The Touch Ch. 21

I got the torch and she took my hand and led me down the garden to the summer house. I quickly played the light over the walls, but she opened the door and pulled me in. The cabin smelled of new wood stain and cleaning fluid, the garden furniture was neatly stacked to one side. An image of the minutes that I had spent in this same place with Lauren and Lucinda the night before they left for France flashed through my mind, but then Mum's arms were around my neck again and all thoughts of anything except her lips and the closeness of her body were expelled from my mind.

I leaned her back against the wall and we clung to each other in the warm darkness our kisses moved quickly on from gently exploring each others mouths to a deep passionate rolling of lips and tongues as we let our bodies expunge the earlier stress from our minds. I slid my hands from around her waist to clasp her buttocks and pull her tight against me, my half erect prick hardening almost instantly as her groin was ground against mine and we both began to roll our hips gently in a mime of the act that our bodies were demanding. Our stress provoked desire was instant and would not be denied.

"Oh God, Jamie, I want you .... Right now!" she moaned. The passion and need was making her voice husky.

Her hand came down and rested, gently caressing, over my erection which was loosely contained within my jogger bottoms and then I felt both hands easing the elasticated waistband out and down so that my prick was free of my trousers. I slipped my hands into the top of her trousers lowering them so that our naked loins were pressed hard against each other and I could feel the warmth of her pussy against my balls. I grasped her buttocks and raised her up onto her toes and she brought her hand down to guide my prick to her already moist pussy lips.

I could just make out her lovely face in the dim light coming in through the window. She was smiling and the moon glow made her hair shimmer like fine gold her eyes were deep pools of blue-grey longing.

"Oh my darling, we are making love in a summer house," she giggled, "I have never done THAT before!"

"We're not making love yet," I retorted, laughing. She was happy and so I was happy too.

"Ooooooooh, Ooooooooh, yes!" She moaned as I pushed gently into her, pressing the first inch into the tight entrance of her vagina.

"NOW we are making love!" I gasped. My remaining length slipped smoothly into her as she pulled me forward, pulling my lips to hers and thrusting herself with a small jerk onto my hardness. We thrust urgently at each other until our need for stress driven release gave way to a more languid desire for closeness and affection and the thrusting gave way to a slower gentler stroke which brought my tingling erection many times to the point of release but allowed me to pause and then resume our love making again.

I think that neither of us wanted our love making to end but I could feel the walls of her love tunnel starting to pulsate and my prick felt swollen and long overdue and suddenly I could hold back no longer and pulled her hard onto me as I exploded forcefully into her in a hot stream. Her whole body was shaking and she had her arms locked around my neck so tightly that I thought that she would pull my head from my shoulders.

"Oh God, Oh yes, Oh yes!"

She thrust herself down onto me one final time, as she spasmed and jerked through her climax, groaning and panting against my throat in her release.

We slid down the wall until we were both sitting exhausted on the floor hugging each other tightly and brushing each others faces with tiny light kisses. After a few minutes we both wriggled back into our trousers and clawed our way back up the wall laughing and panting.

She leaned against me, "You made love to me in the bloody summer house!" she chuckled, in mock indignation.

"It was you dragged me in here!" I retorted. We were both quietly laughing and joking as we left the summer house. "About tomorrow? How do you feel about visiting my shed next?" I teased.

She chased me around the garden in the dark until we were both silently exhausted and went back to the house. Everything was good with us again and so we were both happy.

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To the reader

A sincere thank you to all the readers who have posted comments and the hundreds more who have sent me encouraging e-mails about The Touch. Your response and enthusiasm has made it a real pleasure to revisit these ramblings.

The series will go on for many more chapters yet, I am afraid that even I do not know how many completed episodes there actually are! The first 20 were posted onto Literotica all at once but future chapters may be a bit more spread out as I need to edit them and make sure that they are in the correct chronological order. I forgot to title or number many of them, particularly the shorter 'day in the life of' parts, which I need to link together into readable chapters. I may also need to take down some of the earlier submissions to correct typos and punctuation errors, but they will be back up as soon as possible.