The Touch Ch. 43

I was captivated by Gill the same way that I was by Gwen and Maggie, I had never really been aware that the capacity existed to love more than one woman so passionately and sincerely but I suddenly realised that she had had that hold over me from the first time that we met and always would. For me making love to her would be for real.

Once back in our room we came together at the side of that huge bed and Gill pulled me against her and reached up so that she could press her lips against mine. Her mouth was soft and warm and our lips parted to allow our tongues to mingle gently, the kiss was gentle and long; I felt that familiar stirring in my loins as her fingers swirled over my back and shoulders sketching her need onto the back of my shirt with the warmth of her hands. My hands sought and found her rounded hips and buttocks and pressed her close to me and I felt her body respond with a shallow quiver which seemed to run from her belly down to her thighs.

"Oh God, Jamie dearest," she breathed huskily, "I can't believe what happens when I'm with you .... Nobody has made me feel this way for such a long time.... more years than I care to remember!"

I pulled her towards me our lips joined again; our kiss was deep and warm and moist her mouth and tongue soft and surrendering, her arms snaked around my neck and pulled me even closer, her breath coming in small pants and her breasts heaving against my chest. Slowly and gently we undressed, our hands exploring each other's bodies as we peeled each layer of clothing away and stood naked by the side of the bed our arms wrapped around each other's waists. I could feel her soft round breasts pressing against the skin of my chest, her nipples small points of firm warmth. Our faces were very close but I could see that she was smiling and her eyes were dancing with fun.

"Jamie....dear Jamie," she whispered stroking my cheek lightly and then took my hand and drew me onto the bed, "Let's make a baby!"

I really didn't need any further encouragement and brought my lips down to hers and we kissed again for a long time, her lips were soft and yielding and I brushed my tongue over them and probed gently until she relaxed her mouth and our tongues were entwined in a slow sensual dance which left me panting for breath and totally aroused. Both of us were breathing heavily and our bodies were gently heaving against each other, somehow I had raised myself and was laying over her my new erection pressed hard against her soft belly. Our legs were entwined binding our bodies tightly together, I could feel the warmth of her moist sex against the base of my prick and my balls the most erotic feeling imaginable.

I brought my lips back to hers and suddenly we were kissing hard and deeply tongues lashing at each other and sucking the breath from each other's throats in our passion until the need to breathe forced us to break apart panting with our lust, our arms wrapped tightly around each others necks and our bodies writhing as if we believed that we could get inside each other's skins and merge into one. My hands found and cupped her breasts, gently caressing and tweaking her small firm nipples causing her to moan quietly into my mouth and arch her back.

I slid my hand between our bodies and searched with my finger for her little man in the boat and felt her jerk beneath me as I gently rolled it beneath my finger tip.

"Oh yes.... That is so nice....." she murmured, I continued to caress the firm little nubbin until she started to pant rapidly against my throat and her hips began to push her pussy upwards onto my hand, "Oh yes... more....more... it feels so big.... Huge....Oh-h-h-h-h-h!"

Her arms and legs clamped around me tightly as she surged upwards her back arching as she orgasmed and I felt the tip of my prick sliding in the warmth and wetness of her pussy. Suddenly her hand was there guiding me into her opening.

"Now.... My dearest.... Now..... I want you inside me whilst it is still happening.... Please...!"

Then suddenly I was sliding into the silky moistness, plunging deeper and deeper until my whole length was buried inside her, encased in her hot rippling embrace as her climax subsided. I did not dare move because I did not want that moment of intense pleasure and closeness to end and we just lay together our loins locked, legs intertwined, and gently kissed and nuzzled each others lips and faces. The tiny involuntary twitching of my prick provoked a reciprocal gentle squeezing from her vagina which was enough to keep both of us gasping and on the point of release for what seemed to be forever, neither of us willing to sacrifice our gentle pleasure for the inevitable climax which must soon come for both of us.

Eventually I knew that I could hold back no longer, I could feel that familiar tingle that preceded ejaculation but in the end it was Gill who suddenly started to quiver uncontrollably. I locked my lips onto hers as her body started to shudder and her pussy became a writhing pump around my already over sensitised prick. Then we were cumming together, both of us screaming out as I exploded inside her jettisoning a long stream of hot wetness deep into her vagina, then jerking hard into her as the second equally long load followed the first making her rippling soft tube a pool of hot moistness.

We clung to each other just lying motionless except for our chests heaving and her fingers gently caressing my cheek her lips placing tiny gentle kisses on my throat. We lay locked together my softly twitching prick still deeply embedded inside her vagina long after I had dragged her little yellow pillow across the bed and fiddled it beneath her, both of us reluctant to relinquish our warm intimacy, my hand gently caressing her breast and our lips brushing.

We made love again twice more before morning our embraces long and relaxed and cocooning us both in a world of mutual sensation and pleasure as we lay locked together bodies entwined, softly and tenderly writhing as we brought each other slowly and sensuously to a pounding, earth moving, climaxes as I ejaculated hard into her wet, trembling depths in long streams which seemed to jet out of me forever. Incredibly each successive time I seemed to summon up another massive ejaculation filling her with the seed that she so desperately craved. Finally we slept contented, secure and happy in each other's arms until we were woken by the sun streaming in between the cracks in the curtains and the alarm on my watch raucously announcing that it was eight o'clock.

Neither of us felt like facing a crowded breakfast room and so I called down for room service whilst Gill took her shower and then quickly performed my own ablutions, shaved and dressed. By the time that a waitress knocked on the door with the breakfast trolley Gill was fully dressed in her uniform fatigues and looking every inch the professional soldier.

"I thought that you were off duty today?" I asked.

"I am," She smiled. "The thing about army vehicles is that they are always well serviced and always regularly washed but you can never rely on the seats not being covered in oil or other shit.... So I try not to drive them in my decent clothes."

We sat and ate our breakfast almost in total silence, neither of us really having much appetite for anything except the coffee. Finally it was Gill who said what we were both thinking. Her beautiful brown eyes were very moist and I could see tiny tears starting to form at the corners. "Oh Jamie, this could be the last time that we are together....." her voice was husky with emotion and trembling slightly, "We can't .... We must not let ourselves get emotionally involved or attached to each other.... "

I had been think about nothing else since I awoke that morning. I really did understand. If Gill was to have the life that she planned then what she said was true; but the impact of realising that we really probably would never see each other again left a cold empty feeling in my gut.

"Gill, I'm taking the day off today...going up to Winchcombe to Sudeley Castle to have a look around their gardens....if you felt like coming with me....."

"Better not....my dearest..." She said kindly. She pulled on her beret and straightened in in the mirror. I picked up her bag but she held out her hand to take it from me. "Please just stay here, my love.... Just let me go... don't come down with me...."

"OK." It was all that I could manage to say, I was trembling inside and for the first time in years felt like blubbing.

She got to the door of the room and then put down her bags and ran back to me and we hugged and kissed one last time. Her whole face was a picture of anguish and I knew that she was feeling as shitty as I was. "Please don't hate me...." She sobbed. "Our time together has been wonderful and I shall love you always...."

I wasn't even able to reply my throat was totally blocked with a lump the size of my heart. I just watched her walk out of the room and close the door behind her then ran to the window to watch her leave the hotel and get into the Landrover. She knew that I would be watching because she looked up and waved before driving south to pick up the road to Bovington. In her overnight bag there was a small packet containing two CDs, the new Art Tatum disc that I had asked Maggie to bring back from France and a copy of the CD of Jacques Loussier, playing J.S. Bach, only available in France which had been instrumental in us meeting at Salisbury station the first time that I had seen her. I had not found the right moment to give them to her and so had just slipped them into her bag whilst she was sleeping. I had written in each...just a simple inscription... 'Love You...Always'

I believe that we both knew that this time she would be pregnant. I was genuinely happy for her it was what she wanted and deserved. But I felt devastated for myself because it meant that I would never spend time with her again, never make love to her again.... Never see her again..... that was what we had agreed and that was what must happen.

I was glad that I had chosen to take Wednesday off from work, I really did not feel like going home and so I settled my hotel account for dinner and the room service and then pointed Vera to the north and got onto the A433 and headed for Sudeley Castle. The wonderfully laid out and immaculately kept gardens would be sure to make me feel better.... I would find a nice quiet camp site around Cirencester somewhere for the night and then take my time driving back on Thursday morning.





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