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A Weekend Away Authors note: Hi, Thanks for all the reviews on my first story. I've tried to take on board some of the criticism and make this one a bit more light-hearted. Of course some people we'll now inevitably say this isn't dark enough. Well you can't please everyone and anyway I've got some darker stories up my sleeve. Chapter 1: An Unwanted Meeting It was nearing 1pm as I walked down Cornhill for a lunch date with my ex-girlfriend. It was a lunch date I really didn't need and to be honest I don't know why I agreed to it. Well actually that's a lie, I know exactly why I agreed to it. Because, despite everything that had happened, I still fancied Karen and had a bit of a soft spot for her. Still I was under no illusion over what she wanted from me. As well as being my ex-lover, Karen was also a bitter business rival. Although throughout our year long, somewhat tumultuous, relationship she called it "healthy competitor". Despite my best efforts, Karen had no doubt discovered that my departure to for a weekend conference in the south of France was not all that it seems. My line of work is project management and, in short, I specialise in expansion. When a company is looking into moving into a new region, I help them make it happen, either through development or though the take over of smaller local companies and utilising their premises and client base. I was good at my job and it was for that reason I had been headhunted by my biggest client, who had finally figured out that paying me a healthy wage would be cheaper than paying the even healthier fees my company charged for my expertise. My company were fully aware of my imminent departure and were, in fact, supportive of it. Project management was only part of their services and with me at the helm of Royale Hotels new PM team, they would be first in line for any loan restructuring, due diligence and other, such lucrative services that Royale would require in the latest phase of their expansion. Obviously we all had to keep it secret, the last thing we wanted was our rivals getting wind of this move and frantically calling their legal teams to scrutinise EU competition law. For that reason this, evening I would be boarding a flight from City Airport to Nice for a conference on the oh-so-fascinating subject of "re-financing in the economic crisis". Unfortunately I would come down with a case of food poisoning (bloody British Airways!) and wouldn't make the conference. Or at least that would be the story. In actual fact I would be playing golf somewhere near Cannes with my new-boss-to-be, Jean-Claude, and signing a shiny new contract. The email I got from Karen confirmed that some idiot in my current company had blabbed and she had an idea of what I was up to. She didn't say as much, she just wanted to "touch base," and "catch up". But it could be no coincidence that her first contact with me in 6 months had come just before the biggest career move in my life. One that could significantly damage her own companies interests. Karen worked in a smaller company that was also based in the City of London and specialised in project management. We had met eighteen months ago at a conference equally as boring as the one I wouldn't be attending this weekend. I was drawn to her because she was opinionated, driven and tenacious. In other words she reminded me of myself with the added bonus of being a petit blonde with nice tits. We missed most of that conference, mostly because we rarely left my hotel suite. My colleagues laughed at me when they found out I were dating Karen Hawley. Sleeping with the enemy they called it. It would never work. Of course they were right. How could it work? Professionally we were nearly always in direct competition and whenever either of us beat the other to a contract, there would be accusations of cheating, spying and other such industrial espionage. We're both very poor losers and the relationship was an unmitigated disaster with huge screaming matches and sulking, interspersed with great make-up sex. I wasn't surprised when it ended and, in truth, the only thing I was pissed off about was that I wasn't the one who ended it. Well not the only thing. I also missed the great make-up sex. When it came to the bedroom, Karen was as insatiable as she was in the boardroom. It was a warm day; about 22?C, much warmer than London would normally be in May. Not that anyone was complaining, but I was sweating a bit in my suit and was glad to walk into the air-conditioned coolness of the restaurant. Karen was sitting at the bar and graced me with sweet smile when she saw me. Don't let that fool you, behind that innocent girly smile is the steel predatory mind of a great white shark. "Chris, Sweetie, how lovely to see you again!" she gushed in a perfectly pronounced accent that you only receive from an expensive education. She stood to greet me and I bent my 6-foot frame down to kiss her on the cheeks. "Hi Karen. You look beautiful as always." And I was telling the truth, her lithe figure was accentuated by the smart grey work dress that looked like it had been painted on and made her breasts look a larger than the C-cup I knew them to be. The dress ended mid-thigh, just long enough to be considered professional rather than risqu?, but only just. Her gorgeous legs were encased by matt black tights and enhanced by black four-inch pumps that I knew she wore because she was uncomfortable with her tiny 5-foot stature. The only disappointment was that her normally long blonde hair was bound up in a severe looking bun. And of course that she was no longer my girlfriend. We made our way to the table and ordered our lunch. I decided to annoy her by unnecessarily dragging out the small talk and keeping the subject firmly from business to see how long her patience would hold out. It turned out that was about 15 minutes. "How's your sister getting on with her new job?" I asked politely and watched with glee as Karen's cheek twitched at yet another pointless question about family. "Sweetie, how come you never bothered to show this much interest in my family when we was together?" she retorted with a strained smile. Score. "What? I thought you wanted to "catch up," Karen?" I replied shrugging with poorly feigned innocence. There was a brief pause as the waiter served our lunch and then Karen finally gave up the pretence. "So you're meeting with Jean-Claude this weekend?" she enquired gently. "Well if he's at the conference I'm sure we'll bump into him at some point," I said carelessly and sipped at my Peroni. "Bollocks Chris! I know why your really going to France this weekend so you can cut the crap," she hissed with her eyes narrowing. I just smiled back. I was enjoying this. "Well I might play some golf, but you can't blame me. You know how boring these conferences can be. If I remember right you were never a big fan.... " Karen rolled her eyes. "I'm not an idiot Sweetie. You're being deliberately obtuse!" "I'm not sure I know what that means babe?" I loved winding her up. "Talking of idiots; how's Posh-boy?" "If you mean Mark, he's fine. Now stop trying to change the subject," she replied, now on the defensive. Mark Fitz-Simmons was the floppy haired banker that Karen had dumped me for. "Just fine?" I continued to poke. I had heard from a mutual friend that Karen was finally getting tired of the twat and their relationship was on the ropes. Not that I wanted to get back together with her of course. Karen sighed and swigged her red wine. "Well not fine actually. But that's none of your business." "I see. I knew it wouldn't last. Let me guess? He wants you to settle down and make babies near mummy and daddy's estate in Surrey instead of running the rat race? He's old money Karen they're all the same. They don't know the meaning of the words equal rights." I shrugged and sipped some my beer with a smirk. Karen was fuming so I knew I had hit the spot. "As I said Chris, that's none of your fucking business," she hissed before sullenly swigging some more of her wine. It was too easy with Karen. This conversation was bringing back wonderful memories. "Anyway I would have thought you would have been over me by now? After all who wouldn't be glad to be rid of a "stuck-up, power-crazed, finishing schooled bitch?" she said, a slygrin returning to her gorgeous face. "Honestly Sweetie, I've never met anyone in the City with such a big chip on his shoulder about his up-bringing. It must have really pissed you off that I dumped you for a public school boy!" It was her turn to stick the knife in. I should explain for readers from outside the British Isles that, confusingly, in the UK a public school is in fact the most expensive kind of private school and are not the least bit public. Like the vast majority of the population of Britain, I received my education free of charge courtesy of the British taxpayer. It really riled me that in the seven years since I had finished university and started my career I constantly came across so many feckless twats like Mark that managed to slither into the City thanks to daddy's contacts rather than putting in the hard graft I did. "OK Karen you win. What do you really want?" Karen had defeated me once again and her grin showed she knew it. "Just wanted to make you a little business proposal Sweetie." She returned to her innocent butter-wouldn't-melt voice. "I know you're setting up an in-house team at Royale. This potentially causes me.....issues," she paused to drink her wine. Karen's company managed most of Royale's work in the UK, whereas previously I had mainly dealt the Asian and continental projects. "By issues, you mean that you'll now longer get any of their work?" I suggested. "If you want to put it like that, yes," she fumed. "But I have a suggestion that is mutually beneficial. Assuming that you take this new position, it's going to be hard work setting up a new team from scratch. That's where I can help." "You want a job?" I asked with a chuckle "Somehow I can't see you working under me. Not like that anyway." Karen took a calming breath as the waiter collected our plates and I immediately asked for the bill to indicate to her that this meeting was nearly over. "No I don't want a job, thank you Sweetie." Karen forced a smile again. Being nice to me was really getting on her nerves. "What I suggest is that I give you part of my team on a secondment, the best of my team, for a six month period to help you manage Royale current projects and give you breathing space to grow the team. In addition, I'll even give you an option to keep one or two on permanently should you wish." "Very generous." And it was. It would save me significant start up costs and make me look super efficient in front of my new employers. But of course there had to be a catch. "What's the catch?" I asked "No catch. Well just a little one. You continue to sub-contract all the continuing UK projects to my company. Uncontested. As I understand it, Royale are mainly concentrating on Asia in the near future so you'll have enough on your plate," Karen sat back with a satisfied smile on her face, which I returned calmly as the waiter dropped off the bill. "Well what do you think Sweetie?" she asked impatiently. "I tell you what I think Karen." I decided to be brutally honest with her. "I think that behind your very generous offer is a hidden agenda. I'm not sure what. Maybe you hope to make some contacts through your team's "secondment," that or maybe you just want to sabotage my new team..." "Don't be so fucking paranoid!" she snapped an interruption. I ignored her and continued. "But even without a hidden agenda, I would still have to argue to my new employer that, despite the fact they're about to spend hundreds of thousands of euros on building a new in-house team, my first action would be to out-source the very work their paying me to do. They'll have my fucking balls Karen!" I prodded the table to make my point. "What for bringing in a competent team to start up? They would be under your management Chris!" she hissed back. "Which brings me back to the sabotage point," I countered. "So I'm going to have to say, thanks Karen but no thanks" Karen's eyes narrowed and she leaned in close. "You're not going to move on this are you?" she hissed. "Definitely not." Leaning in close, it was my turn to smile in satisfaction. I had beaten her. Or so I thought. "I didn't want to have to do this Chris but you leave me no choice," Karen said quickly, grabbing my hand and unexpectedly ramming a ring onto my index finger. "What? Now you're proposing to me?" I said, or at least that's what I would have said, but I didn't get a chance. The room lurched as she rammed on the ring and in an instance I was facing in the opposite direction. Confused I looked around. Had I just dreamed that? Karen wasn't sitting opposite me anymore; instead there was a man in his late twenties in a smart looking suit looking at his hands and pulling a ring off his finger. He looked very familiar, that's mainly because it was me. In shock I looked down at my own hands, which were now small and dainty with perfectly manicured nails. My thin arms were bare, given that I was now wearing a smart sleeveless grey work dress with perky cleavage pushing out from my chest. "What the fuck have you done?!" I cried, shocked to hear that my voice was now high pitched. "Shhhh!" Karen hushed me as the waiter came over and then he, yes he, settled the bill with my credit card. "My treat," he grinned as I sat there in near panic and close to screaming, but conscious of what a nut job I would look if I did. "What the fuck have you don?e!" I repeated in a quieter voice after the waiter left. "I would have thought that was obvious by now Sweetie!" he smiled back. "You weren't prepared to meet me half way so I had to take matters into my own hands. Or rather your hands!" he laughed. "By stealing my fucking body!" "Borrowing your body, borrowing," he explained. "How?" I gasped in my new feminine voice. "With this ring my best-friend Lara lent me. She uses it to punish her boyfriend when she thinks he's been cheating. Been handed down in her family for generations. Pretty cool no? You push this stone in and it swaps your body with the next person that puts it on. Magic apparently." He said smugly "and before you ask why, I would think that was pretty obvious as well. I've worked too hard to let destroy it all with your selfishness." "My selfishness! You just stole my body!" I retorted as he got up and straightened his tie. I tried to follow but wobbled on the high heels I found myself wearing and fell back onto my chair with a girly squeal. "Borrowed. How many more times!" he repeated. "I don't want to be you anymore than you want to be me. But this weekend I'm going to France and meeting Jean-Claude, I'm going to sign your new contract for you and I'm going to hash out the plans you so stupidly rejected. Then Monday lunchtime, we'll meet back here and you can have your body back. I'll even negotiate you a nice half-year performance bonus, how does that sound?" Karen offered me a hand that a reluctantly accepted and helped me to my feet. His hand looked huge as it engulfed my dainty digits and as I stood there wobbling unsteadily on my new footwear, looking up into my old face towering over me, I felt tiny. "Don't forget your handbag!" he laughed at my fuming face and handed a small black purse to me and turned to leave. I hurried behind, tripping on my pumps as I tried to keep up with his long strides with dainty steps. "And what am I supposed to do?" I shouted after him, ignoring the stares from the other patrons. Karen turned back as we stepped out onto the street. "Whatever you like. My suggestion is call in sick and lie low at my place until Monday." He suggested, putting on my sunglasses and looking down at me. "Look at it as an opportunity to get a better understanding of the opposite sex. Christ knows you need one!" he laughed. "What about posh-boy!" I asked. "You mean, your boyfriend? Tell him you have a headache!" he laughed harder. "Better still you could do me a favour and dump the twat for me for me. You were right Chris, things aren't fine." Karen turned to leave and started to walk down the street. "I'll tell!" I yelled after him childishly. "No you won't!" he yelled back without even turning around. He was right as well. Who could I tell? No one would believe this. I stared after him shaking with rage until a light spring breeze blew up my dress and reminded me of my embarrassing situation. Chapter 2: An Unwelcome Surprise An half an hour a later I arrived at the block of flats in Islington where Karen lived. I had taken a black cab even though taxis in London are ridiculously expensive and Karen's flat was only a 10 minute walk from the tube. But there was no way I could walk any distance in these heels. Besides, I paid for it using Karen's credit card.. On the way over I had emailed Karen's boss to say that I wasn't feeing well and that I had gone home early. Now, standing in the lift, I tapped the heels of my pumps impatiently. I was eager to get indoors, mainly because the wine Karen had drunk at lunch was working it's way through. I was desperate for leak and not entirely sure how long I could hold it with my new anatomy. As the lift ascended I stared at my refection in the stainless steel interior. I couldn't believe that the petite blonde girl staring back was me! After searching through the chaos that is a girl's handbag for Karen's keys, I let myself in her flat, kicked off the stupid shoes and hurried into the bathroom. Before I could answer the call of nature I had to figure out the logistics of peeing like a girl. I tried just hitching the dress up, but it was too tight round the butt. In frustration I wiggled completely out of the dress and threw it on the floor so I was standing dress only in French cut panties, bra and stockings. No time to admire the view though, I whipped down my knickers, sat heavily on the loo and relaxed, screwing my face up at how weird it felt. I finished up and dabbed myself dry with some toilet paper and steeled myself for a glimpse at my crotch. Six months ago it was a welcome sight, but now I felt nauseous looking at Karen's vagina.....now my vagina. Shuddering, I pulled up the panties, washed my hands and took another look at my reflection. God, Karen was gorgeous. I reached behind my head and undid the hair bun, letting the blonde hair fall half way down my back. I preferred it when Karen wore her hair down. I also preferred her standing in just her underwear with her perky breasts heaving in a lacy bra and creamy white thighs peeking out of black lacy stocking tops. All of a sudden I felt warm and a little damp down below. Bloody hell, I getting turned on by my own reflection! I had to snap out of it. Then again, what else was I going to do this weekend? Grabbing my dress of the floor I hurried out of the bathroom, the slippery feeling growing in between my legs. I stopped dead as I entered Karen's bedroom. There was a suitcase sitting on the bed. Before I had a chance to wonder why, a guy appeared in the doorway behind me, causing me to jump and emit a girlish scream. "Surprise!" he exclaimed as I spun round to face him. He was huge. Well actually he was about the same size as me. It was just that I wasn't the same size as me anymore. He was broader though, had a mop of floppy brown hair and chiselled face that was currently with the look of someone who was very pleased with himself. He was dressed in a rugby jersey (sporting his old university coat of arms of course), jeans and blue deck shoes. Frankly he looked like the kind of twat that made every American think that every Englishman was a bumbling Hugh Grant. "Mark?" I took an educated guess. "What are you doing here!?" "What does it look like?" he laughed, "Surprising you! You almost ruined it coming home early. I had to hide behind the sofa! What are you doing back?....and why are you in your underwear?" "eeerrr...I didn't feel well so I can home," I was trying to think on my feet. "....And I was about to have a shower...erm sorry Mark.....what do you mean by surprise?" I stuttered. I had a bad feeling about this, which was confirmed when Mark pointed at the case on the bed. "I'm taking you away for the weekend!" he grinned, stepping towards me. I backed up but he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him. I never thought I would wish that I still had the dress on. "I was thinking about the argument we had last weekend, when you said that I didn't really know you," Mark continued. "And I realised you were right. So I've rented us a cosy little cottage by the sea down in Dorset. I know you love it down there. Just you and me for full the whole weekend. Plenty of time for me to find out who you really are!" Oh the irony! "Mark, you shouldn't have.... I mean that's lovely....I don't know what to say!" I tried to wrestle my way out of his arms but it was useless. "Don't say anything. Just kiss me," he whispered and craned his stubbly face in towards mine. I tried to lean away, but he pulled me in closer until my half naked body was squeezed against his, one hand copping a feel of my tight arse, while the fingers of his other hand entwined themselves in my long blond tresses, gently forcing my face towards his. I had no choice but to return the kiss. I hoped it would just be a little peck, but of course it wasn't. What sort of girlfriend would reward her boyfriend with just a little peck after he had surprised her with a weekend in the country? I squeezed my eyes shut as we played tonsil tennis for what seemed like an hour and concentrated on keeping Karen's lunch down. Gross, I was French kissing a man! Damn you Karen! Of course, if I couldn't get out of this weekend I could end up having to do a lot worse. A fact that was reiterated as Marks fingers started to tug at the lacy waistband of my panties! I was breathing hard when we finally broke for air. "Since you're home early, I was going to suggest that we made a start to beat the traffic," he grinned an inch from my face. "But maybe we should get to know each other a bit right now? You're certainly dressed for it!" he returned to kissing me. Panic was really starting to set in now, especially when I felt his trousers tenting against my stomach. Frantically I managed to push a manicured finger between our lips with one hand and tug my panties back up with the other. "No you're right! Lets make a move!" I gushed. I needed to put a stop to this now and eased myself back out of his arms. "Really?" Mark looked disappointed. "I thought you wanted to take a shower?" his grin returned. "We could take one together. I'm feeling pretty dirty to!" "No, no!.....I mean, yes, I would love to, but we don't want to spend all night in a traffic jam do we?" I forced a smile. "Of course not baby! I think of better things we can do all night," he relented. "You get dressed and I'll bring the car round." He gave me another wet, but thankfully quick kiss and moved past me to pick up the case. "I've packed for you, because I knew you would be hours picking out enough shoes and dresses to last you for a fortnight!" he chuckled to himself and left. I stared after him and winced as I heard the front door slam shut. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" I whimpered. How could I get out of this? I would jump out of the back window but Karen's flat was on the eighth floor. I paced backwards and forwards, my stocking encased thighs swishing together. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" Outside I heard Mark, beep his car horn. I walked over to Karen's wardrobe. At least I could put on some less girly clothes, as if that would make a difference to my predicament. I flung open the wardrobe and groaned. It was full to the bursting with outfits, dresses and shoes. Fucking women! I needed at least an hour to sort through all this. The horn sounded again outside. Giving up, I sighed and picked up the grey dress from the floor and wiggled back into it. I also grabbed a black scrunchy off the dresser and pulled my long blonde hair into a ponytail as I trudged towards the front door. I picked up my purse and slipped on the painful 4-inch pumps lying where I kicked them off early. Resigned to my fate, I wobbled my way back out of Karen's flat. The sound of my heels clicking on the hallway floor was like the drum march to my execution and the lift seemed a lot quicker on the way down. I might have stopped Mark from having his way with me for now but all I had really achieved was to delay the inevitable. Chapter 3: A Country Cottage Of course the journey to Dorset was annoyingly quick. Whenever I went away for the weekend I spent the best part of it inching along the motorway bumper to bumper with half of England apparently going in the same direction. But today there was barely a car on the road. I managed to spend most of it pretending to be asleep with Mark's hand resting on my knee between gear changes. I had sent an angry text to Karen explaining my situation but her response was less than helpful: "Lol! That's brilliant! Enjoy! x" I was about to reply with an expletive rich message when Mark's Tom Tom indicated that we were nearing the end of our journey and I swallowed hard as we pulled off the elafy country land into the drive of a little thatched cottage. Ever the gentleman, Mark opened the car door for me and I slid out, trying my best not to show my panties. "So? What do you think?" Mark asked with his arm round my waist. "It's lovely,," I said through gritted teeth. Mark went to kiss me again but I was too quick for him and skipped away. "Lets take a look inside!" I had a look round the cottage as Mark brought in the luggage. Despite being at least 300 years old, the inside of the cottage was surprisingly modern, having been fitted out with a brand new kitchen, bathroom and 42-inch HD TV. I had taken a girl away to a cottage like this once. She had been very grateful.....just like I expected her to be. Twilight was setting in outside when I walked back into the lounge to find Mark struggling in with the bags and what looked to be a wicker hamper. "What's that?" I asked warily pointing at the hamper. "A surprise!" he grinned and set it down on the table. "Another one?" I muttered. "How lovely!" I said in a louder voice, Mark opened the hamper to reveal a selection of expensive looking food and two bottles of even more expensive looking wine. "I didn't know if we had time to go out for dinner so I picked this up at lunch from Fortnum and Mason,," the posh twat, "Now how about you rustle us up some dinner, whilst I get the fire going and we can have a cosy night in?" he said handing me the hamper. I bridled his assumption that I should take the woman's role (despite currently being a woman) but forced a smile and took the surprisingly heavy wicker case from him. That tit really doesn't know Karen at all, I thought to myself as I carried the hamper into the kitchen, struggling with my girly strength arms. She's career woman not a house-wife! I opened the hamper and sorted through the contents. It was all duck liver pate, cheese, crackers and grapes. The kind of thing posh-boy probably thought people ate everyday. I put the white wine in the fridge and opened the red so it could breathe. I wasn't a complete barbarian. I looked around the kitchen cupboards for some plates and glasses, which I located in the top cupboards, and try as I might, standing on my tip- toes, was out of reach. I huffed and, defeated, called out to Mark. "Mark, can you give me a hand please?" I yelled unable to keep the annoyance out of my voice that just made me sound like a sulky teenage girl. Mark entered and surveyed the scene of me straining to reach for the cupboards and let out a hearty laugh. "Aaaahhh look at that! My wittle munchkin can't reach even with her stilts on!" he crooned in a mock baby voice as he walked up behind me. He was obviously aware as I was of how sensitive Karen was about her diminutive height. Now though I didn't blame her. Even in these ridiculous high heels, I really did feel like a munchkin. I let out a squeal as, instead of just reaching for the plates and glasses, Mark put a meaty hand either side of my waist and lifted me with ease so that I could grab them myself so that I felt even more like a child. "You could have just got them for me," I muttered angrily as he returned me unsteadily to my heels. I placed the plates down and Mark spun me around so that I was facing him. "But then I wouldn't have been able to cop a feel of your lovely bum," he grinned. I still had the wine glasses in my hands so I couldn't do much to resist as he grabbed my arse and pulled me in for a kiss. I shuddered as we locked tongues once again. Couldn't this idiot go five minutes without a kiss? Then again, this was supposed to be a romantic break, so I guess I knew the answer to that and, unless I just dumped the dumb fuck then and there I would just have to go along with it. I broke the kiss and gently pushed him away. "Take these and the wine through, I can manage with the rest!" I said in a shaky voice. "Yes Madame, right away!" Mark pulled off a mock salute, took the glasses and wine and left. I followed with the plates and food, my "lovely bum," wiggling with each step. Chapter 4: An Evening In An hour later and I was nearly stuffed. Mark was on the sofa, whilst I was on the floor with my stocking clad legs curled up underneath me. We were safely separated by the coffee table, which was littered with various expensive products from the hamper. Between us the bottle of red had been polished off and good dent had been made in the white. In truth, it had been me doing most of the polishing. But what else do you expect? Not only was I stuck in the body of my petit blonde ex- girlfriend, I was also on a romantic weekend with her new bloke! There was no way I could get through that sober. With that thought I drained my wine glass in one big gulp. Mark noticed and reached for the glass. "Wow someone's on a mission tonight! I'll be carrying you to bed unconscious at this rate," he chided but refilled my glass anyway. "Why don't you sit up here with me?" he asked, patting the sofa. "Um...no I'm comfortable down here by the fire," I lied. I was far from comfortable. I had slipped the ridiculous heels off, but the wooden floor was hard and the dress and stockings, which were really meant for the office and not lounging in front of an open fire, were itchy. "Suit yourself," Mark shrugged. "I forgot to ask; how did you're meeting go with Chris today?" I choked and nearly spat the wine back into the glass. "Not well," I replied. "I told you so. The unreasonable prick, won't agree to anything put forward by the likes of us. That guy has one big chip on his shoulder. Still that's what you get from state education, babe." Marks suggested haughtily. "Not everyone's Mummy and Daddy can afford to send the to private school, darling," I growled through Karen's gritted teeth. Mark laughed heartily. "Says 'little miss finishing school'! Bit late to be going all Karl Marx on me, when your first job interview came courtesy of daddy's golf club!" The bastard was right; I was one of them now! A privileged rich kid with a private education. Damn it, I was even eating food from a Fortnum and Mason hamper! I drained another glass of wine at that horrible thought and pushed myself onto unsteady legs. My head swam a little bit, reminding me just how much I had to drink. I excused myself whilst Mark was pouring out yet another glass for me and went to the loo. Sitting on the toilet wincing at the feeling of urine dribbling out of my crotch, I cursed Karen for the hundredth time. Why didn't I just give her what she wanted!? When I walked back in from the cool bathroom, I realised just how warm the lounge had got. Mark had cleared away the dishes and was fiddling with an iPod dock on the corner of the room, no doubt putting on someone romantic music. I shuddered and made my quickly way over to the wine. I knew I shouldn't drink anymore but fuck it! Mark intercepted me before I could reach the glass and enfolded me into an embrace. Oh no not again! I tried to step out of his arms, but it was too late. He gave me a long kiss, his tongue sliding wetly over mine and I could taste the wine in his mouth as he reached behind me and pulled my long blonde hair out of the ponytail. Gross! I pulled out of the kiss long enough to get some words out. "Mark...I'm too hot..." I stuttered as I rapidly sobered. "That's OK baby, I can fix that!" he said in a hushed tone and went in for another kiss. This one was even longer and, as I squeezed my eyes shut trying to imagine it was a girl I was tonguing, I felt him fiddling with something behind my back. My eyes flew open in shock as I realised it was the zip on the back of my dress! When we came up for air, Mark deftly knocked the grey work dress off shoulders, which fell to the floor and pooled around my feet. I stood in shock, standing once again dressed only in Karen's panties, bra and stockings. "God your gorgeous!" Mark said, standing back to admire the view with an enormous erection tenting his jeans. This time I skipped back as he went in for another kiss and tripped on the dress. Landing heavily on an armchair, I scrambled to my feet before Mark could grab me. "Erm I just need the loo!" I stuttered thinking on my feet. "Again?" Mark said looking incredulous. "Yep, drunk a lot of wine!" I said and darted quickly into the toilet and turning the lock behind me. I lent against the door to catch my breath and stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Karen's cute upturned nose, baby blue eyes and kissable lips stared back framed by sumptuous honey blonde hair that cascaded over creamy breasts. What the fuck was I going to do!? I toyed with just marching into the lounge and telling "my boyfriend," it was over. But I couldn't think of a convincing way of doing it. What kind of girl lets her boyfriend drive her all the way to Dorset for a romantic break, buy an expensive supper and, after teasing him with sexy underwear, announces she's dumping him. A crazy one! Still there were plenty of crazy girlfriends in the world, I had been out with a few myself. But there was still the problem of being in the middle of the countryside, 200 miles from London. I could hardly walk out and get a cab. Maybe I could tell him the truth? No, then the only way I would get home was in the rear of a psychiatric ambulance. Would Karen still want to swap back if her body had been committed? Doubtful. I jumped at a gentle knock behind me. "Darling, are you alright?" Mark's voice whispered through the door. "Erm...yeah fine...I'll be out shortly," I replied in Karen's high pitched and now wobbly tones. "Great. I've taken the wine into the bedroom." "Ok," Shit! Shit! Shit! What was I going to do? I looked down at my creamy bust and thighs, which were now glistening with nervous sweat. Earlier the lacy panties and stocking tops had turned me on. Now they filled me with dread. I looked at my flat crotch. Could I do it? Could I fuck a man? I had to do something. As far as Mark was concerned I was his girlfriend, Karen. I turned to open the door and then changed my mind again. No! There was no way I could let that guy put his dick in me! But Karen had turned me into her and that meant "that guy," was my boyfriend, at least for this weekend, what else could I do? I had no choice, I would have to play the good little girlfriend or he was going to think I was a nutjob, even if that meant having sex with him....unless... There was something I could do that might satisfy Mark without having to have sex with him. To pull it off I had to take control of this situation. Steeling myself, I unlocked the door and left the bathroom. I composed myself again before entering the bedroom, fixed a smile on my face and attempted what I hoped was a sexy entrance. Mark was lying naked on the bed with two glasses of wine. I tried not to show my alarm at the sight of his erection and forced myself not to turn and run. Instead, I sashayed towards him and took a one of the glasses out of his hands. I sipped the wine and set the glass down on the bedside cabinet, as Mark sat up on the edge and grabbed me by the waist. "Now where were we?" he grinned and started to pull my panties down, but stopped when I put my hands on his arms and pushed them firmly away. "What's wrong..." he started, but I hushed him with a finger on my lips and knelt between his legs. With a smile still fixed on my face, I reached out, took his throbbing member in my tiny manicured hands and gave it a gentle squeeze I couldn't believe I was going to do this! Still it seemed better than letting him fuck me, if only slightly. I gulped and started to lean towards his cock. It seemed a lot bigger than the one I had until very recently, especially as it got closer to my face. "But babe, I thought you hated giving blowjobs?" he asked breathing hard as I paused, his dick just millimetres from my lips. I looked up into his eyes. "I know, but I wanted to say thank you for this wonderful surprise." As I spoke, my bottom lip brushed across the glistening tip of his penis and leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum. Before I could change my mind in disgust, I resigned myself and took him into my mouth. I felt my teeth scraped against the top of his helmet and stroked the bottom of his shaft with my tongue as took in as much as I could and started to suck. Above me Mark let out a groan of pleasure and I tried not to gag on the texture and taste. God this was disgusting! No wonder Karen refused to do it. She didn't suck me off once in the whole time we were together. That was a humiliating thought as swirled my tongue around his cock. Whilst she was at a luxury hotel sampling the mini-bar, I was in her place sampling her boyfriend's dick! I kept that angry thought in my mind and locked eyes with Mark. I wanted to squeeze them shut, but I hoped that, if he were anything like me, it would bring him to climax quicker. My jaw was starting to hurt and disgusting taste of his cock had completely filled my mouth. Still that was better than what was to come. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt his penis start to twitch and spasm. Before I knew it a thick salty wad hit the back of my throat, causing an involuntary swallow. I left his pulsating member in my mouth and let him fill it with cum. I couldn't bring myself to swallow again and, as I took his dick out, some of the cum dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin. I squeezed my eyes shut and gulped the rest, straining to keep it down. I grabbed the wine and emptied it to take the taste out of my mouth as Mark fell back on the bed, breathing hard. As I took the wineglass away from my mouth, I noticed a thick white string of cum stretch between my dripping chin and the rim of the glass. That was the last straw, I leapt up and only just made it to the toilet before Marks cum, the wine and some expensive food emptied into the toilet bowl. Twenty minutes later, after washing my face and brushing my teeth five times, I made my way back into the bedroom. I hoped Mark hadn't heard me puke, but when I walked in I realised their was no chance of that. He was tucked up in bed, sound asleep. That's men for you I thought ironically. Mission accomplished though. I had made it through one night with my maidenhood intact. I slid into bed next to Mark and tried not to think about what I had just done to accomplish it. Chapter 5: A Day at the Beach Usually I like a lay in on a Saturday morning, but not today. There was no way I was going to give Mark another chance to get amorous. I slid gently out of bed as soon as I was awake and, whilst Mark was still snoring, I crept into the bathroom and locked the door safely behind me. Turning to look into the mirror, I saw a sight I would never get used; Karen's gorgeous face staring back at me, still sleepy looking from a very uncomfortable night with my long blonde hair was all mussed up. I always thought Karen looked sexiest the morning after a hot night in. Now my first thought was how the hell would I sort that hair out! I stripped off the sexy underwear and stockings; and got into the shower. The hot water felt great as it ran over my creamy soft skin. I was so hypersensitive that I almost climaxed as I foamed up my breasts. No wonder Karen took so long in the bathroom. I was interrupted from my revelry by a loud knock on the door followed by Mark's posh voice. "Hey Babe, do you want to unlock the door and I'll jump in there with you?" No chance sunshine. "erm...actually I'm nearly done," I cringed and started to frantically wash the shampoo out my hair. "I'll be out in a minute and you can jump in," I yelled back. No response. I hoped he hadn't gone to fetch a locking picking kit, but just in case I reluctantly got out the shower and towelled off. Being a woman took so much more effort. I used a blow dryer on my hair, but it still took ten minutes to dry, and then I still had to use straighteners to get it under control. I wonder what Karen would think if I shaved her head? She probably wouldn't be too pleased, but it would serve her right. I was surprised Mark had remembered to pack all this kit for me. I certainly wouldn't have bothered when I was with Karen, which probably explains a few things about our relationship. I had been in the bathroom for hour, when Mark knocked for the second time. Sighing, I wrapped a towel around me and faced the music. "Oh Babe why did you get up? I was looking forward to a lie in." He actually looked pouty as he waited outside the door stark naked. "oooh I'm sorry Sweetie, I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful." I smiled and stood on tip-toes to give him a quick kiss. Shit, did I just call him Sweetie? I was beginning to sound like Karen. That was a worrying development. "Oh well, I guess this means we can get down the beach nice and early. I packed the bikini and sandals you bought for Tuscany last year," he replied happily and went into the bathroom. Oh great, a bikini. Now I get to be a practically naked girl in public. Rummaging around in the suitcase, I found the bikini surprisingly quickly given how little there was of it. It was a plain creamy white bikini and the top gave me a lot of trouble. It didn't seem like my boobs would stay in. The bottoms went on easy enough, but they covered so little I might as well had left them off. I was worried I would have to walk to the beach like this, when I spied a floral print cotton sari that Karen had used when we had holidayed together. I wrapped around my waist and recovered some dignity. The sandals weren't so easy to find. Mark obviously knew Karen well, because he had brought enough shoes for a fortnight's worth of outfits, but the only pair that were even close to suitable for the beach were appear of open toed wedges. The platform cork soles were at least three inches high at the toe and five inches at the heel. The beach was apparently a fifteen-minute walk across down a country footpath and cliff track; there was no way I would manage that in these! "Sweetie, what sandals did you pack me?" I asked Mark as he exited the bathroom. Is it me or was my accent starting to sound more clipped and "finishing school," with every sentence? "Those ones," replied Mark pointing at the platform wedges. "These!? Why the hell didn't you bring my flip flops?" I replied, unable to keep Karen's trademark "posh whine" out my voice. "I never knew you owned flip flops," Mark said frowning. "What's the problem? You wore them every day in Tuscany? You said they were your favourites." Bloody Karen and her height issues! I huffed and made my way into the Kitchen to get glass of orange juice. I wonder if there was any vodka in that hamper? "Can you make some breakfast please babe and I'll pack a bag for the beach?" Mark called after me. Fucking men! Thirty minutes and four slices of burnt toast later, we were ready to leave. I dropped the wedges into the floor, stepped into them and buckled up the straps. It was like putting on stilts. Just fucking brilliant, another day spent on wobbling legs. We set off, hand in hand, down the country road. Other than the incessant wiggling of my bum and bounce of my breasts, walking on the asphalt road wasn't too bad. However, five minutes later we turned off the road onto a dirt footpath that wound across a field. I could just about manage the uneven track with the platform wedges so long as I kept hold of Mark's arm, but it was clear it was going to take much longer than fifteen minutes to get to the beach. I was amazed at the guy's patience. If it was me, we would be in "eye-rolling and criticising Karen's penchant for unsuitable shoes," territory by now. Instead Mark calmly helped me along, whilst I was busy swearing and nearly turning my ankles every other step. Eventually we got to a cliff track, that lead down to a small cove. My ankles were killing me and I could have cried when I saw how ridiculously steep and rocky the track was. If I made it down there without plunging to my death it would be a miracle. I thought about taking off the wedges, but the track was littered with sharp looking stones. I was about to attempt it anyway, when Mark suddenly swept me off my feet with a squeal. "Don't worry Babe, I've got you," Mark grinned and began to carry me in his arms down the path. My hands looped around his neck clinging on for dear life, whilst my feet dangled over his arm, the heavy platform soles of my shoes banging together with every step. I cringed inside and my face flushed. I was dressed in bikini being carried like a child in Marks arms....his big strong arms. Wait a minute, where did that come from?! I leaned my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, trying to ignore the feminine thoughts suddenly invading my mind. I mean it was true that Mark was really strong, we were half way down and he had barely broken a sweat. I inhaled the smell of his sweat, whilst I felt his abs rubbing on my naked mid-rift with every step and felt a twinge in my bikini bottoms. My eyes snapped open. Damn it, another girly thought! Luckily we were had reached the bottom of the track and Mark set me down in the sand. I shuddered as I bent down to take off the wedges and sari. It was this damn body and it's female hormones! It had to be! I like women not guys! I breathed deeply and composed my self before trotting after Mark. If I was too get through the rest of this nightmare, I needed to stay calm so I could think clearly and not let Karen's hormones get the better of me. The small beach in the secluded cove was deserted. The cliff walls trapped the unusually warm spring sunshine and kept off the wind, unfortunately making for an ideal location for a couple to spend the day together. The waters of the English Channel were slightly choppy for such a sunny day, but it was a far cry from the stormy conditions that normally batter the UK in the spring. Mark laid out a blanket on the sand and handed me a towel to use as a pillow. The blanket was just large enough for the both of us to lay side by side and it was obvious that any hope I had of keeping my distance from Mark was gone. I put on some large white Jackie Onassis style sunglasses Karen liked to wear and closed my eyes trying to relax. Suddenly I felt something ice-cold splash on my bare stomach and inhaled sharply. I looked up to finding a laughing Mark holding bottle sun cream. "What the fuck are you doing!" I hissed. "Looking after my girlfriend," he replied with that stupid looking grin on his face and starting using his other large meaty hand to rub the cream into my stomach. "Thank you, but I can do that myself," I said hurriedly and snatched the bottle out of his hands. I squirted more cream into my dainty hand and applied it to my body. I found it to be an incredibly erotic experience to rub the sun cream into the smooth skin of my silky legs and the soft tops of my ample breasts. If only Mark, wasn't lying next to me I could enjoy it properly. "Turn over and I'll do your back," said Mark, interrupting my thoughts. "No that's OK Sweetie, I'll just keep it out of the sun". Why the hell did I keep calling him Sweetie?! My accent and speech pattern had got undeniably more like Karen's since this morning. In fact, I doubt there was now any real difference at all. "Don't be silly Babe. It might only be May, but that sun will be hot later. Now turn over and let me put some cream on you." I meekly surrendered to his commanding tone and flipped onto my stomach, burying my face into my thin arms. Mark's meaty fingers slowly worked the cool sun cream into the tops of my shoulders. I tried to ignore how good it felt, but it was asking the impossible, by the time he reach my thighs I was biting my bottom lip and, when his fingers brushed my new sex through the bikini, I struggled to contain a whimper. Fuck this was bad! Mark didn't seem to notice though and his ministrations stopped abruptly. It took all of my male resistance not to ask him to keep going. "Can you do me now?" Mark asked, causing me to look up sharply. "What right here on the beach!?" I asked exasperated. "I meant put cream on my back," Mark laughed, turning onto his stomach "wow, someone's horny this morning. I told you we should have stayed in bed" I said nothing. Just turned beetroot red as I pushed myself up and picked up the bottle. I was embarrassed that I had made such a Freudian slip and ashamed that I was slightly disappointed. Things only got worse from there. The only comfortable way I could reach his whole back, whilst staying on the blanket was to straddle him, my legs either side of his hips. I couldn't resist grinding my crotch against his tight buttocks as I rubbed the sun cream into his well muscled back. "erm Babe?" Mark asked. "Hmmmm yes Sweetie?" I asked feeling light headed. "Are you finished yet, you've been at for about 10 minutes. I don't think you could get any more sun cream on my back if you tried." "Sorry," I mumbled embarrassed and climbed off, hoping that he wouldn't notice that the crotch of my bikini bottoms was soaked without me even entering the sea. I lay down beside him again and put my sunglasses back on, taking deep breaths and trying to keep my mind on football and cars, and not Mark's ripped body. Mark, meanwhile, was rummaging through the bag he brought and eventually handed me a magazine he had fished out. "Here you go babe. I know you get bored on the beach so I bought you a copy of Cosmopolitan to read. I know it's your favourite." "Oh Sweetie, you're so thoughtful. Thank you!" I replied in a chirpy voice and before I could stop myself I had rewarded him with wet kiss on the lips. For fuck sake Chris, stay focused! Oh well at least I had something to keep me busy. Even with my increasingly Karen-like thoughts, I had no interest in a crappy girly magazine like Cosmo but I was determined to read it cover to cover if it kept my mind off sex. I flicked to the first article. It was titled "Five ways to drive your man crazy in the bedroom". I hurriedly skipped to the next page and engrossed myself in an article about sling back heels. A couple of hours later and the unseasonable warm day was becoming... well unseasonably warmer and, even skimpily clad as I was, I began to get sweaty. I was about half-way through the incredibly tedious magazine. Mark had his iPod on and had not said a word for a good hour, but periodically he would reach down to hold my hand and I would concentrate even harder on pointless articles about celebrity weddings and make-up tips. "Babe I'm too hot, I think I'm going to take a dip," Mark announced suddenly. "Are you coming in?" "No thank you Sweetie, I'll just stay here and read," I replied without taking my eyes off the magazine. "Oh come on Karen, come in the sea with me." Mark propped himself up on one arm to lean over me and traced a circle around my belly-button with his finger. "You need to cool-off or you'll get sun-stroke. I don't want you sick tonight" There was a good chance of that already. I thought about it. The sea was still choppy and didn't look very inviting. Then again, I was boiling out here and maybe a dip in cold water would do me good in other ways as well. "OK then, just for a few minutes," I relented and held my hand out for a lift up. Mark pulled me to my feet, but to dismay he didn't let go once I was up and instead we walked hand in hand towards the sea. I looked behind me and saw a couple of families walking along the cliff path above us. To them we must have looked like just a typical couple out for a day on the beach. It was embarrassing. A few metres before the water Mark let go, ran towards the waves and dived into the crashing turf. The man in me wanted to follow to prove my masculinity. Unfortunately, that side of me was diminishing under the increasingly stronger girlyness. Instead I minced down to the water and dipped my toe into the foamy sea. It was freezing and I retreated from a wave squealing like a little girl. Mark laughed heartily as he bobbed up and down past the breaking waves, which spurred me to try again. But I could only manage ankle deep. "It's too cold!" I whined and instantly regretted it. I sounded like a petulant teenage girl again. Mark waded back out towards me. I assumed he was giving up to accompany back to our towels, but as he neared me I saw a mischievous look on his face as he sprinted back out the sea. I realised to late what his plan was and even though I made a run for it, he easily caught me, scooped me up and dived back into the sea with me squealing in his arms. Salt water went up my nose as I was plunged into the frigid sea and a spluttered to the surface, to cling onto the first thing I could find. Mark's ripped body. "Bastard!" I stuttered through chattering teeth. Mark just laughed, which just made me more furious. "I'm going back to the beach!" I hissed. "Go on then, I'm not stopping you!" he grinned. I let go of him stepped backwards, forgetting that I was now considerably shorter than him, and my head plunged back underwater. Mark once again lifted me, coughing and spluttering back out of the choppy surf. I renewed my hold on him, wrapping my legs around his waist and linking my hands around the back of his neck, his face just centimetres from mine. I was about to insult him again, but instead found myself French kissing him furiously. Mark responded, both with his mouth and elsewhere. I felt his hardening penis straining against my crotch, unnervingly separated by just the millimetre thick fabric of his shorts and my bikini bottoms. Mark started to tug down his shorts underwater and I broke the kiss as I felt him pull the crotch of my bikini bottom to one side. The tip of his hot penis rested against the lips of my vagina. "Mark, we can't...there are people walking along the cliffs...they'll see us...," I pleaded, breathing hard. My male mind was screaming in resistance, but my female body was screaming with the need to be satisfied. It wasn't helped when a choppy wave caused me to bob onto his cock and the head slipped slightly inside my vagina, which was aching to be filled completely. Mark, just gazed back into my eyes and then with a slight smile replied "So?" That was enough for me, my resistance crumbled and I pulled myself onto him. As he slid inside me his hot penis contrasting sharply with the frigid sea that surrounded us and I groaned with relief. Mark was holding me and it was up to me to clinch my legs and grind backwards and forwards along his cock. I used the rhythm of the waves to lift me up and down and let out a breathy squeak with every thrust. Mark, held me by the hips and eased me up and down. It wasn't long before I had to bury my face into neck to muffle the loud squeaks. I don't know how long it lasted. It seemed like an hour but was probably only 10 minutes, the feeling was incredible, wave after wave of pleasure shuddering through my body, synchronised with the sea around me. Every time I thought it had climaxed it just got better until, at the height of the crescendo, my vision blurred I barely suppressed a scream of intense orgasmic pleasure against his muscled neck. In return Mark grunted by my ear and pulled me hard onto his cock, which filled me with his warm seed deep inside. I clung to him for the next five minutes breathing hard as he softened inside me. I looked up at the cliffs but it was impossible to tell whether the people walking along the path were watching us, or just gazing out to sea. In the afterglow of my orgasm, I didn't really care. Eventually we decoupled, kissed and walked back to the beach hand in hand. Sitting on the blanket, Mark draped a towel around our shoulders and we huddled close together for a moment. "I love you," he whispered, three words that threatened to bring me crashing back to reality. I just kissed him in response and did my best not to think about what I had just done. Or indeed, how much I had enjoyed it. Chapter 6: An Afternoon Well Spent We laid out baking in the sun for a couple more hours. I had tried to get back into Cosmo, but my mind reeling at what had happened and I was happy for the distraction when Mark suggested hading back, even though it meant donning my ridiculous footwear. The journey back to the cottage proved even more torturous than the trip down. Not only did I have to negotiate the long and uneven path in platform wedges, I also had to manage the whirlwind of female hormones coursing through my body. Every little touch of Mark's hand, every little glance and smile, caused a fresh flush of desire and sexual tension. By the time we reached the cottage I was barely in control of my feelings. After Mark unlocked the door it became was clear that he felt the same way and we fell into the cottage kissing passionately. The sari fell to the ground, pooling around my feet, closely follow by the bikini bottoms and top. Mark had dropped the bag and his shorts and only just managed to shut the door when I broke the kiss to pull him towards the adjacent bedroom. Unfortunately I had forgotten about the stupid wedge sandals and I tripped as the thick platform soles tangled in my clothes, causing me to land on all fours on the wooden floor. I didn't land hard, but the impact was enough to give me pause and time to think about to do. It had not come soon enough though. Mark had already dropped to the floor behind me and grabbed me by the hips. I realised too late what he was doing. "Sweetie, wait a minute..." I started but my plea ended in a sharp cry as his rock hard cock thrust inside wet vagina. This time Mark was able to fuck me much harder than when we were in the sea. Each thrust forward was accompanied by a hard pull backwards on my hips. I had never felt such an incredible feeling of pleasure and pain. No longer in a public space, there was no reason to hold back and soon the quaint cottage echoed with my moans and cries. My hands and knees were hurting from being pushed backwards and forwards across the rough wooden floorboards, my legs and elbows were cramping, but I despite my self loathing at being fucked doggy style by a man, I didn't want him to stop. I arched my back and let out a long cry as we climaxed. I let my head drop and hang between my aching arms, content for the moment with just catching my breath. My vision was shrouded by some of my long blonde hair that had fallen out of the loose ponytail I had fixed it in back on the beach. But Mark had other ideas. I shuddered as he pulled out of me and then let out a small whimper of surprise as he picked me up bodily and threw me on to the bed. I twisted around onto my back to see him standing over me, still fully erect, with a silly grin on his face. "Baby I don't what it is about you today, but I just can't get enough of you!" he gushed breathily before lowering him self onto the bed over me, pushing my legs apart. "Please....Mark... stop!" I said breathing hard and this time I managed to halt his advance before penetration. "Yes baby?" he asked, whilst using his arms to push my legs higher, until they were almost over my head. Years of yoga had made Karen's body ridiculously flexible. I looked in to his eyes and tried to think of something that would put a stop to this, but could feel the head of his still-hard penis resting against the wet lips of my aching vagina and there was only one thing I could say. "Just fuck me Sweetie!" Mark didn't have to be asked twice and his hot tool plunged back inside me as the whole process started again. This time the sex was slower and, for nearly an hour, Mark delivered long and firm blissful strokes into my sopping wet pussy, managing to hit the spot every time. By the time Mark began to speed up with his own orgasm approaching, my voice was hoarse from moaning. I crossed my cramping legs that were pushed high above me by Mark's shoulders so that the heavy wooden soles of the platform wedges I still wore knocked together with every thrust, serving as drumbeat to our passion. The tempo of the drumbeat increased as Mark became more urgent before stopping abruptly. My toes curled inside the sandals as another orgasm hit, this one was silent, as I just didn't have any breath left in me to scream. Mark pumped his load inside me before slipping out and collapsing next to me, thankfully allowing my legs back down, which were now numb with pins and needles. My mind and body were completely frazzled and exhausted. Thankfully I soon fell blissfully asleep. Chapter 7: An Evening Out When I woke up, it was getting dark and chilly in the cottage bedrooms. I was lying naked on the bed feeling groggy and sluggish. Mark wasn't next to me; in fact I could see no sign of him. I switched the bedside light on and found a post-it note stuck to the lampshade. "Gone for a run. Taxi is booked for 7.30pm. x" I groaned. What the hell was I doing? I had just been fucked unconscious by Karen's boyfriend! What was happening to me? Why couldn't I stop myself? I sat up on the edge of the bed and cringed as I felt by platform wedges hit the floorboards. I finally unbuckled them and slipped of the embarrassing heels. I walked naked into the lounge, feeling my perky breasts bounce. I felt sticky and smelt of sex. I tried calling Karen but her phone, or should I say my phone, was switched off. Sighing I walked into the bathroom and sat down to pee. In the bathroom mirror was a naked girl, slightly sun-kissed with her long blonde hair in disarray, knees buckled as she leant forward on the loo. She looked like I had spent the afternoon getting fucked and loving it, which she had. But, the confusing thing was that the girl in the mirror still looked fuckable to me. My sexual preference clearly hadn't changed, so how come I went all wobbly knee'd every time posh-boy came near me? It didn't make sense! But then again, neither did this entire situation. One thing was sure, until I got back into my body I helpless to Karen's body's wants and urges. I would have to ride it out until then. A poor choice of words, I thought to myself, as I wiped my crotch. We were going out for dinner tonight, which would grant me a few ours grace, even if it did mean donning a dress and heels again. Mark had indicated that the taxi would be here in an hour, an eternity for a man, but as a woman I would need to get going. I jumped straight into the shower. The water felt great and was just starting to feel something close to clean again, when the glass door of the shower darkened. I had forgot to lock the sodding bathroom door. Mark pulled open the door, naked with a huge grin and an even huger erection. "Finally we get to take that shower together!" h