The Touch Ch. 22

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"Got you!" Gwen panted giggling into my ear, "I'm not letting you up until you have made both of us cum .... Properly this time with you inside me!"

We made love slowly and languorously for a long time, rolling about on that huge bed, our hands sweeping and caressing. Sometimes we fucked with her above and sometimes below, but always we remained locked into a passionate moist kiss, and always with my prick stayed deep inside her. We finally came to rest in a half propped up position with her shoulders and head on a pillow and her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.

"Oh, my darling, I think I'm go to ..... Oh yes, Oh yes!" she panted. Her legs clamped even more tightly around me, pulling me into her and I felt the hot moist walls of her vagina start to quiver and flutter around my prick which was so sensitised that I was only able to hold back, because she had drained me dry twice already that day. We pumped at each other furiously with short hard thrusts as we hammered our way to joint climax, both releasing at the same moment, gasping and kissing as my jiz erupted deep into her pulsing wetness.

Eventually I rolled over and looked at the clock; we had been making love for over two hours. Gwen was sound asleep already, her body tight against mine, one arm and leg thrown casually across me. Her face was nuzzled into my neck and I could feel the comfortable warmth of her breath on my throat and the softness of her breasts rising and falling against my chest.


I left her curled up and sleeping in the morning, wrapped in the thick duvet. As usual I was up early and quietly crept into the bathroom, had a proper wet shave, pulled on my bathrobe and then made a cup of instant coffee and sat by the window smoking.

"What time is it, darling?" Gwen stirred on the bed, she looked soft and dreamy, her hair mussed and her face not yet quite awake. She craned her neck to look at the clock, "It's nine-thirty," she gifted me one of her enormous beautiful smiles, "Have you ordered breakfast yet .... I'm bloody starving?"

She got up from the bed and padded over to me, totally naked and cupped my face in her hand and raised my lips to hers. "Good morning," she sighed belatedly. "You can order breakfast whilst I have a shower."

I called room service and ordered two full breakfasts and was told that they would be about twenty minutes. I followed her into the bathroom, shed my robe and stepped into the shower cabinet with her. She was already soapy and wet and so I pumped some more shower gel and we gently and carefully washed each other with our bare hands. As she massaged the soap bubbles into my bush of pubic hair it was inevitable that my body would re-act to her nearness and my prick started to swell as her finger tips touched it.

"Down boy," she giggled, but couldn't resist just lightly stroking it's half limp length. "No sex before breakfast."

"I think you have completely drained it dry ... it probably won't be able to stand again for days," I laughed, "I hadn't realised that I had invited a nymphomaniac away for the week-end!"

"Oh, that's a terrible thing to say about your mother!" she chuckled in mock indignation.

"But it's a wonderful thing to have a nympho' as your lover," I retorted as I followed her out of the cabinet.

We started to dry each other with the fresh new towels that the maid had brought in the previous evening, laughing and messing about so that I had to hurriedly pull on my dressing gown when I heard the room service waiter knocking on the door.

When Gwen emerged, also wearing a hotel robe the waiter had laid out the table and left. The breakfast trolley was like a small buffet and we both gorged ourselves with a full English breakfast, sausages, bacon, black pudding, devilled kidneys, mushrooms, scrambled and fried eggs and thick slices of fried bread. We followed that with rounds of toast and marmalade and huge breakfast cups of black coffee.

After dressing, we packed our cases and I called the porter to collect them from the room and we went down to reception. The guy on the desk wore a badge announcing that he was the Duty Reception Manager and whilst I was signing the cheque to settle the account, turned to Gwen and asked if we enjoyed our stay.

"Did you sleep well?" he enquired.

"Hardly at all!" she quipped, gave him a beaming smile and walked away leaving me open mouthed. He must have seen and heard it a million times because he did not blink and eyelid.

When I caught up with her by the revolving doors she was giggling furiously. She slipped her arm through mine as we waited for the porter to bring our bags out.

"Well! We didn't SLEEP much did we," she chuckled, "But I am going to miss that bed, and that big bath."

We took our bags and walked the short distance to the car park on Upper St. Martin's Lane and locked them in the boot. It was only late morning, another nice sunny day and neither of us wanted to rush back to reality and so we walked to the Covent Garden tube station and rode the underground across to Liverpool Street and then strolled down to the Petticoat Lane, Sunday market. We were both quite happy spending a couple of hours strolling, our arms around each others waists, browsing the stalls and chewing our way through an enormous bag of handmade fudge and toffees.

We came away with bags of goodies, Mum had bought Emma a couple of nice skirts and I added a sparkly evening top which I knew she would like, and Gwen picked out three leather handbags, one for herself, one for Maggie and another for Emma which I bought for them all as presents, additionally, I had been unable to resist buying several excellent British and imported cheeses from the boutique cheese-maker's stall. We stopped for a coffee served from a tiny three wheeler French style mobile coffee van, and then got back on the tube and returned to Covent Garden and collected the car. I was very pleased as our stay at the Mountbatten Hotel had entitled us to a concessionary rate at the car park which normally cost an arm and a leg.

The drive home was relatively easy, and even with an hours break for a hot drink and a slice of cake at a really quaint cottage restaurant near Oakley, just past Basingstoke, we were pulling into our own drive just after seven-fifteen. I unloaded the car, took the shopping through to the sitting room and then took our bags upstairs. I put her case and dress bag at the foot of her bed and then took mine through to my own bedroom and returned downstairs.

Neither of us was particularly hungry; we had filled up on that enormous breakfast before leaving the hotel and had nibbled sweets and cakes during the day, and so we settled for a light supper. Whilst she went upstairs to change I put together a board with buttered crackers, several of the cheeses that I had bought at the Petticoat Lane market, and opened a half bottle of claret.

We had both showered and I had shaved, yet again, and we sat on the floor of the sitting room in our dressing gowns with our backs against the front of the settee, and our supper and wine glasses on the low coffee table within easy reach, almost the same ritual that we followed most Sunday evenings when Mum and Emma and I were at home together as a family.

Gwen was leaned close against me her head against my shoulder and turned to look into my eyes a slightly wistful look on her face. "Oh darling, it has been an absolutely fabulous weekend, I've loved every single minute of it," she gave a little sigh, "but it is back to reality tomorrow."

"Tonight isn't over yet," I said and put my arm around her, "But you are right, it has been totally fantastic."

We simply sat there finishing off our glasses of wine pressed close against each other just enjoying being together.

"I've been thinking," she said suddenly. Her voice was serious but I could tell that she was trying not to laugh. "I have really loved our being together all the time, but .... Maybe the situation that we are in is the best thing for us...."

"Why?"

"Because, if we were together, alone all the time, living as a couple, I don't think that we would EVER get enough sleep to be able to get up in the morning to go to work," she was grinning now, and I started to chuckle as I saw where the conversation was leading us, "and, I think we would probably shag each other to death inside a month!" She giggled and snuggled even closer to me and slid her hand into the front of my robe and stroked my bare chest.

"Well, we have both definitely got to be up early to go to work in the morning," I said seriously, " so I think if we are going to make a start on the shagging each other to death stuff we should get an early night, don't you?"

I took the supper things through to the kitchen and then followed her upstairs. She was already in the bed with the duvet pulled up to her chin, I dropped my dressing gown on the floor and slid in beside her, our bodies instantly wrapping around each other and our mouths coming together in a long deep kiss.

"I am so happy, my darling," she murmured against my ear, "I have NEVER felt this way before neither emotionally or sexually..... not even...." I stopped her there with a kiss, I knew what she was about to say, and I didn't want to hear it. Dad was gone; he was no longer part of our lives and for the first time for as long as I could remember Mum seemed really happy and if what we had together was partially the cause of that joy then I was content.

We made love very gently and slowly, hardly moving but merged together our lips constantly touching and my prick inside her the whole time, murmuring silly insignificant thoughts to each other or just softly laughing with the sheer joy of being melded into a single love entity. I know that we both climaxed at least twice, maybe more, but our orgasms were breathtakingly gentle, our bodies staying together and our hips just moving sufficiently for my prick to achieve a new erection again each time.

We both fell asleep, still making love, coupled together. Gwen had started to doze and I glanced at her clock, we had been making love continuously for nearly four hours. When I next opened my eyes there was a glimmer of sunlight peeping though the window which meant that it was just after five-thirty. We hadn't moved during the night I was still laying on top of her; my erection, new and hard inside her and I could feel her hips moving in tiny rotating movements so that my prick was being gently massaged by her pussy.

"Good morning, my darling," she murmured in my ear her voice still dreamy with sleep, "Mmmmm, what a wonderful way to wake up, with you inside me." She wriggled her hips a little, enough to make my prick jerk involuntarily, and then gently squeezed my imprisoned erection with her pussy, causing me to let out a small gasp.

"Oh God," I laughed, "Have you been raping me whilst I was asleep?"

"Yes..... I probably have," she paused giggling, "but I am definitely going to now that you are awake!"

She curled her legs around mine and pulled me tighter into her, our lips met and we sank deeply into our first kiss of the morning. I think that we would both have wanted our fuck to last longer, but our bodies were so sexually fuelled and aroused from the long night of love making that we both climaxed very quickly, her pussy a roiling hot tube of moistness sucking more cum from me than I thought could be possible after our sex filled weekend.

We finally left her bed, both of us a little bit stiff from having lain together all night and I showered and went to my own room to dress for work. When I came back she was just emerging from her en suite bathroom in her dressing gown with a towel wrapped around her hair.

"Are you wearing you uniform today?" I asked her innocently.

"Of course I am, why?

"Just call me if you need help putting on those sexy black stockings!" I joked.

"Pervert!"

"Rapist!" I retorted then retreated as she unwound the towel and hurled it at me.

I made us both a light breakfast of poached eggs, with toast and marmalade and a pot of strong black coffee, which we sat and ate almost silently, and then washed up the dishes from supper and that morning whilst she finished getting ready to leave.

Outside in the drive I walked up behind her as she put her briefcase and bag into the boot of her car, and squeezed her buttocks playfully. "I didn't get to help you with those stockings."

"Oh, don't tease me Darling," she said and turned and kissed me lightly. "I feel as if we have been on honeymoon ... a fabulous, fabulous honeymoon ... but now it is over!" There was a tiny drop of moisture forming in the corner of her eye.

"You are wrong," I told her firmly, "It is only just beginning."

We hugged again and she got into the driver seat, "Let me go first, I couldn't bear to watch you driving away .... Not this morning." Then she smiled brightly, the sadness put behind her, "Call me if you are going to be late for supper and I'll do something hot for you."

"Everything you do for me is hot," I quipped, "Just keep those sexy black stockings on..."

"Bloody pervert!" she called out of the car window as she pulled away.

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 which were jotted down periodically over a number of years

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 carelessly 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.

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a_made_maida_made_maidabout 7 years ago
Better and better

Just when I thought that this story could not get any better, IT DID! I think I shall need to stay up all night to finish it. Another 22 chapters to go.

Ibiza_KittenIbiza_Kittenover 11 years ago
WOW! WOW! WOW!

Absolutely Fabulous! The address for this story has been mailed around all us Brit girls working on the islands by Real Vixen and it had been a terrific afternoon's read and I am only half way through.

Have really enjoyed this, thank you

therealvixentherealvixenalmost 12 years ago

What a fabulous chapter again! This story is packed full of emotion and tenderness which makes for a totally erotic reading experience.

I have read the chapters up to this point slowly over three evenings and dread coming to the end I think I am becoming adicted. Please continue to add more of this story soon, I do not want the episodes to run out.

GreenFingersGreenFingersabout 12 years ago
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 which were jotted down periodically over a number of years.

I have received almost 100 enquiries about locations and places mentioned in The Touch. All are real places and businesses etc. described as they were in 1988, or the year in which the chapter is set. If I mention a pub or hotel or restaurant then it was there and the menu was as described, concerts, gigs and sports events were also real.

Many of the places mentioned have disappeared and most will have changed over 20+ years but some may still be found. I am amazed that some British readers have actually made special visits to some of the locations mentioned; I will need to try for a commission from Wiltshire Tourist Board.

You can look, but you will NOT find the Garden Centre, or Maggie’s house if they actually exist then the real location has been kept secret.

hodunkhodunkabout 12 years ago
Fantastic!

Another great chapter! What a fantastic series/story ,I love every chapter and can't wait for the next.

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