E Daymuir - Betwixt Natasha

In the copse, Dudley Wink took only a cursory interest in the fox den. The foxes could wait; he had another, more pressing reason for visiting the copse. He took out his latest camera acquisition, and exchanged the wide-angle lens for a powerful telescopic. This would be the first time he’d used it and he was hoping for great things. He clipped the camera skilfully onto the shoe and carefully positioned the tripod behind a cluster of hazel saplings, at the edge of the copse. He eased the black bodied lens, deliberately chosen to avoid detection, through the leaves. Lurking well back in the shadows, using the LCD monitor as his viewfinder, he panned the camera towards the village, found Holly Tree Cottage and zoomed in tight on the bedroom window. A blurred figure came into view, he pressed the shutter button gently; the camera automatically set the focus and, bingo! Natasha Billingsgate was there in all her naked glory. Taking great care not to disturb the camera he completed the shutter movement with a satisfying click and took more shots in rapid succession in case she moved away, but she was not going anywhere. It was almost as if she knew he was watching and was determined to give him a good show, first, by stretching her right arm high above her head and cupping her left breast in her left hand, then, by standing with legs apart and hands on hips. Please god, don’t give me camera shake. He clicked away and gasped when she turned side on and slid her hand down over her stomach and appeared to start playing with herself. He pushed up slightly on the panning arm and tried to zoom in closer. Tight in on a tight pussy. He chuckled to himself and licked his lips in anticipation. Unfortunately, the zoom was already at its limit. Never mind, with the crisp, high definition image this camera promised, he would be able to zoom in to where he wanted later. Oh no! Disaster! She was turning away from the window. No – wait – she was still in frame – she was walking towards her husband who was on the bed. Had he hit the jackpot, or had he hit the jackpot? He turned the shooting mode dial to ‘Movie’ and awaited developments.

Barrie was getting impatient. He had woken-up in Natasha’s body. Sure he panicked, but who wouldn’t? Then he quickly accepted the situation, but so far he’d given much more than he’d received. He gave a blowjob to end all blowjobs, which Natasha, in his body, obviously enjoyed. Christ, she’d almost pulled his head off when he finished! She would have to learn to control his strength, but where did that leave him? Yeah, okay, he’d gone in for a little female masturbation, but as long as he stayed in this body he could do that at anytime. What he had not experienced was how she felt when he gave her a good seeing to, and he wanted that – now. She was on the bed, propped up on pillows, with a manly mug of tea. Primly, she had wrapped his green silk dressing gown tightly around his body and between sips was trying to explain what his role would be at DebTash. He turned away and looked out to the copse and the patchwork of fields beyond. You had to hand it to Natasha; she knew what she was doing when she picked Holly Tree Cottage. The view from this window was really something – not another house in sight. He posed and wriggled her body seductively. Natasha had a glorious backside and her rear view always stirred his old boy into action. He turned so she would be able to see her own body in profile, with those pert breasts of hers jutting upwards. A glance at the dressing gown told him the posing was having an effect. He moved her hand down over her the gentle curve of her stomach and massaged her labia. Hmmm, that felt good.

'For heavens sake, Barrie. Stop that and listen to me.'

'I’ll listen after you’ve given me a good seeing to.' He sauntered seductively to the bed, took the mug of tea and placed it on the bedside table before straddling his own body. He smiled to himself as Natasha’s beautiful hands, following his bidding, deftly untied the green and white silk cord and parted the dressing gown to reveal his ‘old boy’ in all its glory.

'Barrie, I’m not ready for this.'

'Believe me – you are.' Hauling his ’old boy’ upright with Natasha’s beautiful hands, he brushed the tip against Natasha’s clitoris. They both squirmed with pleasure. Barrie was unable to keep the laugh out of Natasha’s voice. 'Ready then?'

'Has anyone ever told you that you are depraved?'

'First time – since I’ve been in your body. So, are you ready?'

Natasha wanted to say no, but once again, Barrie’s penis had other ideas. She groaned, it was proving impossible to control that thing. 'Okay, let’s get it over with, but make it quick.'

'That’s down to you my love, unless of course you want me to be on top?' Not waiting for an answer, he squatted down heavily. 'Ouch! That hurt.'

'You men are all the same, you haven’t got a clue.' His own face was smiling at him. Natasha was enjoying his discomfort.

'You have to be careful with that thing. It needs to be eased in and I should point out that you were way off target.'

Natasha suddenly felt the power of Barrie’s penis. She had truly hated herself in the shower, when she could not stop forcing it into her own mouth, but now she was coming to terms with it. Fully erect, it really did seem to have a mind of its own and right now it was telling her to take the dominant position. She had not wanted to have sex with her own body this morning, she did not want to give Barrie the pleasure, but now this thing between her legs was compelling her to act differently. She placed Barrie’s strong hands on her waist, lifted her body in one swift movement and rolled over to finish on top. She was amazed at the strength at her command, it made everything so easy. Natasha was generous by nature and was tempted to show Barrie how he should really use his penis to give her pleasure, but, she was in a hurry. There was a great deal for them to discuss, so she would do unto him as he so often did unto her. In other words provide a ‘good seeing to’ which would see his body ejaculate at great speed, leaving hers completely unfulfilled.

Barrie was amazed at the ease with which they changed places. He felt his strong hands slide under Natasha’s buttocks and lift the lips of her vagina up to meet his ‘old boy‘. Natasha was making a pretty good job of dealing with his body. He felt the head moving in a slow circular motion just inside the vagina. Natasha was teasing him. He wrapped Natasha’s slender legs around his own body and arched her back to pull his cock in.

'Fuck me Tash. Give me a really good seeing to, I want it all.'

Natasha gave no answer only a grunt of satisfaction as she carried on the slow circular motion which was beginning to drive Barrie wild, especially when she penetrated just far enough for the tip to rub against a very sensitive spot just inside the vagina. Was this the legendary G spot? She could leave it there as long as she liked! He was in her body experiencing immense pleasure, when, without warning, Natasha pushed hard and he heard his own voice shouting, 'I’m coming! I’m coming!' Following three to four frantic thrusts, he felt the wet warmth of the ejaculation; then his body stopped moving.

'Don’t stop! Don’t stop!'

'Sorry Barrie, but that’s it. Generally speaking, that’s how your ‘good seeing to’ leaves me.'

Barrie desperately dug Natasha’s heels into his own backside in an attempt to spur her into action, but to no avail. He could feel the erection wilting and after a minute of frantic but fruitless jerking it was a relief when Natasha rolled off and he lost the crushing weight of his own body. He watched as she walked his body to the bathroom.

'Come on Barrie, a quick shower then we have a lot to discuss.'

'Such as what?' The tone was sharp and waspish. He was more than a little pissed off at not reaching a climax. What if they got together in the bathroom and somehow or other changed back? Then he would never know what Natasha felt when she had a penetrative orgasm. He wondered if she used anything to reach a climax when she’d been left high and dry, so to speak. Perhaps she used the back brush in the shower? It had a ribbed handle and he’d often wondered if it had ever been used for that purpose. In the bathroom, Natasha was handholding the shower rose to rinse off the Jo Malone Gel Douche she had lathered over Barrie’s testicles and penis. She adored the amber and lavender fragrance, which lingered on her skin for hours, but perhaps it was not the right thing to use whilst in Barrie’s body. She would remember to use his Lacoste Body-Wash in future. As she stepped out of the shower she called to him. 'We’re presenting our lingerie range to the buyer of ‘Naughty but Nice’ at eleven o’clock. I must brief you on what to do.'