Julie enjoyed driving the Mercedes; it hummed along beautifully. She felt as one with the elements with the wind tugging at her headscarf; reluctant to make the stop as suggested by Lucy, she parked the car close to the restaurant entrance at the motorway service station. It was not overly busy and to her immense relief, the floor in the toilet cubicle was clean and dry. Lucy’s instructions necessitated the removal of her panties which meant standing barefoot or trying to balance on one shoe clad foot at time. She took her cord jeans off and hung them on the hook behind the door. Slipped off her panties, put them in her handbag and searched for the roll of surgical tape. Lucy had told her what to do as they lay entwined following her second orgasm. Of course, the keys to the Mercedes were not in her vagina, but it had been fun trying to find them and Lucy enjoyed it; of that there was no doubt. She dried herself carefully before tearing a strip of tape from the roll; as instructed, she pulled back the labia on one side of her vagina and taped it to her thigh. She tore two more strips to make sure it was securely fastened before turning her attention to the other side, making doubly sure that her clitoris was completely exposed. Then she carefully pulled the cord jeans back on. They were the tight, crotch huggers she had worn the previous day, which Lucy had declared perfect for the job. As soon as she zipped up the fly and the rough seam nestled between her parted labia she realised why. She flushed the toilet, picked up her bag, unlocked the door and walked over to the hand basins. The awareness of her sex in just those few paces made her wonder how she could possibly make it back to the car without collapsing in a quivering heap. She walked slowly; stopping to read restaurant menus; anything to ease the pressure on her clitoris which was unbearably divine. To walk any faster courted the likelihood of an orgasm. Three days ago she would never had such fears, but now, thanks to Lucy, they were becoming a common occurrence. She stopped to read the headlines on a rotary newspaper stand and as she turned the stand she became aware of a pair of the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen looking at her from the other side. They twinkled from under a fluffy fringe of dark hair and over a pale delicate hand resting on her nose, covering most of her face. The left corner of her mouth, which was just visible, twitched into a smile as Julie returned her gaze. They looked deeply into each others eyes for what seemed an eternity. The brunette broke the silence in a light giggly, girlish voice. ‘I had that trouble when I tried mine for the first time.’ Julie returned her smile and couldn’t help but reach up and let her fingers rest lightly on a pale skinned, lightly muscled shoulder. ‘What did you try?’ The brunette stroked Julie’s arm. ‘My love eggs. They were unbearable at first, but now I wear them all the time. It’s worth persevering.’ Julie’s eyes automatically looked down towards her crotch, before travelling slowly back to her beautiful face. The brunette was wearing skimpy black shorts and a dark green off the shoulder blouse, which accentuated the paleness of her beautifully formed limbs. She was quite petite, and younger, probably in her late twenties early thirties. Julie inhaled deeply, savouring the natural aroma of her body which combined beautifully with the light scent she wore. The brunette moved her left hand away from her face, placed it on Julie’s other arm and gave Julie the most wonderful, warm smile. ‘You may not have put them in right. Would you like me to check for you?’ Julie felt excited at the prospect and no feeling of guilt as far as Lucy was concerned. By the time she had retraced her steps to the entrance of the ladies toilet, supported by the heavenly Suzy, her vagina was on fire and her legs like jelly. Without a word, Suzy led her to a cubicle for the disabled, pushed the door open and followed her in, supporting Julie by the elbow with one hand and using the other to slide the bolt across. She immediately moved close to Julie. She was five or six inches shorter. She tilted her head and parted cherry red lips as she found Julie’s mouth and they kissed. It was an incredible kiss, light, yet passionate. Julie groaned as she felt Suzy’s small firm breasts press against hers. Then she felt her fingers unfasten the waist button on her trousers and search for the zip. She used her own thumbs to help ease the cords over her bottom. As they dropped to her ankles she felt Suzy’s warm breath on her sex. Legs quivering she lowered herself onto the edge of the toilet seat. Suzy knelt down between her legs and smiled enquiringly up at her. Julie smiled back and whispered that she would explain later and stroked her hair. Suzy’s deep blue eyes twinkled before her head bobbed down and the tip of her tongue touched Julie’s clitoris. The touch was as light and gentle as her kiss, soothing after the harsh rubbing from the rough seam. With her clitoris so aroused Julie suspected it would be quick, but even so it took her by surprise and she shuddered into a delightful orgasm. Fortunately she had the presence of mind to place a hand over her mouth to smother a squeal of pleasure. Suzy must have known that she had come, but continued to kiss, lick, suck and nuzzle and Julie was more than happy to let her, she knew she was going to come again. That they would switch places was an unspoken certainty, but following closely on another glorious climax there was a noisy influx of coach passengers. Suzy took charge of the situation brilliantly.
‘Now, are you sure you’re alright?’ she said in loud voice, carefully peeling the surgical tape away. ‘We’ll take these off – have you got anything else?’ Julie pointed to her bag. Suzy found her panties, grinned impishly before holding them to her nose, and then passed them to Julie, who slipped them on. Suzy made a big show of supporting Julie as they exited the cubicle and pushed through a mob of chattering Women’s Institute members.
Julie was fast approaching Hamsworth. The joy of driving was beginning to evaporate, but the pleasure of spending most of the afternoon with Suzy was still with her. They had left the motorway service station in convoy, taking the first exit to find a suitable place for a picnic. The sandwiches she had prepared for the trip taking second place to the unfinished business. It was so sudden, but she was deeply in love with Suzy. She loved the way she looked, loved the way she tasted, loved everything about her. They had exchanged mobile phone numbers and vowed to meet again. The question of partners cropped up. Suzy recently divorced and although Julie admitted she was about to separate from her husband, the only mention she made of Lucy was as a business partner. Suzy was impressed with the Mercedes and Julie could not help but give the impression it was her company car. She found it difficult to dismiss from her mind, the image of a half naked Suzy, frolicking in the grass, as she rehearsed what she was going to say to Peter. There had been the thought that she would delay telling him until she saw how things worked out with Lucy, but he deserved more. He was a good man and by denying her true sexuality for all those years she had deprived him of a decent marriage. Whatever that was? No, the least she could do was be honest and open with him; he could stay in the house for the time being, it was almost paid for and they could sell and split the proceeds later. She had that ProClean cheque, so if things didn’t work out with Lucy it would make a healthy deposit on a place of her own. Having met Suzy she was having second thoughts about Lucy anyway; why would she give her half of everything? The more she thought about it the more it seemed no more than a ploy to suck her into her sordid world. Then she began to feel guilty about Suzy. God, she didn’t know what to think! So much had happened in such a short time. Lucy needed her. She was desperate to achieve her best ever orgasm, so she would give it to her tonight, then review the situation.
She arrived outside their house, not being able to recall the last twenty minutes of the journey. She parked the Merc in the position it had left almost seven hours previously, took a very deep breath and got out to confront Peter.
When Natasha arrived at DebTash, she found Debbie and Barrie waiting with champagne chilling in a stainless steel ice bucket and crystal flutes set out on a tray on the coffee table. The cut surfaces in the flutes sparkled under the ceiling spotlight. Other areas in the room were bathed in soft pools of light.
Debbie saw the person she thought was Barrie, look at the drawn curtains; she coughed, nervously. ‘We thought you might like to see the room as it was when we presented our collection to Davina.’
Barrie pushed her thigh seductively between his as he pouted her lips to place a light kiss on his own cheek. ‘If you’re a good boy, we’ll even model them for you.’ He used her girlish giggle to good effect as he skipped her body across the room to stand next to Debbie. Debbie flushed as she continued with the rehearsed seduction. ‘Not that I modelled anything for Davina, Tash did it all, she was fantastic. I’m convinced that’s why she gave us such large orders. Shall we open the champagne to celebrate?’
Natasha placed Barrie’s large hand on the side of the ice bucket. ‘It’s chilling nicely, so why not leave it until you’ve heard what Duggie had to say?’ She proceeded to relate the outcome of her meeting – Barrie’s meeting – with Duggie that afternoon. He thought they had won themselves a marvellous business opportunity, but, if Naughty but Nice decided to extend their credit beyond 28 days it could cause a problem and if they extended it to 54 days, it would spell disaster. Debbie admitted that the cost of materials alone, far exceeded what they had in the bank. Natasha was tempted to let them sweat, but it was not in her nature to be mean. She told them Duggie suggested they negotiate an overdraft with the Bank to cover upfront costs. He thought confirmed proof of the orders should be enough, but if there was a problem, he would personally guarantee the overdraft.
Debbie was immediately suspicious. ‘But why would he do that? Is he after a share of our business?’
Forgetting for the moment that he was Natasha, Barrie leapt to Duggie’s defence.
‘Duggie’s not like that. I’ve known him for years; he’s a really good sort. If he likes you he’ll help you out, no strings, he‘ll…’ Realising he was speaking out of character he stopped mid-sentence. Natasha quickly stepped in. ‘I’ve often told Tash about Duggie’s generosity. He won’t want any part of your business; he’s doing it because he’s known me for a long time and admires Tash for building a successful business with you. He thought you could ask Davina for an upfront payment, but reckons if she is anything of a business woman, she will squeeze you for a discount which could be much more than you would expect to pay if you use a reputable factoring company.’
‘How does that work?’ Debbie was smiling again. Natasha knew her well enough to know she had been worried.
‘Your Bank has its own Factoring Division, so with DebTash’s track record and Duggie as guarantor for your overdraft, you should get a very good deal. In effect, what happens is you sell your invoices to them; they pay the full value, less a percentage, into your account and eventually collect the full sum from Naughty but Nice. It might cost you anything up to ten percent, but you immediately have the funds to pay your bills and keep everyone happy.’
‘Sounds wonderful; even at ten percent, we would still make a shed load of money. Come on – let’s celebrate.’ Debbie expertly opened the champagne.
The slim champagne flute looked out of place in Barrie’s huge hand. They drank a toast to the success of DebTash before sitting down. Natasha sipped at the champagne, but Barrie and Debbie gulped it down and soon emptied the bottle. Debbie giggled and disappeared into the kitchen to get another and at the same time, Barrie muttered some excuse about having to fetch something. Natasha watched suspiciously as he skipped her body lightly up the stairs; he was up to something. Natasha was beginning to feel annoyed. DebTash was a partnership between Debbie and her, not Barrie, but there he was in her body sharing the success with Debbie. There was something else niggling away at her; the relationship had changed, they had always been good friends, but now they giggled and touched each other, as if sharing a special secret. Also, Debbie was quite animated and glowing when she described how Natasha had modelled the various items of underwear, and, was it her imagination, or did she keep taking a sly look at the front of Barrie’s trousers? She took several sips of champagne. It was rather good and helped her calm down, she really should be pleased; the order was fantastic news for their business. As she took another sip music began to play, it sounded vaguely familiar but she couldn’t put a name to it. It was a slow, sensual blues number. The lighting changed to reflect the mood and focus her attention on the stairs. In tantalising slow motion, her legs appeared and Natasha felt Barrie’s penis stir, as the hem of the cream silk chemise, brushed gently across the top of her thighs. Within seconds it was straining against his underpants. Why should it react like this? they were her own legs for heaven‘s sake! As the rest of her body came into view and her breasts swayed under the thin silk, she had to put a hand down to release Barrie’s burgeoning erection so it could unfurl crossways and reach its natural length, somewhere near his right hip. As he was sitting, she hoped the considerable bulge, would not be evident. Unseen in the shadows, Debbie was watching and found it difficult to hide her mounting excitement as she started her commentary.
‘This is our Natasha Chemise. We can make it in cream or black silk and as Natasha gets closer, you will notice the simple red rose motif between the cleavage.’ Barrie exaggerated Natasha’s shoulder movement, swinging her breasts seductively from side to side as he walked towards his own body. He stopped and bent forward from the waist to give Natasha a glimpse of her own cleavage. He placed her slim fingers under the rose motif, before speaking in a husky, sexy voice, which Natasha had difficulty in recognising as her own.
‘Davina placed two fingers behind the rose and rubbed her thumb lightly over it. Her fingers slid down between my cleavage, then her index finger moved across my right breast in a soft caress.’ Barrie cupped Natasha’s breasts before slowly running her hands down over waist and hips, drawing attention to the way the smooth silk clung to her body.
Debbie picked-up on her commentary. ‘Davina found the chemise smoulderingly sexy. She ran her hands down over the smooth silk until they reached the hem, then pretending to check the length, she repeatedly brush her knuckles against Natasha’s vagina.’ Barrie moved Natasha’s right hand to the centre of the hem and pretending to tug it down; hinged her knuckles inwards, as described by Debbie.
Restricted by underpants and trousers, Barrie’s erection was causing Natasha some discomfort. She put his hand down to ease the situation.
‘What are you trying to do Tash?’
Barrie fluttered her eyelashes and smiled back at her. ‘Just trying to show you what Davina got up to. Anyway, next I made a quick change into Debbie’s slip, which is made from sexy black silk. But, I think it looks just as well, if not better on Debs, don’t you?’
Debbie moved out of the shadows and gyrated towards them in the black slip. She was carrying a fresh bottle of champagne which she hugged to her breasts. The previous bottle had worked wonders for her confidence and she smiled broadly at the person she thought was Barrie as she placed the new bottle in the ice bucket and did a twirl in front of him. She stopped in profile and Natasha could immediately see the effect the cold bottle had on her nipples. They were large, erect and pushing hard against the fine silk. Barrie stepped behind her, placed Natasha’s beautiful hands lightly on her shoulders and turned her to face the object of their seduction.
‘The Debbie slip is made from the finest black silk trimmed with soft black chiffon.’ The slim hands moved down Debbie’s bare shoulders and around to finger the chiffon trim along the top of the slip before sliding down and cupping her breasts. ‘Don’t you think her nipples look magnificent through this fine silk?’
Natasha groaned and put both hands in Barrie's lap to cover the enormous bulge. ‘What are you trying to do to me Tash?’ Her serious, innocent face looked back at her. ‘Why darling, can’t you see, we’re trying to seduce you?’
As if to reinforce their intentions, Debbie bent forward to take the bottle from the ice bucket providing a view down her cleavage which ended in mysterious shadowy depths beyond her navel. She pressed the damp, frosted bottle on each nipple in turn, leaving a damp patch of silk which clung to them, enhancing their size and the wonderful swelling of her breasts. She popped the cork and replenished the glasses before speaking. ‘We thought it would be nice to celebrate by having a threesome. It was Natasha’s idea – but I’m up for it.’
Natasha’s thoughts stuttered from Barrie’s lips. ‘But, but, but, I thought you had no interest in men?’ Debbie sipped her champagne and smiled. ‘Let’s just say that Natasha’s description of your manhood makes me curious.’ Barrie moved her body next to Debbie and linked arms. ‘You’ve often spoken about a threesome darling and this is one I wouldn’t mind, after all, it is keeping it in the family – so to speak.’
Natasha was furious, she felt betrayed. Not so much by Barrie, she knew very well what he was like, but by her good friend and business partner. What did Debbie think she was up to? She swigged her champagne down in one go. A smiling Debbie topped it up as Barrie knelt her body down next to his and ran her hand up the inside of his leg.
‘Come on Barrie, what do you say?’ The hand was stroking Barrie’s testicles and his penis was so hard it hurt – an uncomfortable pain she was having to become accustomed to. She looked at Debbie who was dreamily running her tongue to and fro along her upper lip; definitely up for it, but only, because she was being manipulated by Barrie. How could she possibly guess that he was in her body? She considered blurting out the truth, but what would Debbie think? Probably that she (Barrie) was stark raving bonkers. Her thoughts turned to Sam and the proposition she had put to her, perhaps this was an opportunity to ensure she got what she wanted for a change. She took Barrie’s hands from his lap to reveal the full extent of his erection.
‘Okay, I think it’s a wonderful idea; let’s celebrate.’
Debbie put her hands to her cheeks and gasped. Barrie placed Natasha’s hands on his old boy, pushing the fabric down on either side to show its full length and girth to Debbie. He turned Natasha’s face towards her in a triumphant grin. ‘There you are – what did I tell you?’ Debbie stared at it for several seconds, before muttering something about more champagne and scurrying off to the kitchen.
Natasha hoisted Barrie‘s body out of the chair; pulled her own body close and whispered. ‘We’ll have your threesome Barrie, but on one condition.’
Barrie rubbed her stomach against his own penis and laughed. ‘What’s that, nothing kinky?’
‘No – what ever happens – happens. My one condition is that we have the same arrangement with Sam.’
Her own tinkling laugh was cut short. Natasha could tell it was the last thing Barrie was expecting, her blue eyes lost their mischievous sparkle as he looked into his own brown eyes, searching for a sign that would tell him it wasn’t a serious proposition.
‘You mean a threesome with Sam?’
‘Yes, a threesome with Sam.’
‘But Tash, things could get complicated.’
‘You should have thought about that before you started fucking around. Do we have a deal?’
Her head turned from side to side as if seeking a way out. Natasha pulled her body against Barrie‘s aching penis and clutched her buttocks. ‘Say we have a deal.’
Debbie came out from the kitchen with the third bottle of champagne. ‘Hey! You’re not supposed to start without me!’ Natasha gave her one of Barrie’s wide, disarming smiles. ‘Wouldn’t dream of it Debs. Natasha and I have just reached an agreement about something – haven’t we Tash?’
Barrie looked up at his own face and rubbed Natasha‘s stomach against the erection. Her eyes regained that mischievous sparkle as she said in a loud positive voice. ‘Yes, we have a deal.’
Debbie beamed at them. ‘Up to the bedroom – come on – bring the ice bucket and glasses.’
Touch it.’ Barrie’s head was propped up on a pillow. Natasha looked down over his muscled torso to her body kneeling on one side and Debbie on the other. Barrie had taken hold of his penis at the base, with her delicate hands and pushed it vertical. It looked colossal. Debbie seemed mesmerised by the size. Natasha heard her own voice, encouraging – daring. ‘Go on touch it.’ Debbie giggled and gripped it lightly between thumb and forefinger about halfway up the shaft. She moved them up and down, watching the head as the skin tightened giving it the glossy patina of an ancient piece of hardwood. ‘Go on, you can kiss it if you like.’ Debbie moved her head towards it, but drew back and giggled. ‘I often give Barrie a blow job, let me show you.’ Natasha watched her own blonde curls bob down and gasped as her soft mouth enfolded the pulsating head. Then the tip of her tongue flicked against the sensitive underside. She heard Barrie’s groan of pleasure although in her brain it was squeal of delight. Debbie’s head bobbed down to join her own and she felt another tongue slowly lick the full length of the shaft. Soon both blonde heads were bobbing up and down and he couldn’t distinguish which tongue was where and doing what. Eventually it was too much. ‘If you carry on like that I’m going to come and spoil the party.’ Both girls giggled and took one last long lick up the full length of the penis before meeting in a kiss. Barrie opened one eye to look at Natasha as Debbie’s tongue probed into her mouth. Debbie was getting incredibly horny, but was it for Natasha’s body or his own?
Natasha watched them kiss and embrace. She should have felt uneasy about it, but in Barrie’s body she was fancying Debbie like mad. He reached out with Barrie’s huge hands and shared in their embrace. They lay down one on either side. She kissed them in turn before asking the inevitable question. ‘Who wants to be first?’ Debbie looked at the penis which lay across Barrie’s stomach, pointing towards her and giggled. ‘It seems to have chosen me, but I’ve never had a willie as big as that before. Using Natasha’s right hand to haul it upright again, Barrie leapt to the defence of his manhood. ‘You can’t call this a willie.’ Debbie thought Natasha was joking and joined in. ‘How about a prick?’ ‘Pah! You’ll get more than a prick with that, I can tell you.’ They giggled, but Natasha was tiring of their little game. Barrie’s cock was seeking a home. She turned his body towards Debbie, embraced her and rolled back with her on top. Her legs were between Barrie’s, his penis sandwiched between their stomachs. She rubbed herself against it, then. without a word, straddled Barrie’s legs so that she could position the head of his penis against her vagina which was warm and very wet. Natasha was surprised at the ease with which it engulfed the enormous head. Debbie pushed down a little further and began to rock gently. Up to now she had avoided eye contact with Barrie, but now looked directly at him. Natasha watched her pupils enlarge as if going into a trance. She began whimpering softly as Natasha moved Barrie’s hands to gently cup her breasts. As they swayed, her hard nipples brushed against the palms of his hands and the whimpers turned to moans, as she eased further down onto his penis. Then, in a moment of guilt she stopped moving and tried to calm herself. ‘Are you sure this is alright Tash?’ Barrie, who had been stroking Natasha’s clitoris as he watched, moved her body into a kneeling position behind his head on the soft pillow. ‘Of course Debs, I want you to enjoy it.’ He leant over and gave her a kiss. Debbie needed no more encouragement. Barrie moved Natasha’s body down to join her, squatting on his own body so that Natasha’s sex was hard against the base of the penis, picking up on every movement. Natasha was resigned to holding her own waist and watching them kiss. Suddenly, Debbie broke away from the kiss, placed her hands on her shoulders and pounded up and down on Barrie’s penis, squealing with delight. So much, thought Natasha, for worrying it might be too big for her. With one long final downward thrust and a loud, uninhibited scream she came. Natasha was no longer in control of Barrie’s hips which bucked up against Debbie, striving for release. ’Did you come?’ Natasha was about to answer no, when she realised the question was directed to her own body rather than Barrie’s. She heard own voice respond. ‘No Debs, but it was worth it simply to be with you.’ Debbie suddenly lifted herself of Barrie, taking Natasha‘s body with her. Barrie opened her legs and began stroking her sex. Debbie knelt between Natasha’s thighs, bent forward and licked the back of her hand as a prelude to taking over. Natasha felt out of the game. She wanted to put Barrie’s penis where it rightfully belonged, but as she saw Debbie’s beautifully rounded buttocks rise and fall as she bobbed up and down, Natasha couldn’t resist. Debbie’s vagina was open and inviting and as she thrust Barrie’s penis into her she moaned quietly, pushing back against his thighs. She moved his penis slowly, altering the angle by raising up on his knees to hit that most sensitive of spots. Debbie responded by jerking back to increase the tempo. Natasha resisted for as long as she could, but in the end Barrie’s penis took charge. It was on fire and she began to thrust with long savage strokes. She heard her own rising cries as Debbie’s tongue lapped at all the right spots. Pushing Barrie’s hands hard against Debbie’s buttocks she spread her cheeks to thrust further, deeper, harder. Their frantic cries followed close, one upon the other and they collapsed in an exhausted mutual embrace.
After several minutes Debbie extricated herself to open the third bottle of champagne and charge their glasses. The celebration was far from over.