The Touch Ch. 28

I was surprised that I actually absorbed much of the recital at all. Both Caroline and Maggie sat very close to me, one on either side; Caroline was her normal, tactile and flirty self and leaned heavily against me on my left, her knee constantly 'accidentally' bumping against mine, whilst Maggie had threaded her arm through mine, a little protectively I thought, and hugged it tightly against the side of her warm breast. It was warm and sexy being sandwiched between them and I had to concentrate on listening to the music to stop myself getting a serious hard-on.

This first half of the concert consisted of the Haydn pieces and was superb, Haydn is a much under-rated composer whose works you seldom get to hear live. We moved to the bar area and I managed to snare three glasses of the complimentary champagne and we stood talking, trying to make ourselves heard above the happy babble.

I admit that I was a little surprised at Caroline's knowledge and enthusiasm for chamber music but I do not think we had ever previously discussed her tastes in music. We did discover however, that she had grown up near Salisbury at the village of Winterbourne Gunner just north of where she lived now. Her father had been in the army and they moved to Colchester in Essex when she was nine and she had continued to live there until she left home to live in London. She had two elderly great aunts still living at the village who were the original beneficiaries of the tickets that Maggie and I were enjoying.

The second half of the programme was equally uplifting, two of my favourite Mozart pieces and after the musicians had left their seats we remained sitting whilst the rear of the auditorium rushed for the doors.

"Good evening Maggie .... James." Georgia had filtered down through the rows and sat down in a vacated seat behind us, I glanced back and saw that 'Drippy Charles' as Lauren had christened him at the Christmas party, was still standing waiting for his mother by their original seats.

She gave Maggie and I a very showy air kiss of greeting and I introduced her to Caroline and was totally surprised when Georgia recognised her name immediately.

"Well, well... the celebrated Ms. Brookes .... I am so glad to meet you." She turned to Maggie and I, "Your friend is one of the rising stars in the banking world, you know."

I had really not realised the Caroline was a financial celebrity of sorts but it did explain her obviously substantial income. Of course, Georgia would know of her as her own speciality was business and commercial law and she too spent much of her time in London. Caroline was obviously pleased with the recognition and preened, tossing her golden mane sexily.

"Have you known James, very long?" Georgia asked her, I guess that she assumed that Caroline was my date for the night.

"Oh no. Only since I moved back to Salisbury a few weeks ago. He is designing and building a garden for me .... He is very clever you know..." She gave one of her bright gushing smiles and laid her hand on my arm gently stroking my sleeve.

"Really? James has been MY landscaper for ages....." Georgia retorted her smile a little fixed. "Well, I really must go," she leaned forward and surprised me by giving me a light kiss on the cheek, "I'll see you on Wednesday, James." We had a business meeting booked but I guessed that she was using that as a goad for Caroline. I wasn't greatly surprised that they hadn't really hit it off, they were such different characters. Once again I watched Georgia walking away from me, she was in her fifties but she still had a fantastic arse.

I felt a bit like a rabbit caught in the headlights with a juggernaut racing down towards me. Maggie was prodding me mischievously in the ribs with her finger and I could tell that she was suppressing a giggle by the way that her tit was quivering against my arm. As we got up to leave she leaned in close and whispered into my ear, "I guess I am going to have to keep you on a chain for your own protection ... I thought we were going to get into a cat-fight just then." I don't think that Caroline noticed us giggling stupidly as we left the hall.

I knew that neither Maggie nor I had eaten since lunchtime and so I suggested that the three of us should find a restaurant and get some supper. I was slightly surprised when Caroline politely declined.

"I would really like to, but perhaps another time," she smiled at me sweetly, "I am afraid I need to get home before eleven o'clock as I am expecting an important business call from Singapore about midnight, they are 9 hours ahead of us and will just be starting work."

We said our good byes and then Maggie and I strolled arm in arm over to the Berni Inn in Milford Street for steaks and creamy coffee floats. The Berni was a good reliable place to eat but the group was rolling up and their restaurants were closing all over the country, I hoped that we would retain ours in Salisbury for a bit longer yet.

By the time that we got back to Maggie's place it was close to mid-night, I think the combination of a full day and a late supper had left both of us a bit drowsy, I parked the Range Rover in the garage for her and then followed her into the house with the keys.

We stood just inside the front door. "Thank you for a lovely evening, I really enjoyed it," she said. "Just don't think that this lets you off the hook... you still owe me a proper date sometime soon."

"I'll think of something," I promised.

She leaned in and put her arms lightly around my neck, smiled and then started to giggle, "What is it worth not to tell Emma that you provoked a 'Handbags-at-Dawn' catfight between Ms. Thunder-Thighs and Scary Georgina?"

"I don't negotiate with blackmailers," I laughed and picked her bodily up off the floor so that her feet were dangling a foot off the ground and aeroplaned her around a couple of times.

"OK, OK, I give up .... Bring me back to earth and I promise to keep it a secret." She laughed.

I let her slide slowly down the front of me but held onto her, my arms firmly around her waist. I could feel her thighs pressed close against mine and her breasts pushing against the thin fabric of my dress shirt. We were both panting slightly from exertion and laughter.

Maggie was looking up at me smiling and I just could not resist her, I was holding the most desirable woman in the world in my arms, our faces were only inches apart; I had waited so long and I could not wait any longer. Maggie had been my dream woman for as long as I could remember. I lowered my face and gently touched my lips to hers. She didn't protest or struggle; I felt her arms tighten very slightly around my neck and we stayed like that our lips pressed softly together the tips of our tongues just lightly touching for what seemed a life time but was probably only ten long seconds or so.

She eased me away from her. I was inwardly panicking; I really did not want to fuck up our relationship, everything was going so well, I couldn't bear to have that destroyed, to loose the closeness that Maggie and I shared.

She was still smiling. She gave a deep sigh and ran her hands down the silk lapels of my dinner jacket letting them come to rest lightly on my hips just above my belt and then gave me a little playful push. "Go home, you randy sod," she laughed. "I'm going to bed.... ALONE!" She guided me out of the door and then reached up and lightly kissed me full on the lips very quickly, "Just so I remember where I got to...." She giggled, then closed the door.

"What the fuck did she mean by that!" I asked myself as I got in the car and started up. By the time that I got home I didn't care. I had kissed her...full on, she hadn't outright rejected me, she hadn't screamed or made a fuss, and I think that she had hinted that there could be more to come. She seemed to have completely forgotten that she was my aunt. It was enough for now.

The lights were all out when I got home; obviously Gwen and Emma had gone to bed. Emma had told me that they would probably go out for something to eat as I would not be home for dinner and so I parked in the drive and then walked down the garden to my favourite tree stump and sat and smoked a couple of cigarettes and just looked at the stars.

The Trusthouse Forte motel that Gill and I had chosen was typical of the new breed of motorway hotels becoming popular with business travellers, providing a very basic, clean, modern room with no in-house services, but food available at a nearby traveller's restaurant, usually a Little Chef. The motel near Chippenham was brand new and although there were several cars in the restaurant car park there were only a few at the motel and despite being nearly three quarters of an hour early I immediately spotted Gill's old maroon 1970's Volvo 245 estate parked away from the building in one corner and pulled up in the next space and walked across to the Little Chef.

I saw Gill as soon as I stepped through the door; she was sitting on the far side of the dining room with her back to me idly winding her coffee and I guessed that as she was even earlier than me, she was probably equally nervous. I stood and watched her for several seconds, catching a glimpse of her profile now and then but unable to really make out her expression.

The waitress was starting to move towards me and so I indicated to her that I was joining somebody and walked over to Gill's table. She saw me as I approached and stood up to greet me her face lighting up with a radiant smile. God, but she really was a beautiful woman.

"Hello Jamie, I wasn't sure if you would come .... " she gave a slight nervous laugh, "I'm sorry, of course I knew you would turn up ... you are that sort of person, we wouldn't be doing this if we didn't think we could trust each other, would we?"

We just stood facing each other for several long seconds, I was looking straight into her eyes, they were deep brown pools, so liquid that I felt I was drowning in them, she leaned forward and gently kissed me on the lips, a friend's kiss, but even that failed to break the spell and then she lightly picked up my hand. The moment our fingers touched, it was like a mild electric shock, surging up through my finger tips to my brain and downwards to leave a tingling in my balls. It was the same sensation that we had both felt when we touched the first time that we had met, nowhere near as powerful, but the same experience never-the-less. I had only felt this less than a handful of times before and Gill was the only one that it had happened with twice.

We both gave a little gasp of surprise, but she didn't jerk her hand away. "I don't know what THAT is, but I am sure that it indicates we are doing the right thing in some way." She said quietly and calmly.

"Wow!" That was the most erudite thing that I could come up with. I needed to sit down quickly as the tingling experience and being close to Gill was taking a toll on my control and I could feel the beginning of a hard on starting to bulge in my trousers.

The waitress came over to our table just as I scrambled into the seat opposite Gill and we ordered another cafetiere of coffee. "Are you hungry? I am absolutely ravenous... I was too nervous to eat breakfast this morning, I think it is all right to eat something light before... you know....?" She asked. We both ordered the breakfast pancakes with maple syrup which were brought to us almost immediately.

I sat watching her whilst we ate. Gill had one of those sweet, soft, expressive faces that seemed capable of showing a hundred emotions all at the same time, her eyes were dark brown pools, and her dark brown hair, still cut in the same shoulder length page boy style softly swayed around her face. When she smiled her whole face lit up, the way that Maggie's and Gwen's did. She wore very little make-up that I could discern, just a hint of eye shadow, and her wide lips were painted with a very light red lipstick. That day she was dressed very simply in a dove grey silk weave jumper and a plain darker grey wool pencil skirt, both of which hugged her figure and emphasised her tiny waist; I found it hard to imagine her like Cora with a swollen belly but the thought gave me a tingling in the balls to imagine that it would be my doing.

We spent an hour or so just relaxing into each others company and getting comfortable. It wasn't difficult, we had connected right from the first moment we met and for me it seemed as though we were old friends who had known each other for years. We kept the conversation light, mostly about music; we were both avid jazz enthusiasts which provided another level of connection. I think we both suddenly realised that we had been sitting for the last ten minutes or so just lost in our conversation affectionately holding each others hands across the table.

"Perhaps we should go to the room now....." Gill suggested quietly. We stood up and she reached for the bill but I got there first. "I'll pay that..." she said.

"Absolutely not!" I insisted, "You bought lunch last time, besides it we are going to do this it is going to be as friends, and I like to buy my friends lunch from time to time." I guess I was being the alpha male; I didn't want Gill to think she needed to pay me to go through with our agreement, even in little things.

Gill had already booked into the motel and so we walked across to a side door close to where the cars were parked and up a flight of stairs into a long corridor transversing the whole length of the building. The room was perfectly plain and simple, decorated in magnolia emulsion and containing no more furniture than a fitted wardrobe, a cream melamine vanity unit on which was a small portable television and two small bucket chairs in blue and yellow chequered fabric matching the curtains and counterpane on the double bed. There was an adequate sized toilet/bathroom with wash basin, over bath shower all new and bright and clean. Gill had obviously pulled the curtains earlier and sunlight through the thin fabric gave the room a soft friendly glow.

I noticed that Gill had an overnight bag standing on the foot of the bed and that a steel grey top coat was hanging in the open fronted wardrobe. Now that we were actually in the room, standing at the foot of the bed, we both seemed to develop another attack of nervousness. For my part I was standing in a hotel room by a comfortable looking bed, with a beautiful woman who wanted me to fuck her, a woman I had already become very fond of after just two meetings, but I felt awkward and nervous and was not sure how to make the next move.

Gill took control. "Why don't you get undressed and get into the bed, whilst I go to the bathroom?" She smiled, and reached up to give me a tender little kiss on the mouth, picked up the bag and disappeared around the corner.

I stripped off my togs and tossed them onto one of the chairs, loosened the covers on the bed and climbed in tugging the covers back over my waist and legs and lay waiting for her to return and thinking about what we were preparing to do.

I wasn't worried about being able to perform sexually, I had never suffered from nervous droop in the past, and there was absolutely no question about wanting to shag with Gill, she was so beautiful and had a phenomenal figure and just thinking about her naked was starting to provoke a movement in my loins.

My commitment to what she wanted from me had been absolute from the start and so I had taken the time to try to understand the mechanics of trying for a pregnancy. The books that I had borrowed from the library had not really been of much help but I had taken a look through Gwen's bookshelf of medical books and journals and had come up with most of the information that I thought I needed to know.

I understood about the 'Hot Spot' during her ovulation when she was most likely to conceive and had read a very avant-garde article about the best positions to make love when trying for a baby. The missionary position was recommended as best; the woman should then place a small pillow under her hips following sex and then rest like that for maybe twenty minutes or so to allow the sperm time to swim through the cervix.

There were a couple of other tips, such as the importance of relaxing during intercourse and the higher chance that a man would have a high sperm count if he abstained from sex for a couple of days prior.... I hadn't had a shag since Monday. It was also believed that a woman who had achieved orgasm would be more relaxed and her cervix more receptive to the sperm. I wasn't sure whether I should discuss any of this with Gill or not. I decided not: my guess was that she had already done much more research on the subject than I had.

When she came out of the bathroom she was wearing an ankle length thin white cotton bathrobe. She dropped the bag at the foot of the bed and sat down on the edge, drawing her knees up and leaning on one elbow so that she could look into my face.

I think that neither of us knew how to start, we weren't lovers, but I could not bear the thought of our love making being nothing but a clinical joining and so I just said very simply, "May I kiss you?"

She paused for a second before answering and the smiled. "Oh yes, Jamie... please do."

I cupped my hand behind her neck and drew her face towards me and our lips touched lightly and we sank into a long very tender and gentle kiss. There was no lusty passion or desire but we found something different, it was a kiss of friendship and special closeness, never-the-less I found it totally erotic and stimulating. We released each other and Gill sat up on the side of the bed and shrugged off the robe, she was wearing nothing but a black lacy bra beneath, her skin was almost translucent in the shimmering sunlight filtering through the curtains, like pale silk. She rolled back onto the bed and lay facing me then flicked the counterpane over so that both our bodies were covered.

"Can we just lie together and cuddle for a moment?" She asked softly.

I slid my arm around her shoulders and drew her to me. I could feel the whole cool length of her body against mine, soft and yielding, it was driving me mad, I already had an erection of gigantic proportions and she must have been aware of it pressing hard against her soft belly. She did not seem to be concerned and after a minute or so I felt her hand slide over my ribs and hug me to her a little tighter.

Her lovely face was very close to mine and I reach up with my free hand and gently brushed her hair to one side. Close up I could see that she did not colour her hair, it was a natural dark brown and there was a scattering of individual white hairs which for some reason I found quite endearing. Her lips were so near and so appealing that I could not resist and pressed my mouth to hers, more firmly this time; she responded by allowing her lips to part a little so that the tips of our tongues could just meet and touch, very gently and without urgency.

That kiss lasted for a long time, several minutes, I felt her whole body beginning to relax and her hands were clutching gently at the back of my shoulders drawing me over her and suddenly almost without realising I was laying half atop her, our lips were still together, I could feel the soft smoothness of her thighs against mine and my stomach was pressing my erection hard against her tummy and there was the dampness of my pre-cum on both of us.

I looked into her face and saw that her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted, her breath coming is light shallow gasps. She was beautiful and at that moment in time I wanted nothing more than to make love to her, to fill her with my seed and make her happy by giving her the child she so desperately wanted. I kissed her once more lightly on the lips and then down across her chin and nuzzled my face softly into her throat. Her eyes remained closed but she moaned lightly against my ear.