'Ouch! That hurt!'
'Not half as much as you’ve hurt my feelings; tell me, do you always return Penny’s favours on Duggie’s desk?'
'Oh, you did shag her then?'
'No, you shagged her Barrie, I just happened to be in your body at the time.'
'You could have said no.'
'Don’t try that with me! You know I couldn’t say no. Your previous actions boxed me into a corner, so answer my question, do you always return Penny‘s favours on Duggie's desk?'
'Well, no, we…'
'You mean you shag her anytime, anywhere?'
'No, it’s not like that Tash. It’s just that Penny has her needs and I, well, I just help her out from time to time. It’s an old friend's thing. It doesn‘t mean anything. And it doesn’t happen very often.'
'Once is too much! We’re married Barrie, unless you’ve forgotten. Behaving as you are may have been acceptable when you were single, but not now – not with me, if you want to fuck around, you can forget about our marriage!'
Barrie had no intention of pursuing an argument he knew he had no chance of winning. Hell, if Natasha shagged Penny, it was because his ‘old boy’ wouldn’t allow her not to, it was time to play his trump card. He slowly unbuttoned Natasha’s summer dress and reclined her beautiful body on the table. Natasha was mesmerised, as her right hand moved down over bare flesh before delving into the top of the fine lace panties, she felt Barrie’s penis stir and groaned. ‘For heaven’s sake Barrie, can’t you control this thing of yours?’
‘It’s there for you to control not me, does this help?’ He pushed her fingers further down, started a circular massaging action, and smiled with satisfaction as his ‘old boy’ showed an instant response. Natasha covered her embarrassment with the tea cloth. ‘If you think I’m going to shag you on our kitchen table, you’ve got another think coming.’ Barrie watched in dismay as she turned his body away and strode over to the kitchen door, was she storming out of their marriage as threatened? The answer was no, for despite her best intentions she knew Barrie’s penis would win the day and until she had it under control it would be hopeless trying to discuss anything of importance with Barrie. She locked the door, pointed at Barrie, who was still gently moving her fingers, then at the stairs. ‘Up! Go on – up! Let’s get it over with so we can settle down to a sensible discussion.’
Barrie needed no second bidding. He swung Natasha’s gorgeous body off the table and skipped lightly up the stairs.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
'What was it you wanted to talk about? Lucy left the question hanging in the air as she eased a black silk stocking over a shapely knee and smoothed it up her thigh, snapped on the suspenders and stood up. Julie was dressed ready to go, but not wanting to leave, not wanting the most incredible afternoon in her whole life to end, she had stayed to watch. Her legs trembled in anticipation as Lucy walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder.
'We can have a chat tomorrow Julie, something got in the way this afternoon.'
Julie laughed. 'I wonder what that was.' She waited – expecting – hoping. Lucy kissed her lightly on the lips.
'Whatever it was, it was rather wonderful. It’s a shame I can’t get out of my meeting, but we’ll catch up on everything tomorrow.'
'I can’t wait.'
'Neither can I.'
They hugged briefly. Julie paused halfway down the corridor to look over her shoulder, hoping Lucy would be watching, but she had returned to the bedroom. Julie continued on her way to the service lift, already working on what she had to tell Peter. He would be devastated, but now she had found her true sexuality, she had to be true to herself. Her future was with Lucy, which was obviously what she wanted to talk to her about. She pushed the ground floor button in the service lift. At the same time a male gloved finger pressed the penthouse button in the designated lift.
In his basement flat, Charlie Bell, who was having supper with his wife Sandra, heard the service lift start its slow downward journey, he glanced at the lift repeater indicators on the kitchen wall. That was interesting, as Julie was leaving someone else was visiting the Penthouse; he would check the CCTV to see who it was later.
Peter Bunford scraped his plate into the kitchen bin. He’d waited as long as he could before cooking something for himself. Rebecca was in her room, she was going out to have a last supper with friends. He put the plate and cutlery into the dishwasher, then wrote a quick note for Julie on the blackboard over the fridge, to say he had a production meeting to attend before his shift started at ten, she would believe that, Meltcon often called meetings which you were expected to attend, even if it was in your own time. They owned him body and soul, or at least they thought they did. Well, it looked as if he might be able to get off the Meltcon treadmill. Duggie Lummox had been in contact asking him to take on a coaching role at the rugby club? There was nothing new in that, Duggie asked him every year and every year the offer foundered on two points – money and time – with the main stumbling block being time. Working shifts for Meltcon meant he could not be available for at least one third of training sessions and matches and trying to get special dispensation from Meltcon was hopeless. However, this year looked different. Julie was earning good money from her new cleaning business and Duggie had made a very attractive proposition. It was training night at the Rugby Club and he was meeting him there to discuss the offer. He pulled on his leathers, picked up his helmet and shouted a goodbye to Rebecca as he went out through the back door.
At the first turn of the key his Harley Davidson broke into glorious song. A rich baritone, not the falsetto soprano of a Japanese machine. Of course the Harley was no match on performance, but it suited him well. He blipped the throttle, eased the bike out onto the road and chugged off towards Hamsworth
In little more than twelve hours, Natasha had learnt a lot about Barrie‘s sexuality and that the easiest way to calm his rampant penis was to indulge it! This she had just done on her own body, which of course was where it should be indulged, not on some tart at Travel Plan. She had deliberately taken everything slowly, holding back until she saw the tell tale signs which telegraphed that her body was about to go into orgasm. Perhaps it was a result of having sex with Penny only a couple of hours ago, but she seemed to be getting the hang of controlling the thing. Her body lifted up against her, but knowing how sometimes she wished for more, she kept the same slow movement going, – delaying the inevitable – holding back – holding back. Only when she felt her body rising again did she allow deeper, rapid penetration. It was a delivery which left her body writhing with pleasure and she wondered if Barrie would get the message.
Barrie was happy, whatever happened now, he had experienced just about all there was to experience whilst in Natasha’s body, apart from that threesome with Debbie. Chances were they would change back overnight, but perhaps he should sow the seeds – just in case.
‘If we’re as we are tomorrow, don’t you think it would be a good idea to call in at DebTash on your way home? Debbie thinks I want you along to help with the logistics, but of course, I know all that, what I don’t know is how to make anything.’
‘My coming there won’t help that.’
‘No, but if you came and suggested we order the material in bulk, get the outworkers started and spend our time visiting them to check on quality control, or whatever, that would buy us some time.’
‘Or we could tell Debbie exactly what has happened.’
‘Ah, I’m not sure that would be a good idea. She’d never believe us,’ he said, but thought that she may well believe it, having seen her old school friend and business partner act completely out of character with Davina
