Dudley Wink carried the letters from the Post Office Sorting Centre to his van. When he started sorting for his round over an hour before, he decided that he would change the delivery order the following Monday. That would give him chance to warn people he regularly spoke to on his round and blame management for the change. The main reason though, was that the only opportunity he would have to meet up with the delicious Natasha Billingsgate, on the new timings, would be late on Saturday mornings. The chance of finding her in a state of undress by then would be virtually nil, and, he could hardly hold the letter back until then. He pulled it out from under the dashboard and ran a finger lightly over the dried semen on the back of the envelope; it excited him to think that she would touch it. He would apologise for the state of the letter when he handed it over, but she would never in a million years guess what the yellowing stain was. Once he had seen her run her delicate fingers over it to open the envelope, the memory would be with him every time he watched the naked images of her, which he now had on disk. When he tired of Lucinda Lovebrace, he would come back to the delicious Natasha; the image of her standing naked by the window, began to playback in his mind. He deliberately switched it off. He had to be on his way if he was to avoid the traffic build-up for the shift changed at Meltcon.
It was 5.40am as he drove out from the Sorting Office, but even then he had to wait for half a dozen cars on their way to the chocolate factory before he could turn right onto Dunedin Way. What a way to earn a living! He couldn’t do it; stuck on a production line in a factory for eight hours at a time would drive him nuts. He whistled happily to himself as he drove past Hamsworth Tower and out through the estate gates towards the bypass. As the van hummed along in top gear, the image of the gorgeous Natasha Billingsgate, posing naked by the window played in his mind again. She was naked by her bedroom window, eagerly awaiting his arrival.
The Meltcon line was running hot. Simon Niggard insisted on the highest possible speed, even though the production target for the shift had been achieved almost one hour ago… With twenty minutes to go before the hand over at 6am, Peter Bunford was in the production office, arguing the case for stopping the line to investigate. He knew where the problem was and could have the casing off in a few minutes and if he couldn’t put things right there and then, at least they would know which parts were required. Simon Niggard refused, as Peter knew he would. He was tempted to walk out. The offer from Duggie Lummox, as he gave Barrie Billingsgate advice on how to deal with his injury, was exceptional and they clinched the deal on the spot. Whether Hamsworth Rugby Club would be able to able to afford a coach without Duggie’s backing was a mute point, but he enjoyed coaching and knew he could make a difference. In the end, he decided to say nothing and hand in his notice directly to Human Resources. He gave Simon Niggard a look which he hoped conveyed the contempt he felt for him and walked away. Meltcon, being Meltcon would insist on him working his notice, which was okay, it would give him chance to explain the situation to Lydia, the only person he would miss in the frenetic world of Meltcon.
Barrie stirred as the early morning sun played on the bedroom curtains. A quick exploration ascertained that he was still in Natasha’s body; he turned to check she was still in his. His body was there and he slid her hand over to find his ‘old boy’ erect and raring to go – as usual. He thought of Penny and how she always took care of her own foreplay. Perhaps he should do the same? He withdrew the hand, slid it down over her smooth belly and let Natasha’s fingers do their wonderful work. It seemed so automatic that he wondered how often she masturbated and if she had a vibrator hidden somewhere. He would look at the back of her knicker-drawer that would be the obvious place. Debbie must have one, her being a lesbian and all; probably got a whole cupboard full. Perhaps he should ask to borrow one, given what they had experienced together yesterday, she would hardly be surprised. It would be better than buying on the internet and having that pervert of a postman open the package. He suddenly remembered the pill which probably had something to do with pillock, which was what he thought of Dudley Wink. He looked over his body to Natasha's bedside table. Strange how they had changed bodies but Natasha in particular wanted to sleep on the same side of the bed. Her vagina was quite wet now and if he carried on much longer they might have an orgasm. Hey, that was good. They! Her body and fingers and his mind – what a team! He stealthily knelt over his own body. Natasha stirred as he used her delicate hands to haul his ‘old boy’ up to the right angle. Bull's eye! He was getting good at this female sex business.
‘For heaven’s sake, give me chance to wake up Barrie. What do you think you’re doing?’
Barrie eased down onto his erect penis.
‘I was leaning across to take your pill when it just slipped in.’
‘And you expect me to believe that?’
‘Okay. I’m just making sure you won’t want to shag Sam today.’
‘How thoughtful of you, nothing to do with wanting as much sex as you can get whilst in my body then?’ Her face smiled back at her; it had that wanton look again, a look she was sure it never had when she was in control.
Barrie adjusted the angle of attack. ‘To be perfectly honest, I’m acting out a fantasy.’ He lifted her pelvis until only the very tip of his ‘old boy’ was inside her, then he started to ride it in a long slow rotating motion. ‘This is what I imagine Tash, you waking in a sexual feeding frenzy and teasing yourself like this.’ He lifted to the top of the arc. ‘You squeeze the tip of my ‘old boy with the muscular walls of your marvellous cunt, then you…’
She interrupted him. ‘Please don’t use that language Barrie. I never use that word and I certainly don’t want to hear it coming out of my mouth.’
Her face smiled sweetly down at her. ‘Okay, point taken. So you squeeze the tip of my ‘old boy’ with the muscular walls of your marvellous pussy, then you slide down to derive maximum pleasure. You tease yourself like this for six or seven minutes.’ Natasha responded with a grunt and Barrie was delighted to feel his body bucking for maximum entry. He carried on with the tease for as long as physically possible before grinding down and frantically fulfilling the rest of his fantasy.
Dudley Wink drove along the narrow twisting lane towards Lippinston. He made deliveries to the houses on the left on the way in and those on the right on his way back to Hamsworth, where he completed the bulk of his round. He had tried to work out a way of making the early delivery to Laburnham Court, then going on to Lippinston to catch Natasha Billingsgate before she set off for work – and more importantly – before she had dressed. Trouble was, the doubling back would put too many miles on his round and management would soon put a stop to that. Shame, but there it was. He could always swap back later if he did not get what he anticipated from Nymphie Nita. He corrected himself, speaking out loud to emphasise the point. ‘No more Nymphie Nita, you must refer to her as Mrs Lovebrace or Lucinda Lovebrace. No more Nymphie Nita. Remember, no more Nymphie Nita.’ The image of Lucinda Lovebrace legs apart thrusting her sex towards him was replaced in his mind by Natasha Billingsgate. Making all the other deliveries around the village, apart from Church farm, usually saw him arrive outside Holly Tree Cottage at 7am, the perfect time to find the gorgeous Natasha in a state of undress.
Natasha lay in bed and smiled to herself. Perhaps Barrie was getting the message, He had certainly taken things slowly – well, up until the last frantic moments, but she was able to hold Barrie’s body back and they came at the same time, very satisfying. Even better, Barrie was in her body, down in the kitchen making coffee.
The kettle was boiling, but the last thing on Barrie’s mind was coffee, he was wondering if his ‘old boy’ could rise to the occasion yet again. What if, when Natasha brought his body into the kitchen, she was confronted with her own half naked body sprawled across the kitchen table in a pose similar to the one Penny would have adopted the previous afternoon? He moved plates and cups laid ready for breakfast, onto the nearest worktop. Now, what was the best way to go about this? Natasha’s gorgeous body was wrapped in a white towelling robe, which although practical, was hardly likely to get blood flowing back to his penis, even if he hitched it above her waist. He went into the utility room. Some of her blouses were waiting to be ironed. He chose an apricot coloured one; almost see through; that should do the trick. He shrugged off the robe and put it on; not much point in doing the buttons up. He would work out how to replicate the way Penny sprawled across Duggie’s desk, and then call her down.
Dudley Wink switched off the engine and let the post van coast the last few yards to Holly Tree Cottage. There were several letters and the usual bits of junk mail to deliver, but nothing to be signed for. Not to worry though, he would knock on the door to apologise for the late delivery of the letter he wanted to see her open. Taking great care not to bang the van door or the gate, he crept stealthily along the garden path. At the back door, he pretended to sort through the letters, leaning ever so slightly and slowly to the right, hoping to catch a glimpse of the gorgeous Mrs Billingsgate through the kitchen window – hopefully in some state of undress. On this morning he hit the jackpot! She was sprawled, almost naked across the kitchen table, with her lovely legs spread like a young colt and that part of her anatomy which interested him most, in full view. When she took her right hand off the table and ran it down over her shapely bottom, as if checking to see if her pussy was exposed, he got an immediate erection. He swayed slowly back to peep though the honeysuckle framing the back porch. Transferring the bundle of letters to his left hand he used the right to take a mobile phone from his shirt pocket. Congratulating himself for recently upgrading to a model which took high quality pictures with a zoom facility, he expertly switched to ‘movie’ and zoomed in on his unsuspecting subject, licking his lips as he studied the enhanced image of her pussy in the view finder and framed it to his complete satisfaction. Delightful, absolutely delightful. His finger was easing down on the record button when Natasha Billingsgate suddenly stood up and turned towards him. He froze as she walked over towards the window, her flimsy blouse was unbuttoned and barely reaching her navel. He salivated as the action of lifting the kettle to pour boiling water into two mugs, made her wonderful breasts swing gently to and fro. She hadn’t seen him, had she? She leant over the sink towards the window, but to his relief it was only to check the buds on a potted miniature rose. He studied every movement as she poured milk into the coffee and stirred both cups, logging them into his mind. Later, he would be able to replay the way her swaying nipples made patterns on the see-through blouse, but why rely on his mind? He pressed the record button and a few precious seconds were recorded before she turned and walked across the kitchen towards the back door. If he rang the bell, would she open the door without thinking? He moved and his finger hovered over the bell, then he heard her call.
‘Come on Tash, coffee’s ready!’
Tash, surely she was Tash? Unless it was something to do with his moustache? He pulled his finger away from the bell; didn’t want the husband coming to the door. He placed the letters on the porch mat and moved back to his original position behind the honeysuckle. mobile phone at the ready. She was sprawled over the kitchen table again, so he quickly re-focussed and pressed the record button. He heard someone coming down the stairs, then her husband's voice.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’
‘You admitted Penny turned you on. Thought you might like to be reminded.’
Dudley couldn’t see Barrie Billingsgate, but he had obviously arrived in the kitchen
‘It’s impossible, even your thing can’t recover that quickly.’
‘I wouldn’t bet on it.’
Dudley watched in delight as her right hand went down between her legs and those long delicate fingers reached through to caress her pussy. Surely no man would be able to resist?
‘I’m looking after my own foreplay like Penny. Come on; give me a good seeing to.’
‘I thought I did that a few minutes ago.’
‘No, I gave you a good seeing to and that was fifteen minutes ago.’
Dudley was a little confused by the conversation but wouldn’t think much about it until later, for the moment he was trying to concentrate with one eye on the screen and the other looking for Barrie Billingsgate. To make life easier, he zoomed out to full frame, and Barrie Billingsgate walked into shot. He was wearing a dark green dressing gown, with a bulge which indicated that his wife’s antics were having the desired effect.
‘Come on Tash, before the coffee gets cold.’
‘If I give you the sort of seeing to you normally give me, it’ll still be piping hot.’
‘I don’t mind a quickie and I like my coffee hot – remember?’ Barrie shuffled Natasha’s legs closer together and pushed her belly flat on the table to raise her rear which he waggled seductively. Natasha knew she could not fight Barrie’s burgeoning erection, nor did she want to. What was happening to her? Was she becoming as mad about sex as him? She undid the dressing gown, threw it off and guided his penis into her own welcoming vagina. She had to do it; she wanted to do it, yet at the same time felt betrayed by Barrie and her own body. Barrie was always extremely careful when they adopted a position which could afford deep penetration, but she was feeling cross. She wanted Barrie to feel the pain.
‘Do you want every last fraction of a centimetre, like Penny?’
Dudley Wink touched his own penis when he saw the size of Barrie Billingsgate’s. A feeling of inadequacy washed over him as he watched the large member enter the beautiful pussy and winced as it was pushed right in making Natasha Billingsgate gasp and grip the edge of the table. He had to save her. He reached for the door bell, but stopped when he heard her begging for more.
‘Come on! All of it! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!’
She was pushing back against him, one moment with her face pressed against the table, the next looking round, shouting and urging him on. Her face was a picture of wanton lust and triumph as they both reached a noisy climax. Then as he withdrew, she turned, grabbed him by the testicles and proceeded to lick the head of his enormous penis. Dudley Wink was fast going off Natasha Billingsgate, but that would not stop him downloading the movie clip onto his computer for full screen viewing.