in our household; I just do as I’m told.’ Basil chuckled and dismissed the suggestion with a wave of his hand.
Natasha looked across the table to Sally Barnard, who was on Basil’s left. She was gazing intently at John Toddleigh, doing her best to avoid Barrie. Natasha wished her a good morning and without looking, she wished Barrie one, which was definitely not the case.
John Toddleigh and Phil Stammers finally agreed that the place to buy in France had to be south of Bordeaux, on the Atlantic coast.
