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The Touch Ch. 01

By: GreenFingers



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

This version is slightly amended as some orphan paragraphs and lost amendments have come to light since it was originally posted. 

Chapter 1 Jamie's Story (Revised) 

I first became aware of 'The Touch' when I was eighteen. 

My name is James, although I am mostly known as Jamie. I thought at that time that I was a normal sort of guy, I went to work and college, and lived with my mother and my sister Emma, who is a year younger than me, in a large detached house on the outskirts of Salisbury. 

There was only the three of us, and it had mostly been that way for ever. I now have difficulty remembering Dad clearly. He was a big, handsome, Irishman, who worked in the building trade, mostly abroad, and was away almost all of the time, but turned up smelling of alcohol every few months, for a long week-end and sometimes for a full week at Christmas and Easter. It was a few days after my fifteenth birthday when he disappeared for ever. He packed his rucksack as usual, kissed us all goodbye and went off to work somewhere in Germany, and that was the last we ever saw of him, he just never came back, didn't telephone, didn't write, nothing! 

It was a probably nearly three months before we kids realised that something was wrong, Mum was really upset all the time and I heard her crying downstairs at night after we had gone to bed and then she started working part-time at her sister's garden centre when we were at school.

About six months later, one Sunday afternoon, mum's sister, Auntie Maggie came to tea and we all sat down in the living room and mum told me and Emma what was happening. My father had simply disappeared off the face of the earth. He had not turned up for work in Germany and nobody had seen him since he left home. I learned later that the money had stopped on the same day he left which was why mum had to go to work, and Auntie Maggie had been helping to pay the mortgage on the house. My aunt was up front about her opinions from the start, my father had always been a foot-loose drunk, who never really wanted to settle down, and even after he married my mother, chased anything in a skirt especially when he was drinking. Maggie's theory was that he had taken off with one of his women and was bumming around Spain or some place where there was lots of sun and cheap booze. 

Later that evening, I heard mum crying again downstairs in the living room. I checked on Emma to make sure that she was asleep then went down. I sat beside Mum on the couch and put my arms around her and muttered all the crappy, stupid platitudes that adolescent boys come up with, how I would be 'the man of the house', and look after her and Emma, as soon as I could I would get a job to help out with the money, how everything would be all right, and how we didn't need Dad or anybody else, we three were good on our own. 

In reality I did actually take those promises seriously and things did work out OK for the most part over the next few years. Mum decided to go back to nursing which had been her career before she married Dad, she continued to work for Auntie Maggie part time and did the refresher courses for nursing in between. I played at being 'husband and father' doing jobs about the house and garden, got a paper round to bring in some money, and once Mum went back to nursing full time, stayed in evenings and weekends to look after my sister, made the breakfasts and lunch boxes for us all, and cooked our tea when Mum was on night shift or early mornings, and tried to protect Mum from my sister's constant whinging about not having any pocket money, no longer having a family car, and us having to look after ourselves when mum was working. 

Emma was being a real pain in the arse, but I suppose in fairness she was a teenage girl in the grip of puberty, and she seemed to see Dad leaving as some kind of personal abandonment targeted just at her. She alternated between being withdrawn and feeling sorry for herself, or full dramatics and hysterical out bursts, lashing out at Mum and me for anything or nothing. 

I knew that I had to act responsibly for Mum's sake but I sometimes got really pissed off with it all and started acting up in the way the teenage boys do, drinking, smoking and getting into scrapes, we even had the police round once because me and a mate got picked up for kicking bins over in the shopping mall, and swearing at the security blokes. My school work had gone to crap but I didn't have the guts to upset Mum by telling her that I wanted to duck out of my A levels, leave school and get a job somewhere. I did confide in Auntie Maggie, who promised to have a think about it and perhaps speak to my mother for me.

Auntie Maggie came up trumps again. On my 16th birthday we all went to her place for a birthday tea and she took me to one side afterwards and asked me if I fancied a Saturday job at the Garden Centre, "It's up to you," she said, "I will pay you with cash and we will say you are just family helping out if there are any questions." 

I snatched at the offer. "Yeah thanks! That's really great," I said, "we could seriously do with the extra money. When can I start? Can I do holidays as well as week-ends?" 

"Just slow down." My aunt replied, "There is a whole raft of conditions attached to this. For one, I have spoken to your mother and she says that you are old enough to decide for yourself how much you want to work, but only if it does not interfere with your school work, so for now just stay at school until we can work something out, OK?"

"Secondly, I want you to promise me that you will keep some of your wages for yourself and not just put everything you earn into the family pool." She smiled, "Buy your self some smart gear that will impress the girls, OK?"

"Yeah, OK!" I replied. I couldn't help grinning. I thought that no one had noticed that I had started seriously taking an interest in totty, especially in tight jeans and sweaters, just like Auntie Maggie was wearing now. I felt a warm tingle starting in my groin, and hoped that I was not blushing. 

"Finally," she went on, "get your act together, stop acting like a hooligan and for God sake don't drop me in the fucking shit with your mother!" She noticed my slight shock at her use of the F word. "Oh, come on Jamie, if you look and act like a grown man, don't expect me to treat you like a child anymore!"

I turned up for work the following Saturday. Uncle Ben, Maggie's husband, kitted me out with the centre uniform, green trousers and shirt with a logo on the breast pocket, a matching fleece for working outside and a pair of wellies. I preened in front of the locker room mirror and saw a good looking adolescent with dark wavy hair, already quite broad in the chest and shoulders. I was a keen rugby player and had been in my house team at school until everything fell apart at home. Unlike my father, I was never going to be a tall man, but at 16 I had almost reached my full height and stood about 5'9". Auntie Maggie was right; I could easily pass for 18 plus, and in my new uniform probably even older. 

I was glad to have the Saturday job not just for the cash, but because it was a way of avoiding my sister at week-ends as she had become a real pain. Always flying into tantrums and picking fights with Mum, and I was pissed off with constantly getting caught in the middle. When we were kids and mum was at home all day we always used to do everything as a family, but now, because of Mum working shifts we seemed to never all be in the house at the same time, most evenings I would hang out with my mates from school or occasionally hook up with one of the local girls for a snog and, if I was lucky, a quick fumble, but no girlfriend so far, had lasted more than a couple of weeks. 

My first Saturdays at work were spent helping the garden centre's only full timer, Jack, who was about 60 and knew everything about plants, flowers and vegetables. I moved and stacked bags of compost, sacks of sand and gravel, plant pots large and small, filled up the displays with potted plants, bags of bulbs and seed vegetables, swept out the greenhouses, watered the plants, and loaded customer's cars, it was hard work but I actually liked it. 

Sometimes I helped Uncle Ben to maintain or repair the sprinkler systems and pumps. Uncle Ben was a tall rather pompous man who always wore old fashioned tweed suits and worked as a travelling salesman for agricultural and farm machinery so was usually only at the garden centre at weekends; nothing was ever said but I didn't really like him much and I don't believe that he cared much for me either. He insisted that I always call him Uncle Ben even though my aunt had now asked me to just call her Maggie and treated me the same as the other grown men at the centre. I thought it strange that he was always going off down the lane to use the public 'phone box instead of using the one in the office, but nobody else seemed to notice so I never mentioned it to anyone. Later I was to wish that I had. 

Maggie managed the shop and the office and the other staff were part timers like me, there was a really butch girl who was a 6th former at the same girls school as my sister, and a couple of older lads from technical college who were doing work experience for their biology courses. The business was growing steadily but still didn't justify a heap of staff, Maggie just took on temps, mainly students, when they were needed. 

The garden centre was starting to get busy and I began going into work most days after school when Mum was at home to keep and eye on Emma, and when the summer holidays started I was there all day, every day. The garden centre was closed on Sunday and I was really meant to take a day off in the week as well, but most weeks I came in every day, Maggie never made an issue of it and just paid me the extra time. I was now spending most of my time with Jack or Maggie who were teaching me about plants and flowers and the basic skills needed to become a gardener or horticulturalist from the Latin names of flowers to the designing and lay out of gardens. I discovered to my surprise that I really liked the idea of gardens and gardening and was well along the path to deciding to leave school next year and try my hand as a jobbing gardener. I just did not know how to break the news to Mum. 

Once again Maggie came to the rescue. She asked me up to her house one lunch time. Maggie and Uncle Ben lived in an enormous eight bedroom detached house at the back of the Garden Centre, with landscaped gardens, swimming pool, the lot. It all belonged to Maggie, the house, the Garden Centre, the money, everything; her first husband had been a very successful architect and garden landscaper, who had died in an accident after they had been married only a few years and had left her a fortune. Maggie, herself, was a well known garden designer so she had bought the neighbouring farm and started the business. She had only met and married Uncle Ben about five years ago after the girls had started boarding school. Mum always reckoned she married him mainly because she was just lonely in that big house, if that was right then she had copped a dud because he was usually away from Monday to Friday out on the road and even when he was home spent most evenings in hotel bars in Salisbury.

We sat in her kitchen with coffee and sandwiches, and she came out with the perfect solution to my problem, "I have spoken to your mother," she said, "and if you are still serious about wanting to quit school and get a job, then I will take you on full time at the garden centre. But...." She added, "not just as an unskilled labourer, like your waster of a father. If you really want the job you have to work for it, and that means committing for three years."

"Fantastic," I said, "but what is this three year thing?"

She put on a serious face but I could see that she was trying not to smile. "Three years is the time it will take for you to complete a day release Cities and Guild course to become a qualified horticulturalist. If you do that then you will have a good start on a worthwhile career. Take the job and you will go onto the payroll, the Garden Centre will pay for your day release classes and Jack has agreed to train you in all the practical aspects of gardening." She paused and looked deep into my eyes, "So what do you think? " She winked at me, "Do you want to be a man or a mouse, a gardener or a time waster? Just don't think you will get special treatment because you are my big, handsome, sexy nephew"

I did not know what to say or do, so I jumped up, picked her up bodily from her chair in a bear hug and swung her around the kitchen shouting "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

I think that it was at that point that I began to realise that Maggie was not just my aunt but was also a bloody attractive woman. I had always had a bit of a thing about older women, and remember even at eight or nine being fascinated by smart mature women in tight pencil skirts and high heels, not really a sex thing then but I just liked to watch them. The sudden close physical contact with her had caused an almost instant re-action and I felt myself starting to get a hard on and so quickly sat back down at the table to conceal the growing bulge in my trousers. From that point onwards I just regarded and looked at Maggie in a completely different way.

That was it....I started work straight away at the centre and began my C&G course a month later, I was really happy, this was what I wanted to do, it was dream come true. The next couple of years were probably the happiest I can remember. Mum was overjoyed that I had sorted myself out and seemed to be acting sensibly again, but I noticed that she had started to pour herself a glass of wine as soon as she got in from her shift at the hospital, even at breakfast time, and there was always at least one wine bottle often more to put out with the rubbish most days. Money was still a problem, Dad had not paid the mortgage for months before he left and had max'd out his and Mum's credit cards so she was still struggling to keep our heads above water, I think that this was the major part of Mum's problem. At least now I was paying a good chunk of my wages into the housekeeping pot which made a difference. 

My sister Emma just continued to be a real pain in the arse, she was doing OK at school and looked to be getting good results but was still really moody, and seemed to be at loggerheads with Mum all the time; then she would come whinging to me about how unfairly she thought she was being treated. I probably should have been more understanding but she was really irritating at times and her behaviour just forced us further apart. Her moodiness, combined with Mum's constant worrying about money, and my working full time, meant none of us really talked to each other anymore, and that was adding to the problem. 

Sundays were a real drag as they have been since forever....everywhere was closed, no shops except for the newsagent, and the cinemas did not open until 4 on Sunday afternoon. When Mum was not working we still had a family cooked lunch and then tried to just spend time together but Emma and Mum would just end up arguing again. I think we all started to give up and Mum and I spent most Sunday afternoons working in the garden, it hadn't been touched for several years and needed a lot of work. Some Sundays I would volunteer to go into work; the plants and shrubs needed watering seven days a week during the summer even though the garden centre was closed to the public. I left Emma to do her own thing which was perhaps unfair of me. 

The next couple of years seemed to fly past and my eighteenth birthday came round, I was now officially and legally a man! Once again it was Maggie who organised everything. My birthday is in early June and she arranged a poolside party at her place; it was just for immediate family, the guys from work, and a couple of my mates. Uncle Ben was working away, thank God! I had started to seriously dislike that wanker, but I really didn't know why. Mum took the afternoon off work and Emma as usual sat in a corner sulking. She had got good exam passes and could have applied to university but refused to consider leaving home or even think about her future and spend most of her time loafing around the house or at the shopping Mall with her drippy friends. Thankfully she was clean...she didn't drink, smoke or use drugs, and she had never had a boyfriend. She was just becoming a total waste of space who expected to be kept in clothes and pocket money by me and Mum. 

Maggie and Mum unveiled my present....they had clubbed together and bought me a brand new, bright red Vespa moped, complete with jacket and helmet. With any luck I would have my full driving licence the following week. Maggie had insisted on paying for lessons and a driving test for me, saying she needed me to be able to use the firm's van for deliveries and collections. 

"You will probably want to buy yourself a car soon," Mum said, "But until you do you at least have transport to get you in to work and back." I was thrilled with the Vespa, even if I did get a car later the moped was seriously economical transport, with no parking issues, a lot of the guys that I knew had kept their mopeds or scooters long after getting themselves cars. 

It was a nice day and we all spent time in the pool, except for Emma. Couldn't help noticing how great both Mum and Maggie looked in their bathing costumes and had to make a serious effort not to be caught watching them. They both looked seriously sexy, and because they were twins it was impossible to feel horny about one of them without feeling the same about the other. I probably should have felt guilty or something getting turned on by my aunt and my mother, but I seriously thought that they were the most attractive women present, probably anywhere.

There were barbequed burgers and beer and wine, and I think all the adults, my self included got just a little pissed, Mum got totally rat-arsed and surprised everyone, I knew she sometimes got quietly wasted at home but this was the first time she had done it in company. Emma was normal for Emma, she got really uptight and started screaming at Mum, calling her a piss-head who had driven Dad away, then as usual burst into tears and ran off and spent the rest of the evening sitting on a bench at the far end of the garden. 

I had a discreet chat with Maggie about Mum. "She is drinking too much and seems so unhappy all the time; I don't know what to do."

"She is just very tired, she works terribly long hours at the hospital you know, added to which she is still struggling to pay of your fathers debts and is terrified that he will come back and the whole cycle will start over. The only thing that you can do really is just be there for her, to understand what she is going through."

Later, when we got home, Emma just stumped off up to her room with hardly a word and I made coffees and sat beside Mum on the settee. She was near enough sober now and looked a little sheepish. I sat very close and put my arm around her shoulders comfortingly.

"You do know that I am ALWAYS here for you, don't you?" I said softly. I could feel the slight quivering of her body that told me she was silently crying, and put my finger against her chin and turned her face towards me. She was so lovely. I could see a small tear starting to trickle down her cheek and instinctively just kissed it away the way that she had done to us when we were children. "I love you, Mum." 

"Thank you, my darling," She whispered. "Don't know what I would have done without you, you are not just my terribly grown up and supportive son, you are my best friend as well, you know? That means everything to me."


The Touch Ch. 01



I hugged her to me and we sat for over an hour on the couch, not saying anything, my arm around her; her head resting on my shoulder and my face pressed against her soft hair my nose filled with the erotic perfume of the shampoo. I didn't dare to move as the closeness was making me seriously horny and I didn't want her to discover the erection that was filling my jeans. 

Eventually we gave each other a hug and a kiss on the cheek and made our way to our own rooms. I was determined that I would try to make more time for her, perhaps try to sit with her for a little while in the evening after Emma had gone to bed. I wasn't sure whether it was to be supportive or because I found being with her totally erotic. 

In the end I decided that it must be a bad case of raging male hormones, I seriously needed to get myself laid sometime soon.

The rest of that summer was pretty good. I passed the theory part of my C&G course and was taking more responsibility for work at the garden centre. Business had really picked up and we now had additional help as Maggie had taken on six more temporary staff for the summer, three blokes in their twenties from the technical college doing similar courses to me and three girl university students on summer break. I got on well enough with the other men and mucked about with the girls, they obviously found me attractive and I was more than willing to play up to their attentions and they teased and flirted with me constantly. The girls and I usually hung out together during our breaks and at lunchtime and would joke and mess around and sometimes meet up in the evening at a nearby pub.

Alice was the oldest, she was twenty and training to be a teacher but acted the big kid most of the time just like the rest of us. She was as tall as me, with short blonde hair, a good figure and terrific breasts that kept me absolutely transfixed. She had a boyfriend away at university somewhere but that did not stop her flirting with me, her favourite trick was to come up behind me and push those fantastic tits against my back, wait long enough for me to start to become aroused and then bounce off laughing. 

Debbie and Joanna were close friends, both first year students at Cardiff, and both shorter than me, with longish dark hair, but where Debbie was plump and giggly with a really crude sense of humour and an infectious laugh, Joanna was the exact opposite. She was shy and very slim with hardly noticeable breasts but terrific legs just made for wearing very short shorts, and always wore her hair in a pony tail at work which bobbed tantalisingly behind her when she walked or flicked from side to side if she ran or jogged. 

Like most teenage lads my thoughts were constantly about girls and sex but I was not at all interested in having a regular girlfriend. I wasn't technically a virgin, it just felt that way, I wasn't sure if you could count a handful of super quick, fully clothed, knee tremblers against a tree over on the golf course with Sharon, the local bike. Anyway, most of the totty around here already had boyfriends, or were looking for a promise of lifetime commitment before they would come across. I can't believe now that the three girls and me spent so much time together that summer and it wasn't until the middle of September that I finally plucked up the courage to make my move. I suppose you might think that with three attractive, unattached, girls available I was spoiled for choice, but the truth was that although all three had featured strongly in my masturbation fantasies, I didn't have the balls to ask any one of them out on a solo date. 

In the end my dilemma was brought to a head by Alice announcing that she was leaving to prepare for moving to St. Andrew's University next week and I knew I would probably never see her again after that day. It was just after eight and we were all standing in the staff locker room as it was leaving off time and we had just changed to go home. To make it worse she looked totally sexy that evening, it was her day off and she had just called in to say goodbye and was dressed in skin tight lemon pants and a white cotton halter top. I could see that she was not wearing a bra and those fabulous breasts were straining against her top making the large erect nipples into tempting dark protrusions easily visible through the thin fabric. 

Just the sight of her made me feel horny as hell and I quickly scooped up a magazine and tried to appear casual as I held it in front of me to cover the instant erection that I was convinced must be visible to everybody present. To my relief none of the others seemed to notice and one by one they said their good-byes to Alice and left to go home whilst I lingered at the rear pretending to fiddle with the coffee maker until they were all gone and Alice and I were alone. It was my turn to stay back and clear up. Jack would have let the other staff out by the main gate and locked up, but Maggie had given me the key to the smaller side gate months ago.

"Sooo....Jamie?" her words were soft and dripping with erotic huskiness and I could feel her coming up closer behind me, "Are you going to give me a good-bye kiss then?"

I could tell she was in a teasing mood, but I was totally paralysed, my hands were pressing onto the top of the kitchen unit to stop them trembling and my erect prick was pushed hard against the cabinet door, I didn't dare turn around because I was convinced that just the sight of her would cause me to erupt instantly inside my jeans. Then those tits pushed into my back and I could feel the hard nipples hot and burning through my t-shirt and I couldn't stand it any longer, I forced myself round to face her. Her breasts were now pressed against my chest and my cock was hard against her thigh, there was no way that she could be in any doubt as to my level of arousal. Our lips were just a couple of inches apart so I leaned forward and kissed her full on. Her lips parted and our tongues touched lightly and suddenly my hands were on her breasts, my thumbs caressing those fantastic nipples. 

Then it all went wrong. I felt her hands come up and push mine out and away from her breasts and then come in to rest on my chest holding me at arms length. "Slow down, Jamie" she said firmly, "you are a great guy, and I am sure you are probably a fantastic shag....but.." she let out a deep sexy sigh, " but...I am away to Scotland in a few days and the last thing I need now is a relationship which is going nowhere, sorry love!" 

I was embarrassed, disappointed and annoyed all at once and totally lost for words, I just made a inane whining sound which tapered into a mumbled, "OK". 

I felt totally stupid for expecting a good looking, 20 year old woman who already had a boyfriend, to be up for it with me. To her it had all been a bit of fun, just flirting with a mate.

She turned and walked briskly out of the door into the yard, and I suddenly found myself chasing after her. I caught up with her at the gate. "You can't get out this way," I panted, "this gate is locked. I will have to let you out by the side gate." I turned and started to walk down the path that led through the area containing our selection of greenhouses, cold frames and sheds towards the other gate. Alice's footsteps crunched on the gravel and she caught up, thrusting her arm through mine, squeezing it, her breast pressing tight against my bicep.

"Are friends again now?" I asked, trying hard not to sound miffed or hurt.

"Of course we are," she said, stopping and turning towards me. She placed her palm gently on my cheek, it felt to me like warm velvet, soft and sexy. "I really do like you a lot, Jamie....you do understand why we can't hook up, don't you?"

Now I felt like a total arse-hole. I could hardly tell her, that I wasn't looking for a long term thing either, and even though I liked her a lot, I really just wanted to get laid. We were almost at the gate and I decided that I had to let it pass and just say good-bye, "Yeah, fine, I'm cool with that," I replied, then I inwardly cringed as I heard myself saying, "do I still get that goodbye kiss then?"

Alice did not say anything. She just smiled, stepped up and pressed her lips to mine. Her mouth was soft, warm and moist.....it was a real snogger's kiss, our tongues touched and probed and I slipped my right arm around her waist and pulled her closer. This time she did not resist. I ran the fingers of my left hand up her spine to the bare flesh of the back of her neck above her collar and gently ruffled the soft short hairs at the nape of her neck, and then it happened........

WHAM! It was like a sort of mild electric shock, starting with a tingling in the tips of my fingers where they were touching Alice's bare neck then a spreading, prickly warmth through my body centring at my bollocks and knob. This sensation lasted no more than maybe two or three seconds but left me feeling seriously randy. 

The really amazing thing was, what ever had caused this lightening thrill had also affected Alice. We were still clamped together in a deep kiss, but she suddenly seemed to slump a little, her body just seemed to go slightly limp and she made a little throaty moan and threw her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth even harder onto hers and I felt her tongue probing hard for my throat. The unexpected shift of weight over balanced me slightly and we broke apart although her arms stayed around my neck and my hands slipped down to cup her buttocks, pressing her crotch firmly against by second big erection of the evening. 

I looked into her face and in the light of the setting sun her cheeks looked a little flushed, her eyes were slightly misty and her lips moist and apart, her breath coming in tiny gasps, causing her chest to rise and fall, her nipples brushing gently against my shirt. There was no doubt about it; she was getting pretty horny too. I pulled her tight against me. My every thought and sensation seemed to be centred on Alice's hot, demanding mouth and my rock hard prick pressed against her crotch. I was running my hands lightly up and down her back and without thinking pushed my fingers up into her hairline gently massaging the back of her neck. She went crazy, throwing her whole weight into her arms dragging me even closer into her. Her hips were making little swirling, thrusting motions causing my cock to roll back and forth inside my jeans and she hooked one leg around my thigh as if preparing to climb up my body, my balls felt as if they were going to burst and I was desperately trying to focus all my willpower to prevent shooting my load there and then. 

For several minutes we just stood there on the path by the gate, swaying and locked into the most fantastic deep throat kiss that I had ever experienced. I had dated and kissed other girls my own age but this was different. This was hot and wild and totally out of control.

Eventually we were forced to come up for air, all that I could think to say was "WOW!" We were still clinging together but Alice had rested her forehead on my shoulder and had her eyes closed. "What now?" I asked tentatively, my mind wasn't really working that well and I grasped at the first thing that came into my head, "We could go to the pub for a drink......do you fancy that?"

She didn't move or even open her eyes. "No, I don't want a bloody drink!" I couldn't tell from her tone whether she was angry, insulted or amused. Her hand slid down my chest and came to a stop gently holding my prick through the fabric of my jeans, causing me to gasp in surprise. "What I want is to go some place private where we can do something with this," she gave my stiffy another small squeeze, "we can't go to my place my parents will be home..." she added, "so what about your house?"

"Shit, shit, SHIT!" I thought, "Of all the lousy, fucking, bad luck, I finally get to touchdown and nowhere to go." I told her. Mum was on night shift and would still be at home with Emma, so my house was out of the question. My mind raced, looking for options, I really did not believe that Alice was the sort of girl who would be up for a knee trembler in full view of the road against one of the sheds no matter how horny she was feeling. Then suddenly the penny dropped. THE SHEDS! The garden centre had a range of demo sheds and garden buildings standing right here around us, and the deluxe summer house was fully fitted out with display chairs, tables and sun bathing loungers. 

"Come on!" I crowed, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the demo garden house a couple of rows down. I knew that it would not be locked; the security fence and flood lights were enough to deter most intruders. As we approached the cabin, Alice cottoned on to my intention and leapt past me to throw open the door. By the time I got inside and closed the door she was already pulling the thick, full length padded, cushions from the sun loungers and throwing them onto the floor to make a sort of bed. There was a large picnic blanket on the table and I used it to cover the cushions. The flood light by the perimeter fence shone obliquely through the windows giving enough light to see reasonable well and the door and windows faced away from the street so we could not be overlooked. 

I started to say something but stopped without uttering a sound, Alice had already stripped off her top and was stepping towards me with those fantastic tits bared and bouncing with each step, her large nipples pale brown, hard and pointed. It could only have taken two seconds for her to reach me, but when I replay that moment in my mind it seems like a full length movie, I can recall every detail of those breasts, the bra shaped whiteness where her sun tan stopped. Her short blonde hair was ruffled and wild where she had pulled her top over her head. 

Then she was right in front of me grabbing my t-shirt with both hands and yanking it up over my head, the neck caught and it felt as if my nose had been torn from my face, but I didn't care, her tits were now pressed against my bare chest and I could feel her hands fumbling with the buckle of my belt, it came free and she tore at the top of my jeans, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and pushed down. I was suddenly aware that I had yet another erection which was now swinging free as she slowly pushed my jeans and pants down my thighs, softly kissing and nibbling at my chest as she lowered herself down as well, until my prick was neatly parked between her tits and my jeans were around my ankles. She slapped at my calf to make me raise my foot and pulled off my trainer, sock and one side of the jeans, then did the same the other side so that I stood there totally naked, 

She knelt in front of me and ran her hands up my thighs until they came to my dick which she grasped with both hands, and gently started to massage up and down the length of my erection. Suddenly, I felt her mouth close around the tip of my tool, Alice was sucking my cock! I was getting a blow-job! I started to groan softly and rested my hands on her shoulders as I pushed forward slightly trying to thrust into her mouth but she held me back and just gently ran her tongue around my penis cap and flicked the tip of her tongue into the highly sensitive eye of the snake. I thought that I was going to explode, and remember thinking that I should warn her, she did it again and I really no longer cared, the whole universe had condensed down to the sensation at the tip of my cock. I tried to hold back but her hand slid up my length gently squeezing at the base of the cap. I could no longer restrain myself, and felt my prick release in a long stream.

I heard Alice gasp, "Yes, yes, good boy, come for Alice!" as she jerked her head swiftly to one side so that my ejaculation rocketed into an unseen area of the cabin, just missing her face and shoulder. My final spasm leaked over her hand and she reached into her pants pocket and came up with a tissue which she used to wipe her hand and the end of my prick. My erection was already starting to sag but I didn't care, I knew that I could get it back again harder than ever because I desperately wanted to fuck this gorgeous creature who had just given me the best minutes of my life so far. 

Alice was standing up and I saw that somehow she had wriggled out of her pants and was as naked as me. "Come on," she said "we haven't started yet, you've had some fun now I want mine!" She took my hand and led me the two steps to our makeshift bed and pulled me down beside her. 

I started to kiss her neck, poking my tongue into that little hollow at the base of the throat, then, just to experiment with a wild theory that was forming in my mind brought my hand up to gently massage the back of her neck and the hair line again the way I had by the gate. It still took me by surprise when she almost instantly reacted to my touch. She let out a loud moan, her back arched, and her hips jerked upwards, her pussy humping forwards in little thrusting motions. She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me over her, her mouth locking onto mine, and her tongue probing and seeking in my mouth for what seemed an eternity that left me breathless.

I ran my left hand between her breasts and down her over her belly making little swirling motions with the tips of my fingers until I reached her smoothly shaved pussy and cupped my hand over the entrance to her inner temple. 

"Yes, come on, do it!" she moaned, her crotch was still making little jerking movements as if trying to force her hot wet slash over my fingers, "I need it soooooo.. much, make me cum....please!"

I kept my hand there, clutching her pussy and rolled a bit further over pushing my left knee over hers so that I was laying half on top of her. This was the first time that I had had a girl naked and full length beneath me. I thought of trying to imitate things that I had read about or seen pictures of in porn magazines, but mostly what was going on was purely instinctive and just felt right. I moved my right hand up to gently roll the nipple of her left breast which caused her to start with tiny whimpering noises and thrust even harder against my other hand.

Those terrific tits were firm with excitement, the nipples hard and erect and I started to kiss and nibble around them, gently dragging the tip of my tongue around the aureolas, then down around the whole breast, moving on to her ribs and stomach until I came to the place where my other hand rested covering her sex. I had read about oral sex but was unsure about it so I moved back up to kiss her on the mouth again but explored with my left hand until my fingers found her clit. 

Her pussy was hot and wet and I slowly pushed in two fingers, which caused her to cry out and thrust hard against my hand. I drew the moist fingers back and started to gently rub her clit, catching the little butter ball between my fingers and squeezing, then rubbing my fingers around her pussy lips, then back to her clit again. Alice was making soft, low, moaning noises in her throat and thrusting her tongue around my mouth in time with the movement of my fingers in her slit. 

Then suddenly she was cumming. Her whole body shuddered, she thrust her pussy hard against my fingers and her hand came down to press them deep inside her. Her head was thrown back, her eyes wide open as if in amazement, she make a small scream and then between the gasps, "Yes, Yes, Yeees! I'm cumming! Don't stop, Ooooooooh!" She shuddered again and then lay still, her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling as she made little soft panting noises. 

I didn't stop. I continued to move my fingers in and out of her pussy then up and back to her clit gently rubbing and caressing, in little circular motions. She just laid there, then after about a minute, her eyes snapped open, "Oh, my god.....Oh yes," she panted, "I'm going to cum again.....Oh yes! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" She let out another gasp, quivered and then went limp again, her breath coming in tiny sighs, her mouth slightly open with the tip of her tongue just showing between her lips. 




The Touch Ch. 01



We lay like that for two or three minutes. I was half on top of her my erection pressed hard against her thigh and her arms around me, I could feel the tips of her finger nails gently scratching at my back. "Are you OK?" I whispered in her ear.

"Oh yes, I'm fine," she murmured, "I just didn't expect to cum that quickly or that hard." She moved her leg and twisted her body so that I had no choice but to either climb completely on top of her or get off. I choose the first. My prick was pressed against her Mound of Venus and I could feel the hot wetness of her pussy against my balls, the most erotic sensation I had ever had. I placed my hands either side of her chest to take the weight off of her body but she put her arms around my neck and pulled me back down, our cheeks side by side and whispered in my ear, "Fuck me! Fuck me, NOW!"

I started to mumble something incoherent about not having a condom, but then her hand was grasping the base of my prick, pushing down against the force of my erection and sliding the tip between her pussy lips. I couldn't hold back any longer and thrust forward, digging my knees hard into cushion below us. Alice pushed upwards with her hips and suddenly I was completely enveloped in her hot, moist tunnel. She shuddered slightly beneath me and let out a deep sigh of pleasure, then clamped her legs tightly around mine and started to rock backwards and forwards around my jutting rod. I was held tight and could not move! "Christ!", I thought, "I'm not fucking her.......she's fucking me!" But, what the hell, it was fantastic. Suddenly, the whole world seemed to erupt in a volcano of sensation and pleasure and I felt myself ejaculating hard into her, it seemed last for ever and then we were both lying panting and laughing still locked together. I don't know if Alice had cum again, but I felt my prick begin to soften and rolled away to lie beside her, my hand gently caressing her breast. 

Suddenly I awoke with a start, we must have both fallen asleep, I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the mouth, she opened her eyes, smiled and put her arms round my neck and started to pull me down on top of her again. 

We did not talk a lot that evening, but we did make love, have sex.....whatever, twice more, much slower and for much longer, before falling asleep again. When I next glanced at my watch it was 12.15, we had been shagging for over four hours. I gently shook Alice to wake her. She opened her eyes, her face looked soft and flushed and her lips looked puffy and a bit bruised...probably mine were the same! 

"Have you got a cigarette?" she murmured. I hadn't even realised that she smoked. 

"Yes." I replied, "There are some in my jacket back in the locker room." I suddenly realised that the shop and staff room were still unlocked; I had not finished closing up. 

Alice started to pull on her trousers, stuffing her panties into the pocket, then pulled her top over those gorgeous boobs. I just sat there watching her. "Come on," she smiled, "get dressed and let's go and find those fags, and you can call me a taxi from the office." 

I quickly pulled my jeans and t-shirt on and pushed my bare feet into my trainers, my boxers and socks were nowhere in sight. We walked back to the admin building keeping to the grass verge so that we did not make a noise on the gravel. I got each of us a can of Coke from the gift shop, called a cab to pick Alice up from the main road, and we crept out of the side gate and waited by the road smoking and just making silly irrelevant, small talk. After about 10 minutes we saw headlights turning into the end of the road and guessed that it was the taxi. I felt a bit awkward, but Alice seemed happy and good with what had happened. The cab pulled up and stopped, I opened the door for her, "Will I see you again before you leave?" I asked, a little sheepishly.

"No." she said firmly. She turned and started to get into the car, then stopped and came back, clasped my face between her hands and kissed me quickly on the lips. "It was great!" she whispered in my ear, "the best shag, ever!" She spun round and quickly got into the cab, and banged the door. I stood and watched the tail lights disappear around the corner. 

I walked back to the summer house and tidied up as best I could and retrieved my boxers and one sock. I never did find the other one. I felt absolutely knackered, my legs were rubbery, my lips felt bruised and bitten and I knew I had deep scratches down my back even if I couldn't see them. I really did not think that I was up to riding the moped, so I settled down on one of the sun loungers in the summer house and dozed until dawn and then drove home. 

Mum was not yet home from work and Emma was still asleep so I quickly laid out the breakfast things in the kitchen, dived into the downstairs bathroom for a quick shower and shave, changed into a clean t-shirt and underwear and went straight out again, they wouldn't even know that I had spent the night out. It was full daylight by the time I got back to the garden centre. Nobody would question me being in early, I did it all the time. After making a second check to ensure that everything in the staff room and the summer house looked normal, I made some coffee and sat outside with a fag, thinking about Alice and the previous evening's adventure. 

I realised that I would probably never see Alice again, but I also realised that I did not really care that much, I was not in love with her or anything, she was nice, I liked her a lot and we had spent a fantastic evening together but that was it. I will never forget her, she was my first real woman and as Alice put it herself, "the best shag ever!" I was told by somebody, some years later that she was teaching somewhere up north and had married that guy she was at university with.

What really stayed with me and occupied my thoughts all that day was the weird thing that had happened when I had touched the nape of her neck with my fingers. That sudden erotic switch-on that had happen for both of us and for her in particular, not just once but three times! I had never heard of any girl getting so randy so fast. Had I imagined the whole thing? Was it something special just about Alice, or was it something that I had done to her without knowing it, and why was it that a girl who had been walking away suddenly got so turned on and had delivered the most fantastic sex of my life? 

What I did know, was, that if it was something that could be repeated then I was going to try it again, and if it worked on other girls then getting shagged could be like plucking flowers in a garden.



The Touch Ch. 02



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Chapter 2: Alfresco with Sharon 

Whatever had happened that night between me and Alice had a profound and lasting effect on my life from that day onwards. For the next few weeks I became mentally and bodily obsessed with sex. Getting laid dominated my thoughts night and day. It became a real struggle at first to concentrate on my work at the garden centre when Debbie and Joanna were around and even harder on the days that I was at college and surrounded by dozens of girls and young women. My sexual awareness was still very elevated and I had taken to masturbating in the shower nearly every night. The fantasies guiding my good right hand, ranged from girls and women that I knew well, to complete strangers who had simply passed me in the street but were attractive, or had a good figure or a tight bum, or perhaps a sexy walk. 

The worst times were when I was alone at work with the girls, or an attractive female customer, or even Auntie Maggie. I would find myself discreetly watching their tits, legs, or arses, and fantasising about what they would be like in the sack. My prick seemed to have developed a life of its own, suddenly springing erect at the most inconvenient moments for the most trivial of reasons so that I was forever looking for ways to hide the bulge in my trousers, or dash off to the can to take a piss, which was the most effective way to kill an erection, it felt adolescent and embarrassing. I began to suspect that Maggie had noticed a couple of times and old Jack had passed a few comments about weak bladders.

As days rolled past I became less sure about my theory of possessing some special power to arouse women, but the idea was still there in the back of my mind and I knew that sooner or later I would have to put it to the test. 

In the end I knew that I just had to have a shag to relieve the tension. I went looking for Sharon 'The Bike' Cooper; I found her hanging out in the King's Head pub as usual, sitting at the bar with a vodka and lime, and munching crisps. All the boys knew Sharon, and most of us had screwed her a few times; despite being older she had always been into 6th formers and had probably taken the virginity of half the school over the years. I had taken to looking her up every couple of months or so if I was feeling horny. 

She must have been about 23 or 24 then, perhaps even older, and for as long as I could remember, had dressed in black leather mini skirts, vivid coloured blouses, black patent, high heeled knee boots , and what looked to be the same, short, fun fur jacket. She was short, only about 5'3" in her high heels. Her make-up was always too bright, and her hair was bleached blonde, waist length, and held up with one of those comb things at the back. She had a generous figure and one of my mates who reckoned that he knew these things told me once that she was a g-cup bra size. She was probably what my mother would have called blowsy, but I had always thought she was quite pretty. 

Despite her reputation as a good time girl, Sharon was a clean screw; there had never been any talk of her giving boys the clap, as they said about some girls who were known to have round heels. She was a ladies hairdresser at a shop in town but lived over on the council estate with a father who regularly gave her and her mother a good beating and so Sharon spent most of her time hanging around the pubs in the centre of Salisbury. 

I liked Sharon; she had been kind to me when I needed it, after Dad left, a willing and sympathetic listener. She never did anybody any harm and was always willing to provide a quick shag, 'slam...bang.... thank you ma-am', as the Yanks used to say and she never asked for anything in return. Except, that is, for a couple of drinks before sex, a bag of chips after sex, and that you provided the condom. 

I think she was just a desperately hurt and lonely woman who found some sort of closeness and comfort in the boys who came to her to satisfy their lust. I cannot ever remember her having a regular boyfriend although she sometimes brought guys to the discos held in the city centre, but always a different one each date. 

That evening she didn't have a bloke in tow so we sat in the bar and chatted until it was dark outside. Sharon seemed sad at first that night, a bit depressed, and I began to feel a little guilty about wanting to just use her, but she seemed to settle down to her normal cheerful self after a couple of drinks. We played our usual game of words, she said that she ought to be going, and I suggested I walk her back to the housing estate, past the heath, but we both knew what was going down once we reached the woods at the end of the golf course. It certainly was not the fastest way to where she lived; it was just a game we played to make the sex a little less clinical. I slipped into the Gents and bought a packet of Durex from the machine, and then we left.

Sharon had a number of favourite spots in the wood where she went with boys, according to what the weather was like and how dark it was. Tonight it was fully dark, but the weather was mild and the day had been dry and we were behind a big old cedar tree. I could identify all the different trees now by their leaves, bark and shape. I don't think any of the lads had ever seen Sharon totally naked or shagged her lying down. She would open her blouse and let you push up her bra, but always kept that leather skirt and the boots on, and always did it standing up. Perhaps, because it was nearly always in the open air and she didn't want to get her gear wet or dirty, I don't know and I never asked. 

As usual, we were standing so that she had her back to the tree trunk and I was leaning on the tree with my hands either side of her head. We had kissed a bit coming through the woods and had just started to snog seriously; she always liked to begin that way. It was not the deep, hot, passionate kissing that I had shared with Alice but I still felt my sap start to rise and the twig was starting to become a tree trunk. Without taking my mouth from hers, I moved my hands down and unbuttoned the front of her blouse. I could feel that she was wearing a lacy, low cut, bra. She reached between my hands and unfastened a hook at the front. The cups of the bra dropped to the side and her generous tits swung gently outwards so that they settled either side of my ribcage, and I pushed the bottom of my t-shirt up so that I could feel the warmth of them against my bare body. I broke away from the kiss so that I could look down and saw that the bra was bright red, matching her blouse.

Her breasts were larger than I remembered and the nipples were quite small but very dark. I squeezed both gently and then rolled them between the thumbs and fingers of both hands and felt them swell and become hard. My prick followed suit and I pushed my trapped erection against her stomach, then reached down with both hands and started to push her skirt up her thighs until it was rolled about her waist. I felt for her crotch and found that she was not wearing any panties. I guessed she had taken them off in the Ladies at the pub; that was our Sharon, just like a boy scout, always prepared. 

She tilted her face upwards, the top of her head only reached my chin, she looked sad again, pensive, and I asked her if she was OK. She nodded, "None of the boys ever try to make it good for me any more," she whispered. There was a slight catch in her voice, "They just want to fuck and go." I thought I saw a tiny tear forming in the corner of her eye, but she looked down and I could not be sure. I guessed that something had happened before we met up to upset or hurt her.

The other times that I had been with Sharon, I had never really got into fore play with her, just a few minutes snog then straight into energetic shagging. The knee trembler is definitely not the most comfortable sexual position, and shagging outside means that you need to keep one ear open for dog walkers and the like who also use the woods. Normally by now I would have been pumping away like a steam engine so that I could shoot my load and get my trousers back on. That's what you did when you were with a girl like Sharon. 

Tonight was different somehow, this time Sharon seemed vulnerable and fragile, a side of her that I had never seen or looked for before and I felt that she deserved better. At the very least I thought she deserved a decent shag in part payment for all the quickies she had handed out in the past. A picture flashed through my mind of Alice going off like a rocket and I knew that this was the time to try out my theory....perhaps it would work, perhaps not but either way neither Sharon or me had anything to loose. 

Sharon did not shave her snatch and the tips of my fingers roamed though her soft bush, which I knew from previous experience was dark brown, she was not a natural blonde. I probed for the lips of her vagina and inserted two fingers. It seemed quite dry, but I had read about what to do; I removed my fingers and brought them up to my mouth and sucked them to make them moist. They were flavoured with the musky sex odours from her pussy which I found a real turn on. I brought them back to her crotch and gently started to lubricate the inside of the pussy lips and around her clit, repeating the finger sucking exercise until I was happy with the moistness of her pussy and could feel her clit starting to swell as I rubbed around it in little circles. 

"Oh yes," she moaned, "just keep doing that, it's really nice." She had surprised me, I had never known Sharon to talk or even make much of a noise during sex. She started to rotate her hips in response to my finger movements, my fingers moving clockwise and her pussy being rolled gently in the opposite direction. I felt that I really did want to please this sad, tender woman and kept my fingers moving in her slit whilst kissing her face and lips, listening to her tiny soft sighs of pleasure and tasting the salty moisture of the little tears that kept forming in the corner of her eye. 

I felt my erection start to weaken but then her hand was there, pulling at my belt and popping open the fly buttons on my jeans. She pushed my jeans down a bit and reached into my boxers drawing my prick out through the fly opening and running her hand expertly up and down the length until the full, rigid erection had been restored. I knew what was coming next; this was my favourite part of sex with Sharon. Using my free hand I fumbled to find my jeans pocket and managed to free one of the condoms which I pressed into her hand. I placed my hands on her shoulders and just stood with my chin lodged on the top of her head and my eyes closed, whilst she expertly opened the foil and teased out the rubber, then slowly and gently ease the condom over the swollen head of my penis and down the shaft. Her fingers felt like the touch of butterfly wings as she smoothed the latex in soft caressing sweeps. I have never known anybody else who could produce such an erotic experience out of pulling on a rubber.

Sharon still had hold of my cock and guided it towards her pussy. My chin slipped from the top of her head as she stood on tip toes to try to tuck me into her, I bent my knees slightly and felt my shaft slip smoothly into her love pocket. I straightened up and slid all the way in, the pubic hairs at the base of my cock pressing against her clit and causing her to make a small gasp, then started to slowly hump, every upward thrust pushing her up onto her toes. 

My arms were on either side of Sharon's head with my hands braced against the tree trunk so I shifted my feet slightly to re-balance and slid my left hand under her blouse to rest on the joint of her shoulder and throat, and started to massage the back of her neck with my finger tips at the hairline beneath all that flowing blonde hair.

Nothing appeared to happen, there was no electric shock or tingling sensation and we were still just slowly humping. I was disappointed. I bent my head and started to nuzzle Sharon's neck on the other side and without really realising it increased the pressure and speed of my finger massage. 

Then I started to notice a change in her, she was making tiny, whispery, panting noises, her lips were slightly open and she was lightly chewing at her bottom lip. Her arms which were round my neck started to tighten and her hips began to push back against my thrusts. I increased the finger pressure and started to blow warm breaths along her neck and gently over her ear. She began murmuring in my ear, "Please, Jamie....Please...Please....." Just that, nothing else "Please....Please....Please!" Then suddenly her arms locked tightly around my neck and she threw her whole weight onto them hauling her small body up mine until our lips met. Her feet were off the ground and I felt her bring her knees up and hook them over my hips, those long patent boots were squeezed around my waist. I was a strong active lad and she was only small but she nearly over balanced me so I clung onto her tightly and shuffled round so that my shoulders were now supported against the tree trunk. 

Our lips met and she kissed me hard and long, her mouth and lips were firm and her tongue flickered really fast around my mouth and over my teeth. I never remember Sharon really kissing during intercourse, or actually taking much of an active part at all, she was what some would describe as a passive lay, a girl who usually just stood there and took it. Our lips parted and she hauled herself even higher so that I was frantically trying to keep my tool in contact with her pussy. Only the very tip of my prick was still inside her and was in danger of slipping out any second but it was a really erotic sensation. Then suddenly she slammed downward, impaling herself hard onto my erection. My mouth fell open and I gasped for air. 

Her face was a just few inches away from mine, she was smiling and I could just see the tip of her tongue flicking back and forth across her top tip. Her long hair had come loose and was cascading down her back and over her shoulders hanging between us, and her eyes were wide and sparkling. It was the first time that I had noticed that they were not blue but a bright green. She probably looked a mess, her lipstick was smudged and so was her eye make-up and her normally, carefully brushed and combed hair hung in a pale cloud, but at that moment I thought she looked prettier than I had ever seen her.

I moved my hands to grasp her buttocks below the rolled up, leather skirt. I was supporting Sharon's entire weight, partly by her legs wrapped around my waist, but mostly she was being held suspended by my prick rammed hard in her tube like a muscular anchor bolt. That downward pressure combined with the way she had impaled herself with force onto me, had produced the hardest, hard-on I had ever had, my prick felt as if it was made of oak, and was a foot long and six inches round and was so engorged with blood that it was throbbing. She looked into my eyes and said softly, "I want you, Jamie..... I want it to be special and personal and just for me!" I didn't really understand what she was on about at that time, I thought that I was already filling her to the extent of my ability, so to speak, so I just smiled and nodded.

She pushed down on my hips with her thighs and raised herself up then released her grip around my neck so that I was now supporting her just by my hands beneath her buttocks. Her upper body swung back slightly and my prick slipped out of her, but her hand snaked down and grabbed it, then gently peeled away the moist condom and dropped it to the ground. She reinserted the tip back into her hot, tight, pussy. I didn't care what she was doing, nothing could have stopped me now, I lowered her back down over the full length of my erection. Sharon put her arms back around my neck, crossed her ankles behind my waist, and started to move herself up and down on my shaft in little jerks, probably no more than an inch at a time. She was making those little panting sounds again, her head was tilted backwards and her eyes were tightly closed. We stayed like that for several minutes just fucking slowly and gently. A couple of times she seemed to pause and catch her breath, and I was not sure if she was silently cumming. Her pussy was incredibly hot and tight and moist around my swollen prick. I knew that I needed to release and knew that it would be soon, I just couldn't hold on any longer, so I took a firm hold of her waist and started to slide her up and down on my shaft, only thrusting at the last inch. Suddenly without warning she spasmed, her pussy seemed to clench and ripple around my prick and I thrust hard upwards as she let out a long throaty moan and pushed herself down. I couldn't hold back any longer and my load gushed into her. I felt Sharon going limp at the same time that my knees started to go rubbery and give out, but managed to stay upright and wedged my shoulders back against the tree trunk for support. We stayed there, leaning against the tree for almost ten, long minutes, my softening dick was still inside her and her legs were wrapped around my waist, gently nuzzling at each others necks and faces. Eventually my legs started to quiver with the effort of holding her up for so long and I lowered her to the ground. 

We straightened our clothes, and I fished into my pocket and found a clean handkerchief which I gave her to dab my jiz from her pussy and thighs, I had made quite a mess. The front of my boxers felt damp and sticky as well but I didn't care.

"Sorry...." I started, but she pressed her finger tips against my lips to stop me then raised herself up on her toes to kiss me soft and long on the mouth.

"Thank you," she whispered. I wasn't sure for what, but I noticed a small tear starting in the corner of her eye and wiped it away with my thumb. I stepped in and put my arms around her and we stood like that for a few more minutes.

The suddenly the closeness that comes after sex was gone, and she was the same old Sharon again, "I'd better be going then," she chirruped. She turned my wrist and looked at my watch, "It's nearly ten.....if we start back to town now, I can get another drink before last orders are called." She moved off down the uneven trail through the trees, wobbling slightly on her high heels, "Come on then!" she called lightly over her shoulder and I ran to catch up with her. We hardly said a word on the walk back to the town centre, but she put her arm through mine and hugged it tightly nearly all the way. 

We got to the King's Head and stopped beneath the archway to the car park and Sharon turned to me, "Don't come in," she said, "what happened tonight was good, you were kind, and caring and gentle and I love you for that. I had forgotten that sex could be something more than just fucking out of loneliness." I started to interrupt but she wouldn't let me, "Something happened between us that was really special, I haven't let a boy make me cum since I don't know when and I wanted it so much tonight; I am so glad it was you, Jamie, but I don't think you should come looking for me for a while.....I need to get my head straight about what happened and I don't think I could do that if you are about." She saw the expression on my face and added, "We will see each other again, love...I promise...but not just yet, eh!"

She pulled my head down and gave me a light kiss on the lips then pushed away without another word and ran to the door of the pub. I stood staring at the closed door thinking about the last couple of hours until my thoughts were interrupted by a noisy drunk staggering out of the pub and off down the road. 




The Touch Ch. 02



I collected my moped from the pub car park and started to ride home but stopped after about a mile and just sat at the side of the road smoking and thinking. I had gone looking for Sharon just to get a quick shag for the price of a couple of drinks, but it had developed into something far more than that. The screw with Sharon had been phenomenal but more importantly I now seriously believed that I was capable to triggering an almost uncontrollable sexual response in women with just a touch. 

Whilst the fucking had been fantastic with both Alice and Sharon, I was starting to realise that there could be drawbacks. If I was not careful, because the sex was so intense, I could find myself drawn into serious emotional attachments with who ever I was screwing. Also, whilst under the influence of this provoked desire or surrender, or whatever it was, girls seem to throw away all caution and restraint, which could have bad consequences; In the last month I had just had unprotected sex with two different women, the last thing I needed now was to get a girl pregnant. 

I seriously had to firm up and take a harder line, no relationships, no emotional attachments....girls are for fucking, not loving. It needed to be all about the sex and nothing else. 



The Touch Ch. 03



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Chapter 3. Dating Debbie

I felt a lot more relaxed after my time with Sharon; it's amazing what a seriously good shag can do to put the world to rights, although the next morning I was knackered and my cock felt as if it had been wrung out. The intensity of the desires and urges started to taper off and the whole situation became more manageable. The emotional backlash that seemed to follow these intense sexual encounters, wore off after only a few hours and already I was starting to anticipate my next experience. 

By the end of September the summer rush was over and things had slowed down at the garden centre although I was still spending most of my time there. Maggie seemed to be pleased with my progress and gave me a hike in salary and Jack told me that I had a genuine talent for gardening. It was true that I did have the knack for making things grow and was developing some simple skills in the art of garden design under Maggie's tuition and she had even taken me with her to a couple of times when she went to client's houses to advise on garden landscaping. The new semester was starting at the universities; Joanna had already left for Cardiff and Debbie would be following her in a few days although both would be returning to help out again at Christmas. There was now only going to be the six of us left, Me, Maggie, Jack and the three college guys, Uncle Ben had been working at the centre less and less during the past year and now was only about when a piece of machinery needed fixing.

The last day of the month Maggie beckoned me into the office, poured me a mug of coffee then reached into the desk drawer and produced an enamelled ID badge which she placed face down on the desktop. The badges had been my idea, each displayed the garden centre logo, the name of the wearer and a small full face photo, I had got the idea from Mum's nurse's badge. They gave the staff an identity when dealing with customers and were good security ID when out on deliveries. She indicated for me to pick it up. At first it looked just the same as the one that I was wearing and then I noticed the change, in bold white letters across the bottom, under my name was the title 'Assistant Manager'. I felt my face flush with pleasure and said something like, "Wow, this is really great.... but why?"

Maggie smiled, "Simple," she said, "I just want you to work even harder and do even longer hours, OK?" She chuckled, that really soft deep, sexy chuckle that I always found slightly arousing, "from now on you are the one in charge when I am out and I also want you to start getting involved with the decision making around here." She fished into the drawer again and slid a full set of keys to garden centre towards me; I noticed that there were also keys to her house and the garages on the ring. "There is one condition, however....my girls will be finishing boarding school at Christmas and coming home for a few weeks before going to France for a gap year, and I want you to be nice to them this time!" 

Maggie has two daughters, the twins, Lucinda and Lauren, about six weeks older than me, we had all played together happily as children but as they got older we drifted apart and I came to believe that they were stuck-up, spoiled, little twats. I had upset everybody at Easter by bickering with them constantly when the family got together, and ended by causing a riot when I soaked both with dirty water when scrubbing out one of the green houses. They were taking the piss and so I did it just for the fun, and was totally unrepentant! They had been home again this summer and Maggie tried to get them to help around the garden centre but they really weren't interested and went off into Salisbury most days, so, to my relief, I hardly saw them at all. I do remember noticing that they had suddenly developed quite impressive figures, had stopped dressing in identical outfits, and were actually really nice looking girls. 

"You can pick up the reins right now," Maggie said, "I need to go up to London for a few days, so you will be the boss until Monday!" Today was Thursday which meant that I would be flying solo for three days, but it felt good that Maggie trusted me. We chatted for a while about what was needful to be done over the weekend, and then I pinned on my new badge and sauntered out into the yard, proud as a peacock and looking for someone to show off to.

Debbie was in one of the greenhouses when I finally tracked her down. She was always a jolly, happy, bouncy girl and she smothered me with effusive congratulations, and over the top praise about my prowess as a gardener and potential as a manager, throwing her arms around my neck and giving me a big wet kiss on the mouth. She was leaving the centre on Friday and I suddenly thought of that last erotic day Alice had spent here which gave me the nudge that I needed to make my play. 

"Debs," I started as casually as possible. "It is your last day tomorrow, so do you fancy going into town for a drink after work, or we could catch a film, or go for a meal?"

"Are you actually asking me out on a date?" she asked, giggling, "I didn't think you would ever get around to it......Joanna and me had a bet on which of the three of us you would ask first, but we had given you up as a forlorn hope, I guess I won, eh"

"Is that a yes or a no?" I pouted. I had made up my mind to experiment further with my theory about 'The Touch', and had banked on her agreeing to a date.

"It's yes, of course you silly sod!" she laughed, "I'll bring a change of gear in tomorrow and we can go straight after work......just bring plenty of money, you have no idea how much booze it takes to get me pissed and keep me that way all evening." She giggled again then flounced off back to her greenhouse. I just stood there, and then started to laugh when I remembered the Debbie was virtually tee-total. Her father had bought her a clapped out old Mini when she started university and paid the tax and insurance for her on the strict condition that she would not drink and drive and she loved that old car far too much to risk loosing it. 

The garden centre kept what Jack called 'farmer's hours'; in those days we opened an hour or so after dawn and closed at sunset, so our hours were considerably shorter during the winter months. Except during Christmas fortnight, business was much slower between November and March and the saving on lighting made up for the extra we had to spend heating some of the greenhouses. 

Sunset was at 6.45pm that night so it was about 7 when Debbie and I met up in the car park. We had decided to take her car into Salisbury and I had locked the moped safely in the secure tool shed where we kept the expensive equipment. In truth I was not worried about getting home, if everything worked out well, I wouldn't have to. If not, then I would get Debbie to drop me back at the centre, or I would take a taxi from where-ever we ended up. 

Debbie looked nice. She had a pretty if somewhat chubby face, which was suntanned from working in the garden centre all summer and she wore no make-up except for a pale pink lipstick. She was short and quite plump with large tits that jiggled when she walked and bounced up and down when she laughed. Her hair was dark brown and shoulder length. She normally wore it loose, but tonight had twisted it into pony tail which was turned up and held with a coloured band so that the end stood up like a shaving brush at the back of her head. That little upright tail fascinated me and I could not resist teasing her by flicking my palm over the end, a sensation that I found mildly erotic. 

Evenings were starting to turn cooler and she had dressed in a short wool skirt of dark green, which emphasised her soft round buttocks; thick green tights and a green cardigan over a very tight white polo neck jumper which did nothing to disguise the movements of her big breasts,. I thought the outfit made her look like a school girl and found that a bit of a turn on. I wore my usual, a decent pair of black jeans and plain white t-shirt, with my black, waxed bikers' jacket.

We parked near the market and walked into town for a burger and chips as neither of us had eaten since lunchtime. After eating we had a wander around the town and then stopped in at The Market Inn on Butcher's Row for a drink. I did not want to go to the King's Head that night in case we ran into Sharon. The pub was buzzing, I jostled my way to the bar and bought a pint of bitter for myself and an orange juice for Debbie then we found a table in a corner and sat down. 

Debbie was a cheerful, bubbly girl, she had a fantastic personality and was always fun to be with, although she could be a bit of an exhibitionist and her sense of humour tended towards the really vulgar at times. Tonight she was right on form and I think we had the whole pub amused by the way we sat in the corner howling with laughter. I was just glad that nobody else could hear the really smutty gags we were telling each other, or the outrageously filthy way Debs was flirting with me. 

It was well after nine by the time we had sloshed down another couple of drinks. I did not really drink a lot, the result of having a drunk for a father, and I really hated not being fully in control; but I could hold my beer fairly well and three pints had made me a bit cheeky but I was not at all pissed. We left the Market Inn and decided to drive out on the Wilton Road to a pub Debbie had heard of that had a disco on Friday nights. Debbie had stuck to fruit juices and was sober as a judge but probably appeared slightly rat arsed to onlookers as we ran hand in hand back to the car, laughing loudly and messing about, jumping on and off of low walls and leapfrogging over a line of bollards in the road. 

The disco turned out to be a waste of time. The disc jockey appeared to be an amateur, the live band was total crap and the dance floor and bar was full of half pissed teenage yokels from the nearby village. We stayed for an hour or so, sitting outside at one of the picnic tables with our drinks. It was starting get a lot cooler and Debs shivered, then shuffled up the bench seat and pressed her self close to me. I put my arm around her shoulders and we sat that way quietly for a while, just chatting about my work, her sociology degree studies and our families. 

Debbie's father was a city accountant and they had lived in Salisbury whilst she was at school so she had grown up here. After she went to Uni, her parents had moved to Maidenhead which was nearer to London, so that her father had less distance to commute each day. She told me that she had chosen to come back to Salisbury for the summer holiday because here is where all her friends were. Her father owned a caravan on a site off the Southampton Road and that was where she and Joanna had been living whilst on summer break.

She was easy to talk to and I told her about Dad disappearing and the struggle Mum and I went through in the years after, about Emma being a total little cow and about how, Maggie had come through for me time after time. She dug me in the ribs with her elbow then hugged my arm possessively and said wryly," I think I need to keep an eye on your Auntie....it sounds to me like she might fancy you!" 

I put on a mock expression of shocked horror and quipped back "Do you REALLY think so," I clapped a hand to my forehead in dismay, "Oh, God ....what am I going to do? Save me....save me!" and slumped onto the table top pretending to sob loudly. The older couple at the next table must have though we were complete prats.

Debbie did a typically Debbie thing. She stood up on the bench beside me raised a hand dramatically and between giggles shouted loudly in a mock Irish accent, "I'll save you Jamie, me boyo!" Every body stopped what they were doing to look at us, "You come into the cow shed with me and I'll fuck you stupid until you'll be no use to any other woman...ever!" We both collapsed with laughter and so did some of the younger customers, but the old boy on the next table didn't see the funny side. 

"You dirty little sods," he shouted, "why don't you bugger off back to the city where you belong!"

We realised that we had probably outstayed our welcome, so sheepishly made apologies to all and sundry then made our way back to the car holding onto each other and bent almost double with laughter. We sat in the old Mini on the car park until our giggles subsided, then I looked at my watch and said "It is just after eleven, if you want to go on somewhere else we will need to go back into town to a club or a pub with a late extension?"

"No, not really," Debbie answered, "I would rather just go home for a cup of tea .....you can come back if you want to?" 

Silly question..."did I want to!" I mentally crowed and punched the air and was glad that it was dark in the car so that she could not see my wide grin, "Yeah, that sounds great ...let's go." I was not sure if there was any real sexual chemistry between us already, maybe it was just flirting for fun, Debbie was a good mate, but I was not going to let that interfere with my trying to get her into the sack. 

We drove to the caravan park where she was living and I was quite surprised, it was like a little village and instead of the touring vans I had pictured, these were static trailers like little cottages, gas, electricity, running water everything, really neat. Her van was almost new and fitted out very smartly. There was a kitchenette, a tiny shower room and loo, a large lounge come bedroom and another, smaller bedroom at one end. This appeared to have been Joanna's room judging by the female debris scattered about and the poster of Phil Collins over the bed. Debbie obviously slept in the main room as the seats were pulled down into a double bed complete with duvet and pillows. There was a bra which could only have belonged to someone Debbie's size hanging over one of the wall lights and a pale pink towelling dressing gown and fluffy slippers on the end of the bed. The sight of her bed and the thought of Debbie in it made me start to feel quite randy and expectant. 

She put a kettle on the hob, got out two mugs and started to make tea for herself and coffee for me. I took off my coat and slumped onto one of the bench seats opposite the bed. She brought the mug of coffee to me then sat on the edge of the bed, kicked off her shoes and curled her legs up under her on the bed. Her skirt hiked up a bit and a flash of white inside thigh surprised me, she was actually wearing stockings, not tights, not with suspenders but the sort that hold themselves up with elastic or something. 

We both started laughing and recalling the stupid events of the evening, then she got up from the bed and went over to the kitchen unit with her cup. "It gets fucking freezing in here at night now," she said shivering "but it isn't worth putting the heating on for just one day." I remembered that she was leaving for Cardiff on Sunday. "If you want another coffee, just make one," she added, then "I shall be back in a minute." She scooped up the dressing gown and slippers and disappeared into the bathroom, I heard the shower come on. I smiled thinking of her wedging her rotund form into that miniature shower cabinet and imagined what those big tits would look like all lathered up and wet.

She literally was only a couple of minutes and re-appeared wearing the dressing gown and had a fluffy white towel around her hair. "Fastest way to get warm in here," she quipped, and started rubbing herself all over, using the towelling dressing gown to dry her from the inside. I had kicked my trainers off whilst she was in the shower, and silently padded up behind her and put my hands on her waist and started to make little rubbing, drying motions. 

"You look as though you need a hand here," I joked, "particularly at the front, lots of work there for a strong man." 

"Go away you randy sod!" she chuckled, "I know your dirty little game, you think if you get your paws on a girl's knockers there will be no stopping you....next thing you'll be looking for somewhere to stick that horny great ramrod of yours," she giggled, then added in a comic posh falsetto, "a lady, 'like what I am', expects at least some mouth to mouth, a bit of decent foreplay, oh......and another cup of tea." With that she turned and bounced onto the bed, and sat with her back against the headboard and the cover over her feet. 

"OK," I laughed, "If that is what it takes, tea coming up" But it had not passed notice that she had not pushed my hands away, and that she had now shuffled over so that she was lying on the far side of the bed, leaving ample room for me to get on beside her. She had discarded the towel and I noticed that her hair seemed perfectly dry, and was still twisted into that little brush at the back of her head; maybe she had used a shower cap? I quickly made her tea and stood the mug on the night shelf over the bed then as casually as possible sat on the bed swung my legs up so that we were now sitting side by side. I turned my head to look at her and saw she was sitting with her arms crossed and her face comically stern, then, both together we burst into another fit of giggling, I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her towards me in a friendly hug. Then, as if by an unspoken agreement we leaned in and touched lips. We stayed in that position for a while, half sitting, half lying and half turned towards each other, kissing tentatively. 

Debbie's kisses were not deep or passionate, and she seemed a bit reluctant when I probed into her mouth with my tongue but gradually started to relax and after a while her tongue began to seek mine. For several minutes we experimented with kissing styles, thrusting our tongues at each other or with lips slightly apart but not touching and the tip of my tongue just lightly flicking the tip of hers. I began to suspect the despite Debbie's sexy talk, and vulgar flirting she was not very experienced with sex or love making. 

After a few minutes the half sitting position started to become uncomfortable for both of us and by unspoken agreement we slid down the bed so that we were lying facing each other my left arm beneath her neck and my right hand resting on her round hip. I pulled her face closer so that we could continue snogging and slid my free hand up over her waist to cup her tit through the thick robe. She made no attempt to stop me but I noticed that her breathing became slightly heavier; she had closed her eyes and had clamped her thighs tightly together and generally seemed a bit tense. 

I moved my hand again pushing slowly into the front of her dressing gown. The top of her tit felt soft and round and the whole breast moved fluidly under my hand as I slid it downwards seeking the nipple, which was suddenly there beneath my fingers. Her teat was large and soft the surrounding aureola felt rough with tiny pimples, it was like having sex by Braille. I squeezed at the nipple with little tweaking motions and felt it start to harden slightly. My hand moved further downwards pushing the front of the gown open more and my fingers made small brushing movements across her bare ribs and belly. 

I desperately wanted to see her tits and broke the kiss so that I could look down, then nudged her over onto her back. Her nipples were still covered by the dressing gown but I could see the swell of her breasts and brought my face down to kiss the exposed flesh and slide the fabric aside so that her large pink nipples were visible. Her eyes were now open and she was watching my face intently, she was smiling but at the same time looked slightly frightened or worried. I kissed, licked and nibbled around the nearest nipple which rewarded my efforts by hardening to a large, firm, erect knob, like the end of a babies thumb. It must have felt good because Debbie started to make tiny shivering movements and brought her hand up to affectionately stroke my hair. 




The Touch Ch. 03



I was starting get a real hard on and my prick felt trapped in my jeans. I moved my face back to kiss her again on the lips and discreetly moved my hand down; released my belt, unzipped the fly and pushed the jeans and boxers down so that my tool was exposed and swinging free, hard and erect. Debbie did not seem to have noticed what I was doing down below, as she was occupied with kissing my lips and face and had pushed her fingers into my hair to hold my face against hers. I reached up and took hold of her hand and guided it down between us closing her palm around my erection and holding it there. I think it must have been a good 10 seconds before she realised what I had done, then suddenly, she jerked her hand away and pulled her face back from mine pushing her hands against my chest to hold me back. 

She really did look genuinely nervous this time and started to stammer," What...what are you doing?" Her face relaxed a bit, she paused, then continued," I'm sorry, Jamie, please be patient, I don't do this...I mean, and I've never.... I mean, I want to but......." She smiled weakly, "Oh, shit! I'm making of real fuck of this.....or should I say I'm not making a fuck...of ...it. " she tapered off.

I laughed at her brave attempt at a joke and stroked her face reassuringly. "It's OK," I assured her, "we're doing fine." Then, "You do want to do this don't you?" I asked, mentally crossing my fingers and willing her to affirm.

She took a deep breath and paused, then "Yes," she said positively with a big smile. I inwardly gave three cheers. "Yes, I think I do....but....well, you see....I'm not really in practice," she gave a little laugh, then went on, "Oh, shit.....the truth is, honey balls, I'm not in practice at all......in fact.....I've never shagged a man, ever......I've never had a fucking fuck!"

She completely floored me. My mouth dropped open and I could feel my erection shrinking away. "You mean you've never......you are still a........?" I started. 

My mind churned. What should I do now? Debbie was not just a mate.....she was a mate and a bloody virgin as well and I wasn't sure if this should present a moral dilemma or not.

Debbie seemed to read my mind. "No, I'm not a virgin." she said smiling as if it were all a big joke, "A least, not virgo intacta, I lost my cherry ages ago to a tampon....I have just never been shagged, or even got into heavy fore play with a guy..... it just hasn't worked out that way." 

We were now sat up facing each other, her dressing gown was open and her tits looked huge and gorgeous and inviting. I could just see a tiny spot of dark fluff which was the start of her snatch. I felt a bit of a pillock sitting there half dressed with my prick hanging out between us. She must have been telepathic that night because she sensed my discomfort.

"Anyway," she said, starting to giggle again, "I may be an old maid but you just look a total twat! Why don't you get rid of those clothes and come under the cover....I'm fucking freezing with my tits hanging out and need warming up.....but for now," she added quietly. "Can we just lay and cuddle for a little while, you know...without doing anything, yet?" 

I quickly dumped my gear in a pile on the floor and scrambled back onto the bed and pulled the duvet over the two of us. Debbie was right; it was bloody arctic in the caravan that night. She was still wearing that robe and had rolled over so that she was laid on her side with her back to me and I snuggled up to her, my arm over her waist and my legs tucked behind hers, like a human question mark. She still seemed a bit tense so we stayed like that for several minutes, not talking or moving. At least she had not told me to leave and the way she had been talking definitely indicated that she might deliver the goods tonight. 

I eased my arm further over her, finding the gap at the front of the dressing gown and her nearest breast. The nipple was still quite firm and I started to caress and squeeze the large protrusion. Debbie made no indication of objecting to my attentions; in fact she wriggled herself a little closer into the curve of my body and reached back with her hand to run the tips of her finger nails lightly up and down my naked thigh. I was starting to get another hard on and pressed my dick gently against the top of her buttocks; I don't think that she even felt it through the thick bath robe. Her nipple was now standing erect and I moved my hand and started working on the other tit, caressing and flicking the teat. 

Debbie seemed a little bit more relaxed now and whispered quietly, "That's nice, Jamie...I like you doing that." 

I decided that now was probably a good time to play my trump card.

I moved my left hand up to gently caress the side of her neck in soft downward strokes, pushing the collar of the gown aside so that I could run my fingers into the hollows of her neck and throat and across her soft shoulder. With my other hand I carefully eased her over and towards me so that she was laid on her back then I raised myself up a bit so that I could push my face into the joint of her neck and began to work over her throat with little fluttery kisses and flicks with the moist tip of my tongue. 

Debbie's response was not instant in the way the Alice's had been, it was more languid and tentative, but it WAS there! I felt her hand snake round and come to rest gently on my bare back whilst the other came up and cupped the back of my neck softly pulling my face closer into her throat. My fingers were now firmly massaging the nape of her neck and pushing up into her hairline until they reached that cute little upright brush of hair. Debs was starting to make small soft noises which were somewhere between a gasp and a moan. It was really erotic and was starting to turn me on as well; I grabbed the pony tail and pulled her head backwards, quite roughly, she gave a little gasp or scream of surprise and her eyes went wide then my mouth was clamped over hers; my tongue thrusting and probing and she was responding in kind. We broke, and she gasped softly, "Oh, Jamie....Oh!.....Oh!......that was good!.....That was.... soooooo.... fucking good!" 

My lips moved down her throat and I started to kiss and lick around her breast until I latched onto the nipple and sucked it into my mouth flicking it with the tip of my tongue. This brought an instant response. Debbie let out a load shriek, "Aaaaaaah!" and bucked beneath me pushing her breast hard up into my face and pulling my head down with her hand. My right hand moved to cup the other tit and trap the swollen teat between two fingers gently tugging and squeezing. She was still bucking gently was also now rolling her upper body slightly from side to side.

"Aaaah! Aaaah! She screamed out again, "Yes, yes....oh bugger! Oh, fuck...that's good!" I thought her screams would wake the whole caravan park, but then remembered that her van looked to be the only one occupied at this end of the site. I didn't care anyway, the dressing gown had fallen fully open and my erection was pressed against her bare leg and all I cared about at that moment in time was the sensual flush I felt from head to toes and the prospect of fusing our bodies. 

My lips stayed fixed on one large tit and I kept one hand stroking around her neck and throat and let the other wander down towards that little patch of dark fur that I had glimpsed earlier. My fingers discovered a line of fluffiness. Debbie had partially shaved her snatch into a narrow 'flight path', a thin column of pubic hair stretching from the bikini line to the top of her pussy lips, a fad really fashionable with some girls. My finger moved down gently ruffling the soft track of hair and found her pussy and probed for her butter ball. Her pussy was really moist and hot, she must have already been quite turned on. I started to massage her clit with the tip of my finger; she moaned loudly and thrust her groin at me digging her heels into the mattress. This was a completely different Debbie to the one who confessed her lack of experience fifteen minutes ago; this Debbie was hot, hot, hot!

I removed my face from her breast and drew my tongue slowly down her ribs and tummy leaving a thin saliva trail to that sexy little track of fur leading to her slit. I slowly kissed and tongued my way down the inside of one thigh and then up the other. Debbie was now making constant moaning sounds, her legs had tensed and the soft flesh of her chubby thighs was quivering. The scent of her musky sex odour excited me and I pressed the lips of my mouth against the lips of her pussy. I had never performed oral sex on a girl before...but then I didn't believe that Debbie had ever been the receiver either, we could share the first time experience. My tongue slipped into her vagina and I slowly drew it up the length, licking at the soft pussy lips, her sharp cunny juices were not what I had expected, they were exotic and not at all unpleasant, and then finally I found her clit and flicked at it with the tip of my tongue. 

Debbie just erupted, "Ooooh....FUCK!" she screamed, I thought they would hear us in Scotland. Her whole body bucked upwards throwing me away from her, but then her hands locked onto my head, digging her fingers into my hair and dragged by face back down to her crotch. "Yes, yes....more!" she shouted, "More, I want more...come on Jamie.....give it to me!" I did what she wanted....I licked and probed and sucked at her clit and she bucked and screamed and shouted and pounded on my shoulders with her fists until suddenly she reach orgasm. Her whole body arched and stiffened, she gave a loud, long scream "Ooooooooh!" then collapsed back, put her hands to her head, closed her eyes tightly and just lay there panting those big tits heaving and wobbling like jellies. 

I was lying half over her, my head level with her crotch and my feet hanging off the end of the bed. I hauled myself up to lay at her side, my erection was throbbing against her leg, my lips felt raw and my hands were stiff, I found later that I had been clutching her by the pelvis and had left finger bruises on both hips. 

After several minutes she opened her eyes, "Oh, Jamie......what did you do to me.....what was THAT!" she raised her self up onto one elbow, "I've never cum like that before.....that was SO bloody intense........ that was soooooo fucking fantastic!" 

"Yeah, it was," I agreed and meant it too. I leaned over her and we started to kiss again, lightly and gently and I brought my hand round to rest over her pussy, not penetrating but just rubbing up and down that furry 'Flight Path'. Then, I felt her hand, she had reached down and had taken my erection between thumb and forefinger was gently rubbing up and down. 

"Is that OK?" she asked tentatively.

"Yeah, fine, that's fine," I replied but put my hand over hers and guided it so that she encompassed my prick with her whole fist and started her moving it up and down the shaft. At first she seemed nervous and her hand moved really slowly, then she sat up and swung over to kneel between my legs and started to put some real effort into it, squeezing her hand harder as it reached the sensitive ring just below the cap. The bathrobe was open and her tits were jiggling over the top of my erection and she bent forward and lightly brushed those big nipples across the tip of my penis. 

"I'm not hurting it, am I?".

"No...no, you won't hurt it however fast you go." 

I think she took that as a prompt and began wanking up and down frantically, now with both hands. It was total ecstasy but I couldn't hold back any longer; I lunged upwards to meet her next downwards stroke and ejaculated hard and furious onto her stomach and breasts. 

"Sorry," I managed to mumble, "I've messed you up." I really hoped this was not going to spoil what was going down, I had read somewhere that most girls really hated being dumped on.

"Oh, My God..."she exclaimed and looked down at my jiz which was dripping from her tits and making a puddle in her navel. "Oh, My God......I made you cum, that's bloody awesome!" Then her face turned serious. "Christ, Jamie, she added, "Shooting your load.......does that mean that you've finished.....does it mean we won't be able to do it again? You haven't fucked me yet and I so want you to fuck me!"

I laughed. Her face was so serious and concerned. "No problem," I quipped, "Big strong lad like me should be able to get it up again in no time. Besides," I added," second time is always better for the girl......it comes on even harder and the bloke can fuck for much longer." I watched her touch the tip of one finger to a pool of my spunk on her stomach, "I think you need to clean that up, before it gets everywhere" I said. Ejaculating for most guys feels as though you have released a fountain of at least a pint; in reality it is probably nearer a dessert spoon full, but it seems to have a life of it's own and just gets everywhere.

"Right," she said, and gave me one of her big beaming smiles before peeling off her dressing gown, balling it up and pressing it to her front. Then, with the robe still clutched to her she leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. "Back in a tick!" she added and scuttled into the shower room, her bare buttocks quivering with each step.

She was back without the robe, before I had a chance to think about moving and planted herself back between my legs as if she had never gone anywhere. "I guess we need to do something about this," she said, giggled and clasped hold of my moist and somewhat limp dick. "Is it to soon?" She asked, and then in a small pouty voice, "I don't want to wait.....if second time is as good as you promise, then I want to get to third and fourth before I let you out of here!" 

"Jesus, help me," I joked, "I've created a monster!" And, maybe I had! 

Debbie's hand continued to squeeze and caress my dick and after a couple of minutes the sap started to rise and I began to get a hard on again. I was so sex orientated in those days that I could usually get it up again almost immediately. I reached up and played with her tits, urging her nipples back to firmness to match my rising prick then ran a hand down to her pussy and started rubbing and rolling her clit between my fingers. She threw her head back and started making moaning noises deep in her throat and her hand started to pump hard on my erection which was now totally rigid and ready for anything. Suddenly she stopped and said very simply, "I want it, now! I want you to fuck me now, Jamie!" 

"Yes, yes...." I replied, trying to reach my jeans on the floor by the bed. She looked puzzled. "Condom ...." I gasped, "I need a rubber!" 

"No you don't," she laughed, throwing her head back so that her tits jiggled frantically in front of my face. "This is the 20th Century, remember.....I'm on the pill.....there is nothing for you to worry about there!" She gave another little laugh and then leaned forward to gently kiss the tip of my prick. "I'm the one with the problem......I'm really not sure how I am going to get this great hard monster to fit inside me" We both laughed. My dick is really not that big, just normal, but right then with her hand sliding up and down the length it felt swollen and enormous.

She started to move to lay down beside me, but I put my hands on her hips and stopped her. "Wait," I said, and arranged our legs so that her knees were on the outside and my prick was pointing straight at her pussy. "You stay on top, it can be really good for you that way as you are in control, and the man can last much longer." It wasn't strictly true but I was still a little bit concerned about this being her first shag and I remembered something about being on top was less painful first time as the girl was in control. 

"OK," Debbie sighed, "just get this thing inside me where it belongs!" She shuffled her knees forward a little then eased downward so that the end of my tool started to push between the lips of her vagina. I held onto her hips as she slowly lowered herself further and further onto my shaft, and watched her face which was flushed, her eyes were closed and her mouth formed a silent O. I gave a small thrust and suddenly I was impaled inside her up to the root. She let out another loud scream, "Aaaaaaah! Yes, Oh God....yes....that's fantastic!" She lowered herself forward over me with her hands either side of my face and her tits brushing my chest and started to kiss my chin, my neck and across my chest. 

I tentatively started to make small thrusts into her, I was still a little afraid of hurting her. Her pussy was hot and tight, tighter than I ever remember with anybody else, but was so moist that I slit easily back and forth and the tip of my cock felt as if it was trapped in a pot of warm honey. She started to move with me meeting each of my trusts with one of her own. We settled into a rhythm and continued to just fuck slowly and gently for a long time, maybe fifteen minutes or more. I was pretty near release by then and I think that Debbie was as well, she was making little panting sounds and my highly sensitized prick could feel her pussy making little contractions around me. I began to pump harder. She met me stroke for stroke, each upward thrust drawing a little shriek from her, getting faster and harder, until suddenly we were slamming together furiously both grunting and screaming. I think that we both climaxed together, Debbie was screaming incoherently and beating at my shoulders with her fists, and I simply exploded inside her as she collapsed on top of me. 

We stayed like that for ages. Neither of us wanted to move or speak, and in truth I'm not sure I would have been capable just then. For a first timer Debbie had turned out to be a seriously good fuck. After a while we moved so that we could lie side by side. Debbie whimpered a bit when I pulled my now limp cock out of her and we had become stuck together with sweat and cum. For the last hour or so we had been totally oblivious to how cold it was, but now felt chilly, so I pulled the duvet up over us and we slept in each others arms. 

I was two o'clock when I was awoken by Debbie nuzzling the side of my face. "Are you OK?" I asked. "It got a bit wild," I added sheepishly, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

She just smiled broadly and shook her head. "I have decided," she said, "I definitely love fucking...and you were right.....second time was fantastic!"

So was third and fourth! By the time the sun came up at 7.30, we had slept very little, shagged a lot and were both exhausted, bruised and sore inside and out. We showered and dressed then I made coffee and tea and Debbie put some bread under the grill for toast. By the time she dropped me off at the garden centre we were laughing and joking just as though nothing had happened between us. We kissed goodbye and then she drove off, leaving me to open up. 

As luck would have it business was slow for a Saturday morning which meant that I was able to park my arse on a stool behind the till in the shop and just deal with the customers on auto-pilot. It took me by surprise when I saw Debbie's Mini draw into the car park just after lunchtime. I had just finished ringing up a sale when she bounced through the doorway of the shop. She looked great, and was her normal bright and cheery self. "Hello, Mrs. Bolton, nice day" she called to the departing customer, then came round behind the till and put her lips close to my ear. "do you want to come over to my place tonight for some more fucking?" she whispered. I quickly looked up but thankfully Mrs. Bolton was already through the door and gone. "I am not leaving until tomorrow afternoon so we can have all night and not have to get up at the crack of dawn." The garden centre did not open on Sundays, although there had been a lot of talk about Sunday trading and some smaller shops in the city were starting to chance their arm with the law and open Sunday afternoons.




The Touch Ch. 03



When I arrived at the mobile home, she had laid the small dining table, lit candles and had a couple of bottles of wine ready and waiting. She made cheese and bacon omelettes. Afterwards we went back to bed, it seemed as though we had only just got up from the night before. I didn't need 'The Touch' to encourage or relax Debbie this time; we shagged all night, got up for breakfast and then went back to bed and shagged again.

I left her at about 11 o'clock and went into the garden centre, Jack had been in earlier and I could see the puddles where he had been watering. I pottered around tidying up and doing some minor repairs until it got dark then went into the office and sat reading, smoking and drinking coffee, I was totally knackered and must have dropped off to sleep in the chair as it was eight o'clock when I woke with a start. I drove home. Mum had gone to work and Emma was in the sitting room watching television, some crappy games show, and I just went straight to my room without speaking and woke the following morning when my alarm went off at 7 am on top of my bed still fully dressed. My t-shirt smelled faintly of Debbie's perfume, she would be back at her university digs by now.....but I was 100% sure that she would return to the garden centre during the Christmas break, and that was definitely something to look forward to.



The Touch Ch. 04



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Chapter 4: A Ride Home for Annabelle

Autumn at the garden centre was a lot slower than the spring or summer. There were fewer customers and most of the work that we needed to do was inside, either in the greenhouses or growing sheds, which was fortunate as winter that year came early and October and November were cold and wet; just bloody miserable. 

Maggie had big plans for the business and the centre was getting a major refit and re-build over the winter months. The land on which the garden centre stood had originally been a farm and there was an old farm house, with brick outhouses and a large barn laid out in a giant C with a cobbled yard in front. A few years before, the farm house had been converted so that the ground floor housed the shop and staff room with the offices and stock room on the floor above. The outhouses and barn were just used for storage but Maggie had decided to have them fixed up and converted into small covered units for displaying plants and equipment and the barn was to become a snack and coffee bar. We had all spent most of October clearing the accumulated rubbish out of the buildings so that the builders would have a clear start in January.

Maggie had started to involve me much more in both the day to day management of the business, and the long term planning and finances. She seemed to value my input and the two of us spend a lot of time in the office planning planting and growing schedules, discussing the best and most viable use of the available greenhouse space, and studying catalogues for next season's purchases or going over the architect's drawings for the new buildings. 

Maggie was my mother's twin. They were not identical twins but were enough alike to see they were twin sisters even though their respective life styles were reflected in their appearance; whilst Mum looked every day of her 40 years, Maggie appeared a lot younger and could probably pass for early thirties. There was a third sister, Aunt Susan who was a few years older and lived in York. Mum and Aunt Susan had fallen out over her marriage to my father twenty years ago, so Emma and I really only knew her through Christmas and birthday cards and presents which arrived by post. 

I suppose that having a heap of money, no real worries, a career and access to the best beauty salons gave Maggie a running start, whilst Mum had had to cope with a life full of disappointments, a lousy, no good, husband, constant money problems and no real time for her self between working and bringing up two kids. For as long as I could remember, Maggie had always helped us out, supported Mum, helped with the bills when things were really dire had been a real friend to me over the past few years.

The last couple of years since we had been working together, Maggie and I had become very close, both personally and professionally. She had never treated me as a know nothing boy, always as a man and an equal and I think we both regarded each other as friends rather than aunt and nephew. The trouble was that the more time I spent with Maggie the more I liked her as a person and the more I saw her as an attractive woman rather than my aunt. I adored Maggie and would have done anything for her.

I remembered the joke that Debbie had made about Maggie being attracted to me but did not believe for a minute that it was in any way true. 

I, however, did have the hots for her! 

Like Mum, Maggie was small, about 5' 2" in height with what I thought was a really pretty face, she had good skin and sharp blue eyes and always wore good quality make-up, but for most of the summer months was suntanned from working outside. Her hair was honey blonde and always smelt of herbal shampoo and she usually wore it pulled back in a short pony tail, a style which I always found incredibly sexy on women. Her figure was neat, with a small waist, well shaped legs, a really tight arse, and small but well formed tits with pointy nipples that you could see through her shirts when she wore soft bras. Her clothes were always good quality and although she favoured tight jeans and a t-shirt or sweater about the garden centre she always looked an absolute knock out when she put on a dress to go out in the evening or to a business meeting. 

I had to be careful because just looking at Maggie and letting my imagination run riot could give me a hard-on. I think that she sometimes noticed the bulge in my jeans, but was discreet enough not to say anything, and I don't think that she realised that she was the cause of my arousal. 

It was the 31st of October and we were getting ready for the Guy Fawkes bonfire party on Saturday, which Maggie always held for the local kids in the back field behind the garden centre. The little tradition had started when her daughters were children and Mum would bring Emma and me over after school for the fireworks. There were sausages and baked potatoes and beans to eat and fizzy drinks and every one always had a lot of fun. After the twins got older and went away to boarding school, Maggie still did the event but now invited children from the surrounding area. It was always popular and could attract up to 30 kids and their parents, probably because it was free. This year we had lots of rubbish that had been cleared out of the outbuildings and the fire stack was already huge. 

That afternoon I came out of the barn and glanced up towards the back field. Maggie was standing in the middle of the field, just standing, doing nothing. It was bloody freezing for the time of year and I was all bundled up in boots, corduroy trousers, a thick wool sweater all under working dungarees but Maggie just stood there in jeans and a denim shirt, I could see faint puffs of frozen breath floating away from her face. I ducked into the staff room and grabbed her Barbour wax coat and a scarf then pounded up to the field. 

As a got closer I could see that she was looking up towards the big house. Her hands were thrust into her pockets and she was obviously cold as I could see her shivering as I approached. She heard me coming and turned her head to glance back but didn't move. I stepped round in front of her and looped the scarf over her head, knotted it around her throat and thrust out the coat. "For God's sake put this on, "I ordered, "it's bleeding arctic out here, you'll freeze to bloody death!" She shrugged on the jacket and zipped it up without saying anything, she just kept looking at the house. 

I followed her line of sight and realised that she was watching, Uncle Ben's red Jaguar XJ which was parked in the drive by the front door. The house door was open and I could see his tall tweed covered outline standing by the open boot of the car. It was unusual for Uncle Ben to be home on Monday; recently he was rarely there even on Saturdays, although that flash motor was usually parked by the house on Sunday. He no longer helped around the garden centre at all and Maggie had contracted a local firm to do the machinery maintenance. I wasn't sorry, I disliked the wanker, and the less I saw of him the better.

Maggie was obviously upset, "What's going on?" I asked, "Is everything OK?" I nodded towards the house, "What is he doing here this time of the week?"

She took a deep breath then said simply, "He's packing to leave." Then added, "Not just a business trip; he's going for good!" 

"What!" I exclaimed angrily, "You mean he's left you?" 

Maggie shook her head sadly then said firmly, "No, I have finally had the balls to throw the bastard out!" She saw the question forming on my lips and went on, "Things have been rotten between us for ages; he's been screwing his PA at the London office for months, but I just didn't have the guts to confront him." She was not crying and really didn't seem to be very emotional, just sad. I put my arms around her to comfort her.

"Come on," I said turning her back towards the garden centre, "let's go in and get a coffee, there is no point in freezing our balls off out here." She didn't argue and we walked back to the office. I did not ask any questions and she didn't offer any further explanation. I poured her a cup of coffee from the pot, turned up the heater, then said "I'll be back in a minute I just have something to do," and left. 

I was absolutely, fucking, furious! I just could not believe that the arsehole had done this to my Maggie. I felt angry and protective and it brought out the alpha male in me. I pulled on my thick working gloves and stormed up the lane to the house, crunching across the gravel drive just as the wanker was coming out of the house with a suit case in each hand. I didn't say anything I just marched straight up to him and kneed him in the balls as hard as I could. He let out a sort of high pitched squeal, dropped the cases and bent double, gasping. He turned his face towards me. I punched him hard on the nose and blood splattered onto the drive and across the side of his car. He collapsed to his knees, "Ooooh, my fugging nooth." he whimpered. I just turned without a word and stamped back down to the yard. 

As I came into the office Maggie was just hanging up the telephone, she had obviously been talking to him. She went fucking mad! I don't think I have ever seen her so angry. "Don't you ever, dare, do anything like that again!" she stormed, "I can fight my own battles, thank you, I do not need you to be my knight in shining, bloody, armour!"

"I just thought...." I started, but she held up her hand like a school teacher silencing a class.

"No, Jamie, you didn't bloody think!" she went on, "So now I have got the job of talking that bastard out of going to the police and charging you with fucking assault! I do not want to be talking to him at all, let alone asking for favours! Now just go away and leave me to think!"

I went back to cleaning the barn but I was operating on auto-pilot, I was still angry with Ben, but was also angry with myself for upsetting and hurting Maggie even further. I desperately hoped that my stupidity would not affect our relationship. Then, I remembered the blood splattering from his nose onto his precious car.....God, but that had been awesome!

By the end of the afternoon I was feeling totally disheartened. I had seen Maggie drive off towards Salisbury in her Range Rover earlier and there was now no sign of the red Jag at the house. The other guys trooped off at six o'clock without even knowing that anything had happened, so I closed up, changed into my jeans and shirt, then went up to the office. Maggie had put another desk in the office for my use; it had originally faced hers across the room but I had turned it to look out of the window as I did not want her to catch me sitting watching at her. I drained the last of the coffee from the pot, and sat at my desk smoking and sulking. 

It was about 7.30 when I heard a car on the back lane and then the side gate opening and closing. It was too late to put out the light and pretend that there was nobody there. I heard her footsteps on the stairs and the door opened. Maggie looked fantastic. She had obvious changed before going out earlier and was wearing a tight fitting, camel coloured, jersey wool dress, with black leather boots and belt, under an open black wool coat. Her pony tail was tied with a black velvet bow. It's normally quite difficult to get a hard on sitting down, but I did. 

She just stood in the doorway saying nothing for what seem to be forever, then, "Come on," she said, "get your coat and take me for a drink." She turned and started down the stairs. I followed her down, dived into the staff room for my jacket then closed up the building again. By the time I had locked the side gate she was climbing into the passenger seat of the Range Rover. I opened the driver door and she tossed her keys onto the seat, "You drive," she said coolly, "One of us has to stay sober....and you've just been elected! Turn round and get out on the main road," she instructed. 

We spent the evening at the Ship Inn at Burcombe; Maggie was obviously known there and introduced me to the landlord not as her nephew, but as 'My best friend, Jamie', and I knew that everything was good between us again. We enjoyed great steaks and a bottle of good red wine, and then after dinner sat side by side on a settle seat in the bar and I ordered coffee and Maggie waded into a good number of large brandies. The pub was cosy, with a large fire and we just sat very close together and smoked and talked, mostly about the plans for the garden centre although she did tell me that she had spent the afternoon at her bank in Salisbury making sure that 'Ben the Bastard' could not access any of her accounts and had been to see Marsha Olsen her lawyer to start divorce proceedings. I did notice that she was no longer wearing a wedding ring,' Ben the Bastard', appeared to be gone forever. 

We left the pub sometime after eleven, Maggie was not really rat-arsed, but was swaying a little and clung tightly to my arm on the short walk back to the car. I drove back to her house and parked in the drive, then took her keys and open the front door for her. We stood on the doorstep and she reached up and put her arms around my neck, hugged me, and gave me a kiss on the cheek, "Goodnight, Jamie," she whispered in my ear, "and thanks for being in my corner when I needed you," then added," I was wrong earlier, it was great having my own, personal, knight in shining armour, and I am glad it was you." She turned and went into the house and I closed the door behind her and waited until I heard the key turn in the lock then walked down to the garden centre to get my moped and drive home. 

By the time that I got in it was well after mid-night. Mum was still up, sitting watching an old film on the TV, she was on middle shift and was still wearing her light blue nurses uniform. I asked her if she wanted a cup of tea but she held up her half filled wine glass, turned the sound down on the telly, patted the sofa beside her and said," Come and sit with me for a bit, Jamie."

I sat beside her and she leaned in and put her head on my shoulder. It made me think of sitting in the pub with Maggie, they were so alike and I could imagine, just, that it was Maggie sitting there.

"Where have you been, tonight, kiddo?" she asked, not probing just motherly interest. 

"I went for a drink with Auntie Maggie," I offered, not sure how much I should tell her, "we went out to Burcombe .......Maggie let me drive the Range Rover." I gave her a small kiss on the top of the head, "I'll take you out there one night soon, Mum, it's nice and the food was really good, just you and me, OK?" I felt a bit guilty that since I started work I had not spent the time with Mum that I used to.

"That would be really nice," she replied, "we haven't been out together for ages." She took a swig from her glass then added, "Maggie, telephoned earlier and told me what had happened with that bugger Ben," she must have felt me tense up, because she added, "it's OK, she told me everything.....I for one am glad you belted him, he is a smarmy sneaky, bastard and Maggie is well shot of him.....you did the right thing, a real man should stand up for the people he loves!" I felt myself flushing, but I think it was more from her choice of words than modesty.

I did not really want to get into talking about what had happened and so I quipped "Yeah, that's me, a knight in shining armour!" I stood up and kissed her on the forehead and said, "It's been a long day, Mum, I'm going to take a shower and turn in, OK" We said our goodnights and I went upstairs, stripped off and got into the shower. My head was full of images of Maggie in the skin tight dress she had worn tonight, the way she had snugged up close to me in the pub and the feel of her against me when she kissed me goodbye. My prick was standing up like a flag pole, so I turned the water up until it stung my skin and pumped my load to mental fantasies of being with Maggie. 

Indirectly, it was lusting after Maggie that brought me into contact with Annabelle. 

It was cold and pouring with rain the next day and I think we only saw two customers all morning. Jack was busy in the main greenhouses and I had two of the students working in the shop stock room unpacking a large delivery of Christmas gifts and decorations which had arrived that morning. I had spent the morning in the office with Maggie and Boris Keppel, the builder, going over the plans for the new café. It was after two when Boris left and Maggie and me made a late, make do lunch of cup-a-soup, and buttered crackers whilst looking at some brochures of other, larger garden centres around the country to give us ideas for our own expansion. 

I had brought my swivel chair round to the back of her desk so that we were sitting side by side to look at the pamphlets together, and every time one of us moved our legs, or hips or arms brushed, and our hands were touching constantly as we passed papers and photographs, back and forth. I could smell the herbal shampoo that Maggie used and that sexy pony tail kept bobbing into my periphery vision whenever she moved her head. Being close to her was erotic, exciting and frustrating and I was afraid to move too much as my growing horny-ness had become a permanent state of erection. I knew that unless I backed off now I would not be able to keep my hands off of her and would do or say something stupid. 

One of the best leaflets was for a large gardening and landscape business near to Norwich, over in Norfolk, which was owned by a guy that had been a friend of Maggie's first husband and looked to be very much in line with our own ideas. Maggie said that she had booked an appointment to visit the place this week but after the events of the previous day and the departure of 'Ben the Bastard' she now had more urgent things to do and would cancel and perhaps go some other time. 

I grabbed the opening with both hands. "Why don't I go instead?" I suggested. A couple of days away from Maggie would give me time to calm down my hormones and think things through. "I could take the small van, and book into a motel for a couple of nights, look around, take some photos and be back for bonfire night on Saturday. We are not that busy, so Jack and the lads can manage for a couple of days without me!"

"Yes, that's a brilliant idea," she responded, "I will ring Charles Lowe, the owner, and tell him that you will be coming in my place." She swivelled around to face me, there was not much space and her knees pushed casually between mine, causing a lump to rise in my throat matching the one in my trousers. I just knew it was right to get away from her for a couple of days. It turned out that she had already booked a room at a hotel in Norwich and insisted that I used the Range Rover for the trip. I would have been happy to use the van or the VW Polo that she had been using to teach the twins to drive, but she was insistent and I was really chuffed to think that she not only trusted me to make the trip but with her expensive car as well.

I took the Range Rover home that night and set out early the next morning, with my old rugger sports bag in the boot holding my jeans and a change of shirt and underclothes and shaving kit. I was wearing my brand new, navy blue, three piece suit which I had only bought that summer for a mate's wedding. It was the first proper suit I had ever owned and I saw it as a symbol of moving up in the right direction. Maggie paid me a more than generous salary, I didn't spend a lot, and I was starting get a solid, bank balance, even after paying Mum her housekeeping each month. 

The drive up to Norwich was a total, bloody pig! It took less than 2 hours to get to London even in rush hour traffic, but another four and a half hours to get across the country roads of Suffolk and Norfolk to Norwich, most of the roads were single lane, crowded and slow moving with traffic jams even at mid-morning, I gave up trying to count the number of agricultural vehicles and milk tankers in the queue ahead of me. By the time that I got to Norwich I had listened to Maggie's in-car collection of Mozart cassettes, twice. That was something else we had in common, we both love classical music, jazz and reading. I do like pop music but people always seem surprised when I tell them my favourite artiste is Mozart and that regardless of how much work I have on I read at least two books a week, but I really do. 




The Touch Ch. 04



Maggie had booked into the Maid's Head Hotel, which was right in the centre of Norwich, close to the spired Norman cathedral, a slightly larger clone of our cathedral in Salisbury. The hotel was old fashioned built around an ancient coaching inn, Queen Elizabeth I had stayed there in 1500 and something, but was quite comfortable and I found that I had been given a spacious double room with en suite bathroom and a tiny window which looked out onto the rear courtyard. The reception had been informed of the visitor change from Mrs. Gregory to Mr. Riley and I discovered that Maggie had given credit card details over the telephone to cover all expenses in the hotel, so I probably would not need to use much of the readies I had drawn from petty cash. 

By the time I had checked in it was gone three o'clock and so I called Charles Lowe and said that I would come to the garden centre first thing in the morning, and went out for a look around the city. Mid afternoon on a cold October, Wednesday, Norwich was much the same as most cities, quite boring unless you like shops, and so I made my way to the massive medieval castle in the city centre which houses a museum and spent a couple of hours looking at stuffed animals and birds and the fine collection of paintings by local artists, some of which I actually recognised. 

Later, I called Mum to tell her I had arrived safely, and then Maggie to reassure her that the Range Rover was still in one piece, then I changed into a casual shirt, jeans and a jumper then went down to the hotel restaurant for dinner. The Maid's Head boasted a menu of obscure dishes from which I choose a kangaroo steak that was surprisingly quite tasty, if a bit tough, then I went through to the cocktail bar at the front of the hotel, sat on a stool by the bar and ordered a pint of keg beer, and eyed up the local talent. There wasn't much, most of the people in the bar were older men in business suits and the group of young women at a corner table appear to be on a 'girl's night out', the sort of party that costs a lot of drinks to get into but seldom gets a result. There were one or two attractive younger women but each had bloke already. 

I was starting to think about pootang again. It was almost exactly a month since my fantastic weekend shagging with Debbie; I hadn't had a screw since then and the last couple of days of getting horny around Maggie had caused me to become obsessed with sex again. I was convinced in my own mind that I could work my special touch on any woman that I could get intimate with but the bar seemed desperately short of available pussy. I decided to finish my drink and go out into the town looking for some action. I had noticed a large dance hall or disco called the Samson and Hercules opposite the hotel and there seemed to be a multitude of interesting looking bars close by.

"Hello, Mr. Riley," a voice said from behind me, "are you enjoying your stay?" 

I turned on the stool and looked around. The barman had left and had been replaced by the same girl who had checked me in at reception earlier. "Oh, yes, yes thank you," I responded, then, "they obviously work you hard around here, long shifts, I guess?" Not much of a chat up line, just an ice breaker. "Most people call me Jamie," I added, "Mr. Riley makes me feel old." 

"OK, Jamie, it is," she responded. "Can I get you another drink?" I nodded, and watched her walk down the bar to the pump and draw another pint. She was about 5' 4", with short dark hair cut into a sort of page boy style, and was fairly thin with small tits, a flat arse but quite decently shaped legs. She was wearing the hotel uniform, a dark blue tailored skirt suit, with white shirt, yellow and blue cravat and black tights, I noticed her badge on the lapel, it read, 'Annabelle -- Trainee Manager'. At first glance she looked to be in her late teens, but up close I could see she was probably 24 or 25. She wasn't terribly attractive, her nose was too long and her mouth a little too thin for my taste. She wasn't wearing any rings and so I decided to give it a spin and see how the penny fell and dived straight in.

"What does your boyfriend think of you working long hours?" I probed and crossed my fingers beneath the bar.

"Nothing," she replied, "I don't have one just now. I only moved to Norwich a couple of months ago to start this job," she opened up, and then added with just a hint of flirting, "I'm just a single, working girl with no ties." 

Was that a come on? I knew that I was an attractive guy, I had put on weight and looked strong and muscular in the shoulders, and most girls took me for being in my twenties. Besides, she had seen me arrive in my cool new suit and driving a brand new Range Rover, which had to be a pussy puller. "So....does that mean that there's a chance you would say yes, if I asked you out when you finish your shift?" I asked. "Er, yes, that would be great." she leaned over the bar towards me and whispered, "Staff are not supposed to date guests...but I'd love to meet up. The only thing is...." She added, "I do not finish tonight until eleven, but we could go out tomorrow evening..... you don't leave until Friday morning do you?" I told myself that a promise was better than a refusal and tomorrow was better than nothing, so it was a date. She leaned on the bar and we chatted about nothing interesting for ten minutes or so. 

The barman returned from his break and Annabelle winked at me and went off to her other duties. I did not want any more alcohol so took a coffee into the guest lounge, found a pile of newspapers and magazines and sat reading until I heard the barman calling 'last orders' in the bar. I had watched various female members of staff going about their duties in the hotel, most of the women were older and frankly, the young ones were dogs, Annabelle was probably the best of a poor bunch. 

As it happened, I did not have to wait long before seeing Annabelle again. I glanced up from my paper and saw her going out of the revolving doors in reception wearing a quilted jacket over her uniform. I quickly followed her out and found her shivering on the pavement outside of the hotel. "Hello, again," I said cheerfully, "it's bloody cold to be standing around out here!"

She smiled at me, and then pulled a face, "They reckon, the staff taxi will be another half hour yet, city must be busy tonight," she explained. "It happens all the time."

I jumped straight in, "I can fix that! Come on, I'll give you a lift home, but you will have to navigate, I don't know Norwich, at all!" I took her elbow and steered her towards the car park at the rear of the hotel, she trotted along silently beside me until we got into the car. 

"This is really kind of you," she said," I hate standing there, it can be a bit scary when the disco at the 'Samson and Hercules', over the road turns the drunks and piss-heads out." She settled back in the big bucket seat and started to give me directions to where she lived. We drove a short distance until we left the city proper and the road started to cross a large heath or park, and then suddenly I saw a large sign on my left which proclaimed "Lowe's Garden Centre and Country Shop", I pointed to it, "That is where I am headed tomorrow," I said, then added importantly to impress her, "Meeting with the owner, to discuss business...I'm the manager of a garden centre in Salisbury, you know." It was partly bullshit but she did seem to be impressed.

"I live just here" she said, suddenly, pointing to a row of tiny, Victorian cottages in a small crescent. I swung the car round and parked outside, there were no lights in the street or any of the windows. 

"These are sheltered homes for the elderly," she explained, "I am sleeping on my Granny's settee until I can get a place of my own." Obviously my getting invited in was going to be out of the question and tomorrow night now looked less promising. She released her seat belt and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, "Thanks for the ride....I am really looking forward to our date, tomorrow." 

Bloody hell, I thought; sod, tomorrow, there must be an easier way than this, I didn't want to take her on a date, I just wanted a shag. I suddenly decided that I had not yet given up on tonight and reached round and cupped the back of her head with one hand pulling her forwards so that our lips met. Annabelle half responded, her lips pressed back against mine but she made little protesting noises and pulled her head back against my hand, before relaxing again. I raised my other hand up to the nape of her neck and slid the tips of my fingers up into the hair line beneath her bobbed hair, gently rubbing and massaging with my finger tips, on that magical erogenous zone, then trailed my fingers downwards making little soft swirling motions on her neck and throat, pulling her cravat away and dropping it onto the dashboard. 

This was the point of no return, now I would know for certain if 'The Touch' was real or just a figment of my imagination. The others, Alice, Sharon and Debbie, had all been girls that I knew, that I already had some level of relationship with, Annabelle was a total stranger, we had spent maybe half an hour together and neither had any level of affection for the other.

Then all of a sudden her mouth was pressing hard to mine and she began to seek for my tongue with hers, now fully participating in the kiss. One arm snaked around my neck and she ran the splayed fingers of her other hand sensually down my chest. Our lips, slick with saliva, finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily. I looked into her face, her cheeks were a little flushed and her eyes were murky pools of brown lust, the message was written there clear and plain, she wanted it, and was ready for it, as quickly as that! I pulled her tighter into me and brought my hand down under her uniform jacket to cup one small breast, she was wearing a padded bra but I could feel the firmness of that small tit through the material, I slid my hand further down to rest on her waist, her flesh was hot and trembling beneath her shirt. We stayed like that for several minutes snogging and exploring each others bodies through our clothing. The heater had been running and the inside of the car was very warm, but I noticed that the windscreen and windows were staring to mist up. 

The Range Rover is a big car, but grappling over the centre column between the front seats became uncomfortable after a few minutes. I broke away from her and reached for the seat control, she grabbed my free hand and started to kiss the tips of my fingers then pressed my palm back on her chest, pushing it into the front of her shirt as my seat started to tilt backwards. The Range Rover did not have fully reclining seats but I pushed back until it was at a 30 degree angle, then took her hand and started to climb between the seats into the back of the car drawing her after me, the car was the model with the big, deep, two pad, 4 person bench seat in the rear and I pulled Annabelle onto the thick cushions. My hand was still inside her shirt but now her bra had pushed upwards and I was fondling her small nipple as we sat next to each other and resumed our kiss. Annabelle went off like a sex seeking missile! Her kissing was now really hot, she sucked and tongue wrestled so furiously that several times her teeth caught and bruised my lips and her fingers were entwined in my hair, her nails digging into my scalp. 

She released my head, and shrugged out of her coat and jacket, tossing them over the seat back without our lips ever breaking contact, then pushed her skirt, panties and tights down over her hips and kicked them into a corner of the leg well. I fumbled with her buttons. Her blouse and bra followed the skirt into the corner, as she frantically tugged and pulled my jumper and shirt over my head. I kicked and wriggled my way out of my jeans and trainers and suddenly we were naked, panting and laughing, and half on, half off the seat, my tool standing stiffly to attention between us pressing against her ribs. I felt around and produced a condom from my trouser pocket and clumsily pulled in on, she reached down and smoothed the rubber, "Wow," gasped Annabelle, "That feels soooo, hard." 

It was dark in the car and the windows were now totally misted up, but I could see her pale form well enough and I guess she could see me as well. I pushed her back so that she was sitting upright and then I knelt down between her parted legs and started to kiss and nibble up the inside of one thigh until I reached her black furred pussy. I brought my hand down and parted the lips with my fingers, she was incredibly hot and wet and her butter ball was well lubricated, my finger tips rolled it around and then I found it with the tip of my tongue. 

She let out a shuddering moan, "God, that.... Feels.... amazing," she gasped, and grabbed my poor, sore, hair again to push my face against her slit, I could taste her cunny juices on my tongue and remember thinking how different they tasted to Debbie's, not unpleasant, just different. As I continued to massage her clit and flick it with my tongue, she moaned and ground her pussy against my lips. I came up for breath and thrust two fingers deep into her pussy rubbing the tips against the soft wet ceiling of her vagina. I must have accidentally found and hit the G-spot because she let out a loud gasp, and began screaming in pleasure, "Oh, my God, I'm gonna cum.....oh yes, more.....more, don't stop!" then she was cumming, her crotch was bucking against my hand, as if her pussy was trying to gobble up my fingers and was oozing with the juices of her desire. 

Annabelle was really on heat and I was well past ready, my prick was swollen and pulsing and wanting release. "I want that great cock in here, Jamie," she said between moans. I was in full agreement. I raised myself over her, shuddering with expectation so much that the tip of my prick was stabbing at her pussy lips then pushed forward starting to enter her. "Oh yes," she panted, "put it in....all the way.....I want to feel it filling me, right up to my throat!" She was really wet and I thrust hard as far into her as I could get and kept pushing until I felt her pussy lips against the base of my cock. She started to surge against my thrusts and then stopped and put her hands against my chest, "Wait!" she said breathlessly, "Don't take it out, but sit back a bit." Then she did the most incredible thing. She raised both knees, and put her ankles over my shoulders so that her feet were behind my head then put her arms around my waist, rolled back almost into a ball, and pulled me into her. She unbalanced me and I slumped heavily forward on top of her my shoulders forcing her ankles back until her knees were hovering above her face. The movement forcibly rammed my prick even harder into her...it was the deepest, hardest, penetration I had ever experienced and to this day I do not know how I never exploded right then. 

Annabelle must have had ball bearing hips, she started to rock back and forth meeting each thrust as I pounded into her, moaning and crying out, "Yes!.... yes!.... Fuck me! ....Fuck me harder....don't stop.....make me cum again!" 

My tool throbbed and pulsed and I released my load into the condom and collapsed unmoving onto her. Annabelle's legs were still trapped beneath my shoulders and she continued to push and grind even though my dick was starting to weaken. I needed to get rid of the loaded Durex and pulled my tool slowly out of her and dropped the rubber carefully onto my shirt so that I did not get my jiz onto the car carpet. "God, no..."she shouted as I withdrew, "don't stop ...not yet ....no, not yet!" Then to my amazement she started to sob, and I could see tears running down her face. 

I did not know what to say or do, so I said nothing. I moved back to kneel in front of her again. Annabelle swung her fantastic legs down and hooked her heels behind my buttocks, sat up, and kissed me once on the lips, I tasted salty tears, then said in a soft choky voice, "You stopped! ......I didn't want you to stop....not yet!" She reached down and fumbled around until she found my half erect prick then quickly slid forward and took it into her mouth; I groaned as I felt the hot wetness of her mouth covering me. I looked down into her face, and could see the lust in her brown eyes, she grasped my tool at the base then started to play her tongue around the sensitive cock-cap until my prick began to harden again then sucked and slurped, moving up and down the shaft. It was one good blow job, and I laid my hands softly on the top of her head to encourage her to continue. She increased her speed and took my hardening prick deeper until I could feel the tip touching her throat and I began to feel the urge to cum again. "Stop now, or I'm gonna come down your throat," I moaned, but I did not really want her to stop. 

She eased my cock out of her mouth but held onto it with one hand. "Don't you dare come yet!" she threatened, "We're not done yet......I need to cum again and I want you to fuck me until I do!" She had one hand moving firmly up and down my erection and brought the other down to her own crotch and began playing with herself, pushing three, small, fingers inside her pussy; I could hear small wet, slapping noises as they moved in and out. Very quickly she started to moan and whimper and I could see she was ready to fuck again. I gave up all thoughts of trying for another condom and hauled myself over her as she guided my tool into her love tunnel for the second time. This time the shagging was slower and less frantic but just as intense, I impaled her with long, hard thrusts, each of which she met with a plunge of her own, both of us grunting and crying out as we pounded to release. 

Annabelle climaxed with a loud incoherent scream, pounding her fists on the back of my shoulders and her legs clamped around my waist, her heels drumming on my buttocks. I followed seconds after as I hurriedly pulled out of her, my juices spurting onto her stomach and puddling into her naval and the thick bush of pubic hair. My sex numbed brain reluctantly kicked in and I quickly snatched up my under pants to dab her clean before the sticky mess dripped onto the seat. 

We did not talk, but by unspoken agreement, just pulled on our togs then just sat quietly for a minute or two, I squeezed her hand and she smiled at me weakly. "I'll see you tomorrow night, then," she said, "I will call you at your hotel room so we can meet....be by the phone about seven, yes?"

I let her out of the car, climbed into the driver seat and watched her run to the door of a cottage and let her self in with only a small last minute wave. 

I switched on the Mozart cassette, turned up the volume and drove slowly back to the hotel. Annabelle had turned out to be one fantastic fuck, but I was not sure if I still wanted to hook up with her the next night, and right now I was shagged to exhaustion and that sort of difficult decision could wait until tomorrow. 

I treated myself to the full cooked breakfast at the hotel before leaving for Lowe's Garden Centre at 9 the next morning. Charles Lowe turned out to be a handsome man of about 50, charming and helpful and by the photographs around the walls of his office, an ex-army officer, The Guards and SAS, you got to know these things living at Salisbury near the garrison and training grounds. He took the whole day to show me around and answer my questions, gave me an excellent lunch at the swanky restaurant on site and tolerated my snapping away with my camera at everything. I left about five o'clock really pleased with the day's achievements, a couple of rolls of films and a lot of really useful ideas.

Back at the Maid's Head Hotel, I showered, shaved and changed into my casual gear. I still had not decided if I was going to meet up with Annabelle again, but was ready if I did want to. I laid on the big double bed with a book about the history of Norwich, I had bought at the Castle Museum on Wednesday, and read until about 7.30. Annabelle had not called and I started to believe that she was the one who didn't want to meet again, in a way I was relieved as I was really not sure if I even liked her very much. 




The Touch Ch. 04



By 8pm I was starting to think of going down to the bar for a drink when I heard the room door open and close, I looked up and there stood Annabelle. She was dressed in a black ankle length overcoat and carrying two large paper carrier bags. "Sorry I'm late," she said, "I'm not supposed to be in the hotel when I am off duty, and had to wait downstairs until it was safe to sneak up the back staircase......." She beamed and nodded back to the door, "I case you are wondering, I borrowed a pass key from the desk this morning." 

She put the bags down on the floor stepped to the end of the bed and unbuttoned her coat. Beneath it she was stark, bloody naked, except for her shoes. She indicated the carrier bags, "First one is my clothes," she explained, "the other is a couple of bottles of wine, bottle opener, crisps and a packet of fags. We can have a picnic right here!" She fished about in the bag and came up with something in a Boots the Chemist bag, "Oh, and I bought us a whole bag of condoms!"

We both laughed out loud and then she stepped out of her shoes, dropped her coat to the floor and stood in front of me totally nude.

"I think we should fuck first and drink after!" she announced, then dived onto the bed beside me.

We shagged before the wine, and then again after the wine. Annabelle got up about 6.30, took a bath, changed into her work uniform and put her outdoor coat back on. "I'll sneak down and make out I came in the back door," she explained, "this place is like a warren and they won't notice this time of the day." She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss, "It's been great, Jamie.......I still haven't figured out what happened between us, yet" she added, "I don't usually fuck guys on the first date, but I'm glad that we did!" Then she just left. 

I had breakfast and then went to reception to sign the bill. Annabelle was not at the desk and I did not see her again. I wasn't sorry. We were really no closer than when we first met, we still knew nothing about each other. She had been a great fuck but there was no emotional attachment and I knew that I would remember the shag long after I had forgotten her face....I hoped that it would be the same for her. 

I took a slow drive back to Salisbury, stopping at a car dealership near a town called Thetford to have the Range Rover washed and valet cleaned inside. I was sure that Annabelle and I had not made a mess but I needed to be sure, I would tell Maggie that I thought the car smelled of my cigarette smoke. I arrived back at the garden centre after mid-day. Jack told me that Maggie had gone up to London shopping with Mum, for the day so I parked the car up by her house and then rode into Salisbury on my moped to get the photographs from Norwich developed. I sat in the office that afternoon and wrote up my notes from the visit and at six o'clock there was no sign of Maggie returning so I closed up and went home. 

The trip to Norwich had been a complete success, the visit to Lowe's was really useful and I had lots of new ideas for our business that I wanted to talk through with Maggie. Equally importantly to me.....the impromptu two nighter shag with Annabelle had completely drained away my lust, sexual tension and horniness, at least for now.....I knew that it would return... but I would face that when it happened. 



The Touch Ch. 05



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Chapter 5: Cold Days and Hot Nights

The Guy Fawkes party came and went, it was a total success and everybody enjoyed it. Most of November was occupied with preparing the garden centre for the rush of business that would happen over Christmas. By the end of November the shop was full of Christmas gifts for the gardener, holly wreaths, potted poinsettias and Christmas tree baubles. Outside, the front of the buildings were festooned with fairy lights and the yard had been filled with some rented market stalls displaying sprigs and garlands of holly, ivy and mistletoe and seasonal plants in festive reds and greens. The rest of centre was temporarily closed to the public as the builders were already on site marking out for the laying of new electrical cables, plumbing and sewage pipes for the new buildings and the site was an obstacle course of pegs, strings and half dug trenches. 

Maggie and I spent a lot of time together finalising our plans and making last minute adjustments. Some of the ideas that I had brought back from the Norwich trip had been merged into the design and we were confident that all would ready for a big re-opening at Easter. 

The first week of December that year was very cold we even had a small flurry of snow and most days dawned to a white ground frost, it felt wintry and people were thinking about the Christmas holidays. We had received our first delivery of cut and small root ball Christmas Trees; I had talked Maggie into expanding our range of trees and placing a couple of adverts in the local papers. By Saturday afternoon of that first week we had virtually sold out and on Monday Jack and me took the truck and drove down to the Forestry Commission plantation near Lyndhurst and bought another load of fifty trees ranging from 3' to 7', all prime trees that would stay green through the Christmas period and on a whim I added to that a real monster about 20' high which we erected just inside the main gate, garlanded with lights which could be seen from the main road. Maggie was out when we got back and the big tree was erected and the lights working by the time she returned. She had been into Southampton shopping with Mum and Emma and by the number of parcels in the car had bought most of the town. The four of us stood in the yard just looking up at the tree, Mum and Maggie were on each side of me with their arms linked through mine and were as delighted as a couple of kids and even Emma seemed to be in a good mood and for once behaved nicely without bitching and sniping at everyone and stood on the end with Mum's arm around her shoulders. 

Jack and one of the student part timers were looking after the greenhouses and potting sheds and I had the other two men working the Christmas stalls. We had a temporary cashier to help Maggie in the shop, Mrs.Cardew, an elderly lady who came in for a couple of weeks at Christmas every year, and we were expecting Debbie and Joanna to return during the winter break from university. I filled in wherever I was needed and did most of the Christmas tree deliveries, but had my exams in the Spring for my Cities and Guilds certificate and at Maggie's insistence spend a good deal of time in the office swatting. 

The beginning of December was memorable for several reasons some of which were happier than others. I got home on Tuesday night about nine, I had dropped into the habit of staying late at the office either working or studying most evenings. Mum was sitting on the couch reading the paper and sipping a glass of wine, Emma was either out or in her room. She looked up, "Hello love," she said, "sit down and have a glass of wine with me." I got a glass, poured myself some Chianti and flopped into the arm chair. 

We chatted for a few minutes about what sort of day I had had, how things were progressing at work but I could see that something was going on; Mum was bright and bubbly and seemed to be bursting to tell me some news of her own. In the end I just said, "OK Mum, what's going on, I know you are up to something?" 

She beamed at me, "Just stay there," she said and went out, I heard her go upstairs and after a few minutes come back down. The door opened and she stood there, laughing with arms akimbo, Hollywood starlet style. It took me a few seconds to realise that she was wearing a different nurse's uniform, dark blue with white trim. She had finally got her promotion to senior sister. 

"Hey!" I said teasing her, "that is fantastic, great costume....really but really sexy, are we going to a fancy dress orgy?" I swept her up in a bear hug, lifting her right off the ground and swinging her round, whilst she laughed and slapped at my arms in mock annoyance. 

"Stop acting the fool," she giggled, "I worked bloody hard for this and it means a lot more money."

"I know, Mum," I said seriously, "I really am proud of you, you deserve a bit of good luck." I was still holding her feet off the floor so I put her down, held her at arms length and smiled, "but I still think the gear is dead sexy...I think that you should keep it on and we should party, eh!" 

I had learned from Maggie that she really had worked hard over the years, I had not realised that she had worked and studied to get her State Registered Nurse status, and had kept up her membership of the Royal College of Nurses even after she had Emma and I to look after. Dad was away most of the time already and Maggie had helped out by looking after us as well as the twins so that Mum could work and study for the top qualification. 

It was great to see her smiling and laughing again, it made her look years younger. We sat for a couple of hours talking and drinking wine until she said, "I'm for bed, sweetheart, starting the new job tomorrow and I'm on early shift," she leaned over and kissed me, her lips brushing mine like feathers, "don't stay up too long now." I listened to her climb the stairs and go into her bedroom, sat and finished my drink, smoked a cigarette and then turned in for the night. 

I lay in bed and just couldn't get the picture of Mum in that dark blue nurse's uniform and those black tights out of my mind, I couldn't get to sleep and my erection was causing a tent in the bed if I laid on my back and it was just impossible to lay on my stomach. In the end I got up, listened against Emma and Mum's door to make sure they were asleep and then went into the bathroom, locked the door and ran a hot shower, stepped in and indulged my fantasy about Mum and that uniform by beating off beneath the hot fierce flow of water.

The second good happening of the week, also involved Mum. I was standing in the yard of the garden centre talking to Maggie and Jack about 3 in the afternoon, on Thursday, it was overcast and cold and we were bundled up in overcoats and scarves but there were several customers looking at the Christmas Trees and picking over the plant stalls. A car pulled through the main gates, but, instead of turning into the car park came straight up the drive and stopped outside the shop. It was a metallic blue 1985 VW Golf five door hatchback, and I felt my mouth drop open when the door opened and the driver got out, it was Mum!

Maggie and I trotted over to her. Mum's beaming smile filled her whole face, she patted the top of the car, "So what do you think," she asked "do you like my new baby?" 

"Bloody hell, Mum, it's great!" I enthused. She had sold her last car after Dad left and she could not afford to keep it on the road, I know she missed having her own wheels, getting the bus to the hospital and back was a drag particularly in the winter. Having a car again would make a real difference for her. "When did this happen?" I asked.

"I had been looking around the dealers for a car I could afford for weeks," she said," then I saw this one the day the hospital told me I was made up to senior sister, I went in and paid the deposit there and then, and picked it up this afternoon and drove straight here." She opened the door, "Come on, get in you two, I'll take you for a spin around the block, I want to share this moment with my two favourite people." That was weird; Mum was almost talking to Maggie and I as if we were a couple, I know that it was not what she intended but it made me go goose flesh. A couple, I should be that lucky!

I slipped in beside her, Maggie got into the back and Mum pulled out onto the main road. We made small talk about the car and her new job and just drove around for ten minutes or so then she dropped us back at the centre, waved goodbye and went home. I was really pleased for her, I did not ask, how much, or how she was paying for it, Mum was bright and intelligent and had a real hang-up about being in debt so I knew she had it covered. Maybe things were starting to really turn around for us as a family at last. 

Friday's happening was a sad event, Maggie and I went to the funeral of old Gracie Dwight. Charlie Dwight owned a largish farm and market garden about a mile up the road between Mum's house and the garden centre, with big orchards, strawberry fields and a Farm Shop which sold their produce direct to the public. All the local kids knew Mrs. Dwight, she was a nice old lady who handed out free apples or pears to any children who went up to the farm shop. I suppose that it wasn't really a shop so much as a market style stall but it had been run by Gracie for as long as any body could remember, all her produce was top notch and people came from all around for her fruit and veg. 

Mum had wanted to attend the funeral but had an important meeting at work, so Maggie asked me to go with her. I came into work that morning in my suit with a white shirt. The most sombre tie I possessed was a blue stripe so Maggie found me a black funeral tie that had belonged to 'Ben the Bastard', I hated wearing it and after the funeral threw it on the compost heap, and later bought a black tie of my own.

The funeral was to be held at the parish church in a village a couple of miles up the road so we took the Range Rover, and Maggie had me drive. Maggie had dressed in a black wool coat over a black skirt suit which hugged her hips and bum, a pale violet polo neck jumper beneath her jacket, sheer black tights and a plain round black hat. She looked absolutely fabulous and sexy as hell. 

After the service Maggie put her arm through mine as we stood at the graveside and kept it there when we walked back to the car. We all went back to the farm house afterwards for the traditional tea and sandwiches. I stood in a corner feeling a bit awkward, it was my first funeral and I wasn't sure what to say to anybody. In the end a man about thirty approached me and introduced himself as Mark Dwight, Charlie and Gracie's son. He was a pleasant man and as we talked it came out that he would now be taking over the farm, Charlie wanted to retire and with Gracie gone he had to close the farm shop as he could not find anybody to run it for him. A great idea popped into my head but I kept it to myself.

On the way home I told Maggie about my conversation with Mark. "I've had this idea," I said, "what if we turn one of the new outhouse units into a farm produce shop supplied by Mark. Gracie's old customers will need to find somewhere to get their fruit and vegetables and it could attract more people into the centre." I parked in front of the shop and turned to Maggie, "Do you think it would be worth looking into?"

"It's a great idea." she enthused, "Let's take a couple of days to work out the estimated overheads, you'll need to take on somebody to mind the shop, then if it seems viable you can go and negotiate something with Mark Dwight." 

"Me!" I exclaimed. 

"Yes, you! It's your idea, so it can be your project. I am going to make a businessman out of you if it kills me." she added laughing. I got out of the car and she climbed over to the driver seat that drove back to the house to change her clothes. I changed into my working gear and then went out to give the lads an overdue lunch break.

That evening I kept my promise to Mum, we took her new car and drove out to the Ship Inn at Burcombe and I bought her dinner. I would have invited Emma as well but she was out somewhere with her friends. Mum looked terrific, she had been to the hairdressers that afternoon and had her honey coloured hair blonde streaked, to disguise the grey hairs, she said. It was now cut into a bob style, chin length with the tips curled under, and looked great. She was wearing a new knee length dress of black with bold angular splashes of red and gold and blue, very fashionable and very continental, the sort of gear that Maggie would wear. It showed off her figure perfectly, she was marginally more solid than Maggie, with a slightly thicker waist and bigger breasts, and her hips and buttocks were round and firm. She looked suddenly so much happier and younger and very, very alluring. 

I think we confused the landlord of the Ship Inn, because he recognised me immediately, but was a bit thrown by Mum, she was so like Maggie but, not Maggie. Our meal was great but the pub was very busy so we had coffee at the table not in the bar and then Mum let me drive her new car home. It was a super evening; we both relaxed and had enjoyed being together for the first time in ages. She was my mother but I felt like we had been on a date. Before going to bed we sat for a while in the kitchen, and discovered that we only had one cigarette left between us so we shared it, passing it back and forth to take alternate puffs then Mum said good night, kissed me on the cheek and went up to bed. I sat still holding the cold cigarette filter tip in my lips, it tasted of her lipstick which I found erotic. I suppose I should have felt guilty about that, she was my mother, but I didn't. 

Saturday night I got a call from Josh, a mate from college asking me to meet up in Salisbury for a drink, I did not want to take the moped if I was drinking and so got the bus into town, as we passed the garden centre I peered up at Maggie's house, but there were no lights on and the Range Rover was not parked out front so I guessed that she had gone out. 

Friday night is drinking night in Salisbury. I met Josh and a couple of the other guys and we spend the evening on a pub crawl through the centre of town. It was only a fortnight to Christmas and the city was heaving with groups of workers from the offices and shops out for the annual Christmas meal and booze-up. We were a bit pissed and cheeky and managed to get ourselves included in a couple of rounds of drinks by just mingling with the parties and ordering drinks at the bar, nobody noticed and we thought that it was hilarious, typical students arsing about on a lad's night out. It got towards closing time and my last bus had already long gone so I was resigned to walking home. Josh had his father's car, but I thought that he was a bit too rat-arsed to drive, and said so. When he still insisted on driving we parted amicably, the others went to the car park. I sat on a wall outside the Berni Inn in Milford Street, smoking, it was cold and I only had on my waxed bikers jacket over a t-shirt, but the alcohol was keeping me warm from the inside. 

I must have been day dreaming because suddenly I realised that planted right in front of me were a girl's knees and legs, emerging from a short grey skirt. I looked up with a bit of a start. It was Joanna. She must have come down from university early, I was not expecting to see her or Debbie until they started work at the garden centre again nearer Christmas. 

"Hi,Jo!" I said, desperately trying not to slur or mumble, and stood up so that we could hug. "You are home early.....it's good to see you." And it was. 

"Came home for the weekend for a friend's birthday," she explained, then swept her arm to indicate her two companions standing a few yards away, "That's Suey, the birthday girl...." She pointed to a rather attractive Chinese girl," then leaned in to whisper, "The other one who looks like Miss Piggy, is my cousin Bethany....we got stuck with her for the night." The poor bitch really did look like a Muppet; she was huge all round with legs like tree trunks and was dressed in a long bright pink quilted anorak with pink fun fur trim. I shuddered with the thought of meeting that on a blind date...if she got one of those legs over you, you would not be getting up in a hurry! 

We hugged again and she started to move off towards her friends, "See you next week I called! Then on a whim, "Call me at home, if you fancy doing anything tomorrow?" Saturday was my day off, that week.

"Yes, OK," she called back as they walked away, "that would be great...we can do some catching up."

By the time I had walked home I was sober but bloody freezing. Mum and Emma were already in bed so I made a mug of hot chocolate, dumped a slug of brandy into it and took it upstairs and sat in bed, slipping the chocolate, smoking and listening to Mozart through my headphones. 

Joanna did call me the next morning.....Emma took the call and stamped into the kitchen where I was sitting with Mum, "It's some tart for you!" she snapped, her good mood had soon evaporated again and she was her normal shitty self. I went through to the hall and sat on the stairs with the phone. 

"I can't see you today, I promised to spend the day with Suey.....but we can hang out on Sunday if you want?" Joanna told me. I said that I was good with that and we arranged to meet in Salisbury in the afternoon and take in a film at the Odeon. As usual there was bugger else going on, even the restaurants closed on Sunday, except for the Berni Inn, but the Odeon had started showing a double feature matinee of old re-runs on Sunday afternoons. 

I spend Saturday at home, helping Mum about the house in the morning then after lunch we both put our coats on and went out into the garden, the weather had turned a lot milder and we started by raking up dead leaves and dragging them to the compost heap. I spent some time chopping kindling, we always have a proper fire at Christmas, Jack had helped me to cut down a dead poplar tree at the bottom of the garden in the summer so we had plenty of logs and chippings. It was a good afternoon....Mum and I mucked about, throwing leaves at each other and I chased her around the garden with a shrivelled up, dead, grass snake which had failed to hibernate before the frost and which I had found under the compost heap. By dusk we were both exhausted with exertion and laughing. As we came back into the house, the front door banged and I guessed that Emma had gone out again. 

Mum had made one of her famous boiled beef and carrot casseroles, with potatoes and suet dumplings, it was a favourite of mine but with Emma out there was still going to be more than we could comfortably eat in one sitting so Mum called Maggie and invited her over for supper. She arrived about seven, bearing gifts.....two bottles of superior claret, a gateaux, and a couple of videos. 

I thought Mum and Maggie really did look like twins that night. Both were dressed in sweaters and jeans that hugged and showed off their figures and both were wearing their honey coloured hair tied back with a ribbon....I do not think that the almost matching outfits were planned, but then...they were twins after all, and twins do these things unintentionally. The thought that it could have been premeditated and for my benefit was just a total fantasy but it really turned me on. After supper we took the remains of the second bottle of wine into the sitting room. We sat in a row on the settee and watched the videos, I was in the middle and it was a bit of a squeeze, neither of them seemed to notice, but I pulled off my sweater and held it over my lap to hide the boner that kept coming back all evening. 




The Touch Ch. 05



The movies ended and Mum went through to the kitchen to make coffee and tea, I heard the front door bang again and Emma's running footsteps on the stairs, I was grateful she had stayed out, the three hours sitting between Mum and Maggie had been fantastic, I felt, warm, elated, horny, and frustrated all at the same time, but it had still been a terrific evening. Maggie and I followed Mum into the kitchen and we sat at the table with our hot drinks talking until Maggie looked at her watch and exclaimed, "It's gone mid-night....I had better be going!" I didn't want the atmosphere of the evening to end so I suggested that she stay the night in the spare room and when that failed offered to drive her home and walk back, but she said no and went home alone. 

Mum and I stood in the doorway and waved as she pulled out of the drive, then closed the door and stood at the foot of the stairs. "I'm going to bed," Mum said and stifled a yawn, "it was a really nice day and a lovely evening, thank you." She reached up and pulled my head down and kissed me on the corner of the mouth. I put my arm round her waist and gave her a squeeze then let my hand rest lightly on her buttock, probably for no more than three seconds, but it seemed longer, she didn't move away. Mum gave me another quick peck on the cheek and then turned and went upstairs. I went back to the kitchen, lit a fag, and drained the last of my coffee. That brief touch to her arse had left me with a serious hard on, but I needed to wait until Mum and Emma were securely in their rooms before I could risk beating off in the shower. 

Mum dropped me off to meet Joanna outside the Odeon about 4 o'clock Sunday afternoon. Joanna, as usual, looked smart, she was short and very slim, with small tits but well shaped legs, a quite pretty face and dark brown hair which she normally wore in a pony tail, but today it was hanging loose in a wavy cloud around her shoulders. She was wearing a light grey mini skirt, with white opaque tights, which showed off her legs to perfection and an expensive looking, white leather bomber jacket which was zipped up to the throat. 

There was a bit of a queue as there was nothing else happening in town. The cinema was showing a re-run of two 1960's Christopher Lee vampire movies, they were classics and we were happy enough with the program and so joined the queue. The weather had now suddenly turned milder but It was cold outside and not much better in the auditorium. The Odeon was an old fashioned cinema housed in a 15th century building; the seating was hard and the heating system only worked when it felt like it, but that gave me an excuse to put my arm around Joanna's shoulders and pull her against me. She didn't object and we watched the films through with her snugged against my shoulder, occasionally I would lean across and give her a small kiss on the top of her head, she didn't object to that either.

We left the theatre at about 8.30 and strolled slowly down New Canal Street holding hands, and pausing occasionally to share a light kiss, and although I was not pressing her too hard she was responding to my attentions. I had always liked Joanna; she was quiet and a bit shy but had a hidden, wicked sense of humour and was very, very intelligent. She and Debbie had been friends since school and both had chosen to go to Cardiff University and share digs, but whilst Debbie had chosen a degree in sociology, Joanna was doing back to back Law and German, with a Russian course thrown in for good measure. 

Choices being limited, we decided to make our way to the Berni Inn where we had bumped into each other on Friday night, I wasn't short of cash these days and I thought that Joanna would appreciate the quieter atmosphere of the steak bar to the rowdier burger shops which were full of teens and students on Sunday nights. We sat and enjoyed steaks, a bottle of Mateus Rose, Black Forest Gateaux and Irish Coffees, whilst catching up on the past three months. I asked after Debbie and could tell by her smirk that she knew something, if not all, about our weekend together at the end of September, it was to be expected, girls do talk, that's what they do. 

"We will both be back to work at the garden centre for Christmas fortnight, and New Year," she confirmed, "if you still want us, that is?" I felt that she might be probing me on Debbie's behalf to find out if I had any reservations about seeing her again, so enthused about wanting both of them back on the team. 

It seemed a good opening to ask the question that had been on my lips all evening, "Are you staying at Debbie's caravan, again?" I asked, hoping that she would say yes. I felt a bit disappointed when she said no. We seemed to be really connecting that evening and I was pretty confident that given the right breaks I would able to entice her into the sack, but the weather was still too cold for an outside shag, Mum and Emma were at home and I did not want to risk putting lights on at the garden centre with Maggie up at the big house. 

"I am staying at my mother's place for the week-end," she expanded. I remembered that Joanna's mother was divorced and lived in a tiny bungalow off the Old Blandford Road, I had driven Joanna over there once, in the van, after work. Debbie had told me they didn't really get on that well, which was why Joanna had opted to stay with her at the caravan during the summer break. She looked at her watch; it was nine-fifty-five. "Mummy will be in bed filled up with sleepers and should be sound asleep by now," she said, "if you want to come back for coffee, or a night-cap, you can....nothing will wake her now until 9 tomorrow morning." 

We finished our Irish coffees and I called a mini-cab, there was no point in even looking for a meter taxi on a Sunday night. It wasn't until we were in the car and on route that I thought to ask her the most obvious question, "Do you have a boy friend, Jo?"

"Not likely," she answered, "With three degree courses, I don't really have time for going out much." The cab pulled up at the bungalow and I paid the fare and followed Joanna inside. "Through here..." she said beckoning me into the kitchen on one side of the front door, and then continued where she had left off in the cab. "I just do not want a long term or fixed relationship," she said, then, "Don't think that because I have no regular guy in tow I am celibate," she stated, "I could not bear that......but sex has to come without ties or commitments. And it has to be with the right guy!" She turned and gave me a huge smile then stepped up and gently pushed her lips against mine and held them there for several seconds. I could not believe that I was hearing this from, quiet, shy, serious Joanna, the girl who hardly ever swore, did not talk about sex or make vulgar jokes, and I just could not imagine her being an emotionless cock-jockey. 

She removed her leather jacket and hung in on the back of the kitchen door, then filled the kettle and switched it on. I came up behind her and put my arms around her waist hugging her to me and pushed my face forward so that our cheeks were together and I could feel the flutter of her eyelashes. After a minute I started to move my hands up her torso intending to cup both of her tiny breasts in my palms. She twisted around in my arms and glanced up at me; her blue eyes sparkled like sapphires, she was still that shy girl but her eyes now held a promise of something deep and lustful. "You can kiss me if you want to," she said very simply and tilted her head upwards, her lips slightly open and ready. 

I pressed my mouth to hers and tentatively pushed the tip of my tongue between her lips, her responding kiss was soft and yielding and gentle but with a hint of hidden passion. We clung to each other, lips pressed together until the moment was broken by an urgent whistle from the kettle. We broke apart, laughing, "Leave it!" she muttered and leaned into me again her mouth seeking mine. This time neither of us was going to be satisfied with one gentle kiss. I felt her hands creep around my waist and her finger tips push into the tops of the patch pockets of my jeans and push against my arse. I responded by sliding my hands up to cover her tits with my palms, they felt firm and round and I could just feel the slight protrusion made by her small nipples through her bra and halter top.

I released her breasts and pulled her right into my arms and leaned her back against the kitchen work top so that she was bent slightly backwards and we kissed harder and longer, her tongue now felt like a moist, swollen adder, striking into my mouth and around the inside of my lips. I swept my hands slowly down the full length of her body, touching and squeezing her breasts, belly and upper thighs then returning up her back over buttocks and waist and coming to rest either side of her face. Joanna was standing on the tips of her toes with her legs slightly open and I pushed my knees between hers and ground my erection into her crotch. We mashed our mouths together again, she had her eyes closed now and I could feel her chest rising and falling against mine and her hand exploring the waistband of my jeans, pulling the tail of my shirt free then sliding inside to stoke the bare skin on my back. 

Joanna pushed away from the kitchen cabinet and still pecking at my mouth with small kisses took my hand and led me out into the darkened hall then stopped and signalled me to stay where I was, I could hear deep breathing coming from somewhere at the rear of the bungalow. I saw her shadowy figure slip down the hall and silently close a door and the breathing sounds were cut off. She beckoned me to her then took my hand again and drew me into a room on the other side of the hall and closed the door. The curtains were open and the light from the moon was enough for me to see that this must be her bedroom, there was a white painted wardrobe and chest of drawers, a beaten up old three draw desk and chair, both stacked with reference books, and a single bed against the wall under the window with a pink eiderdown quilt. 

We stood in the middle of the room with our mouths together and our groins gyrating and grinding into each other for several minutes and then broke apart as if by a pre-arranged signal, both of us tugging and pulling at the other's clothes until we both stood virtually naked. I felt slightly ridiculous, she had stripped me bare except for my bloody socks, whilst even in the dim light from the window she looked sensuous and seductive, wearing only her tiny black, lace panties and her white opaque hold up stockings. In the moonlight her skin was pale and luminescent and her small breasts were shallow white globes with pale pink, tiny button nipples. I reached out and gently ran my finger tips over them and felt them instantly swell under my touch to delicate little nubs. I pulled her to me again and pressed my now pulsing erection hard against her belly then bodily picked her up and stepped to the bed. She weighed virtually nothing in my arms like a tiny soft Barbie doll. I laid her on the bed and then lowered myself down next to her, my prick pressing hard against her thigh whilst my lips roamed across her breasts. Laying down, her tiny tits were almost flat with just the small erect nipples to indicate their position. I drew my tongue gently down her stomach until I reached the top of her panties which I gripped in my teeth and began to tug. She made a tiny sound, a small giggle, and her hand came down to help ease the triangle of lace over her buttocks and down her legs to drop onto the floor by the bed. I left her stockings on; the notion of fucking her with those stocking clad legs wrapped around me was exciting. 

I was so, ready! My balls were aching and my prick was throbbing with the need to be inside her. I lowered my self over her and felt her left hand slip between us and grasp my tool, her slender tiny fingers stoked up and down making my dick even harder and drawing it closer towards release. I could feel the warmth and moisture from her pussy and rotated my hips and felt her wetness on my groin and then coating my prick and suddenly I was pressing between her pussy lips and entering her hot, tight tunnel. Her hands were pulling at my buttocks and her heels were drumming against my calves urging me further into her. I lowered my whole body onto her and thrust slowly forward until I was completely inside her, she locked her legs around mine and we just lay there entwined and gently rocking back and forth each tiny thrust bringing a surge of sensation to my glans and bringing me closer and closer to eruption. I moved my lips over her face and her lips pressed against my ear, "Oh, yes, Jamie," she whispered, so softly that I almost missed her words, the first words she had spoken during our love making, "Oh, yes, Oh yes!" Her hot tongue flicked out and thrust into my ear, fucking it! God! That was so sensual, I involuntarily jerked and spasmed and with a fierce forward thrust ejaculated hard into her, my prick throbbed and I thought that I would never stop firing, I came like a machine gun.

I collapsed onto her and she hugged me to her, kissing my face and making tiny whimpering noises in her throat. After several minutes I moved to lay beside her, she did not appear to have been crushed so was probably tougher than she looked. Fucking Joanna had been sensational, but I didn't think that she had climaxed yet, and I wanted her to be satisfied too. I slid my hand down to her pussy and probed with my fingers, I could feel how engorged and moist she already was, her small patch of curly snatch was wet with her own juices and soaked with my cum which was still dripping out of her onto that pink quilt. Her lips were moving silently and her breath was coming in deep gasps, like a woman in labour, as I worked my fingers around her clit, then deep into her vagina, back to the clit and then inside her again. My hand was soaked and her pussy was frothy with our combined moisture, then she came; twice in quick succession, her hips making small thrusting motions to each climax, and then suddenly she was cumming again for a third time. It was my first experience of giving a woman a really fast, multiple orgasm and I found it deeply sensual and erotic. She let out a single deep, soft, sob and grabbed my head pulling me back over her, my limp dick slithering in the wetness around her crotch and belly, her mouth searching for mine. Joanna never seemed to tire of kissing and I wasn't going to object.

We lay like that in each others arms for a long time, gently caressing each others bodies and kissing. I looked at my watch and saw that it was nearly four o'clock, we must have fallen asleep at some point. We were virtually pasted together and made a sucking sound when we finally separated our bodies. Joanna slipped out to the bathroom and came back with two small, damp hand towels and we sponged each other clean as best we could. She shrugged on a silky, Chinese design, robe and I got dressed. 

"I've got to go," I whispered.

"I know," she replied wistfully, "You will have to 'phone for a cab from the call box in the lane, Mummy doesn't have a telephone." We whispered our good byes in the hall before she opened the door and we kissed deeply for one last time. I was slipping out of the door when she grabbed my arm and pushed her lips close to my ear, "I meant what I said earlier about only doing it with the right guy." she whispered, then added "It is OK, you know....between you and me and Debbie, I mean. She told me everything about your weekend in the caravan and said that you would be just what I needed....she was right, you were!"

I had a hard job to stop myself laughing out loud. Bloody hell, I thought, that's me now...'Jamie, the rent-a-shag', but it was just a joke, I felt no offence that they had discussed me that way...in fact it gave my youthful ego a serious boost. I got to the telephone box only to find that it had been vandalised. It took me almost an hour to walk home, and I just managed to get a couple of hours in my own bed before Mum shook me awake. I can't remember the last time anybody had to wake me in the morning, but then, Joanna had been a first class fuck. 

Later, I thought, I hadn't knowingly used 'The Touch', with Joanna, maybe she was already 'hot to trot' as they say, or perhaps it was now just a part of me and I just hadn't noticed exerting any special influence over her.

I began to anticipate Joanna and Debbie coming back to work in a week or so, there was this fantastic fantasy starting to build in my mind around three in a bed. 



The Touch Ch. 06



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

ABOUT THE REVISED CHAPTER The original text for this chapter was written in the form of journal style entries over fifteen years ago and when it was posted to Literotica I knew that something was missing, it felt a little skeletal but needed to be published to complete the time line of the story. I have now discovered the full version, which is a little bit longer with a slightly expanded ending, and had been misfiled in amongst the pages for chapter 38. This is it, enjoy. GF

 Chapter 6: A Shag for Christmas (Revised) 

As it turned out I was to be disappointed, because neither of the girls came back to the garden centre before Christmas. 

It was nothing to do with my having shagged both of them it was just pure chance and misfortune. Debbie called me from Cardiff with the bad news; Joanna had slipped on some stairs and had broken her leg in two places and would be in Cardiff hospital until a few days before Christmas and probably in plaster for a couple of months. Naturally, as her best friend, Debbie would be staying in Cardiff to support her, then, as soon as she could leave hospital they would go to Debbie's parents in Berkshire, for Christmas and New Year.

I felt really sorry for Joanna, she was a great girl and a broken leg is a shitty thing to have happen, doubly so at Christmas. I sent her a really big bouquet of flowers by Inter-flora, along with a 'Get Well Soon' card signed by me, Maggie, Jack and the lads.

It did leave us short staffed over Christmas if everybody was to get their days off and holidays. I didn't mind putting in additional time but Maggie was going to be away for a few days and it would not be fair to expect the others to work a lot of extra hours. It was too late to advertise in the paper for new staff so I just put the word around at college and next day I got a call from Josh, volunteering his younger brother Tim. 

I had known Tim since we were all kids together; he was the same age as Emma, a year younger than Josh and I. Josh and Tim were almost exact opposites in most things except their joint abiding love of fishing which they shared with their father. Josh was tall and slim with dark hair, and was totally devoid of any sense of responsibility or ambition beyond the next pub crawl or angling match. He had been one of my best friends since junior school and I was very fond of him, but he could be a bit of a pratt at times and had left school halfway through his A-levels for no reason that anybody could discern only to sign up for technical collage within months to study on a creative writing and journalism course. I secretly suspected that he had only chosen college and a grant over unemployment benefit to pacify his father and to have an excuse to go out drinking most nights with other students.

Tim was more like his mother, shortish, but well built, with auburn hair and blue eyes and steady and studious a hard worker at anything he put his hand to and had every expectation of university quality A-Level grades; he had ambitions to be an art teacher like his mother had been before becoming a full time mother and housewife. 

I gave him a call later that afternoon and told him that the job was his until the new school term started if he wanted it. He did, and we agreed that he should start immediately, the next day. Tim was a reliable and honest lad and so that left me with one more body to find. In the end the other replacement was a surprise to us all. 

I got home from work about eight that night and Mum was sitting on the sofa reading. She looked up and beckoned me into the sitting room, "Come here, sweetheart, I want to talk to you," she said. I had a bad feeling in my stomach but hoped that my instincts were wrong she seldom brought up serious matters until after I had finished my supper. 

"It's about Emma," she started. I raised my eyes to the ceiling and threw myself into the armchair dramatically.

"Oh, bloody hell; what has the little sod done now!" I snapped angrily. 

"Calm down," Mum said, then, "I received the quarterly telephone bill yesterday; it was three hundred pounds, less a few pence. Emma has been sitting on the phone all day talking to her friends whilst we were out at work."

I jumped up from the chair, "I'll bloody kill her!" I was really angry, we had only just started to get ourselves straight and then this happens. Three hundred pounds; that was more than I brought home in wages over three weeks. "Where is she? Upstairs?" I stormed, "I'll shake her so bloody hard she'll never use a telephone again!" I made for the door to the hall. 

"No, wait!" Mum, got up and grabbed my arm, "I have already given her a good scolding and I may have a solution, but I need your help to make it work." She pulled me down so that we were on the settee side by side, sat really close and held onto my arm to stop me getting up again, "Emma has agreed to pay back the money......"

"With what?" I scoffed, "her dole money, maybe?" That was another running sore, even the DHSS were not prepared to entertain somebody was not at all interested in getting a job and her social security payments had stopped when she was unwilling to attend interviews and help sessions. Mum and I had been keeping her since she left school, not just board and sustenance; Mum had been buying all her clothes and giving her pocket money to go out with her friends. 

"Please listen, my darling!" Mum went on firmly, "She has agreed to get a job and has promised to use her wages to pay me back....I thought as you need extra people at the garden centre....?"

I shook my head frantically, "Oh No.....Oh No! Not that.....!" The thought of having that little cow around me all day was unthinkable. Emma and I had been really close when we were kids and I loved her dearly as my little sister, but the trauma of Dad leaving had been stressful for us all not just for her alone, and I had developed a very short fuse where her whining, her tantrums and bitchiness to Mum, were concerned. 

Maggie had left the hiring of the replacement staff entirely up to me, and would run with whatever decision I made...but no....not Emma! Then I looked at Mum's face and I knew that I couldn't refuse her anything. Her sad smile was heart breaking and totally melted away my resolve but at the same time left me with a tingling in my groin that really shouldn't be there. She looked sad and worried and beautiful and totally sexy. I realised that coming down hard on Emma would only hurt Mum by proxy.

"OK," I said calmly, "but, only on the condition that you let me pay the telephone bill and then it will be me she owes the money to......I love you dearly Mum, but I don't trust you not let her off after a couple of weeks." Suddenly, I was acting like the parent, not the son but since Dad left Mum and I had gradually slipped into a changed relationship, we were no longer just mother and son; we were more like friends supporting and encouraging each other, helping to try and rebuild our shattered family and had become each others confidants as two equal adults. 

"Thank you, Jamie, my darling," she said, "I will get your supper out of the cooker and then go and have a talk with her... I know that she will agree to the arrangement... and I know that it will all work out for the best."

"Just make sure that she turns up ready to work, starting tomorrow, and keep her out of my way until then." I added. So that was that, we were back up to strength at work but I was now stuck with Emma for at least a couple of months. I promised myself that the first time she was late, sulky or pissed me off in any way I would kick her arse into outer space.

Emma kept out of my way at breakfast and turned up on time at the garden centre, looking a bit sheepish, but making the right noises. Maggie rescued me as usual and said that she would see to getting her kitted out and show her the ropes and kept her occupied for the rest of the day in the shop. 

Later that afternoon I managed to snag Maggie in the office, "How is she doing?" I asked. I had been secretly watching Emma all day waiting for the first sign of a problem but in truth she seemed to be coping OK, she had picked up the routine for the shop almost instantly and had managed to get through the day without pissing anybody off or having a tantrum. 

"She is doing fine," Maggie replied. She tucked her arm through mine and squeezed it, "Try to cut her a bit of slack, Jamie. She knows she has cocked up big time, and is genuinely sorry.....let's give her a chance to prove it." She looked up into my face with those big soft eyes and the battle was over.... Mum and Maggie together, they had me twisted around their twin little fingers and I didn't have any choice but to do whatever they wanted me to. 

To my total surprise Emma not only stuck it out for the rest of the week, but actually fitted in quite well. I suppose being the only girl on the team made a difference, the guys made life fairly easy for her and Tim followed her about like a love sick puppy, he was a really nice boy and although the same age as her, was a bit immature when it came to girls; he had to be if he seriously wanted to hang out with my sister... God help him, I thought. 

I did however begin to secretly hope that she would actually take up with him, or even one of the older college boys, having a relationship might open a window onto the real world for her. As far as Mum and I knew, Emma was not romantically into boys, or girls, for that matter; she had never had a boyfriend and just hung out with her mixed group of friends who I thought were a waste of space. None of them worked and they always looked scruffy and untidy, like something left over from a 70's hippy commune. In the beginning we were seriously worried that Emma would get into drugs or booze, but despite being a little shit at times and something of an emotional wreck, she was basically sensible and kept herself clean, she didn't even smoke. 

When it came to looks Emma, like me, took after Dad's side of the family. She was almost as tall as me, with dark hair and bright blue eyes. I thought she was painfully thin, her arms were like twigs and her legs not much better, but then, she never stayed still long enough to eat a decent meal despite Mum's best efforts to coax her to eat with us at supper time, and I think most of her dippy friends were vegetarians, or worse. To my eyes her arse was too scrawny and hips too bony, but her tits were well shaped if small. Overall she was far from being unattractive, she had a quite pretty face but her real redeeming feature was the smile that she had inherited from Mum and Auntie Maggie, it was a shame that she seldom used it and just pouted or scowled most of the time. 

Emma was totally devoid of any dress sense, and despite both Mum and Maggie spending hours with her shopping and treating her to decent togs, she habitually wore either shabby jeans and an old Bob Marley t-shirt which had once been mine, or loose fitting shift dresses which made her look like a pre-war waif. Emma's trainers were good quality, Mum had always insisted that both of us wore the best shoes she could afford to buy us, but were generally filthy unless I found them laying in the hall and cleaned them for her. Her hair usually looked a mess and was either pulled into thick, uneven, bunches like a small scruffy school girl might wear, or allowed to hang loose around her face so that talking to her was like calling a dog out of a bush. 

I was totally surprised that first day at work when Maggie brought her out of the staff locker room. She had worked that 'Maggie Magic' again; she had found Emma a decent pair of black jeans, which probably belonged to one of my cousins, a green sweat shirt with the company logo on the breast and a matching fleece both of which fitted quite well. She was finished off with the obligatory green wellies and a red woollen ski hat with a bobble. Maggie had done Emma's make-up and her hair was tied back with smart red tartan Christmas ribbons from the gift shop. Overall, I thought she looked quite cute, I had not seen my sister look that good for years.

By the time Saturday came around I was really impressed with the new Emma. She had arrived for work on time every day, despite having to walk in, as Mum was on early day shift at the hospital and couldn't drive her. She worked hard; happily took on whatever she was asked to do, was cheerful and pleasant with the customers, popular with the staff and by the end of the week was not even trying to avoid me any more. I thought she was still a bit wary of my temper as I noticed her secretly watching me from across the yard on several occasions. Actually that wasn't quite true, in a strange way it was as if she was seeing me for the first time and was watching me out of curiosity. Had she not been my sister but just any other girl I would have thought she was interested... maybe even fancied me.

At lunchtime Maggie handed me the pay packets for the temporary staff and I went round and handed them out, except for Emma's which I slipped into my pocket. I left if for a while until I saw her standing alone behind the holly stall then went over and held out her wage envelope. She just looked at it, smiled sadly and shook her head. 

"Come, on, Emma," I said as kindly as I could, "take it, you've earned it!"

"But, I thought....you know...the 'phone bill!" Her bottom lip had started to tremble and I could see that her eyes were moist. I hated to see her unhappy but at the same time it was one step up from the constant hissing fits and screaming tantrums which had become her stock in trade means of dealing with problems. 

"It's OK, Emms....just take it home and tomorrow you can give me however much you think is right.....we can do the same every week, but this way you get to keep a bit of money for yourself, OK!" 

Suddenly she just burst into floods of tears, threw her arms around my neck and gave me a big hug, then ran off in the direction of the staff room. I felt like a real wimp for backing down over the money, but after all she was my baby sister and she had really made an effort that week. Or maybe it was because she looked so cute in that bobble hat and ribbons. 

I thought that I needed to make a gesture of good will and family spirit. After all it was only a week before Christmas so I found Emma and Maggie, then called Mum and fixed up for us all to go out as a family after work. I couldn't get a booking for the Ship Inn, so Maggie collected us all in the Range Rover and we drove into Salisbury and just waited for a table at the Berni Inn. I was happy just being with Mum and Maggie and that evening Emma was really nice to everybody, especially me, and so I was happy being with her too. 

She was wearing a smart green velvet skirt I had never seen before, a chunky wool sweater with fir trees and reindeer across the front, she had done her make-up and brushed her hair and looked quite sweet. I noticed that waiter was quite taken with her and kept coming back to our table and fussing around her. The evening was fun and I think as a family we had managed to build some bridges and plaster over some old cracks.

The next day, Sunday, was exactly a week until Christmas Day and we all had our own agendas. Maggie had left early to drive up to Yorkshire to collect the twins, Lucinda and Lauren from school and was going to take them up to London for a couple of days shopping and would not be back until Thursday. 

I didn't look forward to the girls coming home because I knew that my bickering with them upset their mother, but it was probably really because I hated sharing Maggie with anyone these days. The up side to the twins being home was that the four of us had always been very tight as kids and whilst I had drifted away Emma and the girls had remained close and it would be good for her to have them at home over Christmas. She hadn't seen her shit-bag friends since the upset over the 'phone bill and I wondered if Mum had set that as a condition to the agreement, I was certainly glad they were no longer around and would much rather she hung out with Lauren and Lucinda. 

I had brought home a really nice six foot Christmas tree and put it up in the corner of the sitting room and Mum and Emma planned to stay home and do the decorations. Mum was cooking a roast dinner and for once Emma had said she would be there to eat with us. She had knocked on my bedroom door before breakfast and come in with a wad of cash which was more than half her wages. At least she was keeping her promises so far. 

In the morning I got the garden barrow and brought fire logs down to the house and stacked them in a ready-use pile against the wall by the kitchen door, then filled up the wood basket by the fire place in the sitting room, we always had log fires over the Christmas holiday period. After that I went out and strung a rope of coloured outdoors lights around the little wooden summer house and across the lawn, held up in the middle with Mum's linen prop. I glanced up and saw Emma standing watching me from her bedroom window and waved but I don't think she saw me; the next time I looked she had gone. 

It was about 3.30 by the time we finished lunch and it was starting to get dark so I switched on the lights for the Christmas tree and out in the garden, to my relief they worked, the summer house looked like a little grotto. The three of us stood by the French windows silently just looking and I slipped my arms around Mum and Emma's waists, one each side. It was the first time that we had really bothered with Christmas trimmings since Dad left, and I felt that we had finally turned an emotional corner.  

We spent the evening at home just watching old black and white Christmas videos of 'Holiday Inn' and 'It's a Wonderful Life' at Emma's insistence; Mum enjoyed them as well and both of them sniffled at the appropriate places. In truth I thoroughly enjoyed both films, but then they had come from MY collection of classic movies, I didn't shed tears but the films left me with a warm glow; but that may have been because we had turned back the clock three years to when we spend regular Sundays happily together as a family. 

With Maggie away, I was in charge of the garden centre, but in truth, most of it could run without my supervision, Jack needed no instructions or guidance about managing the greenhouses, and the others knew what they had to do to keep things ticking over. We had received another large delivery of trees but most of them had already been sold or reserved and I was kept pretty busy doing the deliveries and sometimes took Emma out with me in the van. I knew the area quite well now but it was faster and easier if you had a navigator. Emma seemed to enjoy our time out and we had regained some of the closeness that we had as kids, although I felt that we seemed to talk a lot but never say anything important. 

On the Tuesday I had taken her out with me to deliver some larger trees and trays of pot plants to various customers on the south side of the city. After making the drops we were driving up the Odstock Road approaching Salisbury District Hospital, where Mum worked, when I had an idea. Behind the hospital was a large car park, usually quite deserted in the mornings and frequently used by driving instructors when starting first time drivers. I pulled in and got out of the van. 

"Alright, Emma," I said, "it's about time you learned to drive!" We swapped seats and I ran through the beginner's stuff that she needed to know. We spent five minutes or so kangaroo jumping and stalling the van until she finally got the hang of it and made a couple of relatively smooth circuits. We changed seats again and she was excited as a little kid who had been taken out to a funfair. I realised that I had probably made a rod for my own back as Emma would not rest now until either Mum or I started to give her driving lessons for real, but if it kept her sweet I did not really care. It also inadvertently solved another problem which had been bugging me for the last week.....what to get her for a Christmas present. 




The Touch Ch. 06



Maggie would be coming home Thursday with the girls and I had promised to take a tree up to the house and erect it in the hall. I already had keys to the house and garages and Maggie had given me the code to the alarm system so that I could get in if necessary if she was away. I had picked out a nice 7' root ball tree and potted it up earlier in the week so it was no real effort to put it onto one of the flat barrows and Tim helped me to drag in up the lane to the house. By the time I got to the front door I was sweating, the weather had turned milder and that afternoon was more like a sunny spring day than winter. I let myself in by the front door and disabled the alarm then threw a big old blanket on the floor to protect the tiles. After that it was just a matter of manoeuvring the potted tree onto the blanket and dragging it into position. I thought I could detect a faint whiff of Maggie's perfume and desperately wanted to take a wander around the house, see where she slept, imagine her in the shower and bathe in the atmosphere of her personal space, but I resisted. I locked up and went back to the office.

Wednesday 21st December 1988 was a day that will be always remembered, it was the day of the Lockerbie bombing. Of course we did not know that it had been a terrorist act at the time but everybody was still shocked at such a major disaster just before Christmas it cast a cloud over the whole of the country.

By Thursday late afternoon we had almost completely sold out of Christmas trees and Maggie was delighted when she got home. She had dropped the girls at the house and then came straight down to the office and we spend half an hour catching up on small business things that I need to inform her about. 

As it was the twin's first night back Mum had arranged to make one of her famous 'Meals on Wheels' for us all to have for supper at Maggie's house and so after closing up the garden centre, Maggie, Emma and I walked up to the house just as Mum was pulling up in her car. She had cooked off a large chicken and vegetable hot pot in the slow cooker during the day and then wrapped the whole crock-pot in foil and brought it over in the boot of her car along with a picnic basket of fresh French Sticks, wedges of cheese and an apple pie for dessert. Maggie supplied the wine and made custard to accompany the pie and afterwards we all sat around her big kitchen tables, the first time that we had all been together at the same time since the previous Christmas. 

I had been a bit nervous about seeing Lauren and Lucinda again, we had not parted on very good terms when they came home for the Easter holiday and they had avoided me during the spring holiday break. I think that they were still a bit wary of me as well but we all made an effort and by the end of the evening were at least talking amiably and had all obviously decided to let bygones be bygones. 

Emma was absolutely thrilled to see her cousins again and by the time we were due to leave the three of them were as thick as thieves and Emma decided to stay over at Maggie's for the night. I guessed that they planned on having a girly pyjama party and would gossip halfway through the night. I wasn't worried if Emma came in late the next day it was unlikely that we would be very busy and we could cut everybody a bit of slack during the last days before Christmas. 

I picked up my moped from the garden centre, made a last round to check that everything was safe and secure and then followed Mum home. I got in to find that she had made us both hot chocolates with a warming slug of brandy in each, and so we sat at the kitchen table and sipped our hot drinks and smoked a cigarette.

"I think we can count this evening as a success," I joked, "I managed to get through supper without offending the twins and Emma got through the whole evening without a cross word to anybody... we should be proud of ourselves."

"I am proud of you, Jamie my darling," she replied seriously. "Because of the effort that you have put in with Emma I feel that we are getting to be a family again." She leaned over and rested her hand on top of mine and gave it a little squeeze.

I just shrugged, but it did feel good us all being close again and I had even built some bridges with Lauren and Lucinda, which would please Maggie.

"You know I could not cope without you..." Mum told me quietly, "You are not just my big 'man-of-the-house' son; you are my best friend as well." She yawned and stood up, "I am going to bed... thank you for being there when I needed you, my darling." She said sleepily and slipped her arms around my waist and gave me a long hug. 

The full length of her body was pressed softly against mine and I leaned my cheek against the top of her head and breathed in the aroma of her herbal shampoo. We stood there in the kitchen just locked together slightly swaying until I suddenly realised that her closeness was causing the beginnings of an erection and eased her hurriedly away from me before she felt the hardness pressing against her belly. 

I went up to my room and sat in my old leather club chair and smoked a couple of cigarettes before turning in. The feel of Mum's body against mine had been a real turn on and for the second time in just a few days I made sure that she was sleep in her room and then headed to the shower to beat off under the hot water spray, thinking thoughts that no son should ever have about his mother. 

It was Christmas Eve on Saturday, but as nearly all of the seasonal stock had already been sold we decided to spend Friday cleaning up and close early on Saturday. By Mid-day we had cleared all but one of the temporary stalls which I had the lads drag over to the front of the shop along with the remaining three trees and Emma made up a big SALE sign which we stood out by the gate. It attracted a few extra customers and we reduced the price of the remaining Christmas decorations and gifts in the shop to clear them. 

Maggie had cashed up the week's takings and I said that I would take the money into Salisbury and pay it into the bank, it had become a regular Friday job for me as I really hated Maggie going to the bank with all that cash on her own and now insisted that either I took it, or one of the men went with her. I left her making up the wage packets for the temporary staff and drove into town in the van. 

When I got to the bank there was a queue at the till and I had to wait. I paid in the money and turned from the cashier counter. There was girl in a bank uniform sitting at one of the desks in the banking hall looking straight at me; she stood up and started to come over. It took me a few seconds to recognise her; it was the Chinese girl that had been with Joanna the night of the pub crawl. 

"Hello," she said hesitantly, "Do you remember me? I am Suey, Joanna's friend ......I thought I recognised you...its Jimmy isn't it?"

"Jamie!" I corrected her, "Nice to see you again." We both spoke in unison, "Have you heard about Joanna?" Then we both laughed. 

"Yes," she said. "She called me after it happened." We stood and chatted for a few minutes about Joanna, how they had met when Jo had a work experience job in the bank and become friends and how they had planned to meet up that night. Suey looked at her watch, "I had better be going," she said," it's my break and they don't like us to get off the schedule."

I decided to take a gamble. "I know we don't really know each other, but....I would really like to stand in for Joanna tonight, if you still feel like going out..."

She looked into my face, her expression serious and I was convinced that she would refuse my offer of a date, and then after a long pause smiled, "OK..... yes. That's a great idea. I would love to."

"Right," I said, "Where shall we meet up?" 

"Jo and I were planning to go to my uncle's restaurant, he does a special Christmas buffet and there will be a live band. It's very popular!" she added. She gave me directions to the restaurant and then walked swiftly away; I watched her slight figure and the way her skirt hugged her nicely rounded buttocks as she climbed a flight of stairs and disappeared from view. 

I arrived at the restaurant about 8 o'clock, dressed in my best black jeans, a pale blue and pink striped shirt and the new, soft brown leather, zip-through, bomber jacket that I had bought at the craft market a couple of weeks before. I was a bit apprehensive when I opened the door and stepped inside, the restaurant was crowded, all of the tables seemed to be occupied and I could hear live music coming from somewhere on the floor above. About half of the customers seemed to be Chinese and the waiters were all dressed in white jackets and little round black traditional skull caps with a button on the top. The food smelt absolutely delicious. 

Suey must have been waiting inside the doorway for me, because suddenly she was at my side and taking my hand to lead me across the dining room to a flight of stairs at the rear. Upstairs was a single large room with a small stage at one end occupied by a band that was knocking out numbers by Rod Steward and Elton John mixed in with revival rock and roll, all good party music. At the other end of the room two or three waiters stood behind a big buffet counter with a selection of Chinese and traditional British foods and there was a small bar in an alcove in the corner. The centre of the room had been cleared for dancing and was already swarming with dancers of all ages.

Despite my reservations the evening turned out to be very enjoyable; I was really not that keen on parties or large gatherings, I didn't consider myself very skilled at amiable conversation, wasn't keen on dancing and seldom got socially drunk amongst strangers. I really preferred not to drink much at all, but if I did then if was usually furiously with the few, rather than foolishly with the flock. 

Most of the patrons were friends of Suey's family and there were a couple of groups of workers out for their Christmas 'do'. There was one particular group of girls and women who turned out to be nurses from the hospital who were pissed as newts by about ten thirty, they were amiable, if very noisy but were enjoying themselves and nobody minded. 

Suey was a really nice girl. I discovered that she was 19, had worked in banking since she left school and lived in a flat just around the corner, which she shared with another girl from the bank. She looked exotic and stunning. Suey was short, about 5' 2", but wore tremendously high heels so that her eyes were almost level with mine. Her hair was jet black and shiny; and, tonight was twisted into a beehive style on the top of her head. Her eyes were dark with incredibly long lashes; she had dramatically plucked and painted eyebrows and her skin was a delicate honey colour. Her tits were small and pointy and she had a firm athletic figure with narrow waist and hips and nicely rounded arse and was wearing a traditional Chinese dress of turquoise silk with gold and silver dragon motif, which hugged her slight body like cling film. 

I tried to buy drinks and food but Suey told me firmly that I could eat and drink whatever I wanted for free, I was a guest of the family and her uncle would be offended if I asked to pay. Her uncle was a short, rotund little man who kept laughing and shaking my hand, his English was not very good, and he kept pressing glasses of a traditional Chinese rice wine into my hand. It was bloody foul but I smiled and accepted it and left a trail of half empty glasses around the room, then went to the bar and got a whisky when I thought he wasn't watching. I certainly didn't want to get pissed amongst these nice people who had been so welcoming and so I paced myself and stuck to just a few whiskies or simply carried a half empty glass around with me. 

We ate and drank and danced and mingled with the owner's family, friends and the other customers, all the groups had merged into one large Christmas party, in that very traditional way that the Chinese have of welcoming as their guests, friends family and customers alike. I spent a very pleasant hour with a group of young Chinese men and girls who were all vaguely related to Suey in one way or another and had come down to Salisbury, from university in London, for a few days to visit family before going home to Hong Kong for the Christmas holiday break. A couple of the guys were studying classical music and one of the girls, Kiekie, or Keiko, I think her name was, was really interesting as we had something in common, she was studying botanical sciences and intended to return to England the next year to study at Writtle Agricultural College in Essex. 

"I will leave you with my cousins," Suey laughed, "When you are bored talking about flowers and music come and find me." She didn't seem at all put out and hardly moved away before stopping to talk animatedly to an older Chinese couple. 

I lost Suey in the crowd several times and found myself sitting with some of the nurses and a couple of young drunken guys from an insurance office who were obviously trying to get themselves laid and were chatting up and pawing the girls. There was one particular nurse, a good looking Scottish, red-headed woman who was messing about with all the lads, me included, sitting on our laps, wriggling about and making suggestive remarks, she was well pissed and a couple of times slipped from somebody's lap onto the floor, hooting and laughing loudly. I thought that one of the boys would probably be on a promise with her by the night's end. 

My own prospects however, seemed to be slimmer. Suey was bright, friendly, looked incredibly sexy and gyrated and clung to me on the dance floor, but there it seemed to end. I realised that she was a nice, conservative girl who was unlikely to put it out on a first date, especially with so many of her family about. My tentative efforts at getting intimate were met with a slight turn of the head or twist of the body, a smile and a movement away, gently deflecting my attentions. I had no thoughts of experimenting with using 'The Touch' on her it did not seem right or fair. It looked as though my chances of getting a Christmas shag were non existent, but I was wrong.

I had consumed several whiskies during the evening and although still pretty sober definitely needed a piss so I made my way to the gents. Both the ladies and gents cans were in use but I was desperate and so slipped down the stairs looking for the ground floor restaurant toilets. It was nearly mid-night and although the party was still going strong the restaurant had emptied out and was in darkness, the chairs had all been upended on the tables and I guessed that the staff had joined the fun upstairs. I followed a green lit arrow sign that said 'Toilets' into a corridor at the back of the dining room and found the men's room. As I left, the door opposite banged open and somebody staggered out right into my arms and hung there laughing. It was the drunken red-head from the party.

"Hi, there!" she slurred, and then peered closely at my face. "Oh, it's you, ....must be my lucky night," she giggled. "Have you got a fag?" 

There was virtually no room in the narrow passage way and she was pressed up close to me , I think she was hanging on to stop herself falling, I could feel her tits crushed against my chest and her knee was trembling against mine. I lit a cigarette and passed it to her. "Och... thanks, luvvy," she said her voice was husky and had a Scottish burr. "I'm Laurie, by the way," she added, the giggled, "I like you...you are, so strong...." Then to the tune of the Carly Simon song, 'You're So Vain' started to softly croon, "You're so strong......I bet you're just wantin' to fuck me.....you're so strong!" Then burst into another fit of giggling. She was really drunk, totally shit-faced, but she was funny and I couldn't help laughing. 

Looking at her closely I could see that she was probably in her late twenties or early thirties, she was actually very attractive and the mass of flame red hair framed her face and flowed across her shoulders like a volcanic river. She was wearing a red knee length skirt and a black blouse the middle buttons of which had popped open and revealed a lacy black bra beneath and the white skin of her stomach. She brought the cigarette up to her lips and I could see she was wearing a wedding ring. 

She made no further attempts at conversation but just clung tightly against me crooning softly to herself and puffing at her cigarette from time to time. Her body was lush and soft against me and I felt an involuntary erection start to fill my trouser leg, pressing against her thigh, she could obviously feel it as she looked up and beamed at me then pushed her face close to mine and whispered, "Can we go somewhere and fuck?" 

I was caught by surprise and I think my mouth just fell open, I was lost for words. Then suddenly she grabbed my hand and jerked me across the passage and into the ladies toilet, pushing the door closed behind us, slipping the bolt into place. She flicked her cigarette into the sink and then grabbed my head, pulled it down and planted her lips against mine, in a warm, wet, kiss. Her body slammed against mine, making the door rattle, and she ground her crotch against me whilst pulling open my shirt then running her hands over my chest. My erection was rock hard and filling my jeans, and I rubbed it hard against her and she brought one hand down to cover it. Then her hand was fumbling with the buttons of my fly, freeing my cock and drawing it out of my jeans. 

I was still a bit stunned by how fast things were moving, a few seconds ago we were just standing in the passage smoking and there was now every likelihood that I was going to get my Christmas shag after all.

Her lips were still clamped to mine, her tongue was pushing and thrusting in my mouth and I could taste the warm, sharp, tang of whisky on her breath. Then she was sliding down the front of me. She dropped to her knees and I felt the hot wetness of her mouth closing over my prick and start to move up and down, each downward motion taking my erection deeper into her mouth. 

"Oh, God.....that's fantastic!" I groaned. I flicked my belt and the fastening of my jeans open and pushed the waist band down to ease the restriction at the base of my prick and felt the softness of her long red hair brushing on my thighs. My hands were resting gently on the crown of her head, fingers buried in that soft red hair; I gently thrust my tool forward until I could feel the constriction of the cap touching her throat. Laurie bobbed her head faster, she was making little sucking noises and breathing heavily and was grasping the base of my prick with one hand as her hot wet mouth moved up and down the shaft the tip of her tongue caressing the sensitive glans which she sucked really hard at the apex of each upward movement of her mouth.

I felt my prick starting to throb with the need to release. "Aaaah! I think that I am going to...." I gasped.

Then suddenly her mouth wasn't there any more, and she was clawing her way up my body until her face was level with my bare chest and without warning sunk her teeth into the soft flesh over my pectoral muscle. I let out a loud yelp, it had surprised me more than it had hurt, but I remember thinking that I should be grateful that she had bitten me there and not on my tool. 

"We haven't done yet, laddie!" she growled, "I said I wanted fucking and so I do.....and you are going to be the stud to do it for me." She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me down so that we were kneeling facing each other on the floor, the tiles were hard under my knees but I really didn't care. At some point she had freed her tits from the bra and I felt them warm and firm against my chest as she leaned forward to kiss me again. The she rolled back and pulled me over her. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist and I could feel her hot sex through the cotton briefs covering her pussy. I reached back and started to tug at her panties with one hand and then her hand was pulling on the other side and they slipped down her legs and over her feet. 




The Touch Ch. 06



I slid my hand up her thigh and pushed two fingers into her slit. Her pussy was shaved smooth and it was wet and hot, and I lubricated her pussy lips with her own juices and then moved my moistened finger up to rub her clit which was hard and engorged with her sexual arousal. She was making soft crooning noises and whispering urgently in her sing song Scots accent, "Fuck me! Fuck me! I want to be fucked!" Her hands were under my shirt and scratching at my back, I could feel her nails tearing little furrows in the skin. I rolled my finger around her little love ball and felt her chest start to heavy gently as she started to breath in little panting gasps.

"Och, yes, harder, do it harder...make me cum..." she moaned, "Come on!" she suddenly shouted, "Do it! Fuck me!"

My hard prick was hovering over her pussy lips and I thrust hard. My tool rammed full length into her on the first push; she was so moist and ready. She let out a squeal of pleasure and locked her legs over mine pulling me even harder into her and we started bucking hard towards release, both of us grunting and moaning loudly. 

Then suddenly there was somebody at the door rattling the door handle and pushing against the lock. We both froze and I quickly clamped my hand softly over her mouth and held a finger against my lips in a signal for her to be silent. Our violent fucking had slowed but we were still caught in throws of the lust and continued to thrust gently at each other. 

We heard a woman's voice on the other side of the door, "Oh, Sod it! There's somebody in this one as well.....let's go back upstairs!" Then footsteps were retreating back up the corridor. 

I released my hand from Laurie's mouth and we both started to giggle, she suddenly seemed far less intoxicated, perhaps it was the surprise interruption or maybe just the adrenalin surge from the fucking. "Don't stop," she whispered urgently and I increased the speed and energy of my thrusts again, Laurie met each thrust with one of her own her pussy gobbling my shaft to the root, the glans hammering at the mouth of her cervix. We humped and hugged and rammed our way to mutual satisfaction, Laurie climaxing only moments after I fired a massive stream of jiz deep into her, both of us grunting and gasping at the point of release. 

I don't know how bruised her arse was but my knees had taken a beating from the hard vinyl floor tiles, my back was scratched, my chest bitten and at some point she had nipped the tip of my tongue with her teeth, but it had been a great shag and I did not regret one moment of it. 

We found and straightened our clothes and I unlocked the door and peeked out. There wasn't anybody in sight so we crept out into the ground floor restaurant. The party was still going at full volume upstairs and I looked at my watch. I was amazed; the whole roller coaster shag with Laurie had taken less than twenty minutes. I found that I was still holding her hand and pulled her gently towards me and whispered, "Are you OK?"

"Och, yes.. " she answered, laughing, "I'm more than OK .....I just need a fag and a drink and I shall be in seventh heaven." I led her to one of the restaurant tables in a secluded alcove and lifted a couple of chairs down so we could sit. I lit two cigarettes and passed one to Laurie, then said, "Wait here, I'll get that drink, whisky OK?" She just nodded; I had remembered that she had been drinking Scotch earlier. 

I went upstairs to the bar and ordered two large whiskies. As I started back to the stairs Suey caught up to me. She did not seem to have noticed that I had been absent from the party. I held up the drinks, "There is a lady downstairs who is not feeling well," I lied, "I'm just going to take her one of these and sit with her for a few minutes. OK?" 

"Sure," she replied, "the party will be ending in about ten minutes, so don't be too long!"

I went back downstairs and sat beside Laurie whilst we smoked and sipped our scotch. I did not really know what to say so we just sat and lightly held hands beneath the table. Then suddenly she was pressing my palm against the inside of her thigh and drawing it up towards her crotch; I could feel the warmth of her pussy before my fingers came in contact with her soft moistness. I guessed that she had not put her panties back on after our frantic sex in the ladies room. She pressed my finger tips into her hot, wet slit and then drew them up to rest touching her engorged clit. 

"Again!" she whispered urgently, "I need it again......make me cum again...." She seemed a lot less rat-arsed but just as horny.

I glanced quickly around; the restaurant was in total darkness and the alcove in which we were sitting was a black hole and we would be almost invisible from the staircase. 

I gently started to move my finger tips around her little man in the boat, a hot swollen little nubbin in a moist sea of her juices, and felt her almost immediately start to quiver in response, both her hands were pressed hard on the surface of the table but her chest was heaving as she breathed in shallow little pants. I increased the speed and pressure until she was forced to clamp both hands over her mouth to stop from moaning out loud and then carefully slid my forefinger tip and my thumb over that tiny little female penis and lightly squeezed. Her whole body gave a gigantic spasm and I felt a hot flood of her juices flow over my fingers as she jerked her way through a massive orgasm, one hand clamped over her mouth and the other pressing my hand hard against her pussy until she flopped back in the chair a big smile on her face.

"God, but ye are a hot wee mannie," she laughed, her Scots accent broad with the whisky infusion and adrenalin flow, "hae ya got another fag?"

For the second time I lit two cigarettes and passed one to her and we sat in silence again just smoking and sipping at our whiskies. 

The music stopped and we could hear the lead singer of the band announcing the end of the party and wishing all a merry Christmas, and then people started to come down the stairs. We stood up and Laurie leaned into me and whispered quietly, "It wasn't just the fuck, you know..... that was great, but ...... it gets very lonely sometimes, especially at Christmas when your husband is away with the regiment." She gave me a swift kiss on the cheek and then left, joining her friends and bustling out of the door into the street. She was gone in moments, I felt deprived of a proper good-bye, even though I hardly knew her.

I returned to the function room and found Suey, thanked her uncle profusely for a wonderful evening, and then we collected our coats and I walked her home. Suey was blissfully unaware that her date had shagged another woman in the restaurant toilets, and then brought her to a second climax in the darkened restaurant, and I certainly was not going to enlighten her. 

We stood on her door step and thanked each other for a nice evening, she didn't invite me in and I didn't push it; I leaned in and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek but to my surprise she twisted my face round and kissed me full on the lips. It was not the heavy lust laden kiss that I had shared with Laurie earlier, her lips were firm and she kept them tightly closed, but it was a start, I thought. We both agreed that we would like to meet again and she said that she would call me after New Year and fix up another date. 

I watched her go in and close the door and then started home, the night was mild for December and so I just strolled along smoking and thinking. I thought about Suey and the promise of delights to come; and I thought about Laurie, the lonely soldier's wife, who had so willingly shared a fantastic Christmas shag. 

Then it suddenly struck me, she had given me so much and I hadn't even given her my name.

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The Touch Ch. 07



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 



 Pt.7 A Family Christmas

Christmas Eve was quiet at the garden centre. Jack had the day off to be with his family; Mrs. Cardew had left on Friday and Maggie was spending the day with the twins, Lucinda and Lauren and had invited Emma to go into town with them shopping that morning. So it was just me and the lads. By lunch time we had cleared away the remnants of the holly sprigs, taken down and packed most of the Christmas gifts and decorations in the shop, and I had bagged up the roots of the three small trees that were left. I intended planting them out in the grounds once the building work was completed. I closed up and we all went down to the pub for a ploughman's lunch and a drink, then wished each other a Merry Christmas and went our own ways. 

Maggie and I had discussed what to do about the Christmas holiday period that year. With the builders starting work immediately after New Year it seemed pointless opening to the public for a few days. In the end we decided to give everybody the week off as a paid holiday; a special thank you present for all the hard work they had put in, and re-open for business on the 2nd of January. Obviously, there would be jobs to do at the centre, the greenhouses needed to have the heating and water systems monitored daily, plants like animals cannot be left totally unattended for days at a time, but Jack had volunteered to come in a couple of mornings and I was happy to do the rest. So everybody had a long holiday to look forward to.

I got home and pushed my moped into the garage, I would not need it again that evening as we were all going to Maggie's for drinks and would take Mum's car. I was surprised to see her VW in the drive as I had not expected her home from work until later. I let myself in by the kitchen door leaving my boots and coat in the lobby, and then quickly peered into each of the downstairs rooms. Mum was obviously upstairs somewhere and I silently dived into the stairs cupboard and pulled out the bag of presents I had hidden there and placed them under the tree with the others. I noticed that there were no presents from Dad, again this year; we had not even received a Christmas card. I really didn't mind, I had, long ago, got over him leaving, but I was afraid that Emma would be hurt and disappointed. 

I needed to shower and change before going out tonight and so started up the stairs, my thick wool socks making absolutely no sound. The staircase doglegs at the top and as my eyes came level with the upstairs landing I glanced across. Mum's bedroom door was standing wide open and I caught sight of a movement and for some reason paused and stood on the stairs peering through the banisters, my eyes at floor level. 

Mum had obviously just come out of the en suite bathroom and was standing in the centre of the room totally naked, hers arms up holding a towel and drying her hair. Her back was to me and her buttocks looked tight and round and glistened slightly with the residue of the hot bath water and I could clearly see a single droplet of moisture running slowly down the curvature of her back. As I watched, entranced, she turned around, half facing the door, I quickly ducked down and then peered through the banisters again, she had not moved and showed no signs of having seen me. I now had a full frontal view of her petite body; her pert breasts had large dark aureolas and neat button nipples and despite her age showed no signs of sagging. Her belly was a small, firm, neat mound and a triangle of honey blonde hair half concealed her pussy, just the merest shadow of darkness indicating where the lips began. She lowered her arms and her damp hair cascaded down around her face and shoulders. She was beautiful. 

Suddenly I was having difficulty breathing and a massive erection was crowding the inside of my jeans. I slowly and silently backed down the stairs and then tip toed along the hall and back through the kitchen. I stood outside the back door and lit a cigarette and stood smoking and breathing deeply until my hard-on subsided. I had not intended to play peeping Tom, but the experience had been totally erotic. 

I went back inside the house and banged the door hard behind me and then clumped up the hall to the bottom of the stairs, "Hello...Mum...are you there?" I shouted, and then started up the staircase carefully stamping my foot on each tread making as much noise as possible in socks. As I got to the top she came out of her room wearing a white towelling dressing gown. "You are home early!" I added in pretended surprise. 

"Yes, I thought I would give myself time to change and then make some mince pies and sausage rolls for tomorrow, before we go out." She replied. Then reached up and kissed me on the cheek and gave me a small hug. Her body still felt warm from the bath even through the bathrobe and she was obviously naked beneath the fabric, I could see the tops of her breasts at the neck opening. 

I felt a new erection starting and hurriedly stepped away, "That's great, Mum!" I said trying to make my voice sound normal, "I'm going to take a shower and change, and then I'll come down and see if you need a hand." 

She did not seem to notice anything unusual and simply answered, "Fine, sweetheart. I will make some tea and coffee." She went back into her room and pushed the door half closed. Through the gap I saw the dressing gown drop to the floor. I fled to my own room and dived onto the bed and lay face down, my erection pressed into the quilt, thinking about Mum's pale, beautiful body. 

A few minutes later I heard the front door bang and Emma's footsteps on the stairs and heard her call out "Hi, Mum," as she passed her bedroom door. Then she was tapping on my door. "Jay... are you in there, Jay?" I heard the door opening and quickly grabbed a book from my bedside locker and pretended to be reading. I glanced over my shoulder, I could not stand up because of my all too visible hard on. She came into my room a large department store carrier bag in each hand. She put them down and came over to the bed and held out her pay envelope, again it contained more than half her pay. 

"Thanks," I said, "I'm really proud of you, Sis." 

"Good," she laughed, "In that case you won't mind waiting for the bathroom...will you!" She stuck her tongue out like a little girl, grabbed her bags and fled down the hall to her room. Less than a minute later I heard the bathroom door close and water start to run in the bath. I now had no choice; it was either wait until Emma had finished or use the en suite in the master bedroom and I was not at all certain that I wanted to stand in the en suite shower looking at the tub thinking about Mum taking her bath earlier. I waited until Emma had finished and then took a long nearly cold shower. 

We were all dressed and ready to leave on time. Mum looked stunning in a plain black cocktail dress which hugged her figure and was cut straight at the neck, exposing just the right amount of cleavage and held up with very narrow shoulder strings. Her outfit was finished off with black tights and shoes; tiny silver earrings and a small silver pendant. Neither Mum, nor Maggie ever wore a lot of jewellery. Emma looked the best I had ever seen her look. Her shopping trip with Lucinda, Lauren and Maggie that morning had obviously gone well. I may have never really got on with my cousins but they had always had good taste when it came to buying clothes. She had dressed in a black satin mini skirt with a white strapless top and a lacy black sparkly, bolero jacket which made her look very grown up and sophisticated. I had put on my blue suit over a plain white, open necked shirt.

Drinks at Maggie's on Christmas Eve had become a bit of a tradition. It was always a low key affair for family and a few select friends. There were probably about thirty people there, including several young guys and girls who were either friends of the twins or the children of other guests, I knew most of them either from school or from mixing socially in town. Lucinda and Lauren had requisitioned the dining room and were holding court with most of the young men dancing attendance. Emma and a girl called Kristen, the daughter of Maggie's solicitor, Carl Olsen, were the only other girls in our age group and the four of them became the centre of attention for all the boys. The twins had totally changed in the last year; they had grown into very attractive young women, with a decided flair for flirting. I would guess that they took their late father's looks, as both were quite tall, probably about 5' 7" with slim figures and long, wavy light brown hair which flowed around their faces and over their shoulders, but there was something about their eyes and mouths that reminded you of Maggie. They were both dressed in fashionable designer blue jeans but Lucinda was wearing a bright fuchsia coloured waist shirt, with an embroidered denim jacket, and Lauren had on an impossibly tight pale grey polo neck sweater, which emphasised her tiny waist and made her pointed tits look larger than they actually were. They were identical twins and most people had trouble telling them apart even now, but I had never found it a problem, I just instinctively knew which was which. They had always been closer to Emma than to me but this year we all seemed to have put aside past differences and were getting on quite well. 

I had joined the other youngsters in the dining room but was standing in the doorway, sipping a large, single malt scotch and watching Mum and Maggie across the hall in the drawing room. Maggie had on a deep claret coloured velvet evening skirt and matching top and her hair was pulled back in her favourite pony tail style and tied with a small matching velvet bow. I could not help thinking that they were the two most attractive women in the house that night. I felt a small tug at my sleeve and looked round. It was Kristen Olsen, "We are all taking our drinks and going out into the garden for a while," she said, "Are you coming?" I must have missed something whilst I was day dreaming about Maggie and Mum. 

"Oh, yes...OK!" I mumbled and looked around, all the others were gone and so I quickly topped up my scotch and followed her out through the French windows. We stood on the terrace for several minutes talking, she was one of those dizzy blondes who giggled a lot and was extremely tactile, touching my arm constantly to emphasise each remark. After a while she said that she needed to pee and went back inside. It was a really mild evening for December and the pundits were predicting a shirt sleeve Christmas Day. I was quite glad to be in the fresh air, it was hot in the house and I am used to being outside most of the day in all weathers. 

Maggie had designed the gardens at the rear of the house herself but the work was only partially completed, she just pottered about with it at odd times and Jack brought the big ride on lawn mower up once a week to do the grass. The design blue prints were pinned up on the wall of the office and I had been itching to ask her if I could help work on getting the next phase cleared, laid out and planted. I often sneaked up here in my lunch hour and fantasised about which shrubs, trees and flowers I would plant out if I was given the chance. The others had gone off down to the end of the lawn and were sitting around the lily pool, somebody had found and brought candles, and one of the boys had a guitar and was plucking out the melody of a folk song. I lit a cigarette and strolled slowly towards the flickering candle light when I felt a small soft hand slip into mine. I thought that it was Kristen but on looking around found it to be Lauren.

"Wotcha, Lulu!" I laughed and then paused for a re-action to see if we really were friends again now. 

"Wotcha, Jimbo!" she replied with a big smile. Each of us had a pet name we had used as small kids when we all played together and were a friendly family group, before the twins went away to boarding school. Emma was Emms, Lauren was Lulu and Lucinda was Luci and I was Jimbo although Emma always called me Jay. She tugged at my hand and pulled me towards an arbour seat to one side of the lawn and out of sight of the house and the lily pond. We sat down and she crooked her finger at my cigarette, I passed it to her and she took a long drag. I had never seen either of the twins smoke before. 

"When are you going to France?" I asked. Maggie was allowing the girls to spend several months in France, staying with an aunt, their late father's sister, skiing and sight seeing before going to university. 

"Oh, about the end of January," she replied. "But, I hope the weather is bloody colder than this over there, we need some serious snow if we are going to get some skiing in before the season ends." I could tell that there was something she wanted to talk to me about out of earshot of the others. "You were here when Mummy gave that bloody bastard Ben the push, weren't you? She asked eventually.

I nodded, I was not sure how much to say, they were Maggie's daughters with her first husband Robert De Vere, but 'Ben the Bastard' had been their step father for five years or so and I was not sure about the relationship there. 

"Emms told us that you kicked the shit out of him!" she went on, "Well done you.....I wish we had been here to help!" I breathed a sigh of relief, "We both hated the creep," she added," he was really nice to us to start with but that did not last long, but we only had to put up with him during the holidays, poor Mummy had to put up with him all the time." Then added, "They had separate bedrooms after the first year, you know!" I hadn't known that but the thought was oddly comforting, at least he hadn't been shagging Maggie when he was having his affairs. 

"It was a pleasure," I said cockily, and meant it, "I couldn't have him pissing Maggie about," then added quickly "she is family after all!" 

She put her hand on my bicep and squeezed lightly, "We girls need our own private Rambo to protect us, the three of us all alone up here in this house," she giggled flirtingly, "and it looks as though our big cousin has already volunteered......" Lulu squeezed my muscle again, a bit harder this time, "We can be VERY grateful," she purred, "just wait until Luci gets her hands on this, she will be creaming in her knickers!" 

I was totally floored. I hadn't really talked to the twins for two years and they were fifteen year old school girls then, full of giggles and schoolgirl shit, total little twits. Now, I wasn't certain but I think that Lauren was coming on to me, her vocabulary was certainly all grown up. I took a large swig of scotch from my glass and choked, I bent double coughing and spluttering and Lulu was thumping me furiously on the back, and then I was sat upright again and we were both laughing and she had grabbed my cigarettes and was trying to light one with my lighter. The ancient Zippo was a pig and so I took it from her and flicked up a flame, then lit one for myself. 

"God, it's starting to get chilly out here!" Lauren said dramatically, and shuffled closer to me on the seat, grabbed my wrist and hooked my arm around her shoulders. I could feel her firm breast pushing against my chest and her thigh tight alongside mine. I glanced down at her and found to my surprise that close up her profile was very much like her mother's. She looked up at me, "Come on then, Rambo," she whispered huskily, "It's your job to protect me now...even from the cold!" She brought her face up closer to mine, "Come on.... kiss me!" She pushed her lips softly against mine and I felt the tip of her tongue exploring the line of my lips and then pressing through into my mouth and met it with my own tongue the tips flicking together. I couldn't stop myself, I brought my hand up and pressed her breast, my thumb seeking and finding the nipple which was already erect. She did not push my hand away or stop kissing me and we sat like that until we heard one of the boys shouting, her name. 

"Enough gratefulness for one night," she said. Then kissed the tip of her finger and pressed it against my lips "You've been book marked," she laughed, "I'll pick up where I left off some other time....just remember when Luci comes sniffing around, who got here first!" She jumped up and trotted down the garden. I remained sitting for a bit and then wandered back into the house and poured myself another drink and sat on the doorstep and finished my cigarette. What was that expression the Yanks used, I wondered, 'Kissing Cousins'?

The party broke up about eleven, and everybody pushed off except for the family. I found Mum, Maggie and the twins in the kitchen, the coffee maker was making slurping noises and the delicious smell of hot salt beef was wafting from a heap of foil covering a board on the table close to a basket of hot rolls. It was time for the traditional family Christmas supper, we had done this for as long as I could remember, Dad had even come a couple of years, but normally he was out drinking somewhere on Christmas Eve. 

"Where's Emma?" Mum looked around the table. 

After a pause, Lucinda said, "I think she may still be trying say good bye to Phil Newman; he has been trying to get his hand up her skirt all night and has probably dragged her into his car to ravish her!" 

"Shut up Luci, you are just jealous everybody else is getting some and you are not!" Lauren put in, and then looked at me and winked, then said quietly, "Do your job, Rambo.....go and rescue your sister!" 

I don't think anybody else heard but I stood up and had started towards the hall when Emma came in. She looked a bit flushed and annoyed but otherwise unharmed. "Bloody Phil!" she spat," got hands like a bloody octopus and all the charm of a barrow load of shit!" We all laughed but Mum tried to look disapproving and hid her smile behind her hand.

"Philip the Groper strikes again!" Lucinda hooted and we all laughed. I sliced the joint of salt beef and then stood back and watched Emma for a while, just to be sure that she was really OK.

We had coffee and hot salt beef rolls, followed by mince pies and clotted cream, then we all gathered round the tree in the hall and sang Silent Night, another little family tradition. We said our goodbyes hugged and kissed and then Mum and Emma and I went to the car. In the drive I laughed and asked Mum, "Which of us is sober enough to drive?"

She came very close and pretended to sniff my breath then said, trying to keep her voice serious, but failing," As you seem to have been drinking...and I haven't, it had better be me." She kissed me on the tip of my nose and made for the driver door, I playfully slapped her rump as she went. I knew she had stuck to a couple of glasses of wine all night. It was just after mid-night when we got home, we were all tired and I was still feeling a bit pissed so said that I would make hot chocolate. Mum refused and said she would go straight to bed so we hugged and wished each other a Merry Christmas and she went upstairs leaving Emma and me in the kitchen. We exchanged bits of gossip from the party and I asked her about 'Philip the Groper'. 

"God!" she said in disgust, "I said he could kiss me goodnight and he tried to ram his filthy fat tongue right down my throat...then started to grab anything he could get his hands on!" She looked and me and saw that I was scowling, "It's OK," she went on, "I just slammed the car door on his finger and walked away.....I think that he was crying as he drove off!" 

We both laughed, and I said in fun "Well you do look a million dollars tonight, Sis! I can't say that I blame 'Philip the Groper' for trying, in that outfit I'm having a hard job keeping my hands off of you myself."




The Touch Ch. 07



She went quiet and just stared at me across the table for a moment, then smiled knowingly and said, "You probably would too..... you randy goat..... I saw you tonight, you know!" I thought that she meant my snog with Lulu, and started to compose a plausible excuse, and then she went on, "I saw you with that little Swedish whore Kristen Olsen, on the terrace!" I breathed a sigh of relief, but she now seemed to be genuinely angry about something, "You should keep away from her.... that blonde tart, you are my big brother and you can't go around shagging anything that offers it to you!" Then as quickly as it had come the anger evaporated and she gave me a big broad smile. She came around the table and plonked herself down on my lap, threw her arms around my neck, pressed her cheek against mine and gave me a long hard hug. "I love you, Jay!" she whispered, "Happy Christmas!"

"I love you too, Emms ...... Happy Christmas!" I responded. She wriggled off my lap and without another word went straight upstairs to her room. "See you in the morning I called after her!" I was grateful she went when she did, wriggling about on my lap like that had started a hard-on, another few seconds and she would have been sure to notice.

I sat at the table, lit another cigarette and thought about the day, seeing Mum naked in her bed room; then snogging with my cousin Lauren, I wasn't sure but I was pretty certain she had issued me with an imminent shag warning! Then finally, my sister accidentally lap grinding me into an erection, at least I was pretty sure it was accidental.

Well it is Christmas I mused...and Christmas is supposed to be about families. 

Christmas Day and Boxing Day were just for the family. We always stayed at home on Christmas Day and then either went to Maggie's on Boxing Day or Maggie and the girls came to us, this year it was our turn to visit them. Originally when Gran, Mum's mother, was alive it was a three way thing and we would spend every third Boxing Day at her house in London, but she had died when I was about ten. That was when we moved into the bigger house; Mum had used her third of Gran's inheritance as a deposit, I guess.

We were all up and dressed by nine o'clock, in what Mum called our 'Sloppy Sunday' gear, just old jeans and sweaters, anything comfortable just for sitting about. I cooked a full breakfast, bacon, sausages, eggs, fried bread and tomatoes, whilst Mum got busy with preparing lunch. After breakfast, Emma astounded us by volunteering to wash-up and I went and started the wood fire going in the sitting room, then we all went through to open our presents. 

As a family we were never big on Christmas presents, Emma and I had always had lots of toys and gifts as kids but once we reached fifteen present giving became a much more adult affair. We sat on the floor in front of the Christmas tree and handed out the parcels. 

Emma went first; she had bought Mum a selection of cosmetics and a new hairdryer which I knew that Mum had wanted for ages. Mum was thrilled and I was glad that I had let Emma keep some of her earnings. She had bought me the usual book tokens, which in truth were the best thing that anybody could get me, but had also found a coffee mug printed with the words, 'BEST BROTHER IN THE WORLD', I genuinely thought that it was the best gift she had ever given me. 

Mum handed out her presents, she had bought Emma new skirts and tops and a real leather handbag. I received a really great pair of black, Hugo Boss jeans, a dove grey silk shirt which was really cool and a copy of the new Royal Horticultural Society Encyclopaedia, the gardener's bible. 

Then it was my turn. Getting a present for Mum had been a real trial this year. I had spent several lunch hours in Salisbury, trawling the shops but my mind seemed to be fixed on a single lust driven course and I kept irrationally returning to things like lingerie and nightwear even though I knew that it was not on. In the end I asked Maggie for help and we drove into Southampton and picked out a black velvet designer jogging suit which was really fashionable ladies wear that year. Then by absolute chance I dropped on to the ideal second gift in one of the Salisbury jewellers; an antique, solid silver, nurse's belt buckle. I had the back engraved with 'Mum, love from Jamie, Christmas 1988.' It cost me a week's wages but seeing her face when she opened the box that Christmas morning was worth every penny. 

I had originally got Emma the usual box of chocolates and gift tokens, but had added something extra in the last few days.....I had slipped into town on Thursday and bought a gift voucher for driving lessons from the BSM shop. The lessons were expensive, three pounds each, but I splashed out and got eighteen pounds worth. She went mad, laughing and whooping and leaping about the room like a kid then threw her arms around me and hugged and kissed me..... I think she was pleased! 

A bit later, when we were alone, Mum put her arms around my waist and looked into my face and said, "Thank you, Jamie. Thank you for the lovely presents, but the best one of all was seeing you and Emma friends again!" She hugged me close and kissed me lightly on the lips, and I held her just a little bit longer than I should have done. I felt that I needed some air and was glad that it was my turn to check that everything was all right at work and left Mum and Emma to get the lunch ready and drove my moped over to the garden centre and spent half an hour making sure that all was as it should be. 

We had a late lunch of roast chicken with all the Christmas trimmings, plum pudding and custard and then crashed in front of the television with large brandies. Later Mum made tea and brought out sandwiches, sausage rolls, mince pies and a Christmas cake, and we filled ourselves up again, even Emma, work seemed to good for her appetite, she was eating properly again. Then we spent the evening sitting on the floor in a tangled heap, arms around each other, in front of the log fire, with drinks, just talking and smoking and playing silly word games. By bedtime, Emma was curled up, already asleep beneath my arm and Mum was stretched out on the rug dozing, her head resting on a cushion in my lap. I sat for nearly an hour just watching her face, the rise and fall of her breasts, and gently stroking her hair. It felt cosy, warm and erotic slumped between the two of them and was definitely the best Christmas Day that I could ever remember.

Mum did the breakfasts on Boxing Day and I made a big pan of homemade pea and ham soup. I had become a bit of a dab hand in the kitchen after Dad left, with Mum working shifts I had had to take on some of the cooking and had found that I not only liked it but was quite good at it as well, now Mum and I had a sort of unspoken arrangement to share the kitchen duties. We had a light lunch of soup, hot rolls and cold chicken leftovers then made our way to Maggie's house. Mum had driven us on Christmas Eve, so I said it was my turn to hold back on the drinks and be the chauffeur. 

We arrived, bearing gifts and Maggie ushered us straight into the sitting room. Then went out into the hall and called the twins. I could hear pop music somewhere and guessed they were in their rooms upstairs. They bounced in and we all hugged and kissed and said Merry Christmas and then Lauren and Lucinda took Emma up to their rooms, giggling and making girl talk about presents and clothes and the like. 

"Come on," Maggie said, "Come into the kitchen and I will make some tea and coffee, the girls will be ages yet.....I'll call them later and we can open the presents." We always left opening our presents to and from Maggie and the girls until we saw them on Boxing Day. 

Eventually we all gathered in the sitting room with the pile of parcels on the floor between us. Maggie and Mum had bought each other clothes and the same for the girls. 

This left Maggie and me. I had as much trouble choosing a gift for Maggie as I had had for Mum and for very similar reasons, every thing that I really would have liked to give her was just too personal or intimate and so in the end I settled for something that I knew she would appreciate. I bought her the new Mozart Symphony collection on 12 CD's by the Wiener Philharmoniker, a brand new set of albums which she had been talking about for weeks. As usual our minds must have been in tune, because her gift to me was a new Sony Walkman CD player and headphones, to replace my old cassette player which was just about knackered.

I was the only man present and when the conversation turned to chick talk about fashions, make-up and what the twins would be wearing in France, I pretty well turn off so, when Maggie, Mum and the girls all wandered away upstairs to riffle through their wardrobes, I drifted outside onto the patio. The weather was still very mild and that evening the sunset was beautiful and so I sat in one of the plastic garden chairs watching the blaze of colour on the horizon, until it was dark. 

I heard the French doors open and close and felt rather than saw somebody walk softy around the back of me. It was Lauren. She took my hand and said, "Come on...follow me!" and led me around the corner of the house into the shadows away from the window. 

Today, she was dressed casually in a pair of tight black leggings, with flat pumps and a black t-shirt with silver embroidery and her hair was twisted into a single thick plaited rope. This time I didn't wait for her to make the first move, I slid my arm around her waist and pulled her in to me and sought for her lips with mine. She was my cousin but she was also a very attractive girl, she was willing and very, very female! She pressed herself closer to me and every curve she possessed seemed to find a part of my body that fitted against her. I slid my hands down her body from her shoulders, over her breasts, pausing briefly to thumb her nipples, down her rib cage and waist and over her hips to clasp her buttocks. She wriggled slightly under my hands and moaned softly into my mouth without breaking our kiss. I pushed her arse forward pressing her groin into mine and ground my erection against her and she brought her hand down, placed it over my dick and started to rub gently up and down. I wanted her there and then and without thinking my hand moved up her back and my fingers started to caress the nape of her neck and play through the little short hairs at the root of her plait. Lulu gave a sharp gasp and roughly pulled my face down and pressed my lips against her throat her other hand rubbing faster against my hard tool. This was not an innocent school girl I was holding, Lauren was a hot, sexy young woman. 

Then I heard voices in the living room and the French door opening, "They aren't out here!" I heard Emma call back into the room, and the door closed again.

I froze. "Shit!" I mumbled, "I thought she was coming out!" Lauren was still gently grinding against me but with less enthusiasm now that I had stopped responding. My dick had died of fright and my hard-on was gone! I realised that making out with her here and now was a recipe for disaster, we were going to get caught! "We need to go in, Lulu" I whispered to her urgently, "I think they are looking for us!" 

"Yes.... Yes," She murmured. She seemed a little stunned, "Come on.....this way." She led me around the side of the house past the pool, to the front door. She stopped and looked up into my face, "Wow!" she said, "You really are hot, Jimbo.....I wanted to shag you then and there!" 

"Yeah," I agreed, "me too!" 

She opened the door and peered in. "All clear," she giggled. "I'll go in and pretend that I've been upstairs....you wait for a bit then come in and say you've been out here smoking.... OK!" She reached up and kissed me again, firmly on the lips, "I haven't finished with you yet!" she added firmly, "Just remember that!" Then she was gone. 

I sat on the doorstep and lit a cigarette obediently. I had nearly cocked up big time....Lauren was obviously willing but using 'The Touch' on her had been stupid, it could have seriously fucked up everything if we had been caught, I felt sick thinking about how Maggie would have re-acted if she had found me screwing her daughter. 

The door opened behind me and Emma poked her head out, "Oh, you are out here," she said, "Lulu said you might be.......come back in now, we are going to have tea...Auntie Maggie has toasted some crumpets..... then we can play charades."

We had fun playing the game, as the only male present, all the women gave me really stupid things to act out, and both times that Lauren's turn came round she picked films, and openly targeted her miming at me, the first was 'Rambo' and the second was 'The Stud". I don't think anybody put a special meaning to it, but Lucinda kept winking at me and I thought that Emma looked a bit miffed, Lulu's miming had been a bit suggestive at the least. 

Mum had an early start at the hospital the next morning and so we left about eleven. Maggie and the twins put coats on and we all stood in the drive, saying our goodbyes to each other. Maggie came up beside me and discreetly, pressed another small parcel into my hand and signalled me to just put it into my coat pocket unopened. There were hugs and kisses all round and I was caught by surprise when Lauren dropped her hands during the hug and squeezed by arse, hard.....only it wasn't Lauren it was Lucinda.

When we got home we were all tired and Mum and Emma were content just to say goodnight and we all went up to our own rooms. I sat on the edge of my bed and pulled the packet Maggie had given me out of my pocket. It was a small, heavy box wrapped in Christmas paper. I carefully pulled off the wrapping and opened the box. Inside was a silver figurine on a small marble plinth, it was a knight in armour sitting on his charger with sword raised above his head. There was a simple hand written card which just said, 'Love from Maggie'.



The Touch Ch. 08



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Chapter 8: Turning Things On for Debbie

Mum was back at work the day after Boxing Day and I went into the garden centre as I had arranged for some suppliers to make deliveries and I had work that I wanted to get on with. We would be re-opening to the public after New Year and the builders would be starting the alterations. With only limited space available for a couple of months we needed to make the most of meeting the customer's seasonal requirements. 

That December had been the mildest since 1916 and the long range weather forecast told us that January would be another mild month so would be ideal weather for planting out fruit trees and bushes and ornamental shrubs, and there would be a demand for late planter spring bulbs and seeds. I spend the next two days filling the shop with stands of packet seeds, pots of indoor hyacinths, early crocuses and snowdrops, which were always popular as winter and spring gifts. Maggie came down to help me a couple of mornings and Emma followed me in on the Thursday on the old bike she had used for school and the three of us managed to get the temporary display areas well along to completion. We had hired a huge, marquee style tent which was erected in the back field the other side of the customer car park and which was to be the temporary home for our stock of shrubs and young trees and the trays and boxes of bulbs. 

I only saw the twins, once, when Maggie invited me and Emma up to the house that Thursday for lunch. We all sat around the kitchen table drinking Cokes and eating huge bacon sandwiches and laughing and joking as families do. After lunch I went out into the garden for a cigarette and strolled down to the lily pond which is in a sunken patio area at the bottom of the long lawn. I sat on a stone seat and watched Lauren and Lucinda walk towards me arms around each others waists and deep in conversation. They looked great. Both were wearing jeans and leather knee boots, and Lauren had on her usual very tight polo neck sweater this time in pale lemon, and a sky blue fleece gilet. Luci wore a heavy knit cardigan over a black Guinness t-shirt and had a thick wool scarf knotted at the throat. Their hair seemed lighter in the winter sun and at that distance they looked like younger versions of Maggie and Mum coming towards me. 

They came around the pool and sat either side of me on the seat. "We want to talk to you, Jimbo," Lucinda started; she looked at my face and saw my slightly concerned expression. "No seriously, we really do....this is important!"

"OK, what is it?" I asked tentatively. After what had happened at Christmas with Lauren, I was not sure how to treat either of them or what their real feelings were towards me, after all we had only really been friends again for a few weeks and I had been halfway to shagging Lulu after just a few minutes with her. I knew that twins told each other virtually everything. 

Lauren put her hand on my knee and squeezed it, "We are not going to drag you off into the bushes and screw you senseless," she laughed.

"Not yet, anyway!" Luci added, squeezing my other knee. "It's about Mummy!" I felt a cold worry knot forming in my stomach.

"She had a 'phone call from 'Ben the Bastard' this morning, I don't know what was said and she wouldn't say, but she looked furious!" She continued, "Afterwards she shut herself in her room and called Carl Olsen!"

"If she wants her lawyer, it must be bad!" Lulu said taking up the story, "Luci and I are worried he might cause trouble....she stopped him taking money from the business and her personal account, you know...thieving bastard!" 

"And she changed all the locks on the house!" Lucinda put in. I knew about that already because Maggie had given me a new set of keys to the house and just to be safe I had also changed all the locks and padlocks at the garden centre.

"I'm not sure that I can really do much, you know," I said rather feebly, "after the last time, I promised Maggie that I wouldn't interfere again...." I thought about the little statuette of the 'Knight in Shining Armour' that Maggie had given me as a secret Christmas present and knew that if her ex-husband did cause her any grief then regardless of any promises I had made, I would make it my business to find him and knock seven shades of shit out of him! 

The twins seemed to read my mind. Maybe it was a family thing; I often felt that both Mum and Maggie could anticipate my thoughts before I had them. 

"We just want to be sure that you will be there for her, and look after her when we go to France," Lucinda said, "you and Mummy are really tight, and she trusts you."

"You will promise, won't you?" Lauren added. I could tell that they were genuinely worried.

"Of course I promise," I said seriously, then added "You didn't have to ask you know....I would have done it anyway."

"Thank you, Jamie!" Lauren said. Then they both leaned in and kissed me, one on each cheek. "Rambo rides to the rescue, again!" she chuckled, and then with a seductive smirk added, "We will both be VERY, VERY grateful, you know....." 

"But, not just now....not in front of an audience." Lucinda chipped in giggling, pointing up towards the house with her chin. Maggie and Emma were coming down the garden towards us. We stood up and walked to meet them. I am not sure if I breathed a sigh of relief or disappointment.

"What have you three been conspiring about?" Maggie laughed then added, "Oh, never mind, it's probably better if I don't know."

Lucinda put her arm around Maggie and wheedled, "Mummy..... dearest! Will you drive me and Lauren into Salisbury this afternoon; we need to do some shopping." She looked at Emma, "You would like to come too, wouldn't you Emms?" 

Emma glanced my way. "Yes, go on." I laughed; "you are supposed to be on holiday anyway." I turned to Maggie, "It's OK by me, I can finish off on my own... no problem."

I walked back down to the garden centre with Emma who wanted to change out of her work clothes before going into town, and waited with her at the side gate until Maggie pulled up in the Range Rover. Just as the car pulled up Emma turned to me, "I'd rather stay here with you, Jay." she said quietly.

"No you wouldn't." I replied laughing, "Go and have a girly afternoon out and enjoy yourselves. I pushed a fiver into her hand, "Get Maggie, the girls and you a cup of tea and a bun somewhere on me." I pushed her into the car and shut the door then locked the gate and went over to the office. 

I spent half and hour or so checking some delivery notes for deliveries of compost, paving slabs, sand and the like which had come in during the last few days, then decided on a whim to call Mark Dwight and arranged to call in for a chat on my way home that night. I had worked out the overheads for taking over his market garden shop and Maggie had agreed we should go ahead and make him an offer.

Mark Dwight was in his early thirties and a really nice guy, 'an officer and a gentleman' as they say who had served with 2 Para in the Falklands and was at the Battle of Goose Green. Talking to him I don't think that he ever wanted to be a farmer, but with his mother dying and his father wanting to retire, he had reluctantly returned and taken over the farm his family had owned for nearly three hundred years. 

My proposal was that we would set up a farm produce shop at the garden centre, which we would staff and run. Mark's farm would supply all the seasonal fruit and veg on a profit share basis, his invoices for the produce and our invoices for the overheads would be matched off each month and the profits divided equally. Mark would benefit from not having to manage or staff the farm shop that his late mother had always looked after, and we would gain a quality outlet at the garden centre which would attract new customers. We shook on the deal and arranged to start the new venture as soon as the construction works were completed on the main buildings in March. 

It was dark when I left and rode home really pleased with myself. I had negotiated my first business deal all on my own, I couldn't wait to tell Maggie. Emma was not back and Maggie did not answer when I tried calling her so I guessed that they had all stayed in Salisbury late for something to eat. Mum had made a chicken casserole so we had tea together, I told her about my deal with Mark Dwight and she enthused and hugged me proudly. After tea, I washed up and she took her wine glass into the dining room, where she had her desk, explaining that she had a pile of reports to complete before going into work the next day. I was about to go up to my room to listen to some music when I heard a car pull into the drive. I thought that it was Maggie, bringing Emma home, and when the front door bell chimed I got ready to scold Emma for forgetting her keys again. 

It wasn't Emma, to my surprise it was Debbie. She stood on the doorstep wearing a thick, white, quilted anorak with fur lined hood, her faced wreathed in a wide smile. She looked cute and I was glad to see her.

"Hi, Debs!" I said and scooped her into a big combination bear hug and kiss. "Come in...come in." I drew her into the hall then took her coat and pointed to the sitting room door, "Go and sit down, and then you can tell me everything that has been going on." I added. 

Mum came out of the dining room, "Hello Debbie." she said and gave her a friendly hug, "Do you two want teas or coffees?" she asked. 

I looked at Debbie who shook her head and said, "I don't really have too much time, thanks Mrs. Riley......I just popped in to ask Jamie for a favour, perhaps another time."

Mum went into the kitchen and Debbie and I sat on the settee in the sitting room and exchanged small talk about Christmas and family. "How is Joanna, now?" I asked.

"Oh, she is getting on really well. Her leg is in plaster but she can get about on crutches and spent the Christmas holiday with Mum and Dad and me at Maidenhead. We thought that that was the best thing until she could manage things for herself more." She smiled, "Jo is actually one of the reasons I am here.....one of the favours concerns her."

"OK," I said, "fire away."

"Well!" she started, "I drove her back to her mother's place, this afternoon; she is going to stay there for the next couple of weeks, until we go back Cardiff. We are hoping that by then she will be able to cope with the stairs up to our flat." She hugged my arm and added in a pleading voice, "Will you go over and visit her, she can't really get out and I know she is dying to see you again. I brought her down in Dad's car as it's uncomfortable for her in the Mini for long distances, even with the passenger seat fully back, but will have to take it back tonight, and then I won't be coming back to Salisbury until after New Year."

"No problem, I'll run over tomorrow." I confirmed. 

"Great! Just don't shag her so bloody stupid that she falls down and breaks the other leg, this time!" Debbie chortled. Joanna and Debbie had obviously been swapping stories about the three of us over the holidays. I suppose I should have been embarrassed or concerned but I wasn't and if Debbie was taking it as a bit of sexy fun then I decided I should do the same. Anyway Debs was so bubbly and full of fun that you could never stay serious or angry around her for long.

"OK! OK! Let's move on.....what's the next favour, you're after?" I laughed. 

"That may be a bit more of a problem," she started," we don't really want to go back to Cardiff until the fifteenth and I was wondering if there was any chance of coming back to work at the garden centre for the next two weeks as we had originally intended." She smiled her best, sweet, little girl smile and then added, "We will understand if you say no, you must have taken other people on for the holidays!"

I thought for a minute. It could actually work out well..... Tim and two of the students had now left permanently, Mrs.Cardew, the cashier would not be back until next Christmas, so at the moment there was only, Jack, Maggie, Emma, myself and one part timer. Even with a broken leg Joanna should be able to sit at the till and help in the shop, and both of the girls were experienced and knowledgeable about the business. Holiday jobs were important to most students, more so this year as there was talk that student grants would stop in 1989. I knew Maggie would leave me to make the decision.

"You're hired!" I said with a laugh. So what is the next request, madam?"

"I want your body!" she whispered sexily...then giggled, "I don't mean it that way, not this time, although I haven't had a screw since you left me bow-legged in September!" I glanced nervously at the door in case Mum was still about. "I need to go over to the caravan tonight and switch on the electricity and water mains. I shall be staying there when I come back on Tuesday and I'm not sure if I am strong enough to turn the valves... will you come over with me and help .... I'll drive you back home, afterwards?"

I glanced at my watch; it was now only six-thirty-five. "Yeah! No problems," I said, "It will give us a chance to catch-up a bit more before you have to drive back to Maidenhead."

We went through to the hall and I helped Debbie on with her coat and then just called through to Mum that I was going out for a while. I grabbed my jacket and we went out onto the drive. Her father's car was a big, black, 5 Series BMW Saloon and we were just getting in when Maggie's Range Rover pulled into the drive and stopped to let Emma out. I waved and then closed the door and we turned out into the road, as I glanced into the wing mirror I could see Emma standing on the gravel watching us drive away.

It only took about five minutes to the caravan park. As before, the end where Debbie had her mobile home seemed to be deserted although the flood lighting was on and several of the vans at the other end of the park had lights in the windows and were obviously occupied. We parked by the van and I unlocked the service column which contained the power switches and water valves, whilst Debbie unlocked the mobile home. She was right, there was no way that she would have managed that water valve alone, it was jammed tight and I had a bit of a struggle to get it to turn. I threw the mains switch and with the power on, we could see to open the gas locker containing the two huge Calor bottles which fed the cooker and heating, one was empty and I told Debbie I would come over after the New Year and change it for her. 

The inside of the van was much as I remembered it. The double bed in the lounge was still pulled out although the duvet was folded neatly and piled with the pillows on one of the side seats. My first thought was that it was so much warmer in the van that night than it had been last time we were there, the end of September had been a lot colder that it was now in December. I commented to Debbie that there was no smell of damp and she said that her mother and father had been down and used the place for a few days last month when they were on route to visit her at Cardiff so it had been aired out. I checked that everything gas and electrical was working and ran some water through the taps whilst Debbie went out to the car and came back with a big holdall which she said contained her clothes for the next couple of weeks.

"So, will Joanna be coming back to live with you here after New Year?" I asked. 

"Not straight away," Debbie replied, "she feels a bit guilty about spending Christmas with us and is going to stay with her mother until the end of next week." 

She grinned knowingly at me, "That means that I shall be here all on my own....all night....every night.....my naked little body just laying in this bed waiting to be ravished by some horny gardener, just like Lady Chatterley!" She raised her hands over her head and danced across the van towards me, hips swaying and those big tits bobbing up and down. She was wearing a thick fleecy jogging suit but I could see by the movements beneath the top that she was not wearing a bra and probably not anything underneath the pants either, they hugged her buttocks and I could make out the shape of her pussy lips through the fabric at the front. 

I could not have possibly waited until the next week; I wanted her here and now and the look in her eyes told me that she wasn't going to let me out of that caravan without getting laid! I pulled her to me and our lips met in a long soft kiss my tongue urgently seeking to couple with hers and we stood there for several long minutes just enjoying each others mouths. My hands were resting on her hips and I moved them both upwards, pushing beneath her track suit top and coming to rest on her bare waist. Debbie had lost a bit of weight but was still a little on the plump side, with big tits and round soft buttocks but she had a small firm waist. I let my hands rove upwards until they encountered the soft globes that were her breasts and my thumbs searched for and found her nipples. I remembered them being large with pink aureolas and her nipples were huge when erect and I rubbed my thumbs over them feeling the points start to harden beneath my touch, and felt a reciprocal firmness beginning in my jeans. 

"Oh shit, Jamie!" She broke our kiss and hissed at me huskily, "I've missed you doing that..... I've missed you touching me..... I've missed you fucking me!" Then her hands were tugging at the bottom of my t-shirt trying to draw it up and over my head. I relinquished her tits and raised my arms so that she could pull it off completely and then rolled her sweatshirt up over her beautiful large breasts and dropped it onto the floor. We clung to each other half naked, our faces buried in each others throats and her breasts rubbing against me, her hard nipples were like little hot finger tips tracing a pattern across my chest. Our crotches were grinding together, my hard prick rubbing back and forth against her mound. 

"Oh, yes, Oh shit, yes..... That feels good!" she cried loudly. I had forgotten how noisy Debbie could be during sex, and was once again grateful that there was nobody occupying the adjacent mobile homes. Her hands fumbled at my belt buckle, unsnapped it and then were tugging at the waistband and popping open the fly buttons and I felt my jeans start to slowly slide down my thighs and ran my hands around the elasticated top of her jogger bottoms, hooking my thumbs into the top and pushed down. Then I was on my knees and she was stepping out of her trousers and stood in front of me totally naked. I noticed that she still shaved her pubic hair into a narrow 'Flight Path' of soft dark fluff and leaned forward to kiss gently down the length of the downy path until my mouth met the lips of her pussy. She grasped the back of my head and pressed my face into her groin and I pressed my lips to her pussy and gently blew hot breath over and into her, then followed up with my tongue, the tip flicking her clit then tracking back up the narrow pubic fluff path. 

"Oh, Fuck!" Debbie moaned, "I want you inside of me! I want you to make me cum!" she laughed, "I want everything and I want it now!" 

I kicked off my trainers and pushed my boxers and jeans over my heels and started to stand up dragging my tongue up over her belly and caressing those fantastic hard nipples with my lips, nibbling them into hot firm points and causing Debbie to moan deep in her throat. I felt her hand gripping my erection and start to drag it down and forward to rub the glans up and down her pussy lips only the very tip of my prick penetrating the moist velvety slit. My whole world at that moment was filled with a single ambition, to enter that hot and welcoming portal and drive the full length of my erection into her. I thrust forward and felt my length starting to enter and fill her, she was really ready for me, and her tunnel was hot and wet and incredibly tight. Debbie threw her arms around my neck and let out a loud scream, "Oooooh! Oh, Fuck! Oh,Yes....!" Her head was thrown back, and her eyes were wide open, huge and sparkling. 




The Touch Ch. 08



Suddenly I felt her legs go limp and then we were falling, her weight pulling me forward onto her as we crashed onto the bed, the jolt jerking me hard into her right up to the root. She screamed again as I unintentionally impaled her roughly, "Aaaaah!" Then we were laughing and holding each other and she was kissing my face and lips, her hands holding my buttocks urging me ever deeper into her as she raised her knees and hooked her heels over my legs to exert even more force. "Ah, yes! " she shouted, "Yes! Don't stop ..... Harder....! Harder .....!" 

I needed no urging, I was totally absorbed with the sensations centred on my rock hard prick and started to thrust long and hard, drawing half my length slowly back and then ramming forward with Debbie meeting each violent thrust measure for measure. We fucked like that for a long time. Her fists were beating on my shoulders and back, her heels drumming against the back of my knees and her thighs pressing down on mine pulling me deep into her with each stroke. We were moaning, gasping and grunting with exertion, as we pounded each other closer and closer to the peak of sensation, then suddenly Debbie was screaming wordlessly and her whole body was trembling uncontrollably and I felt her pussy pulsing around my engorged and throbbing cock, then she went limp and whispered hoarsely into my ear, "Oh, Fuck, Jamie! You made me cum! That was fantastic...!" 

I hadn't released and was still rammed tight into her so I began to thrust gently back and forth and after a minute or so she started to meet my motions again, her pussy was now really hot and tight and I could feel the pressure exerted on the tip of my tool each time I plumbed deep into her with a forward stroke. I was really near to eruption, when I felt her hand slip between us as she inserted the tip of her finger into her slit and started to rub her clit. I had never had a girl masturbate at the same time as we were fucking and it was a strange but erotic sensation. Then I felt her start to cum again, her groin smashed up hard against mine, she impaled herself forcefully onto my erection and I rammed into her with all the force in my hips and legs until suddenly she was jerking and screaming and I could hold back no longer and my jiz exploded into her in a long hot pulsing stream.

I reached across and grabbed the duvet cover and flung it over us and we lay together like that for some time with my softening dick still inside her, arms around each other and coated in a thin film of perspiration. This was not the first time I had fucked Debbie in this bed, not even the third or fourth, but each time was different for both of us. Debs was sweet, passionate, fun to be with and a bloody good shag. 

Later, I looked at my watch. "We had better get up," I whispered in her ear, "it's nearly nine o'clock and you have got to drive back to your father's place!" 

"I don't want to!" she pouted like a little girl putting her parts on, "I'm warm and satisfied and I feel like my legs have been fucked off of my body!" She tightened her arms around my neck, "Just one more little kiss and then I'll get up, OK?"

Ten minutes later I dragged her forcibly off the bed, giggling and wresting with each other. We got dressed and locked up the mobile home and then Debbie drove me back home and we sat at the kerbside by our front gates. I was a bit worried about Debbie driving the fifty odd miles back to Maidenhead in the dark on her own, but she was OK with the prospect and I knew she was a good driver. 

"Call me when you get home!" I instructed her firmly, "Just to let me know you got in safely....I'll sit up and wait. OK?" We touched lips lightly and I got out of the car and watched her drive off then crunched up the drive.

I opened the front door and the first thing I saw was Emma, sitting on the stairs in her dressing gown. She looked a bit miffed and pouty; I wondered if she had had a row with Mum again. "Hi, Emms!" I called cheerfully; I felt good after shagging Debbie and was not in the mood for an argument tonight. 

"Who was that you were with tonight?" she asked snappily.

"Oh, Debbie Fowler, from work, you remember her.... don't you, we all used to go out together in the summer?" I replied.

"Mmmm, yes," she said. "Are you two an item then? Are you dating her, or just screwing her, or what?"

"Emma, that's none of your business!" I snapped back, then for the sake of peace added in a conciliatory tone, "but, if you must know we are just friends," I lied, "she asked me to help her with moving something, that's all." Then added, "Debbie and Joanna will be coming back to work next week, it will be nice for you to have other girls about the place again, eh?" 

She stood up and started up the stairs, then paused and looked back over her shoulder, "Sod you, Jamie Riley!" she spat back at me, and then ran up and away into her room, slamming the door. I just stood in the hall with my mouth hanging open, totally amazed, what was that all about? What had happened to the sister who had said 'I love you, Jay' and given me a 'Best Brother in the World' mug a few days ago. 

Mum was standing in the doorway to the kitchen; she had obviously heard our argument. 

I followed her into the kitchen and she handed me a mug of coffee. 

"What was that about?" I asked, "What did I do?"

"Nothing, Jamie dear," she replied, "Sometimes teenage girls can be very possessive of the men in their lives, especially older brothers, it's nothing, just ignore it and she will get over it."

I sat up reading until the telephone went about eleven, it was Debbie, she was home safely. She was obviously alone because she teased me with crude suggestions and vulgar comments, then we said good night. Mum had already gone to bed and so I locked up and went up to my room. I noticed that the light was showing under the door of Emma's room, and thought about going in and speaking to her, but took Mum's advice and just left well alone. 

Mum was right as usual, in the morning Emma seemed OK again, and I put the incident out of my mind. 



The Touch Ch. 09



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Chapter 9: A Visit to Joanna

When I got into work the next morning, Maggie was already in the office. I made coffee and then told her about re-hiring Joanna and Debbie; my meeting with Mark Dwight and the deal for the garden produce shop. She was really pleased on both counts and I felt as proud as Punch. We put our coats on and went out into the yard and spent a little time discussing which of the converted outhouses should be used for the new shop, how best to lay it out and what special equipment we would need. Mark had said he would throw in his mother's old manual brass scales, they would add character, but I was not sure if they would pass scrutiny by HM Weights and Measures in a proper shop, and told Maggie I would look into it. 

Maggie went back to the office and I took a walk around the grounds and made mental note of a few jobs that needing doing, and checked the heating and water systems for the greenhouses. As I came into the office Maggie was just finishing a telephone call, she beckoned me over and tore a sheet of paper from her pad and passed it to me. It was an address out off the A36 near Wilton.

"What's this?" I asked after she had hung up.

"It's where we are going this afternoon," she chuckled. "That was Georgia Craven on the 'phone, do you remember her?"

I did vaguely recall a smart woman who had been at the Christmas Eve drinks party, and was a partner in the law firm that Maggie used. "Yes, I remember," I said, "She brought her gormless son to the party....reading classics at Cambridge or something, yes?"

"Well, she is absolutely loaded; she married and divorced two very rich husbands, and then inherited this house from her father, who was a high court judge!" She flicked the piece of paper in my hand, and then continued, "Both the house and grounds are terribly run down but, she now wants to start renovations and has asked if we will take on the redesign and planting of the gardens!"

"Bloody hell! I exclaimed, "That sounds as if it could be a serious long term earner, but are we going to be able to take it on with the alterations and everything else that is happening here between now and Easter?" 

"I don't see why not!" she replied, "we are not actually going to be doing the building work our selves during the next couple of months, Jack has the growing in hand, and if we start to advertise now, we may be able to take on some experienced hands ahead of the planned schedule, or even head hunt a couple from other garden centres." 

I knew that she was keen to expand the design and landscaping side of the business, this was what she really did best and I was busting a gut to try out all the theory that I had learned at college. She was right; we needed to start thinking about hiring more full time staff because when the expansions were completed at Easter we were going to be one of the largest and most up to date gardening businesses in the area.

Maggie fetched the Range Rover and we stopped off at 'The Wilton' for lunch, the pub was a bit run down, but served a really good ploughman's lunch, then we drove on to the A36. It took a bit of time to find the address but eventually after touring a lot of narrow back roads and lanes we found a large farm gate between two crumbling gate posts which had seen grander days, with a lopsided sign saying 'Craven Lodge'. The drive was nothing but thick mud and wound through some scrubby trees to curve out in front of an impressive timber framed house, probably sixteenth century, with modern builder's scaffolding encasing most of the front face. The drive in front of the house was gravelled but we were still glad that we had chosen to wear rubber boots, it had rained heavily during the night and everywhere was a sea of mud. 

Georgia Craven was waiting for us in the doorway. She was a small woman of about fifty, with a still neat figure and dark brown hair which was starting to streak with grey and was tied back into a tight, rather old fashioned bun. Her face was probably best described as handsome rather than pretty, but her eyes were incredibly blue and piercing; I imagined that as a younger woman she would have been seriously attractive and sexy. I guessed she had just got in from the office as she was wearing a smart, dark grey, pin-striped business style, skirt suit over a cream jumper and had single row of pearls at her throat. Incongruously she was wearing green Wellington boots which were already covered in mud. There were two young black Labradors chasing about the drive and I deduced that she had just been walking the dogs. 

She greeted Maggie warmly and they hugged and exchanged air kisses in the way that women do, and then turned to me. "Do I know you?" she asked, her voice had a typical lawyer's tone, slightly sharp and totally devoid of warmth.

"Er .... Maybe," I stuttered, "We met briefly at the Christmas Eve party."

"Oh, yes, you are the bright young nephew, aren't you?" she intoned, "Let us hope that you are as good a gardener as your aunt keeps telling everyone."

"He certainly is," Maggie interrupted, a little protectively, I thought. "Jamie is not just the manager of the garden centre; he will also be helping me with the designs for your garden and will be managing and overseeing a lot of the work." 

I tried not to look shocked, it was a bit of an exaggeration to describe me as manager, but worse, Maggie had not mentioned to me anything at all about working on this project. I was really chuffed that Maggie thought that much of me, but I was not sure about the task, I was confident in my abilities, but Georgia Craven obviously did not like me or just thought that I was too young for job.

"Let's get on then," she said, "follow me and I will show what we have here and you can get some idea of what you have to do." 

There was a ten foot Leylandii hedge to the left of the house and she led us through an untidy archway. I made a note on my pad that the hedge needed pruning and shaping. I looked up and found we were standing on a gravel path at the top of a stone stairway leading down to what had been at one time, the main flower gardens. It was massive! The land doglegged to the right and I could see a large orchard and what appeared to be a walled kitchen garden. In all there must have been at least three acres. The whole area was carpeted with scrub grass and weeds, out of control bushes and shrubs and I could see two ancient trees which appeared dead and were probably dangerous. You could just make out the shapes that had once been flower beds and borders. I have seen more decorative bomb sites. 

Maggie and I just stood there, staring silently for a couple of minutes. Eventually I grasped the initiative. "I'll go back to the car and get the camera," I said, "I think we need to photograph the whole area and make some notes before we do anything else." When I got back a few minutes later Maggie was alone and I could hear Georgia Craven somewhere behind the house calling to the dogs. 

We spent two hours photographing everywhere and everything. We discovered two large derelict hot houses behind the walled garden and at the bottom of the land we found that the garden dropped away sharply to reveal what had once been an ornamental lake complete with boathouse. It was now not much more than a large expanse of mud and a tangle of rushes. We did not talk a lot but I used up all ten film cartridges that I had with me and Maggie made a lot of sketches in her pad, we both had pages and pages of notes and comments, and I had taken several soil samples for PH testing. By mid-afternoon it was starting to cloud over and so we trudged back to the house. 

Georgia Craven met us at the door and invited us in but we declined, our boots were caked with thick mud and ooze nearly up to the knee and I wanted to get the films into Salisbury for developing so that I could get the prints back on Tuesday. 

"It was nice to meet you again, Mr. Riley," she said, I thought a bit frostily, then held out her hand.

I reached out and took it. Her hand was so small that my fingers curled around and lightly touched the side of her palm as we shook hands. I felt a tiny jolt, the merest of tingles and then our hands parted and it was gone. I looked at her face, she had obviously experienced something as well, her expression had not changed but there was a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"I will call you next week, Georgia," Maggie said, and then we were walking back to the car and driving off. Our conversation was naturally dominated by the afternoon's experience and by the time we were back in Salisbury I had pushed thoughts of that handshake with Georgia Craven to the back of my mind. 

Maggie was going out with the twins that evening so she dropped me at the garden centre and I collected my moped and drove into town to drop off the negatives at the photo shop for developing. I ordered a full set of 9" x 7" prints and started to drive home, it wasn't until I was across town that I remembered my promise to Debbie to drop in on Joanna.

By the time that I had been home, eaten and changed it was getting on for seven-thirty and so I swung around by the rail station as there was always a flower seller on Great Western Approach who stayed until the last commuter train came in. I bought a bunch of mixed colour roses and drove over to Joanna's place with them buttoned into the front of my jacket. The blooms kept rocking in front of my face and I am sure that I would have pulled had I been spotted by the cops. 

I parked the Vespa inside the garden gate and walked up and knocked on the door of the bungalow. After what seemed a very long time I heard the latch being unfastened and the door opened a few inches. I could hear a television rattling away in the background.

"Who is it? What do you want? You're not Jehovah's Witnesses, are you?" a female voice asked. I guessed that this was Joanna's mother.

"Hello, Mrs. Robbins," I ventured, "Is Joanna at home? I'm Jamie Riley from the garden centre."

"Yes, she's here!" the disembodied voice confirmed. The door remained half open and I heard her footsteps retreating down the hall, I peeped inside and saw the back of a tallish, thin woman in a plaid skirt and long grey cardigan disappearing into a door on the left which I guessed was the sitting room. I tentatively stepped into the hall and closed the door behind me. It was pitch black in the hallway and I wasn't really sure what to do; so holding the flowers out in front of me like some sort of protective amulet I crept forward until I reached the door through which she had disappeared. I quietly pushed it open and peered in. Mrs. Robbins was seated in an arm chair with her back to me watching the TV, in a thick fog of cigarette smoke, there was nobody else in the room. I backed out and closed the door and felt my way along the wall until I came to the door I knew to be Joanna's room. I tapped lightly and put my head around the door, Jo was sitting at her desk wearing the same Chinese design dressing gown that I remembered from my last visit, her leg, encased in a pink stocking covered, plaster cast was propped up on a dining chair. She hadn't seen or heard me.

"Hi, Jo," I said softly. She jerked around to face me almost unbalancing as her plaster coated leg failed to move with the rest of her body. 

"Oh, Christ!" she gasped. "Oh, bloody hell Jamie, you frightened me half to death!"

"Sorry," I apologised. "Your mum, let me in.....here, these are for you!" I moved into the room and handed her the roses, then bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. "If you don't want company...I'll go...." I laughed.

"Don't you dare go anywhere, James Riley!" she said sternly, and then broke into a wide smile, "Help me onto the bed and we can sit and talk." I bent down and picked her up in my arms, I think that the plaster cast actually weighed more than she did and sat her down on the bed with her leg stretched out in front of her. I noticed as I carried her across the room that she was wearing nothing beneath the robe. 

"You didn't need to carry me, I just needed helping up," she said cheerfully, "but I'm not complaining it was nice!"

I dragged the chair from her desk over to the side of the bed and sat, like a hospital visitor, holding her hand as we talked. She told me about the accident, she had slipped on a staircase at the University trying to carry too many books in front of her, and thought herself lucky to have escaped with just a double leg fracture. We talked about how we had spent our respective Christmases and I told her about our plans for the garden centre. I had forgotten that she didn't know I had agreed for her and Debbie to come back to work next week and she was overjoyed when I told her. 

"Thank God, Jamie!" she said, "I can't stay here all day, and all night, I do try with Mummy but she just drives me insane!" 

I did not press her on the subject. Debbie had explained to me that Mrs. Robbins had been a school teacher, until about ten years ago when she had a nervous breakdown. After a while her husband left and then divorced her, but Joanna had virtually had to bring herself up and as a teenager had spent more time with Debbie and her parents that with her own mother. Everybody considered it a miracle that she had managed to excel at school and win a good place at university. 

About nine o'clock the television in the next room suddenly went quiet and we heard Joanna's mother go into the kitchen and make herself a drink of something, then she came back into the hall.

"I am going to bed now, Joanna!" she called, "Good night, dear!" Then we heard her go into her room and close the door. I think she had forgotten that I was there.

"She will take her sleeping tablets now, and be sound asleep in ten minutes," Joanna commented. "It's like this every night, she just sits and watches TV, nothing in particular, just whatever is on, then takes her tablets and crashes out until nine the next morning!"

I wanted to comfort her and leaned over and tried to slip my arm around her but it was too far.

"Why don't you just get on the bed with me, you fool?" Joanna said, shuffling over, "It's a bit late to start being shy and discreet after you've already sampled the goods!" We both laughed and I kicked off my shoes and sat on the bed beside her, slipping my arm around her shoulders and pulling her close, softly nuzzling her hair. 

Her dressing gown fell open and I saw that I had been right, she was completely naked beneath, I could see her small pert breasts with their tiny pink nipples, her pale belly and the small triangle of soft, dark curls that pointed the way to her pussy. I couldn't resist any longer and leaned over to fasten my lips gently onto one nipple and sucked it until it became a hot firm button. 

"Hold on now, Casanova!" she said wryly, "You can't just come into the sick room and start raping the invalids, you know!" 

We both laughed quietly, "Maybe I should leave, before Matron comes round?" I retorted. 

"Don't you even think about it!" she said, then put on a sweet, little girl smile and added laughing, "I may be an innocent, helpless, invalid, but getting ravished is the only fun we get around here!" She reached up and kissed me briefly, "Let's stop talking and get back to the ravishing, shall we?" she giggled. 

My hand found her small almost flat breast and my fingers squeezed and tugged the tiny nipple into a hard button and then moved on to the other, repeating the caresses until both nubs were standing erect; then roamed over her belly and down to cover her pussy, the heel of my hand gently rubbing and caressing her Mound of Venus and drawing the tip of my finger lightly up and down her pussy lips without penetrating. 

She moaned quietly and her hands clasped my head and brought it up so that our lips met. The kiss was warm and deep and passionate, our tongues mingling and dancing to the rhythm of our deepening breaths. Joanna was the decade's best snogger. Our mouths clamped together and our tongues pushed and probed and wrestled like two entwined fat serpents. Just kissing Jo could bring on an instant erection and I am convinced that if we had kissed long enough we could both climax without ever touching each other.  

She removed her mouth from mine, "Oh, Jamie!" she breathed, "I want it so much, I really do, but ....... my leg hurts really badly, right up to the hip... I don't think we could.....you know... do it properly...." I turned her face towards me; she looked so sad, and delicate, but at the same time her eyes were full of desire.

"I want you as well!" I murmured, kissing her chin and nibbling at her bottom lip. "But if you...." I never got to finish what I intended to say.

"Why don't you just get undressed and get into this bed," she whispered against my ear, "let's just see where things lead and take it from there, my leg may be broken but the rest of me is working just fine!" 

"OK," I smiled, "but if I start to hurt you, you just say STOP!"

Joanna managed to manoeuvre the quilt and sheet out from under her whilst I stripped off my gear and we slipped beneath the covers, both now naked, except for her plaster cast. Jo was lying on her back, her dark hair a soft wavy cloud against the white pillow and her face turned towards me, her lips slightly open and her eyes were liquid and deep with longing. I was on my side half over her, my erection was thrust hard against her thigh and I felt her hand slip down my flank and push between us the fingers curling around my prick, just holding it gently. 

I found her lips with mine and we sank into another deep, hot kiss, Joanna moaning softly into my mouth until I felt as though I was falling through her mouth into a bottomless pit. Her kisses really were absolutely phenomenal! I trailed my fingers down between her breasts and over her ribs and then down the outside of her leg then drew them back up over the delicate skin of the inside of her thigh, her leg and body quivering as my finger tips got closer to her crotch.

Joanna's hand gripped my erect knob tighter and her other hand came down to grasp mine and pull it against her pussy. I pressed one finger gently into her slit then worked it slowly up and down so that it caressed both lips, finally finding the little button of her clit. Her pussy was hot and wet and I slid my fingers deep into her, probing and rubbing the walls of her vagina and then returning to her clitoris. I positioned the tip of my finger onto that tiny ball of sensation and gently pressed and rubbed it with small rotating motions until I was sure that I could feel it starting to swell and harden. 

Her moaning became deeper and with our mouths still locked together I felt as though she was sucking the life out of me as she drew her breaths from mine, like an ancient succubus, it made me feel light headed and was very, very erotic. We needed to break the kiss before we suffocated each other and parted panting and laughing. 

My hand was still making love to her pussy and I felt her start to tense, the walls of her vagina tightening around my fingers. Then both of her hands were pushing on the back of mine, ramming my fingers deep into her as she pushed her groin up to impale herself onto my hand. I flexed my fingers inside her and moved my thumb upwards using it to rub her clit; and then she reached her climax. She jerked against my hand and her head fell backwards, her eyes were closed and her mouth was open and she let out one long, deep sigh of satisfaction.

Bringing Joanna to climax had a sympathetic re-action; my prick was pulsing against her thigh, with the need to achieve release. She must have sensed my need or felt the throbbing as she rolled over slightly and grasped my erection firmly in her small hand and began to draw her fist gently up and down the length.




The Touch Ch. 09



"Cum for me, Jamie," she whispered, "Please cum for me! I want you to cum too!"

She increased the pressure and speed of her hand movement and I felt my prick start to swell and jerk towards release. I knew it was going to be messy but I could stop myself and I sure as hell didn't want to. I ejaculated furiously at the same moment that Joanna twisted herself towards me, crying out as she wrenched her bad leg, my cum spurting hot and long across her belly and up between her breasts.

"Oh, Fuck!" I panted, "Are you OK? Did I hurt you?"

"Not really," she said and grinned at me, "I just forgot about the leg in the passion of the moment."

I peeled back the covers and looked at her naked body; my jiz was everywhere. "Bloody hell!" I said, "I've soaked you again! I think we must be what they call a 'messy shag'." 

I am convinced that semen is like spilt paint, just a average man's spoonful seems to have the ability to soak an entire room. 

We both laughed. This time it was my turn to creep into the bathroom for damp towels. After I had wiped us both clean, I got back under the covers and we lay together quietly talking and occasionally sharing a kiss or caress. 

I must have fallen asleep. When I awoke the first thing I realised was that Joanna had rolled over and we were 'spooning', my arm was over her body and my hand lay on her breast, I realised that she must be awake too as her hand was holding mine in place. I had a rock hard 'sleeper's erection' which was pressed firmly against the crack of her arse the tip trapped tightly between the tops of her thighs. Joanna must have realised that I was awake, because she gave a little soft chuckle, deep in her throat and then began to wiggle her buttocks so that my prick was being squeezed between them and the glans was making little fucking movements between her thighs. I moaned with pleasure and made my fingers explore her breast tweaking the nipple until it was hard and I had forced a small pleasure sigh from her as well. 

Then she raised her leg a little releasing the end of my tool, allowing me to slide the whole length between her thighs. I felt the sensitive tip of my prick slide gently into her slit from behind, a small distance at first then more, until her small, neat buttocks were pressed firmly against my stomach and my erection was inside her. I started to slowly thrust in and out, hugging her tightly to me and kissing her back and shoulders, her hair tickling my face and getting into my mouth. 

Then suddenly she clamped her thighs together tightly, trapping my prick inside her in a hot, moist quivering vice. I felt the blood pulsing in my trapped organ, the glans felt ready to burst, but she held me ensnared, I could neither push in nor pull out. It was the most sensual experience and then it got better. I felt the tip of her finger slowly rub at the base of my tool where it entered her vagina, then her hand moved further down and very tenderly and gently grasped my jewels. It was too much and I tried desperately to thrust into her and achieve release, but I couldn't move and Joanna just held my erection captive whilst she slowly gyrated her hips in tiny swirling motions. Then with a sharp gasp she was cumming, her swollen vagina increasing the pressure on my prick unbearably. She opened her thighs a fraction, and my flood gates burst, I shot my second load of the night hard inside her, I yelled out as my ejaculation seemed to go on for ever, pulse after pulse, until she had drained me dry. 

"We should have thought of doing it that way earlier," Joanna said quietly, "That was really awesome!"

We lay there together unmoving for some time and then I got up and dressed. I was totally shagged out and my prick felt as if it had been through a mangle but I felt happy and content. I sat on the edge of the bed holding Joanna's hand, "I've really got to go." I said. 

"I know....it's OK." she replied. Then she added seriously, "Jamie, can I ask you something ....something really important?" 

"Yes, of course," I added. I started to feel a bit apprehensive as I anticipated her question. Why do girls always want to turn a good thing, into a relationship, and spoil it?

I was wrong, totally wrong!"

"Jamie," she started hesitantly, "Just because we are shagging, it doesn't mean we have to stop being friends, does it? We are great in the sack together, and I really love being with you...but, we don't have to become an item do we?"

"No, of course not," I smiled, and breathed a sigh of relief, my good mood returning. 

"Good!" she said. "We can just stay the way we are, no commitments. If we feel like hooking up we can, if we feeling like shagging we can." She smiled broadly her pretty face lighting up, "You don't have to fuck me every time you see me, you know ..... but you had better have a bloody good excuse if you don't!" She added, laughing. 

I thought about Jo as I drove home. I really liked her and she was a fantastic shag and she wanted no emotional ties; if we could keep it that way, then that would be cool. I totally understood that getting her degree and a good career was everything, her home life was shit and she needed something substantial that was all her own. I wonder briefly if she was seeing any other men at university, the idea made me feel something.... not jealousy really, perhaps just a bit protective. 

I got home about one-thirty. Mum and Emma were both in bed and so I made myself a mug of chocolate and took it up to my room. I noticed immediately that my bed looked as if somebody had been laying on it. I sniffed the pillow and detected a faint trace of Emma's shampoo. I thought about what Mum had said about teenage girls the night before and put it out of my mind.



The Touch Ch. 10



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

ABOUT THE REVISED CHAPTER The original text for this story was written in the form of handwritten journal style entries started over fifteen years ago. I would often go back and revise chapters after a few days. I have now discovered the later full version of this chapter, which is a little bit longer with a few slight differences, and had been misfiled in amongst the pages for later chapters. This is it, enjoy.

GF

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The next day was Saturday and New Year's Eve. The last couple of years we had all gone to Maggie's house to see the New Year in, but this year because the twins and Emma were that little bit older and into the teenage party scene, everybody was doing their own thing. 

Mum and Maggie had been invited up to London to a party being given by Uncle Arthur who was my grandfather's twin brother, their uncle and my great-uncle. Uncle Arthur was nearly eighty and lived in a large house on the Outer Circle of Regent's Park with his dotty wife Aunt Laura. I suppose you could say that he was the head of the Grainger clan; we were not a really big family, just Arthur, his twin sons Justin and Michael who were both about fifty and bachelors, and then the Grainger girls, Aunt Susan, Mum and Maggie. I really liked him, he reminded me of my Grandfather who had died when I was about eight. Uncle Arthur had been something big in the City and his sons were both stockbrokers. The twin thing ran in the Grainger family although Mum hadn't produced twins and Aunt Susan had never had children.

Uncle Arthur had invited the whole family but, Lauren and Lucinda had already arranged to spend the night with their own friends in London clubbing and then seeing the New Year in at Trafalgar Square with a group of friends from their boarding school; Emma was partying and then sleeping over with a friend from her school days who now lived in Winchester, so Maggie was going to drop her off on the way into London. 

I had arranged to meet Josh and some friends from college and 'do the town' in Salisbury, I was torn between the two, wanting to spend New Year with Mum and Maggie, but had also been neglecting my mates just recently.

I spent the morning working in the garden. We had a half dozen decent Braeburn apple trees at the far end of the garden and Jack had come over last year and showed me how to prune and cut them back to keep them healthy and ensure a good crop of fruit. The weather being mild it was an ideal day to get out with the lime sulphur spray and follow up with some light clipping and pruning. I replaced a couple of the supporting stakes and then cleared up the clippings and spent the rest of the time just raking and cleaning up until Maggie picked Mum and Emma up just before lunchtime. I made myself a good lunch of bacon steaks, eggs and chips and sat on my bed and read a book until it was time to shower and change for going out. I took the bus into Salisbury and met Josh and the guys about seven thirty.

The following morning I woke up with a throbbing head and a mouth as furry as a cat's arse. I went downstairs to make coffee and found Josh sound asleep on the living room floor; I guessed that he had rolled off of the sofa during the night. I couldn't remember inviting him to stay but I couldn't remember most of the previous night either, we had really tied one on, and I think the group of us had visited every pub in the city centre ending up outside the George and Dragon on Castle Street, totally rat-arsed roaring out Auld Lang Syne. 

I was glad that I couldn't remember a lot of what Josh told me about later, but it had been good just to let my hair down and behave like a normal teenage idiot for a night. Josh left after breakfast and I needed some fresh air so I spent the rest of the day in the garden and my potting shed until Maggie dropped Mum and Emma off just before dark. 

I was at work early the next morning as it was the day that the builders were to start on the renovations and rebuilding. It was still dark when I arrived just after seven, but the lights were on in the office and I guessed that Maggie was already in. As I started up the stairs to the office I heard her call out.

"Jamie, is that you?" I thought that she sounded worried or frightened, "Jamie...get up here...quick!" 

I pounded up the stairs and into the office. She wasn't there!

"Jamie, I'm in here! .... HELP ME!" Her voice was getting panicky and came from the stock room across the hallway.

I rushed across and burst through the door not knowing what to expect. Maggie was perched on the top of a step ladder, one foot on the highest rung and her other foot stretched out and on the top of a pile of cardboard boxes. The ladder was starting to shake and move away and the top box of the pile was beginning to collapse under her weight and she was seconds away from falling. 

"What the.....! I exclaimed, and then burst out laughing; she just looked so funny wobbling there.

"It's not bloody funny....help me! She cried, turned her head to look at me and finally overbalanced. I called 'Mark' and was already moving as she came down and caught her neatly in a classic rugby high ball catch, with one arm beneath her knees and the other around her waist, but the momentum forced me backward, I tripped on a box and we tumbled in a pile on the floor. We lay there for a moment in a heap, the breath knocked out of us, Maggie lying across my stomach, and then simultaneously started to laugh. 

Maggie rolled over facing me and started to pummel me on the chest with her fists, "You rotten, sod!" she laughed, gasping, "You did that on purpose! I'm not a bloody rugby ball, you know!" I tried to grab her wrists but I was laughing too much and missed, so I just wrapped my arms around hers and pulled her tight to me and we rolled about the floor struggling and laughing like a pair of kids. It was just mucking about, but I could feel her body against me, every contour and every hollow, her breasts were thrusting against me with every laughing pant that she made. Shit! It was so erotic and so close to the motions of love making that I was getting seriously horny, I didn't have a boner yet but I knew that I would have in a few more seconds, I had Maggie in my arms and I was galloping towards doing something really stupid, but I didn't care!"

"Harrumph!" Somebody in the room was loudly clearing their throat. 

Maggie and I rolled apart and lay on the floor looking up and still laughing like drains. It was Jack. He was trying to keep his face serious but I could tell that he was suppressing a grin.

"When you two silly buggers have finished pissing about," he said, "You might consider coming down to the yard; Boris Keppel's foreman has turned up with a JCB digger and a truck load of scaffolding."

I sprang up and pulled Maggie to her feet. "Thanks, Jack," I managed, "we will both be down in a minute." 

"Oh!" he added, looking at me, "That sister of yours has turned up as well and is cluttering up my tool shed with her bicycle ........ Don't any of you lot ever sleep?" 

He clumped off down the stairs muttering. Jack was terrific, he always turned up for work, put in what ever hours he thought necessary and never asked for overtime unless Maggie or I reminded him. He had taught me everything I knew about plants and had coached me through my Cities and Guilds exams, he was tremendously loyal to Maggie and had been with her from the day she opened the garden centre. Jack loved to act the grumpy old country yokel but it was all an act, he was basically very kind and willing to help anybody who needed it. On top of all that he was just about the best damned nurseryman in the Southern Counties. 

Maggie and I got our coats and went out to the yard, still laughing. By the time the builders were organised and ready to work, it was past eight and getting light, Mikey, the remaining student part timer had arrived and we were ready to open for business. Emma had made everybody teas and coffees and volunteered to look after the shop for a couple of hours and although there was a lot for the staff to do I did not think we would be very busy with customers that day. 

I took the van and drove into Salisbury and spent a couple of hours collecting the photographs I had taken at Craven Lodge, dropping off the copy for an advertisement for staff at the Salisbury Journal office and delivering some potted bamboos and indoor palms to one of the centre city Indian restaurants. Going out to Craven Lodge with Maggie had made me realize that I needed a good, all weather coat, which would be hard wearing but presentable if I was to be meeting with clients in the future so I went to Greenfields Gunmakers, in Milford Street and bought myself a green Barbour jacket and matching waterproof waxed cap. 

By the time I got back to the garden centre, Debbie and Joanna had arrived and Maggie had allocated everybody their work for the day. Joanna was already on the till in the shop and Debbie was working with Emma at one of the temporary stalls setting out a special display of Skimmias which flower in February and are a popular plant at the start of the year. They seemed to be getting along fine; I had been a bit concerned about Emma's re-action after her outburst on the night I had shagged Debbie, I knew that Debbie would be cool about it but Emma could still be a bit unpredictable. 

I was a little amazed how quickly the builders had progressed, the yellow JCB mini-digger had already gouged out trenches to bring power, water and sewage to the new restaurant building and a truck had arrived with piping and conduit and several men were unloading these alongside the excavations. A second team were rapidly cladding the old barn and outhouses with scaffolding and Mikey was carefully setting up the red and white cones, barriers and tapes to ensure that visitors did not drift into the building zone. 

I was surprised to find that there were quite a few cars in the car park and about thirty people wandering about already; so I spent the next hour or so drifting about the centre talking to customers, giving advice and arranging for post sales deliveries then went up to the office to have lunch with Maggie. It had become our habit to have lunch together most days, it was our 'catch-up hour' when we could talk about what was happening with the business that day, make plans for the next day and I could make my reports on anything that I thought Maggie should be aware of, or that I could not deal with alone. 

That week turned out to be really busy. Maggie and I spent most of Tuesday and Wednesday going over the photographs and sketches of the Craven Lodge gardens and putting together some initial estimates for the first work phases. Maggie telephoned Georgia Craven with the starting estimates which were immediately accepted and we agreed to begin work early in February. 

I had not seen very much of Debbie and Joanna during that first week, it was not that we had deliberately avoided each other, but events conspired to keep us apart, I genuinely needed to work late nearly every evening, and both of the girls had comittments to other friends or family in Salisbury before they went back to university. On the outside our relationship had reverted to how we had been during the summer, good friends who worked together. 

Debbie continued to flirt with me outrageously as she always had before, and Joanna and I exchanged the odd secret joke but I do not think that anybody else was aware of our special friends with benefits, threeway affinity. I was really glad about the girls' attitute towards commitment; whilst it would have been fantastic to shag with either or both of them night after night it would probably have led to emotional ties that none of us wanted or were ready for.

By Thursday we had received over fifty job applications for the vacancies at the garden centre, some with quite impressive curricula vitae, the applicants ranged from unemployed farm labourers, shop assistants seeking new pastures and a couple of experienced gardeners and nurserymen. I spent the morning with Maggie sifting through the applications, nine were very promising and we telephoned them to arrange interviews immediately, the rest were sent letters for interview appointments or refusals. 

I really was not looking forward to wasting a day hammering the typewriter to get all the letters out and in the end it was Emma who came to my rescue by voluntering to take on the task, I had not even realised that she had taken a basic typing skills course at school. She had all the letters typed up, ready for signature and posting by Friday afternoon and Maggie and I were very impressed, which naturally brought us to the subject of what we wanted to do about Emma at the end of the month. By then she would have paid off her debt to me and any obligation that she had to carry on working for Maggie would be ended. I knew that the time had come to have a serious talk with her about her future in general. 

Friday evening I decided to take the bull by the horns and after closing up about six o'clock drove straight home. Mum was on middle shift and not back from work yet; since she got her promotion to senior sister she now generally only worked early and middle shifts at the hospital and the occasional night shift to cover absent staff. Emma had got back ahead of me and was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea still wearing her green garden centre sweatshirt. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down with her.

"Thanks for doing that typing for me, today, Emms," I opened, "I really appreciated it, and you made a fantastic job of those letters." It was the truth, she had.

"That's OK," she replied, "I enjoyed doing it."

"Emma, we need to talk," I said seriously, "about what you intend to do with yourself this year." I saw her face fall and take on a moody expression again. "I'm not going to hassle you, but....."

"You are not my father, you know!" she started. Emma could go into one at the drop of a hat and I didn't want this to become a fight before I had got to what I really wanted to say to her.

"I know that," I said as kindly as possible, "But I am your big brother, and I do care about you!"

Her face softened a bit and she gave a big sigh, "Go on then, let's get it over with, I suppose you want me to get a job, or sign up for university...is that it?"

I took the opening that she had inadvertently given me, "You've got a job, Emms," I said, "you will have a job at the garden centre for as long as you want it, full time, full pay." Her face brightened up immediately, "Maggie and I have discussed it and we would like you stay for as long as you want to, the garden centre is a family business and you are family so there will always be a place for you!" 

"Oh, Jay, thank you ... thank you so much!" she exclaimed. She jumped up and ran around behind my chair and put her arms around my neck from behind, "I hated the thought of having to leave at the end of the month!"

"Don't thank me," I said, "Thank your Auntie Maggie, she is the boss, I just do as I'm told, OK!" In fact when I discussed it with Maggie that lunchtime she had left the decision entirely up to me, knowing the problems we had had with Emma in the past. "But..... There are a couple of other things you need to think about."

"Such as what?" she asked warily.

"Well, firstly; I know Mum would like you to still consider going to university in September! If afterwards you want to come back to work at the centre there will still be a place for you," I told her. Emma was really bright and we all wanted her to have the best opportunities for a career, I had ducked out of 'Uni' but she was a lot more intelligent than me with a lot more potential.

"Yes, OK," she replied, "I promise that I will seriously think about it, but I may still say no." 

"Secondly," I continued, "With the business expanding fast and this new landscaping project coming up, Maggie and I are getting seriously hard pressed to cover all the bases ourselves. In particular we need somebody to help Maggie look after the office, deal with the supplier invoices, help keep the accounts, manage customer orders and assist with the payroll, and so on." I looked at Emma's face, the penny had not dropped yet, "We could advertise for an office administrator," I teased, "but we both think that you would be fantastic at the job......if you wanted it...of course?" 

"Oh, bloody hell, Jay! Do I want it? Of course I want it!" She exploded and hugged me even harder until I had to ease her arms from around my throat. I stood up and she put her arms around my waist and laid her head on my shoulder, "I love you, Jay," she said, "You really are the best brother in the world!" She raised her face and started to cover my face and chin with little pecking kisses whilst clinging tightly against me. Her warm breath on my face and the closeness of her body was starting to turn me on and I stepped back and firmly held her at arms length. She looked happier than I had seen her for a long time and it was an effort not to pull her back into my arms. I needed to break that chain of thoughts, right then!

"Well how about making your fabulous brother a cup of coffee, whilst I get dinner ready before Mum gets home?" I laughed, released her, and turned away to the cooker. I glanced back over my shoulder and she was just standing looking at me pensively, then she gave a little laugh and started getting cups down from the cupboard. 

I was really glad that she had accepted the job offer and I knew Mum would be too. Emma was starting to sort herself out, perhaps it was the stabilizing effect of having a job and she was now seeing less of those weird friends of hers and spending more time with her cousins. Lauren and Lucinda may have been a bit flighty and career shop-a-holics, but they lived in the real world and were years ahead of Emma in the growing up stakes, probably the product of a traditional girl's boarding school education. The three of them had always been very tight friends as girls and I was glad that they were close again now. 

Sunday was a free day for me. It was Maggie's turn to do the morning checks at the garden centre, Mum was on middle shift so would be at work from mid-day to early evening and Emma was planning to go out somewhere with the twins, so I had the day to myself. Never-the-less, I was still up and about just after dawn, took tea up to Mum and Emma in bed, and had breakfast ready for them when they got up. 

I had brought the van home from work on Saturday night with some seed trays and pricking out pots that I needed to start growing the spring and summer bedding plants for Mum's garden, and I had borrowed the heavy duty, petrol motor, strimmer to make the first pass of the year over the lawn and the long grass at the end of the garden. I was well along with the grass cutting when Mum brought me a mug of coffee about eleven o'clock and said that she was going to drop Emma off to meet the twins on the way to work at the hospital. By mid-day I had raked up the cuttings and moved them to the compost heap and cleared a heap of accumulated rubbish from my shed, which I sacked up and put into the van. I locked the house and then drove down to the council waste recycling centre and disposed of the sacks.

Driving back I had to pass the end of the road where Josh and his family lived and decided on a whim to see if he wanted to hang out for the afternoon. I parked in the drive and rang the door bell, there was no reply but I could hear somebody at the rear of the house and so walked round and opened the gate to the back garden. I was immediately greeting by the family dog, a small dachshund called Rudi who followed me yapping cheerfully down the garden to where I could see Rebecca Hill, Josh's mother, unloading large boulders from a wheelbarrow. 




The Touch Ch. 10



She looked up, "Hello, Jamie," she called. I went over and gave her a hug. "If you are looking for Josh and Tim," she offered, "They have both gone out with their father for the day, to a fishing tackle exhibition, probably won't be back until nine tonight"

Josh had been one of my closest friends since primary school and over the years we had spent many days at each other's homes, because of that our mothers had become friends and for as long as I could remember I had always called his mother Auntie Rebecca and he called Mum, Auntie Gwen. 

Josh's father, Leslie, was a rather small timid man, who was a senior manager for an insurance company but his great love was fishing and he was a nationally renown champion angler and encouraged both of his sons to pursue the sport, so it was not unusual for all three to be away for the weekend fishing or attending meetings or exhibitions. In fairness, Mr. Hill had often included me in their outings as a boy, but angling never really gelled with me, and it was one of the reasons that I saw less of Josh as we got older; he was as obsessed with fishing as I was with gardening.

I saw that Auntie Rebecca was struggling to move a pile of large rocks and boulders from one side of the garden to the other to create a raised rockery garden. She was not a large woman and the effort was obviously defeating her. I did not see myself as a male chauvinist but the thought did cross my mind that she had a husband and two sons who ought to be doing the hard labour for her.

"Why don't you sit down and let me do some of that for you," I offered, and started to move some of the stones from the barrow and place them carefully on the prepared mound of earth and sand. "There's a knack to doing this so that the rocks don't slip or subside and the plants get decent root space....like this, see?" Auntie Rebecca sat on one of the larger boulders and watched for a while as I rearranged the rocks and sorted through until I found one large boulder which was suitable as a key stone, the central rock around which the structure of the rocky would be built. 

"I read up on how to build a rockery," she smiled, "and I think that I got the base sand and soil layer right, but I didn't realise how heavy those rocks were going to be."

"The footing is fine," I told her, "I'll stay for a while and help you get this lot started, but it will probably take a couple of days to get it finished as you need to let each level settle before adding the next."

I asked her to get a sketch pad from the house and a soft lead pencil. Auntie Rebecca had been an art teacher before becoming a full time housewife and mother and so I sat with her and got her to sketch out her idea of how the rockery needed to look when it was finished and then we searched through the pile of unused rocks and boulders, laid them out on the ground and I put numbers on each piece with the soft pencil and she added those numbers to her sketch. 

"Now you just need to place each of those key rocks in place according to your sketch map," I said, "It is the way that the professionals do it."

We resumed working and moved more of the rocks into place and a nicely formed rockery started to emerge. We must have worked and chatted for a couple of hours when the rain started, but by then the hard work had been done and Auntie Rebecca assured me that she would be able to finish off on her own.

"Get Josh to help you move the heavier stuff," I suggested.

"I don't think that is likely to happen," she smiled, "Josh has a hard job lifting his head off the pillow in the morning." Josh was a nice guy but terminally lazy and although he was my friend I had always thought that the way that he and his father treated Auntie Rebecca like a skivvy just there to see to their needs was disgusting.

She was a really nice, caring person, I had thoroughly enjoyed the couple of hours we had spent working on her garden; she was bright, cheerful and intelligent and was quite happy to accept me as an adult not just the child she had known for years. 

"Have a think about what sort of plants you want to dress the rockery with," I told her, as we gathered up her garden tools and took them into the shed. "once you have decided give me a call at the garden centre and I will bring you the correct type of compost and sort out some nice plants for you to plant in the spring."

"Is Gwen expecting you back for lunch? She asked. 

"No, Mum is working today and Emma is out so I will just get myself a sandwich later," I answered. 

"Oh, no you won't!" Auntie Rebecca said, "Come indoors and I'll make you some rolls and a coffee, payment for work done, eh!" The rain was starting to pour quite heavily now and we ran up to the house and into the kitchen, both kicking off our muddy boots at the door. "You put the kettle on for the drinks and I will make up some rolls, cheese and ham OK?" She asked.

We sat on stools at the kitchen breakfast bar and ate our lunch and chatted about my work, how Josh and Tim were getting on. Josh like me, was at college, but he was studying journalism, I think that he mainly wanted to write about angling as well as doing it. He had been a close mate since we were seven or eight, through both junior and grammar school and we had both ducked out of our A-levels but whilst I had a job to go to and a plan for getting my trade qualifications, Josh had just dropped out and spent several months just sitting around at home before suddenly deciding to go to technical college. He was a lovely guy but could sometimes be a total pin head and seemed to still be stuck in adolescent limbo, not really knowing what he wanted out of life. 

His brother Tim was the exact opposite, hard working, sporty and was expected to get excellent grades when he completed his A-levels, but he was almost as keen on fishing as his father and brother.

"Oh, My God!" Auntie Rebecca exclaimed stretching her arms out, "Do you do this all day long? She laughed, "I've only been gardening for half a day and I feel that every muscle in my body has seized up, I don't think I shall ever be able to move my back and shoulders again!" 

I laughed, "It is nothing to worry about, I still get it all the time..... It's easily fixed!"

I stood up and went around behind her and without thinking started to massage her shoulders, digging my thumbs into the muscles and then stretching them out to warm and relax them, the way that Mum used to do for me sometimes after a hard game of rugby.  

"Oh! That's great, Jamie," she groaned, "You should take up massage for a living, that feels so good!" She stopped talking but I could feel her breathing deeply and from over her shoulder could see her chest rising and falling. 

Suddenly I realised what I was doing.... I could feel that she was getting turned on and I knew that I should stop...now! This was Josh's mother, I had always regarded her as a sort of honorary aunt, she was a nice lady... but I felt my own body starting to respond and I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop, I seriously wanted to shag with this lovely warm woman. 

I had always liked Auntie Rebecca. She was in her early forties I guess but I had always thought her to be quite attractive, her face was nicely featured, her eyes a greenie blue and her tinted auburn hair was worn in a soft side brushed style that I always associated with Princess Diana. She was about 5' 6" tall with a firm mature figure, good shaped breasts and rounded hips and buttocks; her waist had thickened a bit but her legs were well shaped with firmly muscular calves. 

My hands continued to press and massage her shoulders and I carefully used my thumbs to ease down the collar of the thick woollen pullover to reveal the whiteness of her neck below the soft cascade of auburn hair. She was moaning very softly now and leaned back against me, her shoulders pressed against my chest and tilted her head backwards to rest it on my shoulder exposing her bare neck and throat. 

I couldn't resist her and would not have been able to stop myself if I had tried. I pressed my lips softly to the side of her throat and started to kiss tenderly down towards the joint with her shoulder and then back upwards to her ear and began to nibble gently at her earlobe. She was breathing really heavily and her throat was full of soft deep moans and quiet murmurings.

"Oh! That's good .... Oh, yes!" she whispered dreamily, between long, deep breaths.

I knew that if I did not stop now, I never would. I slowly swivelled her around on the bar stool to face me, so that her knees were either side of my thighs, then brought my hands up to cup her face, and tilt it towards me. Her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted and I could feel her warm breath as I brought my mouth down to meet hers. The kiss was gentle and long, her soft mouth pressed against mine eagerly and then opened to allow the tip of my tongue to explore the shape of her lips and seek for her tongue and lightly flick and probe at the opposing tip. 

My hands eased slowly down her throat and over her firm breasts and came to rest encircling her waist and I leaned forward and clasped her body to me pushing my hardening erection against her groin. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me closer to her and her mouth pushed harder and more urgently against mine.

Every movement she made, every shuddering pant, told me that she was fired up and eager and I pushed my prick hard against her crotch so that even through the thickness of my jeans and her jogger bottoms she could be in no doubt as to my state of desire and readiness. My hands slid beneath her jumper and moved up to cup her full, rounded breasts through her thin cotton bra and my thumbs made tiny circles around the firm nubs of her nipples. 

"Oh, Jamie!" she broke the kiss and whispered breathlessly, "Oh, God! What are we doing... we shouldn't be.... " Her mind made a final attempt to overrule the demands that her body was making.

"Do you want to stop?" I asked her, but my hands continued to make love to her breasts and I ground my erection against her pussy in a slow circular movement.

"Oh, no! Oh, no ...... don't stop!" She replied, and pulled my face back against hers planting little kisses across every part of my face, lips, chin and cheeks. I plunged my lips hard into the crook of her neck and kissed that sensitive erogenous zone at the point where the throat joins the breast bone and was rewarded with a deep moan of wanton pleasure and yearning for fulfilment. 

"Bedroom.... Let's go ..... Bedroom!" she stuttered between kisses. 

I lifted her down from the stool. She was surprisingly light. Then, still clinging to each other and without ever breaking our kiss we sidled and crab walked slowly into the front hall leading to the stairs. The kitchen door swung closed behind us and the only light in the hall came through the glass fanlight window above the front door. It was raining hard now and I could see over her shoulder the rivulets of water pouring down the glass semi-circle. 

We stopped, there in the hall, and resumed kissing seriously; our tongues pushing and probing, exploring each others mouths. For a woman who had been married for over twenty years and had two sons, she seemed almost innocent, like a young girl experiencing seduction for the first time. I couldn't wait any longer and eased her jumper up over her head and arms and dropped it onto the floor, then reached behind her to release the plain white cotton bra and reveal those generous, mature breasts. In the dim light they looked like pale cream globes the large pointy aureolas dark against the whiteness of the breasts. My mouth fastened on first one and then the other sucking and licking the nibbles into hard hot points whilst she dragged at my sweat shirt until it joined her pullover on the floor and I could pull her close against me and feel the soft heat of her breasts against my bare chest. 

I think that we tried to shuffle to the stairs but we just couldn't make it that far. I was suddenly on my knees, my mouth was pressed to her firm belly my tongue tip exploring her navel and my hands were tucked into the waistband of her jogger bottoms, pushing them down over her hips and thighs until she could kick them away and she was naked before me except for a pair of plain white cotton briefs. 

There was nothing unattractive about her nakedness; it was the firm, rounded body of a mature woman. Her breasts were perfect, maybe a little heavy with large dark aureolas, the nipples were standing proud where my lips had tugged them into hard little nubs. Her belly was firm and round and was not marred by the couple of almost invisible greyish creases that I guessed were stretch marks and her smooth thighs were rounded and firm as I gently rested my hands on them.

I pushed my lips against the camel toe outline of her pussy lips through the material of her knickers and blew a long, hot breath onto and over her vagina; I could feel a thin layer of softness beneath the fabric a small triangle of pubic fluff. Her hips jerked against my face and she brought her hands down to sink her finger tips into my hair and hold my face against her crotch. I blew again and she let out a deep groan of pleasure or anticipation. I grasped her buttocks and hugged her to me then lowered my hands to the back of her knees and gently pulled her down until we were both laid on the thick rug which carpeted the hall floor. 

I don't remember her tackling my belt and jeans but she must have somehow dragged them off of my legs as suddenly I was naked and she was crawling up my prone body her dangling breasts caressing their way up my thighs, stomach and chest and her lips making a trail of tiny kisses from my belly to my chin. She stopped when we were laid full length her face above mine and my erection sandwiched between our bellies. Her face appeared to be glowing, those green eyes were deep pools of lust and her lips were wet with our combined saliva, but I was surprised by how radiantly happy she looked. 

My hand moved down and I wriggled my hip so that I could slide it between us, we were too tightly pressed together to remove her panties and so I simply pushed them to one side and searched for her clit with the tip of my finger. I was surprised at how hot and wet her slit was, I think I had read somewhere that older women often need lubrication to help during foreplay, but my fingers slid effortlessly into her opening and within a very short time of sliding them in and out her pussy lips and soft thatch of pubic hair were soaked with her sex juices. 

She bent her knees to crouch over me allowing my hand more room; I moved my fingers gently caressing her pussy lips and rolling around her clit which was very tiny even when engorged with desire. Her quiet moans were becoming more intense and frequent and she pushed her pelvis at my hand, humping my fingers, and then climaxed with a single sharp cry and then lay still on top of me, just panting and gently kissing my face and lips. I just could not believe that I had made her orgasm, this quiet mature woman who I had not even considered an object of desire until that day. 

"Oh Jamie... that was so good... it has been so long since I...." her whispered words trailing away. I guessed that she was not used to talking about sex or her personal feelings or needs. "I haven't...well...you know... not for years."

I guessed that perhaps the physical side of her marriage had tapered off or even become non-existent her sexuality was almost innocent, and the rediscovered emotions and desires of her re-awakening was washing over me in an erotic wave.

I didn't want it to end there. I brought my lips close to her ear and whispered, "I want you... I want to be inside you ..... Making love to you!" I just could not bring myself to use the words 'fuck you' to her. Some secret part of my mind still recognised this lovely woman that was lying naked against me as 'Auntie Rebecca' and to use those very basic words to her seemed disrespectful.

"Oh yes, Jamie! Please do it! ..... I do so want you to love me!" she panted huskily in my ear. 

I was already far beyond ready, my whole world at that moment was focused on the need to have my prick deep inside this wonderful woman and to share the mutual pleasure of making love to her. I reached between us and guided my rigid cock to her love gates and gently and unhurriedly inserted the tip between her pussy lips and pushed upwards, despite her aroused wetness she was tight; the muscles of her vagina engorged by her orgasm but I entered her slowly and by small measures until the whole hard length was embedded inside her hot liquid tunnel as far as it could go. She made no sound or movement except an almost silent sudden intake of breath, until I was fully within her vagina and then lowered herself down onto my length forcing me even deeper into her than I had imagined possible, her juices gushing to soak my testicles and pubic hair. 

She let out a single cry, "Aaaah!" I think she may have orgasmed again! Then with a strength I had not suspected rolled both of us over until I was laying full length over her and then locked her legs tight around mine and her arms about my neck. 

"Kiss me, you must kiss me.....!" she gasped hoarsely into my ear and then, as our lips met began to grind beneath me, her thighs pulling me ever more tightly into her. I matched her craving with an equal measure of my own and started to thrust into her, long, slow hard thrusts, until my own need to release reached its peak of urgency. Suddenly we were pumping furiously, our loins pistoning together and I felt that my entire being was focused around my throbbing dick which was a column of pure sensation encased in a hot, moist, rippling, velvet tube. I exploded hard inside her in a fountain of hot semen causing both of us to cry out in pure joyful release and then collapse and lie still, just holding each other and gently kissing.

After a few minutes I felt her shiver beneath me, there was a draft coming from under the front door, and it was starting to get cold lying on the floor. It was now dark outside and I glanced at my watch, it was a bit after five. 

"I think we had better get dressed!" I suggested quietly, and saw her nod her head in reply. We scrambled about the hall collecting our clothes like street urchins grabbing for thrown coins, then sat each with our bundle and started to laugh at the thought of the ridiculous picture we must have made.

"Auntie Rebecca ......." I started, but she cut me off with a soft laugh.

"I do not think you can call me that anymore, do you?" she said. "You can't make love to me and then carry on calling me auntie ..... at least not when we are alone!"

"I suppose not," I chuckled, "what do you want me to call you then?"

She thought for a few seconds as she started to pull on her jogger bottoms. "Becca," She said finally, "Call me Becca, I used to be called that when I was a student, and nobody else calls me that now, it can be special for us."

We got dressed in the dark hall and then went back through to the kitchen. In the light Becca looked a little flushed and her hair was a tousled auburn halo, but her eyes were bright and shining and her lips were moist and very tempting. To me she looked beautiful bathed in the afterglow of our lovemaking. She made us coffees and we sat side by side at the breakfast bar for a while without speaking. Becca was the first to break the silence.

"Oh, Jamie!" she said, a note of concern in her voice, "What have we done? What we did was wrong! I should never have ........"

I silenced her with a finger pressed against her lips. "Do you regret it?" I asked solemnly, then added, "I know that I don't. That I never will!" 

She thought for a moment then, "No, I don't regret it. I still do not understand how it happened, but making love with you was so good, I needed it so much. You've made me feel like a real woman again, I have not felt that way for years, I feel twenty years younger!" 




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I leaned over and kissed her on the lips, "Does that mean that we are still friends, you are not going to ban me from seeing you again, or anything?" I asked gently.

"Of course not," she replied, "I couldn't bear not to see you, not after this afternoon; but, we can not make love again, it would not be right!" 

I nodded my confirmation, but I knew that Becca and I were bound to each other now and that at some time we would need to be together, to bring our bodies together again.



The Touch Ch. 11



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence.  

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Chapter 11: Wet and Dry With Debbie

As I drove to work Monday morning I thought about what was happening. Since that first night in September my entire world seemed to be centred on the seduction of women and the pursuit of sex. I know that it is perfectly normal for teenage lads to be strongly focused on getting their end away, but this was something much more and completely different. 

From the very first, I had been convinced that something had happened that evening with Alice, and whatever it was had somehow, left me abnormally irresistible to women. I hadn't asked for it or even worked at developing it, it was just there and part of me and I could not do anything about it. Sometimes I had to think about it and at other times it just seemed to happen without any special effort, but it generally seemed to be linked to touch; my touch on a girl's bare skin appeared to be all that was needed to open the fast track to her carnal desires, and from that point onwards what developed was out of my hands. Certainly 'The Touch' seemed to have more effect on a woman with whom I already had some level of emotional relationship, but I had also felt a strong connection with Georgia Craven when we had touched hands and I hardly knew her and was sure that she disliked me.

I arrived at the garden centre well before eight o'clock, parked the van and walked over to the office and made a pot of coffee. A few minutes later Maggie came in and we sat drinking coffee and discussing the plans for the day, most of the morning would be taken up with interviewing potential members of staff, I had work to get on with in greenhouses and Maggie had an appointment in London in the afternoon, it was Joanna's day off and so Emma would be looking after the shop.

My desk is facing the window and I looked out and saw Jack talking to a man that I had not seen before. Jack saw me at the window, waved and started to trot over to the office building leaving the stranger standing in the middle of the yard. 

He came into the office, his face wreathed in smiles. "Mornin' all, "he chimed. 

"Who is that?" I asked. It was unusual for Jack to let anybody into the yard until opening time, and this character definitely was not one of the builder's crew. He was dressed in a long brown stockman's coat, a brown leather bush hat and green rubber Wellington boots.

"That, my old son," Jack announced smugly, "Is the man that you two should be busting a gut to put on the payroll!" He paused for dramatic effect, "That, is Colin Llewellyn, and he is here looking for a job."

I had heard much about Colin Llewellyn during the past three years, he had been Jack's apprentice about fifteen years ago before Jack came to work for Maggie, if he was as good as Jack reckoned he was then we would definitely want him on the team.

Maggie glanced at me and I shook my head in answer to her unspoken question. "I don't think that he has sent in an application...?" She started to say. 

"No, I don't reckon he would." Jack interrupted. "Not his way, but he was waiting at the gate when I got in a seven-thirty, and he comes with my recommendation, if you want references, and you would be total idiots not to see him." 

"Is he that good?" Maggie asked.

"Yes, I reckon he is!" Jack responded. "He is a good all round gardener and nurseryman, natural green fingers...I trained him myself. If he had a bit more flair and imagination then he would probably be almost as good as this 'un." He pointed his finger at me. 

"Thanks, Jack." I mumbled, grinning broadly. If Jack really thought that I was that good then that was the greatest compliment that I could have been paid as a gardener; to me that was worth more than all my certificates and qualifications. 

"Right, well you had better wheel him in," Maggie said, "There's coffee up here but if he wants a cup of tea then he can bring one up from the staff room?" I never drank tea and Maggie only occasionally did so we just kept a pot of coffee in our office. 

Colin Llewellyn was about thirty-five, slim built, about 5' 11" tall with longish dark hair, a stubble beard and the weather beaten complexion of a man who lived out of doors. Beneath the stockman's coat, which was worn but good quality, he was dressed in an ancient fisherman's sweater which was full of holes, over a plaid shirt and brown corduroy trousers with leather knee patches. 

He was typical 'Black Welsh' with a broad South Wales Valley's accent and the dry Welsh sense of humour; he was relaxed and full of confidence. Both Maggie and I liked him immediately and we chatted for about half and hour, whilst Maggie made some notes. His experience and knowledge seemed to be everything that Jack had led us to believe. It turned out that he had been working for several years as gardener for a stately home in Hampshire but had recently moved back to Salisbury with his wife, a local girl, and their five children, as grounds man and gardener for the golf club. He now wanted to get back into real gardening, had seen our advert and decided to come in. 

After about thirty minutes he pulled an old fashioned 'turnip' fob watch from his inside pocket, "I need to be getting off to work now," he stated simply in his lyrical Welsh sing song accent, "I have enjoyed our talk, see," he added, "and I think you will do me very well.....if it suits you I will start on the first of next month?" With that he shrugged on his coat and wished us good day, shook hands and left. 

"Well," I said, "Did we interview him, or did he interview us? Maggie and I both laughed.

"The main thing is he appears to have accepted our offer and wants to take the job." Maggie replied. We were still laughing when Emma came in.

"Who was that?" she asked, "He looked like Crocodile Dundee!"

Taking on Colin was a serious bonus for our plans, he was just the man that we needed to get the work started at Craven Lodge, he had the knowledge and experience of working with that kind of country estate and would need very little supervision. 

There were three more interviews scheduled for that morning which I tried to duck out of, but Maggie insisted that I sat in on them.

"It's good management experience," she insisted," besides, you will be working with any new staff as much if not more than me, so your opinions and choices are important." 

The first two applicants were for the sales and cashiers job in the new and larger shop. We needed to cover an extended opening time of up to fourteen hours at peak time during the summer and so were looking for two people to work overlapping shifts. 

The first applicant was one of those who had sent in a good looking application and turned out to be a very smartly dressed, attractive girl of 17 who had been working in a city shop since leaving school. She was a disappointment. She almost pointedly ignored Maggie and bombarded me with strong body language, leaning forward to expose her impressive cleavage, crossing and uncrossing her long legs and constantly tugging at the hem of her mini skirt. After she left Maggie and I both collapsed laughing, and agreed to cross her off the list.

The next interviewee was much better; she was a middle aged woman, called Eileen Potter, who Maggie knew vaguely as she only lived a few hundred yards down the road and brought her children to the annual Guy Fawkes party. Eileen had many years experience working in shops and was currently employed at a local supermarket as a cashier. She seemed to be a cheerful, sensible type of woman, with the right experience and was overjoyed when Maggie and I offered her one of the jobs straight away, and agreed to start the next Monday to replace Joanna. We both agreed that she would fit in well and living so close to the business was an added reliability factor. 

We took a break then called Jack up to the office for the next interview as this one was for a trainee nurseryman who would be under Jack's supervision. The young guy who was applying for the job turned out to be a lad that I recognised from the college canteen although he was doing a different course to me. His name was David Woodman; he was seventeen and doing a botany course part time whilst working as a labourer at one of the competitor garden centres over near Amesbury. He seemed a nice lad and keen to learn the business. 

Jack just sat at the back of the room and listened then after the interview simply said, "He'll do! I'd rather have somebody who knows nothing and is prepared to admit it, but is willing to learn." We called David back into the office and told him then that he could start work on the first Monday of February.

I spent the afternoon with Jack and Debbie in one of the big green houses; it was another mild day and an ideal time to start the pre-spring cleaning and re-furbishing. Jack had already moved the tender plants into one of the other glass houses and so we put all the remaining specimens onto flat barrows and wheeled them outside where they would be perfectly safe for a few hours. The garden centre had three of these big hot houses, each about 140' long, two were only about five years old and had steel and aluminium frames but this one had been erected when Maggie started the business and was wood framed and so needed the most attention and was always the first building that we dealt with each year. We spend the afternoon with hoses and long handled sponges scrubbing the inside of the glass with Jeyes Fluid, a strong horticultural disinfectant, and by the time that the light was going had finished about a third of the building and were all thoroughly soaked despite wearing hooded plastic macs and boots. We wheeled he plants back into the greenhouse and reconnected the electrics and switched on the heating system then walked back to the office block. 

Emma had locked up the shop and office and was standing outside with her push bike waiting to hand me the keys. I let her and Jack out of the main gate and then Debbie and I went back to the staff room to dry off and change. Working at the garden centre it was always sensible to keep a change of clothes and some towels in your locker and so I got a couple of large towels out, threw one to Debbie then stripped off my shirt and started to rub myself dry. My back was to her but there was no point in being modest around Debbie now, there wasn't any part of each other's bodies we had not seen or touched. 

"Jamie..... Will you dry my hair for me?" Debbie called. I turned around and she was standing a couple of feet away, stark naked except for the rolled up towel around her neck, and her thick woollen boot socks. Strangely those socks made her look cute and sexy. "In fact," she added seductively, "Why don't you just dry me all over ..... I need a good rubbing down ..... And it's you I want to be rubbed with!"

I reached out and grabbed the ends of the towel and pulled her towards me so that her fabulous, large tits bounced against my chest. "Which parts of you are wet?" I asked with a grin.

"You'll just have to explore and find out," she chuckled. She reached up and pulled my face down to hers; her lips found mine and our mouths merged into a deep soft kiss our tongues wrestling and lapping at each other. I drew my hands down her back to pull her firmly against my hardening prick, imprisoned in my heavy working trousers. Her hand came down and rubbed up and down that trapped length.

"We need to get this monster out of there," She said, laughing, "It's probably wet and may need drying; we wouldn't want it to shrink, would we?" She started to tug ineffectively at the waistband of my trousers.

"Wait!" I panted, "Let me do it." I flipped the metal button and jerked down the zipper then released her for a moment whilst I kicked off trousers and shorts. We were now both naked except for our socks. I pulled her back against me, her breasts crushed again my chest and my erection trapped between our bodies. For a long time we stood in the middle of the staff room, our mouths fastened together and our hands exploring each others bodies sweeping, caressing and squeezing.

"Oh, fuck, Jamie!" she murmured hoarsely in my ear, "I was beginning to think that we were not going to get a bloody shag before I go back to Cardiff." She reached down between us and grasped my prick firmly and rubbed it back and forth across her stomach, leaving a faint, damp trail of pre-cum; I groaned out loud as the friction heightened the sensation and plunged my face into the hollow of her throat kissing and licking. "For God's sake, put this thing where it belongs!" she moaned, "When a girl needs a fuck, you shouldn't keep her waiting, you know!"

She raised herself up on tip toes and pulled down on my tool until the tip was pushing against the lips of her pussy, they were warm and moist. 

"Hey," I joked, "I think I've just found one of those wet places that needs drying." 

"I think this monstrous beast will just make it even wetter!" she giggled, she was panting fast against my throat, her hot breath adding to my arousal, and then started to lower herself slowly over my rigid length. I thrust upward and felt my prick slide effortlessly into her vaginal cavern, the tip probing for that hot, tight spot at the very furthest point in. She was now up on her toes as high as she could reach, her arms were around my neck and although she was small her weight was starting to overbalance us. I clutched her ample arse and physically lifted her up off the floor, then with my erection still impaling her up to the root I stumbled the two short steps to the old kitchen table where the staff sat for lunch and lowered her until her buttocks rested on the table edge. 

Without having to support her weight my hands were free to roam her body and find those fabulous breasts, my fingers seeking out her nipples and tweaking and rolling them until they were rigid little thimbles of dark pink heat. Debbie was moaning deep in her throat and her thighs were clamped hard around my hips; her heels were beating against the back of my knees. I clasped the back of her thighs and slowly tipped her backwards so that she was lying on the table top.

The movement caused my prick to start to ease slowly out of her pussy. "No! No!" she cried out, "Put it back in.... I want it inside me .... all the way!"

I used my arms to lever myself over her on the table top, and pushed into her again, her legs coming up to lock tight around mine, tugging and pulling me in deeper as we smashed together, both crying out as the pleasure intensified and I felt that my glans was about to explode as it pummelled into the wet heat of her most secret part. 

"Oh, yes! " Debbie screamed loudly, "Oh, God, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, harder!" Then I felt the walls of her pussy contracting and squeezing, "Aaaaaaah! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she yelled thrashing her arms furiously and I heard the tin ashtray clatter off of the table and onto the floor.

Her love tunnel was so hot and wet that I felt as though my prick was being boiled in a tube of molten honey and I could hold back no longer and I exploded, pumping load after load deep inside her and then collapsed on top of her, both of us laughing and hugging each other with the sheer joy of release. 

Our energetic shagging had been too much to the ancient table and with a loud crack one of the legs parted company with the table top and we were pitched onto the floor still wrapped around each other and skidded across the tiles until we were brought up short by the bottom of the kitchen unit. We lay there for a minute howling with laughter; whatever else Debbie was she was always fun to be with and shagging her was always full of surprises. 

"Are you hurt?" I asked. I was OK but suspected I would have a bruise on my hip in the morning. 

"I'm fine," she replied, "But it is bloody cold on this floor" 

"Yeah," I agreed, "We had better get dressed." I scrambled up and helped Debbie to her feet. Her breasts lightly brushed against my stomach and chest as I pulled her up and I couldn't stop myself pulling her in to me and brought my mouth down to hers, gently using my lips to nibble and pluck at first her bottom lip and then the top one, and then used the tip of my tongue to trace around the shape of her mouth. 

Debbie wriggled her soft body against mine and I could feel the warm, moist lips of her pussy rubbing against my prick, which was already starting to swell again. She pushed her groin against mine and it was almost as though her pussy was trying to nibble at my dick, an incredible and sensual sensation. Then we were kissing again for real, sucking and lapping at each others mouths until we were totally breathless and panting for air. 

Debbie had her back to the cupboard unit and I was pressed hard against her, my prick was now fully erect again and the tip was burrowing hard against her navel and I could feel her fingers clawing at my back, hard but not breaking or scratching the skin. Our first impulsive shag had been great but had been over too soon and I needed to cum again. 

"God, Debs," I breathed, "I want you again!" 

"Come on...." She said and grabbed my hand and picking up the towels, drew me out of the staff room into the stairwell, still both naked except for those thick socks. I followed her up the stairs; she looked into the office and shook her head and then we went into the stockroom opposite. The lights were off but there was sufficient glow from the window to see a big pile of discarded bubble wrap in one corner left over from packing up the Christmas decorations. She threw the towels down on top of the pile.

She knelt down on the makeshift bed to smooth the towels and some of the bubble wrap started to pop under the pressure of her knees. "This could lend a whole new meaning to 'Popping the Weasel' she laughed. 

Debbie was kneeling there, her soft round bum up in the air her buttocks wobbling slightly and her pussy peeping from between her legs; I could see her large tits dangling beneath her; even at that angle they were still firm and gorgeous. The sight was tantalising and irresistible, and I dropped to my knees behind her. I eased my erection down until it was pointed straight at her slit and then entered her with a single swift thrust. She gave a small gasp of surprise and then moaned as she pushed back against me forcing me deeper into her. The cheeks of her soft arse were pressed tightly against my belly and I grasped her hips pulling her even harder onto my rigid length and we began to rock backwards and forwards on our knees, both of us moaning quietly with each thrust. Beneath us, the bubble wrap was popping furiously like the sound of distant fireworks. 

"Oh, fuck," she whimpered breathlessly, "this is so good, Jamie .... Just don't stop!"

I had no intention of stopping; we stayed like that just languidly fucking for a long time, my prick felt as if it was encased in a sheath of moist velvet, and pleasure was continuous and lasting and I felt that I could have gone on shagging Debbie like that for ever. Fucking from behind was a completely altered experience, the angle of entry was changed and even the feeling of the inside of her vaginal tube was different and she seemed to be able to exert a firmer pressure against the upward thrust of my erection. 

I leaned forward over her back so that I could kiss her on the shoulder blades and draw my tongue down her spine leaving a warm moist trail and felt her shudder slightly beneath me then reached down beneath her to cup her breasts in my hands, and was surprised at the weight of them when held at that angle, they felt like firm ripe melons. The nipples were hard and engorged and sensitive, causing Debbie to give a tiny gasp with each gentle tweak that I gave them. I ran my finger tips down her belly and found the neatly trimmed 'flight path' of pubic hair leading to her pussy. By reaching round her waist I could just insert the tip of my finger into her pussy lips and located her little butterball. Her clit felt firm and swollen and warm, a little round ball floating in a pool of our combined juices, I gently rubbed it with the tip of my finger and then inserted my thumb so that I could squeeze it. Debbie went off like a rocket, thrusting back to impale herself even harder onto my prick and at the same time rotating her hips pushing her clitoris against my fingers. 




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"Oh! God, yes!" She screamed, "Make me cum .... I want to cum again!"

I rammed into her, harder and faster, and she met each of my thrusts with one of her own, crying out in little yelps each time that my groin crashed against her buttocks I was almost at the point that I would be able to hold back no longer, I knew that I was going to shoot my load at any second, but was trying hard to wait for Debbie. I was jerking frantically, my release was just a few thrusts away, then suddenly her whole body was shuddering and she was screaming and laughing at the same time.

"Oh, Fuck! Oh, Bloody Fuck! Yes! Oh, Yes!" Her arms gave out and she collapsed forward as I finally let go and jettisoned my load into her as her forward movement dragged her off of my erection, the final spurt of jiz spraying over her back. My prick felt wrung out and my balls ached from banging against her buttocks.

Debbie collapsed flat onto the softness of the packing and towels, arms and legs akimbo and I let myself fall gently forward on top of her, my face in her hair and my softening prick nesting neatly between her buttocks. 

She was breathing very heavily and I stroked her hair and whispered in her ear, "Are you OK, Debs?" 

It was several seconds before she replied. "OK? ....... I'm fucking marvellous! That was the most intensive orgasm, ever!" 

"That's what you said last time!" I joked. We both laughed. "Am I crushing you?" I asked her.

"Not really," she chuckled, "But if you don't move soon I shall stop breathing and my tits will be like two fried eggs ...... Oh! And you had better take that prick of yours from between my bum cheeks," she added with a giggle, "We need to save something new for another night, eh!" 

We crept back downstairs to the staff room and surveyed the wreckage. The leg of the table had just worked free of the screws and I knew I could fix it easily in the morning. We got dressed and I stuffed the sex stained towels into my duffle bag to take home and wash. The clock on the wall told me that it was almost eight-thirty.

"Do you want to go for something to eat, Debs?" I asked. I felt shagged out, drained and very hungry. 

"God, Yes!" she answered, "I'm bloody starving!" 

I had not brought the Vespa into work that day, so we took Debbie's Mini and drove out to 'The Funky Chicken' restaurant. It was a American style roadside diner run by a real weirdo, who called himself Dillon and was some sort of left over hippy from the 70's, but he served the best Kentucky chicken, burgers and steaks in the county. We sat in one of the side booths, beneath a large Confederate flag, and laughed and joked whilst eating our chicken and chips. Debbie had stuffed a piece of the bubble wrap into her pocket and kept popping the bubbles which drew a bit of attention from other customers but only we knew what the joke was. I really liked Debbie, she was always fun to be with and we fucked together fantastically, but mostly I was just glad we were real friends. 

Debbie dropped me off at home just after ten. Mum was sitting on the settee watching the news on television, so I quietly went upstairs to the bathroom and stuffed the towels into the bottom of the washing basket beneath my dirty work clothes. If Mum got to the washing before I did, I didn't think she would realise what the stains really were, but I made mental note to put the washing machine on before leaving in the morning.



The Touch Ch. 12



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Chapter 12: Family Business

The rest of the week was pretty routine. Maggie and I interviewed a further eight candidates between Tuesday and Wednesday and recruited three more people onto the team. 

The first was a very pleasant man, Graham Young, who was 22 and had been working as a labourer and gardener for Southampton City Council, Parks and Gardens Department so had a fair amount of experience and knowledge but no formal training. He had just got married and was a buying house in Laverstock and so was looking for a job move to Salisbury. Both Maggie and I thought that he was probably better suited to a growers position than just a labourer and offered him a post on that basis. He seemed really keen and we agreed that he would give a month's notice and start with us at the end of February.

Steve Underwood, was 24 and ex-army, and had applied for one of the jobs as a yardman, a general labourer, he looked strong and tough and seemed cheerful, willing and intelligent and could start the next Monday. The building work was progressing quickly and that meant that we constantly had to work in front and behind the construction work moving and tidying and desperately needed some extra muscle. I had quite a long chat with him as he was leaving and discovered that he had been a driver in the service. I later suggested to Maggie that if he was still with us when the improvements were finished we might wish to consider him for the regular delivery driver's job. 

The last applicant that we took on that week was Josie Dobbs, who was a woman in her mid-forties and had worked all her life in market garden farming. She was large and round with a jovial face and a deep burbling laugh and seemed to know everything there was to know about vegetables and fruit. She was the widow with six children and desperately needed a job that she could fit in around school holidays. We thought that she would be ideal to help run the new farm produce shop when it opened she already knew everything about vegetable gardening and seemed really enthusiastic about the scheme.

We now had three new members of staff starting on Monday which was good as Debbie and Joanna would be leaving on Friday to return to university. 

Despite the mess that we thought the garden centre presented during the building work we were actually very busy that week and Maggie and I were run ragged trying to hold everything down at once. Debbie was absolutely terrific and worked like a Trojan with Jack and Mikey to get the greenhouses scrubbed and disinfected. Joanna manned the shop everyday with very little help and without complaint; whilst Emma alternated between looking after the telephone, helping with customers and clearing out the two upstairs store rooms, which Maggie had decided we should turn into an additional office and a design studio. Maggie and I shared the job of mingling with the customers, giving advice and just filled in wherever we were needed. I was out for at least a couple of hours every day making deliveries of plants, trees, sacks of compost or potash and garden furniture. The mild, dry weather was definitely working in our favour. 

We had a order for a dozen large, and expensive, winter hanging baskets for The Compasses Inn at Lower Chicksgrove which I had promised to deliver on Friday, Jack already had the baskets planted up with ivy, heathers, dwarf conifers and winter pansies and so I decided to load them into the van and take them out to the customer in the afternoon. I had just finished loading the van when Maggie came out of the office and waved to me to wait for her.

"If you are going over to The Compasses," she said, "I'll come with you, then we can drive back via Wilton, one of the dealers there is advertising a nearly new Land Rover for sale that I think we should take a look at!" The little Morris Marina van was now ten years old and starting to burn almost as much oil as petrol and so we had agreed that it was time to have a serious look at the business requirements for new vehicles. The van was to be replaced with a general purpose pick-up truck, the old ex-army 1970's Leyland Terrier, flat bed lorry was still serviceable and would stay, but we wanted to add in a four wheel drive vehicle and a couple of on site vehicles, a mini tractor and a small fork lift truck.

The fifteen or so mile drive out to Lower Chicksgrove gave Maggie and I chance to talk. One of the subjects that she raised was about the financial side of the business. She told me that the expansion of the business was being financed from her own resources without a bank loan, I knew that she had money, but I hadn't realised how much, this was a mega spend. 

When she decided to start the garden centre business after her first husband, Robert, died she had bought the farm which abutted the land on which her house stood, at a bargain price. I had always assumed that the land she had acquired was the plot on which the garden centre compound stood, next to the main road, and the back field which linked the business site and the house. In fact, the old Oakwood Farm had been much larger and Maggie also owned the two massive fields the other side of the back lane, and two more beyond the house, which were rented or leased out to local farmers and provided her with additional income. There had also been a row of near derelict cottages which she had re-furbished as four decent sized houses which had been sold to finance the business expansion. The London commuter belt had expanded out as far a Salisbury and nice properties were at a premium.

I was a bit shocked when she said that she wanted me to come in to the bank with her sometime in the next week so that she could add my name to the company current account.

"Even though the garden centre is a sole trader business at the moment," she explained, "There were always two signatories on the current account who could sign cheques, since Ben left there have only been me, which means that nobody can make any payments if I am not around, so I need you to have that access." 

I could see the business logic behind the decision and was really happy with the idea that Maggie trusted me that much. It also gave me an opening to ask a question that had been troubling me for some time.

"Maggie, you don't have to answer this but...." I opened tentatively, "What is happening with 'Ben the Bastard' these days?" I paused and then added, "The girls told me that he had called the other day and they were worried about you ... I am too! ..... If he...!" 

"There nothing to worry about... really there isn't," she replied, and patted my leg reassuringly. "He called me because my solicitor had sent him the papers about a formal separation and a divorce notification, but he is gone and will definitely NOT be coming back!"

We pulled into the car park of the Compasses Inn, naturally, being out of licensing hours, the pub was closed. I started to unload the van whilst Maggie went and found the landlord. I helped him to carry the baskets around to the back of the pub and chatted to him about the care of the plants. While he was writing out the cheque in payment to us his wife came and asked if we would like coffees, there was no real hurry so Maggie said yes, and took the mugs and sat outside on one of the garden benches. I sat down beside her; she obviously wanted to talk further now that I had got the ball rolling.

"There are a couple of things that I want you to know." Maggie opened up, "Firstly, I have applied to change my name by Deed Poll from Gregory back to De Vere! Now, I haven't told anybody at all about this yet, not even Lucinda and Lauren," she added. "So it needs to stay just between you and me for now, OK!" 

"Yes, of course," I promised, "But I think the girls will be pleased."

"Secondly, and this does effect all of us!" she started, "I have been talking to Uncle Arthur who has suggested that I should change the status of the business to a Limited Liability Company."

I just raised my eyebrows; I wasn't one hundred percent sure how that would change things, so I just kept quiet and listened.

"My splitting up with Ben could really have put the business in jeopardy!" she explained, "He may have been a serial adulterer, but fortunately he wasn't a crook.... If he had have been he could have cleaned us out, before I managed to lock him out of my finances! It made me think that I needed to find a way to protect the business and the people that I care about." 

I pulled a face but kept silent. 

"I have talked it over with my solicitor as well and he is in agreement that it would be the best way forward," She went on. "It would mean forming a board of directors and issuing shares. What we came up with, as an outline proposal, is that I should continue to hold fifty-two percent of the voting shares, the controlling interest. The remaining forty-eight percent of voting shares would be split equally between you and your mother, and there would be a further issue of investment shares spread between Lauren, Lucinda and Emma. The business would be fully owned by the family, and will provide future security for the twins and Emma." 

She leaned up close to me and hooked her arm through mine and hugged it to her then continued, "The voting shareholders, you and me, would be the company directors responsible for managing and running the business on a day to day basis, with Gwen having a casting vote. Uncle Arthur has offered to act as a non share holding Company Secretary responsible for ensuring that the firm remains legal and submits the required government reports annually!" 

I was totally amazed. "Maggie..." I faltered, "I'm not sure that I am ready for ....." 

Maggie interrupted me. "Don't you dare give me any of that bloody crap about only being a teenager, or not being responsible enough!" she growled, "If I didn't think you could handle it I wouldn't have proposed it! Besides, "she added. "If it was not for you, then none of this could be happening.... I can not do it alone; it's only possible because I have you to support me! I'll arrange for you and I to meet with Uncle Arthur he will be able to answer all your questions better than I can, but, for now, this is something else that must remain just between us two, OK!"

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, "It's a lot to take in Maggie!"

She stood up and clipped me over the head with her hand. "Don't say Fuck!" she said in pretend anger, "For the time being I'm still the boss and I'm the only one allowed to say Fuck around here!" We both laughed. "Now take the mugs back and let's go and look at this Land Rover!" she said, then bent over and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

We drove over to Wilton and had a look at the Land Rover; it was a year old, long wheel base, 110 model, and the usual dark green, with a canvas cover. It looked pretty good to me, the motor sounded fine and the service record was all in order. It certainly seemed to be just what we were looking for. 

Maggie stayed talking to the dealer whilst I took the car for a spin around the local side roads, it handled well and when I got back I just nodded to Maggie and the deal was done. Maggie completed the paperwork, handed over the cheque and the dealer agreed to give the vehicle a complete service and deliver it to us on Monday. 

We got back to the office in good time for Maggie to telephone and arrange the insurance on the new Land Rover whilst I went round with the pay packets. Everybody had worked really hard, and as Debbie and Joanna were leaving that night Maggie suggested that we all went to the pub for a drink after work, her treat!

The group of us stayed in the pub for about an hour, the girls sat at a table talking and Mikey, Jack and I played a three handed game of darts. Jack totally thrashed us until Maggie joined in and she and I took on Jack and Mikey for the cost of the next round, cheered on by the girls. Maggie turned out to be quite a good darts player but Jack still wiped the floor with us.

"An' that's why I never pays for a drink!" he laughed.

We left the pub and went back to garden centre; I undid the gate and waited for Jack and Mikey to get their cars and leave. Maggie had said goodnight and was walking up to her house and Emma had fetched her bike and had started for home. I walked over to the car park to say goodbye to Debbie and Joanna. There was no embarrassment between the three of us, we just hugged and kissed and promised to telephone, and they drove off in Debbie's car. I knew that I would see both of them again. 

I made a final check that everywhere was secured and then pushed my moped to the gate and locked up and then rode after Emma.

Monday and Tuesday of the following week were mostly spent getting the new staff kitted out and acclimatised to their work. Eileen settled into the shop without issues with Emma to keep and eye on her, and I spent time with Steve and Josie basically showing them the ropes and assigned them to assist Jack and Mikey with the routine tasks of keeping the place running. 

It was also time for me to return to college, I was in the final year of my Cities and Guilds course which was mostly practical work experience which it was agreed I could do with my own employer, as Maggie was a Royal Horticultural Society Diploma holder and could adjudicate students' work. I still needed to attend course lectures on Wednesdays and by the end of the days class work two of my course colleagues had approached me about part time work at the garden centre and so we gained two knowledgeable temporary hands to replace the students who had left at Christmas. Maggie had given me carte blanche to recruit any suitable students as they were always keen to learn and as part timers could make up the numbers when we started to open longer hours in the spring, and there was always the prospect that at the end of their studies we could gain a qualified permanent member of staff. 

The first was Neville, a 17 year old who was in his first year of the horticulture course and was the son of a regular customer, a very keen local amateur gardener, so had a fair amount of practical knowledge. He was considered a bit of a nerd, but I liked him and thought he would fit in well.

The second was Katherine, who liked to be known as Kitty. She was 22 and was in the same course group as me, and was heading out to work in Australia in September but needed a part time and holiday job until then, she was already doing her two days work experience, unpaid, on a local farm and I said that I would speak to Maggie about her transferring her WE element to us. Kitty was an attractive blonde with an athletic figure who was seriously into sports, running and hockey and spent most of her spare time at the gym working out. As far as I knew she did not have a boyfriend and there was some talk amongst the lads that she was gay. I thought that that would be a real waste, if true, but I was determined to try not to get involved with any girl that I worked with in the future, my relationships with Debbie and Joanna had worked out fine but they were both very exceptional girls. 

On Thursday, Maggie and I took the new Land Rover and went into Salisbury to the bank to arrange for my signature to be added to the garden centre bank account and then drove down to Southampton to an industrial clothing company to see about ordering new staff uniforms. We had decided to modernize the look of the staff as well as the buildings when we opened the updated centre at Easter, and had settled on practical dark green working trousers for all staff and red tops, sweatshirts for the winter and either polo shirt or t-shirt for the summer, all with the company logo embroidered or printed on the breast. Looking around the show room I also added some fluorescent safety vests for drivers to wear on deliveries, an idea I had picked up at a recent Health and Safety course that Maggie and I had attended. On a whim Maggie added a dozen red, peaked sailing caps, similar to baseball hats, with the company logo at the front. The initial order would be placed after we returned and got size requirements from all of the existing staff and from then on we would simply re-order new items as required. 

Pleased with the deal Maggie had negotiated for the supply contract we stopped off at the White Star Tavern in Southampton's Oxford Street for an excellent lunch and then drove back breaking the journey at a couple of the local garden centres to have a look at the competition. We got back around four o'clock and found that for some unknown reason the garden centre had been flooded with customers all day and everybody had been really busy. What totally surprised both Maggie and me was seeing Lucinda and Lauren helping in the shop, apparently Emma had persuaded them to come down to lend a hand and they seemed to have enjoyed the experience, everybody, customers and staff seemed happy and satisfied, and my respect for Emma went up another notch. 

Emma had taken three telephone messages, one for Maggie and two for me. The call for Maggie was from the vehicle dealer in Wilton advising that he had found a local farmer who wanted to sell a compact tractor and trailer and would put us in touch if we were interested. 

The first of my messages was from a Mrs. Harvey, who owned a large home for the elderly out off the Old Blandford Road and was looking for a contract gardening company to look after the grounds. Apparently she had been given my name by Georgia Craven which totally surprised me as I did not think that she had been that impressed with me on the couple of occasions that we had met. Emma had marked the message URGENT.

The other call was from Suey, the Chinese girl that I had dated at Christmas, reminding me that I had not called her back. Fortunately I had her number or could contact her at the bank, as Emma had not written it on the note and had put in capitals across the bottom, NOT IMPORTANT! 

I waited until Maggie had left for the day with the twins and Emma was down in the shop before making my calls. I called Suey first, I felt a bit guilty about not calling her back but as she was a close friend of Joanna's I had decided discretion was the better part of valour and deliberately avoided calling her until Jo had returned to university. I managed to catch her at home and we arranged to meet for a drink the next Wednesday evening. 

Mrs. Harvey was a very pleasant sounding lady who briefly explained that her grounds consisted of about an acre of gardens and lawns which were well kept but needed regular maintenance. Her existing gardener had just decided to retired due to ill health. I told her that I would come out to have a look at the job and give her an estimate of cost on Tuesday next. As an after thought I put a note in Maggie's diary to discuss the job on Monday.

Friday was a special day for the twins. Both had been receiving driving lessons whilst away at school and Maggie had been taking them out in the VW Polo to practice, but on Friday morning they were both booked in to take their driving tests. Maggie took the morning off to take them into Salisbury to meet their driving school instructor and was going to pick them up from the test centre later. I knew that at least one had passed when Maggie's Range Rover pulled into the yard just after lunch with Lucinda driving. As it happened both girls had passed first time and were absolutely full of their selves and ran about giving every one hugs and kisses. Lauren made a special point of catching me behind one of the outside stalls and giving me a long mouth to mouth kiss after showing me her pass certificate. Lucinda was less discreet and waving her paper just launched herself at me in the middle of the yard leaping into my arms and wrapping her long legs around my waist and planting a wet kiss on my mouth. Everybody, including the customers, saw her exhibition but I think it was just put down to enthusiastic celebration and everyone was laughing. 




The Touch Ch. 12



Nobody heard Luci whisper in my ear, "You can give me a driving lesson of a different sort later!" She swiftly rubbed her crotch against my waist then lowered her legs and then ran off laughing. My cousins were both developing into very skilful prick teasers. 

Maggie came up and threaded her arm through mine as we strolled back to the office, "I'm really proud of the girls!" she enthused, "passing their driving test first time is a real achievement, for a couple of air headed bimbos! We both laughed. Lauren and Lucinda could certainly give the appearance of being irresponsible but they were both very intelligent girls, like their mother, and had both achieved top passes at school and were heading out to university in the autumn. 

"Now, you have a problem," I said, "Luci and Lulu and both going to want cars of their own, you know!"

"You are months behind," Maggie laughed, "We have been there, and done that! I have told them that they can have a small car each when they come back from France and start at university, not before. I am not having them terrorising the continent for six months and costing me God knows how much on my motor insurance...they will just have to make do with the Polo between them until September."

As we got to the office block door, Lauren caught up with us. "If you are going to stay here, Mummy," she said, "Can I drive the Range Rover back to the house and then go out in the Polo with Lucinda?" 

"Yes, go on then," Maggie agreed, "but be careful and don't squabble over who gets to drive... just agree about it before you go, OK!" 

"OK!" Lauren answered, and then turned to me, "Can we take Emma with us, I want to show her a new boutique we have found in Marlborough?" 

"No! Absolutely not!" I stated firmly without even looking at Maggie, "Emma is far to busy today, I really do need her here! In fact, "I added grinning, "If you two fancy putting in some more work this afternoon...?" 

Lauren was already backing off before I finished, "You are a hard man, Rambo Riley!" she chuckled saucily, "At least I hope you are!" Then turned and walked back to where Lucinda was talking to Emma in the yard.

"What was that all about? Er, Rambo?" Maggie asked smiling.

"Oh, nothing, just a joke that was made at Christmas," I replied. She didn't pursue it so I did not offer any further explanation. 

Back in the office Maggie suddenly asked me, "What time does your mother finish work tonight?"

"She started early shift yesterday so she should be in about six," I answered. 

"Good!" She said, "I was going to take the girls out for a celebration dinner tonight at the Cathedral Hotel, let's make it a family occasion and all go. You, me, Lauren and Lucinda, Emma and Gwen, you can 'phone her when we get back and tell her I'll pick you all up about eight, alright?"

Maggie picked us up from home in the Range Rover as promised. Mum sat in the front and I climbed into the back with the three girls, sandwiched between Lauren and Lucinda. I got the feeling that I had been set up by the twins as we three were crammed together like sardines in a can, but Emma, sitting on the end seemed to have plenty of room. By the time we got to the restaurant I was as horny as hell! Lucinda had casually thrown her coat across her lap, also covering mine and the twins spent the whole journey each with a hand beneath the coat running their fingers up and down the inside of my thighs. I was terrified that one of them would grab my erect prick, I was sure that I would have exploded in my jeans immediately. Lauren kept up a running conversation with Emma for the entire trip, so I think she was distracted and had no idea what was happening in the next seat along.

The waiter seated us at a stall table for six and I made a point of making sure that the three girls were seated one side of the table and I sat on the other side next to Mum and facing Emma. The Cathedral Hotel had been refurbished and was just beginning to make a name for itself as a fashionable restaurant and weekend night spot, the food and wine were good and we all had a very pleasant family evening and just enjoyed being in each others company. 

It was only just after ten when we finished our coffees and nobody really wanted to go home. There was a disc jockey pumping out a broad spectrum of popular music in the bar which sounded lively and fun and so we went through and found a table in one corner. 

The clientele were varied with quite a few young people mixed with older couples and some who were obviously hotel guests. The room and the central dance floor were packed to capacity and I immediately recognised several of the younger patrons as acquaintances including a couple of the young men who had been at Maggie's Christmas drinks party and Kristen Olsen who spotted us and came over to the table. By the time that I fought my way back from the bar with a tray Emma and the twins were on the dance floor with Kristen and a group of other young men and girls. 

I had never been much of a dancer; I felt far too self conscious, throwing myself about the dance floor to the beat numbers and although I had been taught basic dance steps at school had never really felt comfortable with the slower dances either. I was perfectly happy to sit at the table with Mum and Maggie. Talking much was almost impossible over the volume of the music from the disco so we just watched the girls enjoying themselves. 

I leaned over and shouted to Mum and Maggie asking if they wanted another drink, they nodded and as I got up to go to the bar Kristen Olsen came up to me and grabbed my hand.

"Come on! Dance with me!" she said, and dragged me onto the dance floor, manoeuvring us away from where her friends and the girls were grouped. 

Kristen was attractive in a typically Nordic way, very blonde with pale blue eyes and quite tall, about 5' 9", and very slim with a minute waist and a flat arse. Her breasts were nicely rounded and she had fantastically long well shaped legs which were showed off to perfection that night by her very high heeled shoes and very short, white lace, baby doll dress through which her black bra and panties were clearly visible. I could not remember ever hearing that she had dated any guy that I knew, but I had known her for years and often saw her about town with her group of friends. 

She was, at the best of times a bit of a bimbo, full of brainless, giggly, girly nonsense and that night she was also well on the way to being pissed. She was energetically thrashing about to the music and after a short time I gave up trying to follow her and just stayed on the same spot, and let her dance around me until the music slowed to a downbeat number and I suddenly found her draped around my neck swaying slowly and rubbing her body against mine in time to the music. She was very sexy but she was also close to being rat arsed and I found that a big turn off. Besides I was there with Maggie and Mum and dragging her off for a shag somewhere was out of the question. 

"Jamie...." She breathed into my ear, "I was hoping you might call me after Christmas and ask me out on a date..." She was all over me like a rash. I really wasn't sure if I wanted to get involved with her, but she did have a fantastic body and could be quite fun to be with when sober. 

"Er, yes!" I lied lamely. "I did mean to but....You know how it goes ... too much work ...how about if I call you next week and we can fix a time to meet up?"

"Super!" she replied, "Just don't forget now, OK!" 

I was just about to answer when I felt a pair of arms encircle my waist, pulling me back, and then Lauren was pushing Kristen and I apart and wriggling between us, I realised it was Luci who had grabbed me from behind. 

"Alright, you can climb off of him now!" Lauren growled bitchily, "We need him to fetch us some more drinks!" Then she smiled, totally insincerely, at Kristen as each twin hooked an arm through mine and hustled me back towards our table. Just before we came within earshot Lauren hissed in my ear, "Just remember that we've put our seal on you before you start screwing every tart you come across, Jamie Riley!" 

When we got back to the table Mum and Maggie were laughing like mad at my obvious embarrassment, but Emma just jumped up and hissed into my face, "I told you to stay away from that blonde bitch, the whole city knows she's been panting after you since junior school!" and then took off, heading in the direction of the ladies toilets. Her outburst caused even more merriment and teasing at my expense, but we all fell into a fresh wave of laughter when Lucinda pointed across the room at Kristen who had wobbled her way across the dance floor and was now draped against a tall young man who I did not know and I suspect she didn't either. 

I eventually went and bought that round of drinks whilst Mum fetched Emma back from the ladies room, she seemed to have got over whatever had caused her to go off into one. The DJ had changed and so had the music, he was now playing mostly ballads and slow smooching numbers. The twins had wandered off and were dancing with their friends and I felt Mum tugging at my sleeve, she nodded at Emma, "Go on, make things up between you, ask her to dance," she suggested. 

I leaned over and took Emma's hand, "Come on! Show me how to dance, Emms!" I said and drew her towards the dance floor. I think the DJ was playing some old Barbra Streisand ballads and I held Emma close to me with my arms loosely around her waist, her arms around my neck and we just swayed and drifted to the music. She was wearing a long sleeved black silk top with a wide leather belt, over very tight black three quarter leggings and calf length boots. Her dark brown hair hung in a wavy cascade around her shoulders. She had started to put on a little bit of weight but she still felt painfully thin and delicate against me, I could feel her ribs through the thin fabric of her top and small breasts pressing against my chest. She was almost as tall as me and her pelvis and thighs were pressed close against mine. The contact was beginning to arouse me even though she was my sister, and as the number finished I started to break away, but she clung even tighter to me.

"Not yet, Jay, please," she whispered, "Let's just stay here a little bit longer!"

A new record started and we continued to sway gently in the dark Emma pressed closely to me. I was beginning to become concerned, the way that she was clinging and rubbing against me had started an erection and each time I moved my hips backwards she hugged me tighter so that we were clamped together from the knees upwards. She clung on and would not let go into the next record, there was now no way that she could not be aware of my engorged prick crushed against her groin. As the music finished I put my hand on her shoulders and gently but firmly moved her away from me.

"We need to go back now, Emma," I said softly. Then added, "Are you OK?"

Her reply was to put her arms around my waist and pull our loins back together for a few seconds, then said, "Thanks, Jay, that was fantastic, you haven't danced with me since we were kids." She took my hand and we started back to the table. I was glad that it was dark and crowded on the dance floor and that we had drifted to the other side of the room and hoped that my erection would have fully subsided by the time we re-joined the others. 

The DJ played a few more up-tempo records and the twins got up and danced with each other as girls sometimes do. Emma seemed happy now but moved to sit next to me and leaned her head on my shoulder. 

Mum looked over and asked her, "Are you getting tired, darling?" Emma just nodded. 

"We had better be going shortly," said Maggie, "But not until I have had a dance with my favourite nephew." 

The music had changed to another set of slow numbers and we shuffled around the dance floor. I was in heaven, Maggie had her arms around my neck and mine were around her waist and I could feel her gorgeous body full length against mine, I was past caring if she could feel my rigid prick against her belly, but if she did she gave no indication and did not move away. I just buried my face in her hair and hoped that she would not notice the small kisses that I delivered to the top of her head. We danced two complete numbers without speaking and at the end of the second one broke apart. Maggie reached up and gave me a very soft, very quick kiss on the lips and then we went back to our seats. 

Mum was on her own, Emma was dancing with a lad that I knew from school, Alan, somebody, I think. She did not give me a chance to sit down.

"Last dance before we go," she said, and led me back onto the dance floor.

I was really in trouble now, I still had an erection from dancing with Maggie and the DJ was playing sentimental Carpenter's songs. I just bit the bullet and put my arms around her and started moving my feet in time to the music. Mum stepped up close to me and hooked her arms up under mine her hands resting on the back of my shoulders. Her firm breasts were pressed close against my chest and our thighs were brushing against each other as we moved with the melody. She had her face pressed softly against my neck and I could feel her warm breath on my skin and her lips brushing the underside of my jaw with little butterfly kisses, so light, that afterwards I was not even sure that it had happened. 

"I haven't been dancing for years," she whispered in my ear, and then laughed softly, "It's very remiss of you not to have taken me dancing before, I shall expect you to take me out more often in the future!" She pretended to scold me, "Maggie sees more of you than I do..... we are twins after all we should share and share alike!"

I realised at that point that Mum was just a little bit pissed, at least I don't think she would have teased me like that if she wasn't. 

Dancing with Mum was different to dancing with Maggie but just as erotic and left me feeling heady and sexually intoxicated. I slid my hands lightly down her back to rest on her buttocks, she said nothing and made no move to remove them even when I pushed forward gently to press her closer against me. She had given me another erection and I knew that she must now be able to feel it trapped between us, but she did nothing, although I felt her holding her breath for a moment and then the music stopped and the lights started to come up and I almost leaped away from her. 

The problem was that I had ceased to think of Mum and Maggie as my mother and my aunt. The reality was that we had moved on from the normal familial relationships and had drifted into being very close friends, Maggie and I worked together every day and I shared confidences and family responsibilities with Mum that had changed our perception of each other immeasurably and the depth of feeling that I had for both of them went beyond family. Additionally no longer I saw either of them as relations but as very alluring women to whom I was seriously attracted in a way that I should not be. 

She looked up at me smiling then took my hand and said, "Come on, it's time to go home."

We joined the others and finished our drinks and then went out to the car. I knew that Maggie had had several glasses of wine, whilst I had mostly been drinking tonic water all evening.

"Let me drive," I said holding out my hand for the keys, "I can drop Mum and Emma off, and then take you and the girls home, then walk back... it's a warm night and I could do with the air!" 

I stopped in our drive to let Mum and Emma out of the car and Maggie came round to sit in the front passenger seat. 

"Hold on a minute!" Emma said and ran into the garage and came back with her bicycle which she put onto the rack at the rear of the Range Rover. "Now you won't have to walk back," she said. 

We got to Maggie's house and I got out of the car and unlocked the front door and de-activated the alarm using my set of keys. The twins both gave me a hug and a very brief and polite kiss and then said good-night and started up the stairs to their rooms. Maggie and I stood in the hall for a few minutes and thanked each other for a nice evening. 

"Jamie, will you do me a favour and put the Range Rover in the garage?" she asked, "I won't be using it tomorrow, we are going up to London by train and if I have to leave a car at the station all day, I would sooner use the Polo."

"Of course, no problem," I replied. I had my own set of keys so did not need hers. 

"Good night, Jamie ... and thank you again for a lovely evening, I have not danced with anybody for ages, it was super, we need to do it again," she said. This felt like déjà vu, first Mum and now Maggie. She reached up and kissed me on the cheek and then let me out of the door and locked it behind me. 

I got into the car and drove it around to the garage, parked, closed the swing down door and got Emma's bike from the rear rack then went to the side door to leave. As I got to the door it opened halfway and somebody slipped through. The garage was dark but I could see that it was one of the twins, but in the dim light could not tell which one. The figure closed the door and stepped up to me, it was Lucinda. She was wearing a knee length, silky kimono robe and a pair of soft ballet style pumps. 

"Shhhhhh!" she hissed, "I can't stay long, Mummy has gone to bed, but Lauren is only taking a bath, and might miss me!" 

"What are you doing here, Luci?" I asked. 

For an answer she put her arms around my waist and pulled me to her, loosening the belt of her robe which fell open to reveal that she was wearing nothing but a tiny light blue and white lace lingerie set, the minute triangle of her panties hardly concealing her pussy. Her body was white and almost luminous in the darkness of the garage. I could not have resisted her for a million pounds at that moment in time, I pushed her back against the garage wall and pressed myself hard against her and found her mouth with mine. Lucinda's kisses were different to Lauren's, her mouth was firmer, her tongue less aggressive and she was one of those girls who hold their breath when kissing.

I lowered my face into her throat and started a trail of delicate kisses moving down to the tops of her breasts where they were pushed up above the soft material of her bra as I cupped them in my hands. I could feel the firm small points of her nipples pressing into my palms through the thin lace. I moved one hand to trace a line down over her navel and belly to the edge of those tiny panties, and pushed my fingers beneath the lace to explore the smooth, shaved mound leading to her pussy. 

Luci's hands moved, one to clasp mine and hold it just short of her pussy lips and the other exploring and rubbing gently over my prick which was just beginning to swell and harden, the tips of her fingers tracing up and down the outline through my jeans. Her lips nibbled a path cross my face to my ear. "I want to make this feel good!" she whispered huskily, and squeezed hard on my dick, it grew instantly in her hand. 

Then her hand was pulling the buttons of my trouser fly open and I felt the warmth of her bare hand closing around my erection. I brought both hands up to release my belt and waistband button and between us we pushed my jeans and shorts down below my knees so that my rigid tool swung free between us, her small hand stroking firmly up and down the length. She bent her knees and crouched down in front of me, I felt the soft cloud of her long light brown hair brush over my bare hips and across the end of my prick and then her lips were sliding over the tip of my erection. 

"Oh God, Luci!" I moaned quietly. 

Her hand was still moving up and down my shaft as she traced small circles around the glans with the hot, moist tip of her tongue, and then drew her whole tongue slowly down the underside of my prick, down as far as my sac and then back again, finally flicking the tip into the eye of the snake. The sensation around the end of my cock was so fantastically over the top that my whole dick was throbbing and so engorged that it felt ready to burst. Then it got even better. She lowered her lips and pushed down until half my length was engulfed in the hot moistness of her mouth and then she started to suck, really suck at my prick, I could hear little slurping noises and feel her tongue moving, pressing at the sensitive underside of my cock, and her mouth constricting and releasing around me. It felt as though she was trying to draw my entire life force out of my body through the suction on my tool.




The Touch Ch. 12



I put my hand gently on the top of her head and pressed downwards at the same time trying to thrust further into her mouth, I desperately need to achieve release, but her hand was still clasped firmly around the base of my prick and she held me back. Slowly and gently she began to move her mouth up and down my rock hard shaft, each upward movement bringing her lips to the sensitive ring around the base of the glans which she gently caressed with the tip of her tongue. I was ready to burst and I felt that familiar surge announcing that ejaculation was imminent. I grasped her head firmly and held it still.

"Luci, Stop!" I gasped, "Or ... I'm going to cum...in ... your ... mouth!" 

She moved her head and released my prick from her mouth but her hand continued to grasp the base and she stood up, until her face was level with mine. She kissed me hard and I could taste my own sex on her lips, her eyes were smoky with lust and her voice was deep and husky.

"No!" she said, "Not in there....in here!"

I felt rather than heard something unclip behind her and her other hand appeared by my face holding up the tiny light blue triangle of her string thong. The hand grasping my erection pushed down until the tip was lightly rubbing against her pussy lips without penetrating. 

"I want you to cum inside me!" she moaned hoarsely, "It must be inside me..... Nowhere else ..... It's just got to be inside me!"

I didn't need any further urging, I was so past ready, my balls ached and my glans felt blown up like a balloon, I pushed forward but her pussy lips were tight and I didn't want to hurt her, then suddenly she gave a sharp gasp and was ramming herself down onto me, my full length was deep inside her hot tight tunnel. It only took two long shuddering thrusts and I could hold back no longer and ejaculated deep into her in long hot streams.

Luci gave a long sigh of satisfaction, "Aaaaaaah!" 

We just stood there for a moment, my prick still hard and jammed into her up to the root, our faces nestling in each others throats and our legs quivering with the moment's passion. 

"Oh God, Jimbo!" she murmured against my cheek, "That was fabulous, that was so good!" She moved her head back and looked into my face smiling. "That was the first time I have let a guy cum inside me! It felt fantastic, and .....Oh, My God ..... there was so much of it!" 

"You were great!" I told her, "But .... I didn't get to make it good for you..." 

"It doesn't matter," she giggled, "Any girl can do that for herself, but you gave me what I wanted and I had real fun getting you there! Any way," she added, "you are not off the hook; I haven't finished with you yet!" 

We kissed lightly and then untangled our bodies and I hauled my jeans back up whilst Lucinda re-tied the sash of her gown.

She opened the door slightly and peeped out, then opened it wider and pointed to a lighted upstairs window at the rear of the house. "Lauren is still in the bathroom, see? I had better go in now. She reached up and kissed me again firmly on the lips and as she turned to go, said "Oh, by the way..... If I were you I would avoid Lauren for a couple of days ... she will go fucking bananas when I tell her that I got to you first!" With that she ran silently around the corner of the house towards the kitchen door. 

I got Emma's bike and locked up the garage. I did not want to make a noise on the gravel drive and so I picked up the bike and carried it across the lawn to a hole in the hedge and out onto the back lane. 

When I got home, it was only just before mid-night, I guessed that Lucinda and I had been in the garage no more than fifteen minutes, but what a fantastic fifteen minutes they had been. Obviously the twins had learned more at boarding school than just riding, skiing and tennis. It started me wondering how alike and how different Lucinda and Lauren would be fucking for real. 

Mum and Emma had already gone to bed and so I made myself a coffee, took it up to my room and sat in my old leather club chair thinking. What a totally amazing and erotic experience the whole evening had been, from being touched up in the car by the twins, to dancing with Emma, Mum and Maggie, I had been so horny and fighting to conceal erections all evening. It was no wonder that I was more than ready to blow my nuts for Lucinda. The moments that I remembered best as a laid in bed before going to sleep was the feel of holding Maggie and Mum whilst we were dancing, that had been superb. Perhaps I could get to appreciate the dancing thing after all. 



The Touch Ch. 13



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Chapter 13: Concerts and Gigs

The following week was shaping up to be a busy one for me. Emma had managed to completely clear the old stock room where Debbie and I had enjoyed our spontaneous shag and on Monday, Maggie and I put on old overalls and gave the room a coat of emulsion, painted the woodwork and brought an old carpet down from the house which could be fitted once the paint was dry. This was to be the new general office and would be Emma's domain as soon as the additional office furniture arrived and British Telecom had installed the required telephone and fax extensions. I was pleased that I would soon be getting my own desk back and there would only be Maggie and I in the old office again. 

We were both very impressed with the way that Emma had taken to her new duties but what really caught us by surprise was when she announced that morning that she had signed herself up at college for short course evening classes in book keeping and office management. She had made the decision on her own without being pushed, although I had been thinking about organising some training for her. Maggie and I talked about it over lunch and she was in favour of trying to move Emma's courses so that she could do them on day release. I was not so keen on that idea; the whole college thing had been Emma's initiative and I wanted her to feel that this was something she had done for herself. In the end we compromised, it was the last year she would not have to pay tuition fees but we would underwrite her expenses and would look at giving her a salary rise once she qualified. 

To our surprise BT turned up on time in the afternoon, and replaced the office telephone lines and fitted new extensions in the upstairs rooms and the shop, replacing the old fixed cables with new plug in sockets. All the handsets were changed for up to date push button dialling units and a new, much louder, bell extension was fitted to the outside of the building which could be heard from any part of the site. 

Tuesday I had promised to go out and assess the garden maintenance job that had come in on Thursday. The appointment was not until 2 pm and so I suggested to Emma that she should come with me and we could call into the commercial stationers in Salisbury and pick up some new equipment for the office. 

I wanted to make a good impression with Mrs. Harvey and so had put on a stone washed denim shirt and a new pair of brown corduroy jeans, with brown brogue walking boots and my Barbour waxed jacket. 

"God, Jamie," Emma laughed when she joined me in the yard. "You look like you've just stepped out of the Young Farmer's Club, really cool!" She looked good herself. She was wearing her usual black; skin tight black leggings, beneath an extra short black mini skirt and a thick black polo neck pullover. Her hair was pulled back into a long pony tail that hung temptingly down her back. 

We left about mid-day in the Land Rover and spend about an hour browsing in the office equipment show room. Maggie had already spoken to Emma about requirements and had left the detailed decisions about what to purchase to her. My sister was like a kid in a toy shop and came away wreathed in smiles with a box of small items and a new state of the art Panasonic word processor, with separate printer and a large box of floppy discs. I just got to sign the account and carry the parcels.

Neither of us had eaten that lunchtime so as Tuesday is market day in Salisbury Emma walked over to the market and bought sausage rolls and Cokes, whilst I took the heavier boxes back to the car. It was still very mild and sunny so we sat on a wall by the car park and ate our snacks and talked. Emma seemed really content, she was thrilled with her new job and to my relief seemed to have dropped the gang of no-hopers that she had been hanging out with and was spending more time with a couple of older friends from her school days and the twins. She had stuck rigidly to her promise and this week was due to pay me the final instalment of the debt relating to Mum's telephone bill. 

As we walked over to the Land Rover, I told her about Maggie's suggestion that we paid her study expenses and I added that whilst she was doing evening classes I would either collect her after class myself or arrange for her to get a lift home so that she would not have to cycle in the dark. We got to the car and I handed her the keys.

"I'll navigate and you can drive," I said, and fished a couple of L plates out of my bag and stuck them to the front and rear mudguards. She had been getting on well with her driving lessons and Mum had taken her out in her car for a couple of hours at weekends and some evenings, so I was quite happy for her to have some practice in the Land Rover. She soon got the hang of the heavy vehicle and it was not a great distance to the Old Blandford Road.

The Cedars Retirement Home was a large rambling, Edwardian house, to which had been added a couple of modern ground floor extensions and a large conservatory at the back in which I could see several elderly men and women watching television. The grounds consisted of quite wide expanses of fairly level lawns, criss-crossed with narrow shingle paths and the gardens were surrounded by high laurel hedges, which had obviously not been trimmed for a couple of years. The grounds contained several of the most magnificent cedar trees that I had seen in the county. There were a lot of border flower beds, an extensive rockery maze garden and a wide paved terrace by the house with an absolute multitude of very old and magnificent pots and containers, some of which had been replanted with a few early bulbs and some still had last summers dead foliage hanging over the edges. 

Jane Harvey was a very nice woman in her late fifties, tall and thin, with grey hair and was dressed in a woollen twin set suit of dark grey which looked a bit dated but was of good quality. I introduced Emma as our office manager, and saw her beam with pride, they seemed hit it off immediately and I left them talking on the terrace whilst I took a walk around the grounds, took a few photographs and re-assessed the provisional estimate that Maggie and I had guessed at. There was a lot more work to do than I had expected and the gardens would need regular maintenance if they were to be well kept all year round. The good news was that there was a well equipped tool shed with all the usual hand tools; an almost new ride-on lawn mower and the most enormous hand roller I had ever seen away from a cricket club. More importantly there was a twin outside tap and several long hoses and sprinkler units which appeared in good order. 

Mrs. Harvey asked if we would like teas or coffees and whilst we were waiting took Emma for a tour around the house whilst I stood down in the reception hall and chatted to an attractive girl in a white nurse's outfit who was behind the desk. I discovered very quickly that her name was Janet; she was a trainee carer, eighteen years old and had worked at the home for a year. She lived on the premises and did not have a regular boyfriend. She was petite and blonde with sparking blue eyes a cheeky grin and a slight North Country accent. She looked very tempting in her uniform which hugged her slight figure so that I could see the outline of the bra and panties beneath it. Mrs. Harvey and Emma returned with another, older carer, carrying a tray with cups of tea and coffee and a plate of biscuits.

"If we get the job I will be coming over here quite often.... Perhaps we could go out sometime? I suggested quietly to Janet. 

She smiled saucily, "OK," she replied, "I'll think about it." Then nodded at Emma, "That your girlfriend then?" she asked.

"No, my sister," I informed her. She turned back to some forms she had on the desk as Mrs. Harvey approached. 

We sat and had our drinks and I gave Mrs. Harvey my estimate of costs; for putting the gardens in order over the next couple of months, supplying plants and bulbs and re- planting the flower beds. Then, added to that the contract price for weekly maintenance. I thought that I had over estimated the charges and saw Emma's eyes go wide, and quite expected to have to haggle a bit over the price. She thought for a few seconds and then accepted the deal without any reservations. We got up and shook hands and walked out to the car, I waved to Janet as we passed but she didn't look up. As we got into the Land Rover I glanced over and caught her watching us from a window. She was pretty and cute and I would now probably be calling in to The Cedars every few days, I sensed that she was interested; I just needed to work on her a bit. 

When we got back to the garden centre we found that the office suppliers had not only delivered the items that Emma had ordered a few hours previously, but also the new desk, chairs and other furniture for her office. Maggie got Steve in to help lay the carpet and the two of us managed to drag the two, four drawer steel filing cabinets into their new home before he went back to work helping Jack in the green houses. 

We left Emma to unpack her new toys and set up her Word Processor then went back to our own office. Maggie flopped down at her desk and I sat on the corner and told her about the contract at The Cedars. She was very happy with the deal, contract gardening and design work could keep us going at the slower times of the year and it was good that we were getting new work coming in. Maggie had been out to see another large garden project during the autumn and had submitted her designs but that was not due to start until the early summer. We certainly now had enough outside work to keep Colin Llewellyn busy when he started next month and decided that we would pair him up with one of the students, probably Kitty and that I would fill in or help out where needed. 

I went over and dug into my desk draw and came up with two slips of paper which I held up.

"What are they?" Maggie asked.

"They are tickets to the concert at the Cathedral tonight," I said, "A selection of Handel and Purcell choral works by The Sixteen Choir with Harry Christophers and Lynn Dawson." It was one of their rare live performances and I had bought the expensive, tickets on a whim when they first went on sale before Christmas. 

"Wow!" she exclaimed, "Who are you lavishing those on? Who ever it is tell her that I'm jealous." She laughed.

"Well.... I had thought of asking Madonna," I joked, "but on second thought I would very much prefer it if you would come with me..... if you don't mind being seen out with your nephew, that is?" It had been my intention to ask Maggie from the time I had bought the tickets but had not had the courage to do the deed. I felt warm and knew that I was blushing but Maggie did not seem to notice. 

"Madonna's loss is my gain," she chuckled, "I'd love to come." She took the tickets and looked at them. "Performance starts at eight, why don't I pick you up from home at seven-thirty?" She added then passed the tickets back to me. 

I let everybody go home on time and was locked up sharp at six o'clock and gunned the Vespa to get home in the shortest time possible. I was showered, shaved and changed into my suit and waiting for Maggie well before half past seven. Mum came into the hall and fussed about, flicking at my jacket with the clothes brush and straightening my tie.

"You don't mind that I invited Maggie, do you?" I asked, I knew that Mum wasn't that keen on choral music but Maggie and I were both serious devotees. Mum's musical tastes over lapped with mine and Maggie's as she too adored trad jazz and chamber music and shared Maggie's love of the ballet. 

"Of course I don't mind," she replied, "but you must realise that choosing one twin over the other has its penalties.... I shall expect you to take me out somewhere really nice, I want to be wined and dined and then dance the night away!" 

"OK, it's a deal!" I said. I heard Maggie's Range Rover pull into the drive. 

Suddenly Emma pushed past us and thundered up the stairs, "You never, take ME out anywhere!" she snapped over her shoulder as she banged her bedroom door. Mum and I looked at each other and suppressed a giggle. 

Mum walked out to the car with me. I climbed into the passenger seat and she opened the driver door so that she and Maggie could hug.

"I'm not sure that I like you dating my lovely son," I heard her say, I knew that she was joking but the thought that I was actually going out on a date with Maggie, no matter how innocent Mum and Maggie saw it, gave me a thrill that started as a lump in my throat and ended in my groin. 

Arriving early meant that we were able to get parked in Chorister's Square and only had to walk across the road to the cathedral grounds. There were quite a few people milling about outside the doors, most of the men were wearing suits but several were wearing dinner jackets and all the women were in cocktail or evening dresses. Maggie looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a very plain black satin calf length dress which clung tightly to her figure and had a single wide strap tied with a bow over the right shoulder, leaving the left shoulder completely bare, the outfit finished off with sheer black tights and plain black patent court shoes. The evening was warm, almost like spring, and I carried her embroidered black bolero jacket over my arm. 

The concert was absolutely extraordinary and the 1st Soprano, Lynn Dawson was superb. Refreshments were available during the interval in the new coffee bar in the refectory behind the south transept, and I got us each a glass of hock and managed to discreetly purchase the new Sixteen Choir CD which I slipped into my pocket.

We mingled with the other patrons and exchanged greetings with several people that were known to either Maggie or me, a couple of younger guys that I knew from college, one of my old teachers, Carl Olsen and his wife and Georgia Craven, who was escorted by a good looking grey haired man in a very expensive looking white dinner jacket. She embraced Maggie and introduced her companion as a client from Australia.

"Good evening, Mrs. Craven," I said smiling, when she turned to me.

"It is Ms. Craven," she told me firmly, "It is my maiden name and I have always used it professionally ...." She actually smiled at me, "It will be simpler if you just call me Georgia," she added. I felt that I had broken through some sort of barrier but I wasn't sure what.

A bell chimed quietly somewhere and everybody started to move back to their seats. "I did not like him, much ..... Too conceited!" Maggie leaned close and whispered as we left Georgia and her companion. It had turned chilly and I draped Maggie's jacket protectively over her bare shoulders.

I didn't like him at all! The lustful way he looked at Maggie reminded me that although I was her escort for the evening she was still my aunt, that she was twenty years older than me, and despite my secret fantasies, nothing could ever happen between us. I just hated the thought that she might want to start a relationship with another man now that 'Ben the Bastard' was gone.

I was not a long concert and by the time we had spoken to various acquaintances as we left it was still only just after ten so as neither of us had had much to eat we walked over to the 'New Inn and Old House Restaurant' in New Street, who served a late supper when there was a function at the cathedral. We both ordered the liver and onion hotpot with creamed potatoes, and glasses of the house red wine, sat at a small corner table and talked about the concert, music and anything except work, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement that this was a purely social occasion. When our dishes had been cleared by the waitress, I dipped into my pocket and slipped the CD I had purchased across the table.

"It's a thank you for coming with me present!" I told her. 

She reached for her handbag and passed an identical copy of the CD across to me. "It's a thank you for taking me present!" We both laughed and she produced a pen and opened the cellophane on both discs, and wrote on the paper insert of mine and passed the pen and the other CD to me. Mine read, 'Jamie. Thanks for a super evening. Love Maggie'. I took a deep breath and then quickly inscribed hers with 'To Maggie. My best date, ever. Love from Jamie". 

We skipped coffees and Maggie drove me home. Mum came to the door as she heard the car on the gravel drive and insisted that Maggie come in for coffee. Emma seemed to have gotten over her earlier spat and we all sat and talked for thirty minutes or so about family things until Maggie said that she really needed to go. I walked her out to her car and she gave me a tight hug. My hand rested on her bare back, her body was pressed against mine and my face was lost in the soft cloud of her fragrant hair. It only lasted a few seconds and then she closed the door, started the engine and was gone. 

I said goodnight to Mum and Emma and went up to my room. I put my new disc into the Walkman that Maggie had given me at Christmas and laid on my bed lost in the music and thoughts of how fabulous Maggie had looked, and how soft the bare skin of her back had felt against my palm. I also made a resolution that I would go into town before the summer concert and prom season started and buy myself a decent dinner jacket and accessories. 

Emma had sold a big fifteen foot shed on Saturday and so Wednesday morning Steve and I loaded the flat pack units and some extra timbers and the tools onto the lorry and drove out to the client's home in Balmoral Road to deliver and erect it. It was a big heavy shed, but for once we found that the customer had actually prepared the site and it made the job a lot easier. Steve was turning out to be a good all rounder he knew a bit about, carpentry, building, electrics and all sorts, I liked him and we got on well together as a team. We broke for lunch and walked down to the local pub and had a pint and then went back and sat and ate our sandwiches in the garden. We were finished with the job by about two o'clock and the customer was happy and so I accepted his cheque and we drove back to the garden centre. 

As we crossed the yard one of the customers, browsing the selection of pots and containers, called out, "Hey! Steve is that you?" We turned around and I saw a smartly dressed man about thirty who walked up and started to pump Steve's hand vigorously. By his haircut and carriage I guessed he was a serviceman. Then the woman with him stepped up and gave Steve a hug, she looked over his shoulder straight into my eyes. It was Laurie, the red headed, Scottish woman from the night at the Chinese restaurant before Christmas. She looked startled, frightened and pleading all at the same time.

Then Steve was introducing me, "This is Jocko McLean, he was my sergeant in the army, and this is his wife Laurie." I shook hands with Jocko and nodded to Laurie as though we had never met. 

I found myself having to spend five minutes with them answering questions about the various types of container, until they picked the one that they wanted and Steve picked it and went with Jocko to put it in their car. I walked over to the shop with Laurie so that she could pay. "Thank you for not saying anything!" she said quietly, "We will probably never see each other again, but I am glad that I know your name now!" She didn't try to explain or make excuses for having casual sex with me that night as most women seem to need to do, I was glad that I had seen her again and that she was OK.

It was one of those odd quirks of co-incidence, last month I had been on a date with Suey and had met and shared a brief sexual encounter with Laurie, and that night after seeing Laurie again I had another date with Suey. How strange was that I thought?  




The Touch Ch. 13



It started to rain later that afternoon and so I asked Maggie if I could borrow the Land Rover for the night and then rang Suey and told her that I would pick her up at her flat. She was waiting in the doorway and I drove through town as we had elected to go to a live gig at the Arts Centre. It was still raining furiously and we left the car at the market and dashed around the corner into Bedwin Street. The Salisbury Arts Centre was housed in what had once been the old 13th century, St. Edmunds Church, and the poster outside listed the bands that were playing that night, the only one that I recognised was an indie rock band, 'The Wolfhounds', but there were three other local supporting acts.

Suey looked nice that evening, she was wearing ordinary western clothes this time and looked less exotic but still very sexy. She had on a bright yellow waist shirt, over a tight beige t-shirt and was obviously not wearing a bra as the firm points of her small tits were plainly visible when ever she moved. Her clinging knee length leggings were a kingfisher blue and she was wearing the chunky, lace up Doc Marten style boots with thick soles and very high heels that were all the fashion with the girls that year. As always her face was a work of art her eyes, eyebrows and lips made up for a dramatic exotic effect and her long black, shiny hair was gathered with a yellow silk bow and hung in a loose pony tail almost to her waist.

The venue was absolutely packed but everybody was having fun and the warm up band was quite good. Whilst the main act was setting up we fought our way to the bar where I discovered that we knew several of the same people, Josh was there with some of the lads from college and it turned out that his date was also a friend of Suey's, so we returned to the main hall as a group. 

The billed band, 'The Wolfhounds' was pretty good and had the audience stomping and jumping up and down and the next group was OK, but was followed by a local pseudo-punk band called 'Krankhandle' who were just plain weird....some of the rowdier audience were starting to get restless and so the group of us decided to leave early and made our way across the road to the Royal George Inn and stayed there talking and joking about until the landlord called 'time'. 

It had stopped raining and Suey and I walked back to the car park just holding hands. Suey had turned out to be quite a fun date, she didn't really talk much about anything of importance just small talk, but we had both enjoyed the evening. Although I had only had a couple of beers Suey had consumed a fair quantity of white wine at the pub and was quite light-hearted and giggled and made jokes about how crappy the punk band had been. Just as we reached the Land Rover she suddenly stopped and reached up to give me a firm kiss on the lips. 

"Do you want to come back to my place for a last drink?" she asked. 

"Yeah, that would be great!" I replied and drove back to her flat. At least I was on a promise of getting through the front door this time!" The street was nose to tail with cars and we had to park around the corner and walk back.

Suey's flat was on the upper floor of a converted Victorian terraced house and as we got to the top of the stairs I could see that there was a light on behind the coloured glass panels of her front door.

"My flat mate, Glenda, might be home," Suey informed me. "It doesn't matter, we have our own separate bed-sits." 

The flat was literally a front to back hallway with three doors on the right, the kitchen, a service cupboard and the bathroom, and two on the left, the girl's bed sitting rooms, with a window at the far end of the hall. Suey took me into the kitchen and collected a cold bottle of white wine from the fridge and two glasses from a cabinet, and then led me across the hall to her room. The bed-sit was quite large and was decorated very simply, with three white walls broken only by a few framed Chinese floral paintings and the other wall papered with a really nice pale green Chinese wall paper with traditional blossom and bird designs. The original floor boards had been professionally sanded and varnished and covered with a large pale green, expensive, cut silk rug. 

The furniture in the room consisted of a double bed with the pale blue embroidered duvet and royal blue pillows with little tassels, a plain white wardrobe, a chest of drawers and dressing table with mirror, a comfortable looking two seat couch, a couple of occasional tables and a television. 

Suey, in traditional Chinese style had removed her boots as soon as she entered the room and I followed suit adding my trainers to a line of her shoes just inside the door, I was amazed at the size of the high heels she wore, without them she was barely five feet tall and only came up to my chin. She produced a bottle opener from a drawer in the dressing table and made herself busy opening the bottle and pouring two glasses of wine whilst I took off my jacket and sat down on the settee. 

She brought the glasses over and placed one on the table at each end of the couch then switched on the bedside lamp and killed the main light so that the room was just bathed in a cosy subdued glow then sat down beside me with her legs tucked up under her. I made a half turn towards her and brought my hand round behind her head to rest on the nape of her neck and pulled her face towards me. I had expected her to resist but she responded by sliding her arms around my neck and pushing her lips against mine. 

The kiss started firm and virginal, she kept her lips tightly closed and resisted the probing from my tongue and so I moved on to lightly kissing her face and around her ear and then down on her neck and beneath her chin, my fingers gently caressing and stroking the back of her neck and probing up into the hair line beneath that soft heavy pony tail of black hair. She was starting to relax and I pulled back to look at her face; she had her eyes closed but her lips were parted and the tip of her tongue was running over her upper lip leaving a moist film of saliva. 

"Mmmmm!" she moaned softly, "Oh yes, that is nice!" She moved so that she was now kneeling on the sofa facing me and brought her lips back to mine.

This time her mouth surrendered to mine, our tongues touching and mingling gently and then suddenly her firm hot tongue burst into my mouth pushing and thrashing against mine until she had pulled it as far as it would go into her mouth and started to suck on it. It was the most incredible feeling, my tongue felt as though it had a hard on and I probed with it for her throat until the root began to feel sore and we were both breathless and panting. All of a sudden she had moved from resisting my kiss to aggressively participating and judging by the happy lustful sounds in her throat was starting to become as aroused as I was.

I tugged at the ribbon holding her hair and the dark cloud swirled around her shoulders as she shook her head and then pushed my fingers deep into the soft tresses my finger tips massaging the base of her neck at the edge of the hair line and then combed them through the waist long cascade of jet black silken softness. 

She moved her face to lightly kiss my cheeks and chin and then started to kiss and nibble down my throat her small sharp teeth nipping at the sensitive skin creating a delicate and erotic centre of pain. I serious wanted this tiny lithe exotic girl and slid both hands up beneath her shirt to squeeze her small pointed breasts through the fabric of her t-shirt. She stopped kissing my throat and her hands came up and grasped mine.

"No!" she whispered, firmly, "no hands on my clothes....wait!" She pushed away and stood up and very carefully and slowly peeled off her shirt then folded it and laid it on the dressing table chair. Her hands came down to the bottom of her t-shirt and slowly and sensuously pulled the material up and over her head exposing tiny golden, pert breasts with incredibly large dark brown swollen nipples. She carefully folded the t-shirt and placed in on the chair and then standing in front of me like an exotic dancer raised her arms and ran her fingers through that thick mass of hair so that it billowed and flowed around her like a silken mid-night waterfall. 

I could hardly believe that this was the same quiet and reserved girl that I had collected from her doorstep less than four hours ago. Watching her little performance had me fully aroused and I reached out to grasp her around the waist, but she swayed away from my hands with a soft giggle picked up her glass and began to gently sway and gyrate whilst delicately sipping at her wine. She drained the glass and passed it to me then pushed her hands into the top of her leggings and pushed them down over her thighs, bending her knees so that she could step out of them to stand naked in front of me. She was even more petite naked than I had imagined, her waist was tiny and her hips narrow but her buttocks were firm and round and her legs nicely shaped and well muscled. Her pussy was masked by a soft wisp of jet black fluff shaved into a tiny neat triangle. 

I could wait no longer, my prick was a rod of hot desire, swollen and creating a serious bulge in the front of my jeans, my hands itched to caress her body and my mouth ached to kiss and suck at those small erect breasts. I stood up and grasped her around the waist; it was so narrow that my fingers almost met at the back. Her hands came round and started to slowly undo the buttons of my shirt then suddenly ripped the final three open and pushed it down over my shoulders and back to drop onto the floor. She pulled at my belt until it unfastened and then flicked the waistband stud open and pushed her fingers over the waist band. I was so erect that her long nails scratched lightly on the tip of my prick and I gave a little gasp of shock. With surprising strength she tugged and heaved at my jeans and shorts until they slipped to my ankles and I was able to kick them away. We stood inches away from each other stark naked and I could feel the tip of my erection lightly brushing against her belly. 

Suey reached out and took both of my hands and led me to the bed, then threw back the duvet and pulled me down onto the mattress to lie beside her. I wanted her there and then, I could feel my erection starting to quiver with anticipation but I also wanted to fully appreciate and possess her whole tiny delicate body and so I slid my hand over her waist and up to cup her breast. Although they were small her tits had not completely disappeared because she was laying on her back, but still pointed upwards, tiny cones of honey coloured flesh tipped with large dark brown aureolas which as I watched started to swell and redden as Suey's own lust increased. I brought my lips down and fastened onto that extended nipple and sucked hard and felt it swell and become even firmer against my tongue. 

She made an animal growl deep in her throat, "Aaaaaaah!" 

Her arms encircled my body, her long sharp nails clawing lightly across my back, scratching but not breaking the skin. I moved my face to her right breast and repeated my ministrations sucking and kissing it into a hot twin of the other nipple and as she started to moan quietly I ran my hand down the front of her body in small swirling motions until I felt that small triangle of fur beneath my palm and pressed down on her Mound of Venus with the heel of my hand, whilst probing with the tip of my finger to find and gently rub her clitoris. Suey brought her hand down to clasp my finger and as if using a pen began to draw the tip over and around her clit regulating the speed and pressure herself. She was using my finger to masturbate herself. Her pussy lips were smooth and firm and still quite dry.

"Wait!" she groaned and thrust the fingers of her other hand into her mouth sucking and slurping to moisten them and then pulled my hand away and replaced it with her own, spreading her saliva over her clit and vulva, then brought her fingers up to rub them over my lips letting me taste her pungent sex aroma. She started to moan softly, I could feel her chest rising and falling as her breathing started to become heavier and her pussy was getting hot and wet beneath my hand. I spread my fingers forcing her pussy lips apart and with Suey still clasping my finger moved my hand down to cover and explore her slit. 

I took my lips from her breast and brought my face over to draw my tongue slowly down the inside of her slim arm until it reached where her hand held mine against her pussy. Her pussy lips were smoothly shaved and swollen with arousal; the deep pink inner labia pushing the lips apart and glistening with her vaginal juices. Her pussy smelt sweet and musky and quite intoxicating, I flicked my tongue over the clit and then drew it down over the hot, moist, inner lips and probed between them with the tip. 

Suey gave a long throaty moan of pleasure. "Aaaaaaah! Oh, yes, I want it, now!"

Her hand closed around my swollen and throbbing erection which was hot and quivering against her hip and started to move up and down the length her long nails delicately scraping the extended and sensitive skin. I needed to be inside her and was trembling with readiness and raised myself up over her pushing her knees wide apart with mine, my hands either side of her head. Suey still had hold of my prick and continued to slowly massage up and down the length whilst pulling it down and towards her open pussy. I looked down; she was so tiny, her pussy lips and labia were so engorged and the entrance to her vagina appeared minuscule, I wondered how I was going to get my swollen rigid length into her without causing her pain. 

"Don't wait!" she panted, "I want you inside me, right now!" She spread her legs, wider than I ever thought possible and hooked her heels over the sides of the double bed and raised her hips so that the lips of her pussy were touching the tip of my prick and guided the glans to the minute entrance to her vagina. I pushed forward and felt the tip of my erection part those tight lips and start to penetrate her, the spongy portal closing around the cap so that her vagina seemed to be a perfect airtight fit for the girth of my pulsating cock. I thrust slowly forward and was amazed how her vagina swallowed my length without ever releasing its hot moist grip at the lips. She was unbelievably hot and tight inside and I began to pump back and forth with small slow thrusts the motion causing my glans to swell and throb with the need to release, and then incredibly her vagina began to constrict, squeezing even tighter around my shaft. 

Suey let out a loud groan, "Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaaah!" and then her whole body tensed and shuddered, and the walls of her vagina spasmed around me and her tunnel was suddenly flooded with a gush of hot liquid which washed over my erection and spurted out of her pussy spraying up onto my stomach and soaking both of us. I had heard about female ejaculation but had never experienced it before. Then she exploded into a second orgasm, her hips jerking furiously beneath me and I thrust into her violently, spurting my load in long hot streams as my glans forced its way into the tight, swollen neck of her vagina. I collapsed, drained, on top of her and rolled to one side so that we lay side by side on our backs. 

"Sorry!" Suey whispered, "I should have warned you, I can be wet like that sometimes! I just cannot tell when it is going to happen!" She giggled and then her face went solemn, "Oh, Jamie... You aren't disgusted... are you?"

I laughed and smiled at her, "No of course not. You just took me by surprise, that's all."

She climbed over me, pausing for a moment to lay full length on top of me and placed a long lingering kiss on my lips. She weighed virtually nothing. Then she slid off the bed and refilled the glasses with wine and brought them back. I was still half lying down but she sat upright next to me her back against the bed head, I took a sip of wine and turned my head to lightly kiss the side of her breast. She smiled and slipped her arm around my neck. 

"Jamie," she said quietly. Her voice held a trace of sadness. "This is the only time we can do this. It is not possible for us to be together again after tonight."

It took a moment to sink into my sex numbed brain. "What .... Why?" I spluttered.

"I am going to be married," she explained, "Next week I shall be moving to Bristol to be with Fai, my fiancé, and will be transferring to the bank branch there." She waited for me to reply and when I stayed silent went on, "It was why I called you ..... I have never had sex with anybody except Fai; I wanted to be with another man, just once, before I got married .... I do not know why, but I wanted it to be you."

I really didn't know what to say. I was not emotionally involved, nor was I jealous of this fiancé that I hadn't known of, and although Suey was nice I knew that I really would not be hurt when she left.

I reached up and pulled her face down to mine and kissed her affectionately on the lips, "I am glad that you chose me," I told her. 

Suey smiled broadly and seemed relieved now that she had got her revelation over with. She drained her wine glass and took mine and put them both on the bedside table, then slid down so that she was kneeling next to me and leaned over to kiss my chest. I felt her start to nibble at my chest muscles her teeth nipping, not hard enough to break the skin or hurt but I was reminded of that night at Christmas when Laurie had sunk her teeth into my pectoral muscle, I had been on a date with Suey then too! 

She turned so that she was sideways on to me and began kissing and nibbling her way down my stomach following the line of male hair that led to my pubic bush. Her hands were pushing and massaging a few inches ahead of her lips and suddenly came to a stop as they found my half erect penis. I gasped as I felt her slide down and cradle my balls, squeezing ever so gently, but enough to make my prick twitch and start to harden again. She swung her leg over my body so that she was kneeling astride my stomach and I sat up halfway to encircle her waist with my arms and push my face through the tumble of her hair to kiss her smooth honey coloured back. She had a tattoo of a small bird picked out in brilliant colours on the back of her shoulder. I felt her grasp my prick with both hands and it responded by growing taller and harder in her tiny fists with each stoke that she made from root to tip and back down again. 

She bent forward and the heat of her mouth encompassing my erection made me moan out loud. I tried to thrust upwards but her hands were resting on my thighs and held me back. Her head nodded slowly up and down and her firm tongue competed against my prick licking and probing until my erection was firm and ready again then sat upright and brought her hands back to grasp and rub my shaft. Still straddling my waist she raised her self up and shuffled down over my hips until my prick was pointed directly at her slit and then started to lower her self onto me until she was fully impaled on my erect shaft. I bent my knees and thrust up into her cramming the lowest and thickest part of my cock in to her vagina until her pussy lips were crushed against the root and I could feel her hot wetness in my pubic hair and on my balls. 

Suey arched her back and tossed her head backwards so that she was looking up at the ceiling, her hair fell in a silken cascade over my face and chest, I could see that her eyes were wide and her mouth was open and she was breathing in little rapid gasps. I humped my hips pushing into her without really withdrawing but just producing enough movement and friction to cause both of us to moan with pleasure and reached around to find and caress her breasts pinching the already swollen nipples into hot, hard points. 




The Touch Ch. 13



She squealed and cried out "Ooooooooh! Yes, that is so wonderful, do it again...please!"

I cupped both breasts in the palms of my hands and squeezed them gently but firmly as you would a lemon, it must have bruised her but she just moaned with pleasure and then I felt her thighs begin to tremble and the walls of her vagina seemed to swell against my thrusting intrusion and she was cumming again' a tiny shallow orgasm that lasted no more than five seconds. She collapsed backwards, still kneeling astride me, her back on my chest and her head against my shoulder her knees each side of my hips and her calves and feet tucked back against my ribs.

Her orgasm had brought me close to release and I started to thrust into her again and as she responded we plunged faster and harder, her firm round buttocks hammering against my loins, until we were both calling out urging the other to reach climax. I was first, shooting my second load of the night deep inside her and a few seconds later Suey was cumming as well, her legs thrashing, heels drumming on the mattress and her wet pussy pulsing around me sustaining my erection long enough for her to keep her orgasm going her whole body shuddering, until she finally collapsed limp and spent at my side. 

I put my arm around her and we lay still for a while drinking our wine and not talking, there was not really anything to say. After a time Suey got off the bed and pulled a couple of large bath towels out of a drawer then came over to the bed and look my hand.

"You need to shower before you go home!" she said practically. We were both sticky from her amazing ejaculation and our combined juices. She led me across the hall and into a small bathroom with a corner shower cabinet and turned on the water. We waited until the shower was running hot and then got into the cabinet together and Suey sprayed some shower gel into her hands and started to lather my chest and shoulders, then worked her way down carefully soaping my stomach and finally kneading the soapy foam into my pubic hair and over my dick and scrotum, kneeling in front of me to lather my legs and feet. I took some gel and began gently lathering and washing her shoulders and down to her breasts and as she stood up soaped and lathed her small belly and the tiny patch of silky public hair massaging my wet hand over her pussy and between her legs. Just watching the foaming soap and the hot water running in rivulets over her golden skin was totally erotic. 

The hot shower stung my body and I almost failed to realise that I had a new erection and Suey was spending just a little too much time running her soap slicked hand up and down my rigid length. I bent my head and kissed her lips, hot shower water flowing over our faces and getting into our mouths causing us to cough and then laugh quietly. My prick was pushing against her stomach and the hot fierce pounding of the shower was making it sensitive and I could feel the beginnings of an ejaculation building in my groin. 

I leaned Suey back against the tiled rear wall and hooked her leg into the crook of my elbow raising it up opening her pussy to me and then pushed into her again. There was no waiting this time for either of us. I rammed deep into her, strong and fast, and she met me stroke for stroke each upward plunge lifting her off of her feet so that she had to quickly throw her arms around my neck to stop from falling. It lasted only a few moments before she started to tremble, as my prick found her elusive G spot. Her swollen vagina walls were opening and closing around my prick and her supporting leg began to tremble uncontrollably and then she was cumming, her groin jerking against mine as my dick pulsed to release and she drained every remaining drop of jiz out of me. We slid down the wall and sat in the shower tray the hot water streaming over us, panting and laughing with satisfied lust. 

We dried each other and I got dressed whilst she changed the soiled bed linen and put on a pair of very plain pink cotton pyjamas. Her hair was wet and she had wrapped it in a fluffy white towel. 

I kissed her tenderly and she reached up and cupped my face in her hands. "I don't want to say good bye..... That would make me sad." She said. "Just kiss me once more and then go, please!" I kissed her soft and long and then shrugged on my coat and left. I heard her close the door behind me and did not look back. 

I got back to the Land Rover and sat and chain smoked three cigarettes. It was a pity that I would not be seeing Suey again; we had had a remarkable evening, I felt played out, she had been a fantastic shag, we had both enjoyed each other but now it was over!



The Touch Ch. 14



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Chapter 14 Saturday with Lulu

In the morning it was pouring with rain again and so I put Emma's bicycle into the rear of the Land Rover and drove her into work. She didn't ask where I had been the night before although when I arrived home at around two thirty I saw the curtains of her bedroom window twitching as I pulled into the drive and her bedroom light was visible under the door as I went to my room. 

After Dad left, Mum had tried to treat both of us as responsible adults and had been very insistent that we should all be open and honest with each other but that it was also important that we respected each other's privacy, that if we trusted each other there was no need for questions. It had become a family rule that we never questioned each other about who we saw or what we did and we all tried hard to abide by it, even Emma.

I was going to be a busy week for me. Maggie would be driving the twins over to France the next week and would be staying for several days and there was a lot that I needed to go over with her before she went. On Thursday, Maggie, Emma and I closeted ourselves in the office and worked through the payroll procedures, PAYE Tax Tables, National Insurance deductions and the calculations for the various hourly rates and overtime for the staff. Emma picked it all up instantly and Maggie was a good teacher so by the end of the day I felt confident that we could handle the paydays in her absence.

Saturday was my day off. I had intended coming into work anyway but Maggie had insisted that I take the day out, as I would not really get much time off whilst she was away. Emma and Mum had both gone to work and I was at a bit of a loose end as the weather was over cast and drizzling with rain which made working in the garden a non-runner and so I decided to spend the morning cramming for my Cities and Guilds final exam which was at Easter and only a few weeks away. 

About ten o' clock I heard a car pull into the drive and looked out of the dining room window and saw Maggie's VW Polo parked outside. I went through to the hall and opened the front door and found Lauren standing on the door step. 

"Hi, Lulu," I greeted her, "Are you on your own?" I looked over her shoulder expecting to see Lucinda sitting in the car but there was nobody else. I closed the door behind her and she followed me through to the dining room where I had my books and notes laid out on the table. 

"Yes, I'm alone," she replied, "Mummy is working and I have just dropped Lucinda off at the hairdressers. I've got the car for the day and so I am going to drive down to Barton-on-Sea to visit a girl friend from school before we go to France."

"So.... What are you doing here?"

She stepped up close to me and put her hands on my shoulders, "You are coming with me!" she announced cheerfully. She must have seen the surprise on my face, "Oh, please come, Jimbo! Please! Please! Please!" She pleaded, bobbing up and down, like a little girl asking for a treat, "It will be fun, and besides I have never driven that far on my own before."

Barton-on-Sea is a small coastal resort on the south coast just east of Christchurch and about 50 or so miles drive from Salisbury. Mum and Maggie used to take all of us down to the beaches around there when we were kids but I had not been there for years. 

"OK!" I agreed, "Why not?" 

"Put your wellies in the car. "Lauren added, "You should bring a waterproof coat as well, we may want to walk along the cliffs, we can spend the whole day down there and you can buy me dinner on the way home!" 

Lauren followed me through to the back lobby to collect my boots and waited whilst I rummaged in the back of the coats cupboard and eventually came up with an old yellow oilskin sailing coat that I had been Dad's when he and Mum used to sail and I now used for working out in wet weather. I quickly scribbled a note for Mum just saying that I would not be in for an evening meal, then locked up, stowed my kit in the boot of the car and got into the passenger seat. 

We drove through Salisbury and then picked up the A338 south. I found a cassette of classical excerpts in the glove compartment which met Laurens's approval and switched it on. Lauren turned out to be a steady and careful driver and far more confident than she had led me to believe and in just over an hour and a half despite the Saturday traffic, we were driving along Marine Drive with the village of Barton-on-Sea to our left and the sea visible over the cliffs to our right. 

"Let's take a walk on the cliffs!" Lauren suggested and pulled into a small car park on the cliff top. The rain had stopped, the wind was strong but quite warm and it was turning into a bright and sunny afternoon and so we changed into our boots but left our coats in the car and walked down to the sandy slip road leading to the foreshore. We were both wearing stonewashed jeans; Lauren had on a thick, chunky, marl grey polo neck sweater, and I was in a padded cotton check working shirt over a t-shirt, it really was very mild for January and we were not at all cold. 

Lauren insinuated herself under my arm and put her arm around my waist so that we were strolling with our hips brushing against each other and my hand hanging loosely over her shoulder, more like a couple than cousins. We stopped at the cliff edge and stood watching several small sailing dinghies bobbing on the sea and laughed at the cloud of seagulls that were swarming around a small fishing boat coming into shore. 

"It was very unfair of you, you know!" she suddenly said, digging me fiercely in the ribs with her finger. 

"What was?" I asked tentatively. I was sure that I knew what she was referring to and had been carefully avoiding the subject for the past couple of hours. 

"You know very well!" she growled, "I mean you shagging Luci after you drove us home the other night!" She looked up into my face and pulled her lips into a dramatic pout, "I was the one who put my seal on you first ...... and should have got to fuck you first!" 

"I, Er!" I started. I didn't know what to say, but thinking of that night with Lucinda started a stupid grin spreading across my face. 

Lauren seemed to read my mind. She suddenly grabbed at my crotch groping until her hand found my prick and trapped it against my leg squeezing hard. "Don't you dare think about screwing with her, when you are with me!" she hissed. 

I gasped as she squeezed harder and I could feel myself starting to stiffen under her hand. She was smiling now, "This had better be for me this time," she said, rubbing the tip of my hardening dick with her finger through my jeans, "But, if I even suspect you are thinking about Luci, I will rip this off at the root!" Her blue-grey eyes were sparkling with glee, and she reached up and kissed me once, very lightly on the lips.

"Oh bloody hell, Lulu," I laughed, "you've already frightened my prick half to death, I probably won't be able to fuck for a month anyway!" 

"We shall see about that!" she chuckled, then put her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine in a soft open mouthed, lusty kiss, our tongues pushing and probing at each other like a pair of striking cobras. She ground her loins against me and my tool responded by stiffening against her thigh. 

I glanced over her shoulder and saw, only a few yards away, a group of elderly women walking down the foot path towards us. I broke the kiss and eased her arms from around my neck.

"If we are not careful we are going to frighten the natives!" I grinned. 

We both laughed and she spun around and waved at the group, "Hello ladies!" she called happily, they returned her greeting cheerfully smiling and waving to us, as Lulu grabbed my hand and dragged me at a run back up the slip path towards the car park. "Come on," she said, "Let's get something to eat and then we can try and find my friend's bungalow." 

There was a short row of shops in a crescent a bit further down Marine Drive including a small café which was open and serving hot food. We both tucked in to an all day breakfast, of sausages, eggs, bacon and chips, washed down with an ice cold orange Fanta, then sat on a seat outside and smoked a cigarette before walking back to the car arms around each others waists. 

Lauren drove a bit further down the main road and then turned left onto a narrow side road which seemed to twist and turn and go on forever, then, just as we appeared to be leaving the village she took a right turn into a dirt track lane and pulled up on the verge by a garden gate. 

"This is it!" she chimed and got out of the car and went over to the gate. I followed her and we walked up the garden path with overgrown lawns on either side to a small bungalow. It was obviously just a holiday home, not a permanent residence. 

The place looked deserted to me. "I don't think there is anybody here," I commented, trying to peer through the glass panel in the door, "I think your friend and her family must be out!"

"I am absolutely certain that they are," Lauren announced laughing, "They should be enjoying the sun in Spain right now and for the next month at least!" Then she added, "Wait here a moment!" and ran around the corner of the building. A minute later she was back proudly brandishing a key. "Just where Ellie said it would be," she told me and unlocked the front door and went in.

I followed her into the dimly lit hallway and she reached around me and closed and locked the door. 

"Lulu .... What are you up to?" I asked. 

"I knew Ellie and her parents were going away and so I asked her to leave me a hidden key to this place ..... Lucinda and I have been down here with them for holidays sometimes and I needed a place where you and I could come for a secret afternoon shag! It would be too risky at home with Mummy about and I didn't know if Auntie Gwen would be at your place!"

She put her arms around my waist and pulled me against her, "If you don't want to stay here alone with me...you can go," she purred teasingly, her hand moved back over my prick again, she growled deep in her throat, "But, this stays!" she said squeezing it. 

I clasped her firm buttocks and pulled her hard against me, trapping her palm against my prick. "We will need to think of something to keep it amused then," I chuckled. 

We pulled off our boots and left them in the hall then kissed again and she took my hand and led me towards the back of the bungalow. There were two bedrooms both with twin beds and fitted wardrobes. One was obviously the room used by Ellie's parents, the beds had been stripped but the bedroom unit surfaces had family photographs on them, there was an electric Teasmaid machine and a man's old fashioned dressing gown hanging on the wardrobe door. The other room was decorated with pop star posters and photographs of a pretty looking blonde girl with a pony. The beds were bare but there was a large polythene bag containing pillows on one and a couple of thick sleeping bags folded neatly on the other, with a hand written note laid on top, 'Drinks in the fridge, leave bedding in the wardrobe when you go. Enjoy! Ellie.' The twins must have been planning this for some time and just waiting for an opportunity.

"Push the beds together," she said, pulling the pillows out of their bag. I found that the beds locked together with a hook at each end which meant that they would not push apart if we got energetic and Lauren handed me one of the thick sleeping bags. I unzipped in all round and spread in on the mattresses like a blanket and she opened out the other and threw in over the bottom of the bed. 

"We may get cold later, when we are totally naked!" she giggled and came in close her hands rubbing over my chest and plucking at the buttons on my shirt pulling the front open so that I could shrug out of it. I tugged my t-shirt over my head and then reached out and pulled the bottom of her pullover up so that she could free her arms and push it off. She was wearing a very expensive grey and pink lace low cut bra which displayed her cleavage to perfection. I bent my head to push my lips against the creamy whiteness of her breasts whilst pushing my fingers into the waist band of her jeans, sliding them around to the front and unsnapping the stud. 

She pushed away from me, "Let me do it!" she panted and swiftly and skilfully slid her tight jeans down her legs and over her feet. Her jeans were so tight and I was sure that I could never have got them off that easily. Her panties matched the bra and were grey with delicate pink and white lace around the high cut legs and I could see the soft cleavage of Lauren's pussy through the thin material. She looked amazingly sexy just standing there in her skimpy lingerie. She put her hands on her hips and struck an exaggerated modelling pose.

"Come on then!" she urged, "I'm waiting!"

I unfastened my belt and jeans and pushed them down and away. I was wearing loose silk boxers and my erection made a ridiculous tent at the front. Lauren stared at it then giggled and reached out, grasped the waist band and pulled them out and down so that my prick swung free and erect. I kicked the shorts away and stepped close to her my hands sliding over her hips and up her back to find and release her bra and draw it out from between us. Her breasts felt warm and firm against my chest, the nipples like tiny finger tips pressing against the muscle; my erect tool was sandwiched firmly against her belly and I could feel a tiny droplet of pre-cum painting a trail just above her navel. 

She started to take small deep breaths so that her stomach swelled in and out rubbing against my erection, then put her arms around my neck and looked into my face.

"God, Rambo!" she giggled, "That is some lethal weapon .... If you are going to shoot me with that I had better lay down!" She chuckled deeply in her throat, "My poor little sister reckons that standing up it can fuck a girl's brains out!" 

Her teasing was taking us in a direction that I did not want to really go and so I stooped and lifted her up into my arms and deposited her diagonally across the bed and lowered myself down half over her, my knee on the inside of her thigh and my hand resting on her waist. 

I lay there just looking at her for a moment. Lauren and Lucinda were identical twins and although most people still had trouble telling them apart, I never had that problem, I had always been able to see not only their totally different personalities but also the little physical differences that made them distinct individuals. They were the same height; with almost identical figures and naturally wavy, shoulder length, light brown hair. Each had large blue-grey eyes, although I believe that Lucinda's were just slightly bluer, their cheeks were prominent, and their chins delicate, but for me the main distinguishing factor was the mouth; both had the same gorgeous smile as Maggie and Mum but Lauren's lips were a bit poutier than Luci's which to me gave her a sultry look, where-as Lucinda's smile was wide and mischievous. 

I lowered my head and pressed my lips to hers. Her mouth surrendered instantly, her lips, soft and moist, opened and her tongue pushed into my mouth seeking mine, her hands coming up to cup the back of my head and hold my face to hers. I thrust back and our mouths became a hot wet cavern around the sinuous dance that our tongues performed, twisting and thrusting in a lustful frenzy. This was the first time that Lulu and I had kissed without being interrupted and it went on for what seemed to be forever, until we both broke away, panting and breathless. 

My hand had moved of its own accord to cup her breast and my fingers were rolling and gently squeezing the nipple into a firm bud. I moved my lips down to run my tongue around the standing nub and the swollen aureola moistening it so that my fingers could caress it without friction. I thought that Lauren's tits were possibly a cup size larger than Luci's, but that could have been just the arousal caused by my attention. Moving my head I transferred my attention to the other breast, licking and sucking at the sensitive point until it too stood erect, and Lauren was moaning deep in her throat and pressing her breast against my mouth, I sucked as much of her nipple, aureola and breast into my mouth, as I could without nipping her with my teeth. 

She arched her back and moaned loudly, "Ooooooooh! God, yes! That's amazing, they feel so swollen!" I removed my mouth and she wailed out, "No! No! Don't stop!" Then she dragged my face to the other, engorged nipple so that I could suck and devour that breast as well. 

Still sucking gently at her breast I skimmed my fingers down her ribs and over her small round tummy and rested my hand between her open legs. Her lace panties felt damp and I rubbed lightly against the fabric feeling the shape of her pussy through the material, my finger tracing the indentation of her vulva lips. 

Lauren gave a small sharp cry, "Aaah!" then her hand was plucking at the material of the panties. I released her breast and moved so that between us we were able to slide them down her legs and over her feet. "Oh, Jamie! Touch me!" she moaned urgently, then grasped my hand and brought it back to rest at her exposed crotch. Her shaved pussy was smooth and warm below my hand and I extended a finger to part her lips and inserted the length into her, massaging up and down the lips of her labia and then returning the finger to penetrate her tight vagina drawing out her own juices to moisten her tiny firm clit. Lauren was making little quiet panting noises and humping her pussy against my hand in small shallow thrusts, and I moved one finger to softly rub over and around her butterball until amazingly it began to engorge with blood and start to harden and swell protruding like a miniscule penis from its sheath. 

Lulu was now gasping noisily and her pussy was hot and moist beneath my hand, "Oh God, Jamie," she howled, "My clit feels so big! It's never been that big before...it's going to burst!" She was now pumping against my hand furious and her arousal was having a like effect on me, my prick was a rock hard rod, quivering and pulsing, against her thigh in need of release. 

I moved over her and settled between her legs my erection taking the place of my finger, the underside of my prick rubbing slowly up and down over her clit. 

"I want you, Lulu!" I breathed into her ear, "I want you so much!" 

"Oh yes!" she responded, "Yes, put it in ..... I want you to fuck me! Please, fuck me!" Her hand came down at the same time as mine, both of us grasping my quivering prick and guiding it to her moist, tight entrance. I thrust forward and started to enter her at the same time that she gave a loud shriek and trembled all over, her pussy convulsing around the tip of my dick. 

"Ooooooooh God, Ooooooooh!" she screamed, "I'm cumming, Jimbo, I'm cumming!" 

I pushed the rest of my length hard into her, the pulsating walls of her vagina making her incredibly tight but she was so moist that I slid easily into her up to the root. She was jerking and shuddering, her arms were around my waist pulling me onto her, her hands clawing at my buttocks and her legs were thrashing above me, knees bent and heels beating on the backs of my thighs. The inside of her vagina felt like a roiling nest of tiny snakes clasping and unclasping around my prick.

"I'm cumming, Jimbo!" she shrieked, "I can't stop cumming! .... Help me! ... It won't stop! .... It won't stop!"

I was lost in a world of sensation centred on the length of my erection, her pussy seemed to be massaging it from tip to root, it was totally amazing, and as her orgasm started to subside I began to slowly fuck her for real, drawing back almost to the point of withdrawal and then pushing back in a long hard stroke. Her long legs clamped around mine and she surged forward to meet me as each hammering thrust got faster and harder, every penetration was drawing a loud gasp from her and a deep moan from me. I felt her vagina start to contract again.




The Touch Ch. 14



"Oh, Jamie! She moaned in my ear, "Do it now, cum now, cum with me, please!"

I was way past the need to release and made one final brutal thrust and then we were cumming together, her entire body thrashing and heaving as I spurted furiously into her in a great rope, hot streams of semen filling the innermost reaches of her love tunnel and our combined moisture making her vaginal canal so liquid that I had to grasp her shoulders and push my knees hard into the mattress to stop myself immediately slipping out of her.

We lay like that for some time gasping, moaning and quietly laughing, tenderly kissing each other's faces and throats, our loins still feebly thrusting at each other.

I was the first to speak. "Bloody hell, Lulu!" I murmured, "That was fantastic!"

"Mmmmm!" she sighed dreamily, "The best ..... I just kept cumming and cumming; I thought it would never stop." She wiggled her hips fractionally, not enough to dislodge my softening prick, "And, just for the record ... you are the first man to cum inside me too, just like Luci, and she was right... it was super!" 

We were both soaked in perspiration and I could feel a cold draft from somewhere and I reached down for the other sleeping bag. "No!" she cried thinking that I was getting up, "Don't go ... stay like this for a while longer!" I dragged the quilted bag up the bed and pulled it over us and moved my face back and lightly pressed my lips against hers and we lay there kissing and enjoying the feel of squirming against each other's bodies in tiny soothing movements. Eventually, as though by an unspoken agreement we drifted into a light sleep; Lauren first, her breathing becoming heavy and regular against my ear, I cradled my face into the soft warmth of her hair and closed my eyes as well.

When I awoke the light from the window was starting to dim but it was not yet dark. Neither of us had moved, I was still lying on top of Lauren with my prick still inside her but it had become a hard new erection whilst I slept. Lulu was awake and her lips were lightly brushing my cheek and throat and her hips were making little swirling movements, shagging me gently whilst I slept. 

She realised that I was awake and giggled. "About time too!" she whispered, "I was starting to think that I would have to lay here fucking all by myself for ever!" 

My whole body felt stiff although I guessed I had not been asleep for more than half and hour. I raised myself up onto my elbows so that I could cup her face in my hands and kissed her chin, her cheeks and nose before I pressed my lips to hers and felt the softness of her open mouth swallowing up my soul as our tongues wrestled and probed at each other. She ran her hands down my back pulling at my buttocks until I thrust my full length firmly into her again, making her gasp and jerk her groin as if to ensure that she was fully impaled on my rigid prick and we lay still coupled together, just lightly kissing. 

The pressure of keeping my dick rammed hard into her was causing my hips to tremble slightly and my erection began to twitch inside her. Her mouth fell open and she began to lick her top lip; she was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling and her nipples were rubbing against my chest. I could feel them hardening with the friction and she was making soft agonising moans deep in her throat. The tiny movement that I was making inside her love tunnel was beginning to arouse her again and I could feel the walls of her vagina starting to contract and ripple around my cock squeezing it towards another ejaculation. It was so quick that it caught me by surprise.

"Oh God, Lulu," I stammered, "I want to cum again!"

Her response was to impale herself even harder onto my stiff rod, humping her hips furiously and clawing at the cheeks of my arse and trying to pull me even deeper into her by clamping her legs around my thighs. She was making small whimpering, gasps, then she was giggling furiously and pumping herself onto me so hard that I was afraid I would damage her with the totally rock hard erection she was inducing. 

"Yes! Yes!" she laughed, "Shoot the gun, Rambo! Give me all barrels!"

There was no way that I could hold back any longer and as she hammered herself down my length I erupted, firing my load into her in violent spurts. My prick was throbbing and jerking but Lauren continued to ram herself over me until I felt her explode inside with a hot moist rippling that tore one final squirt of cum from me leaving the tip of my prick battered and numb. We were both panting and breathless and I saw that her face was flushed and tears were running down her cheeks in torrents, but she was smiling and laughing softly. 

I kissed the tears from her face, the salty moisture mixing faintly with the sweet taste of her eye make-up and lipstick. Her hair was wet with perspiration and tears and brushed it away from her face. She looked sweet and vulnerable and so very much like Maggie. "God, Lulu," I murmured, "You are bloody lovely!"

"Are you allowed to say that to your cousin?" she giggled. Then added in pretend seriousness, "I don't care if Lucinda got to fuck you first ..... I got to fuck you all afternoon!"

"I think we had probably better get up soon," I cautioned grinning, "If we don't I probably won't be able to walk as far as the car!" I swung my legs off of the bed and made for the bathroom, I desperately needed a pee.

"Bring a drink back from the fridge," she called after me, "and try to find an ashtray!"

I found a couple of cans of Coke in the fridge and a large 'Holstein Lager' pub style ashtray in the kitchen and brought them back to the bedroom just as Lauren was emerging from the bathroom. We sat on the edge of the bed each wrapped in one of the sleeping bags drinking from the cans and smoking and just talking about silly things.

It was gone six by the time we had dressed, tidied up, put the room back as we found it and placed the zipped and folded sleeping bags and the pillows into a wardrobe. It was now raining quite hard and I made a dash to the car to get our coats whilst Lauren waited in the doorway, then felt my way around to the back of the bungalow and placed the key under a large flower pot that she had described to me. She was standing by the car in the rain when I got back, shaking her head and rubbing her hair. 

"What....?" I asked.

"Have you seen the wreck you've made of me?" she chuckled, "This way I can tell Mummy that I have been walking in the rain with Ellie .... I just need to get up to my room before she notices that my bra and knickers are now in my pocket!" We both laughed. 

It was pitch black in the lane and Lauren asked me to drive at least until we got onto a well lighted main road. We were both absolutely starving, but decided that it was probably best not to go anywhere to eat that we might be recognised and so I drove into Christchurch and we found a nice café with bottle glass windows, old wooden beams and copper kettles, which was serving steak and chips, and we sat opposite each other by the window watching the rain hammering on the glass.

Lauren reached across the table and placed her hand over mine. "Jamie," she looked a little sad and sounded serious, "We must never tell anybody about this, you know that don't you? What we three do must stay between the three of us, Luci, me and you! Mummy must never, ever, find out .... She would be furious and terribly upset; she thinks the world of you, you know, and if she thought we had done something unforgivable she would be devastated!" 

Ever since that first evening at Christmas when Lauren had come on to me, my main concern had been that Maggie would find out but I had also known that as far as the twins were concerned I would not be able to resist them for ever, they were just too alluring and my hunger for sex was just too strong.

"I agree," I told her, "I would never hurt Maggie; you know that, don't you? I laughed, "I really will miss you and Luci next week when you go to France, I was starting to get used to being ambushed and raped by one or the other of my randy cousins!" 

"We haven't left yet," she replied. "So don't drop your guard because we may have something else in store for you before we go!" She turned serious again, "Jimbo, you don't think that Lucinda and I are just little tarts, do you?" She didn't give me time to answer, "We may not have been celibate at boarding school, but you are really special to both of us, you always have been ... it's just that, well ..... Teasing you this year was so much fun that we hadn't noticed until Christmas that it had turned into a serious case of lust!" 

I paid the cashier and as we walked back to the car I asked her, "Do you and Luci really tell each other everything?" 

Lauren giggled furiously, "Oh, yes! Absolutely everything, down to the last details ....you no longer have any secrets, Jimbo, my boy!" She stopped and looked into my face and put on a really pouty grin, "Anyway, it was part of our sisterly bargain, we would share you between us on two conditions; that each would cover for the other and that we would each tell the other everything about what happens we are alone with you!" 

I think I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. Lauren held out her hand for the car keys, "I'll drive," she laughed, "I think you have just gone into a state of shock!"

We got back to Salisbury around nine fifteen, "You had better drop me on the Lower Road, near the church," I told her," It is only a few minutes drive home for you and I can walk from there in about ten minutes and nobody will see us together." As we drove up Lower Road, I thought of walking this way to the golf course with Sharon and didn't notice Lauren turning off the road and into the entrance of a field. We were parked behind a high hedge out of sight of the road.

"What...? " I started to ask.

"I thought we could just sit for a few minutes before we said good night," Lauren said. Then leaned across towards me, "You can't go without giving me a good night kiss, now can you?"

I leaned in and we were soon lost in a deep moist kiss, our tongues intermingling and our lips hungry for each other even though it was only a couple of hours since we made love. Lauren was so delicious and although I knew that we should be parting I could not resist her and I pulled her against me, my hand pushing beneath her jumper to find her naked breast and squeeze and fondle the nipple until I felt it start to harden again. She was moaning softly into my mouth and we broke away from the kiss panting.

"Oh Fuck, Jimbo!" she gasped, "What have you done to me, I feel soooooo randy all the time!" She twisted around in the driver seat, "Push your seat back!" she ordered laughing, "I need to rape you again!" 

I pulled at the bar beneath the seat and it shot backwards with a loud bang and almost before it had stopped Lauren was climbing over the gear stick, kneeling between my legs in front of me and scrabbling at my jeans. I leaned forward and tipped her chin up so that we could kiss again, my fingers thrust deep into her still damp tresses. Her hand had found my half limp prick and closed around it squeezing and massaging.

"Oh, it's still asleep!" she pouted, "Do something, I want it hard again!"

I didn't need to do anything, her hand was enough, and even as she spoke my dick was swelling and stiffening. She started to move her hand up and down the length until it was quivering and rock hard, then leaned forward and very lightly kissed the tip. She pulled her lips back immediately and looked up into my eyes. 

"Oh, Jamie," she whispered, "I am not sure about this. I know Luci did it for you, but ..... well ... I have never given a guy a blow job, and I'm not ..... "

I stopped her with a kiss, "It's OK," I assured her, "We don't need that!" I drew her up from the floor until she was laying against me her face level with mine and her arms around my neck. I put my arm around her waist and reached down with my left hand to rotate the seat knob until the back of the seat was almost horizontal and she was lying fully on top of me, and then slid my hand between us to unsnap her jeans and push them down over her hips. My hand found her smooth warm pussy and I worked my finger into her slit rubbing against her pussy lips and the moist swollen labia beneath. Lauren was every bit as aroused as I was. I drew my finger up and pressed down on her clit and flicked it gently with my finger tip causing her to involuntarily jerk her hips and moan against my neck. 

"Put it into me now!" she hissed, "I'm going to cum and I want you inside me when I do!" I had never been with a girl who so quickly reached orgasm as Lauren; it was almost like flicking a switch. 

I guided my stiff rod between us, pausing to rub my glans lightly up and down her slit and over her clit, making her gasp and moan and claw at my shoulders through my shirt. Then I inserted myself into her tight vaginal opening. She was so ready and swollen that I had to push hard to gain entry and then suddenly I was deep inside the core of her and she was bucking and thrusting on top of me and screaming out loud.

"Aaaaaaah! Oh, God, Jimbo, you've made me cum again!" 

I rammed upwards lifting her high, our backs arching, with the force of my thrusts and then slamming back down into the seat so that she was impaled hard on both the upward and downward strokes. She was screaming and moaning and I think that she had cum again but my own pleasure was so intense that I could think of nothing else. I knew that she was biting me hard on the side of my neck but I didn't care and hardly noticed the pain. We seemed to be fucking furiously for ever, I had already spent my load twice and this time was taking a bit longer, but then suddenly it was there, the eye of my glans opened and spewed a stream of jiz deep inside her.

"Oh, my God .... That feels so awesome!" she gasped, and then, "Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaaah! She thundered into another body shaking orgasm, impaling her self over and over on my still hard erection and panting furiously against my throat. She collapsed on top of me and I put my arms around her and held her close until her body stopped shaking. Her orgasms were Earth shattering, what they must have been like for her I can only guess at. 

We had completely misted up the car windows with our exertions so after we had straightened our clothing I opened the driver and passenger windows and we sat, Lauren curled on my lap in the pushed back passenger seat and smoked a couple of cigarettes in almost total exhausted silence. 

Eventually she got out of the car and walked around to the driver's door and got behind the wheel, I pulled the seat forward again and she drove me to the end of the lane. 

"I'm not kissing you again," I chuckled as I got out of the car, "It's too bloody dangerous!" 

I watched her drive off and started to walk home, carrying my coat and boots. That ten minute walk took me almost half and hour and I smoked another three cigarettes on the way. I thought that it was probably fortunate that the twins were going away the next week, the idea of being shagged to total exhaustion by the pair of them was highly erotic but not very practical when you need to go to work every day. 



The Touch Ch. 15



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Chapter 15: Three in a bed

The mild weather in January had enabled the builders to move on with the work at the garden centre well ahead of schedule and the units in the old outhouses were almost completed, the walls had been plastered, flooring laid and drop-down mesh shutters fitted. The barn was also well on the way to being ready with a new extension built at the rear to house the kitchen and public lavatories for the restaurant. 

Maggie and I spent most of Monday with Boris Keppel, the builder, as he was now ready to start erecting the major feature of the re-build. This was a huge steel and glass structure which would enclose the whole of the frontage of the existing buildings and extend over the yard creating an enormous enclosed shopping and display area. The footings for the main supports were already prepared and we needed to plan for the erection of the heavy tubular steel framework, as it would be necessary to close the centre for a couple of days so that a big crane could be brought in to drop the steelwork into place. 

The new staff members were working out well; Kitty in particular was turning into a real asset as she was very knowledgeable and had a fair amount of practical experience, plants were her passion and she loved talking to the customers. Maggie had spoken to her tutor and arranged for her to complete her work experience for her Cities and Guild course at the garden centre which meant that she was able to work a full five day week. 

Although Kitty was in the same course group as me at college we had never really mixed socially other than being part of the same set having coffees in the college canteen. She was quite tall, about 5' 9" with a very athletic figure, modest tits, a flat arse and very long muscular legs. She usually wore her long blonde hair tied back in a thick plait and her face was attractive with a wide mouth and very sharp pale blue eyes. 

I spent Tuesday morning working with her in the greenhouse and discovered that she really did know her stuff. She was very keen on sports and extremely strong and could lift and throw sacks of compost about as easily as I could. Like a lot of sporty women she was not bothered about false modesty and after about thirty minutes in the hot greenhouse stripped down to a sleeveless sports vest.

"It's so hot in here!" she commented. "If you don't mind I will go and change into my shorts?" 

I did not object in the least and she was back in a few minutes wearing a pair of cut off denim shorts, I noticed that she was wearing one of those very soft, fabric sports bras and that her nipples formed little points in her vest. Every time that she reached up to the higher racks the vest rode up to expose her muscled stomach and I had trouble trying not to imagine those long legs wrapped around my waist and the power that her stomach muscles would bring to an energetic shag. 

We talked about plants and gardening but exchanged very little personal chat. I did discover that she did not have a boyfriend but I came away still uncertain as to the truth of the college rumours that she might be gay.

Just before lunch Emma came into the greenhouse looking for me. I saw her face change from smile to scowl when she saw the way that Kitty was dressed. 

"Maggie wants you in the office ..... Now!" she snapped at me, glared at Kitty, then turned and started to walk back to the door. I tried not to smile and just raised my eyebrows to Kitty as I wiped my hands down the front of my overalls. 

"Is that your girl friend?" Kitty asked. 

"No, that's my sister!" I replied. This was the second time that somebody had asked me if Emma was my girlfriend in the last week, first Janet and now Kitty. What the hell was going on?

Emma was waiting outside for me and we walked together back to the shop and office block in silence. As we got to the door I decided that I needed to say something.

"What was that all about?" I asked. I really didn't need Emma causing friction with Kitty, or anybody else for that matter, especially with Maggie away for a couple of weeks. Managing the female staff members was always a concern, more so when I was alone and there was no womanly support. Emma was my sister but I needed to exert my authority before she upset somebody again, several times her moodiness had rubbed people up the wrong way.

"Are you going to allow her to walk about dressed like that?" She spat at me. Her eyes were flashing and her cheeks flushed with anger. "Wearing those .... Those ...."

"Shorts?" I suggested, grinning. "I think they look great!" I should not have said that bit but I just could not resist teasing her.

"Sod you, Jamie," she hissed, "all you men ever think about is sex!" 

"You are probably right," I agreed. I knew that she was definitely right as far as I was concerned. She glared at me furiously and then turned and started up the stairs ahead of me.

"Hey!" I called after her. She stopped several steps up from me without turning around. "Those shorts," I said seriously, "are a lot longer than your skirt, you know .... And show an awful lot less!" I stepped up and slapped her playfully on her exposed arse which was prominent in the skin tight leggings she was wearing beneath her min-skirt. 

We both suddenly burst into laughter. The tension was broken and whatever it was that had sparked her off had moved on. I caught up with her and put my arm around her waist.

I could not hold back from teasing her one more time, "I was thinking of making hot pants part of the summer uniform for the girls!" I joked as we got to the office doorway.

"You just want to fill the place up with tarts and bimbos!" she retorted, laughing and turned into her own office.

"What was that about?" Maggie asked looking up from her desk. 

"Nothing really," I replied, "Just Emma having a 'girly moment' I think."

"I just wanted to remind you that we are seeing, this woman this afternoon," she said, handling me a sheet of paper. It was an application for the catering manager job for somebody to run the new restaurant. I had actually forgotten about the appointment and went off to wash and change out of my working clothes. 

After my visit to Charles Lowe's set up in Norwich we had revised our original ideas about the restaurant. The initial proposal had been for a large coffee bar in the old barn just serving hot drinks and perhaps some sandwiches and cakes, however after seeing the up market self service restaurant at Lowe's garden centre Maggie and I had decided to upgrade our own plans to incorporate a much classier enterprise serving hot food at lunchtime and refreshments throughout the day. 

Charles had shown me around his establishment at lunch time when the restaurant was really busy and had pointed out the large numbers of retired couples and middle aged women who were occupying most of the tables. Many of them came in for lunch at least once, often twice or three times a week and seldom left without also purchasing something from the garden centre. Maggie had been enthusiastic about my ideas from the start and had immediately called in a friend who specialised in catering design who had helped us map out the requirements for kitchens and utility areas and select the correct equipment. The larger enterprise would, however, require a professional manager and staff who were experienced in the catering trade. 

This was the third submission that we had received for the post and seemed much closer to our expectations than the previous two. The application was from a Mrs. Grace Jackson, who was presently the restaurant manager for a department store in Bournemouth. Her details and experience seemed to fit the pattern that we were looking for and so we had asked her to come in to see us. 

Maggie and I had a quick family lunch in the kitchen at her house with the twins and Emma and we had not been back in the office for more than a few minutes when Eileen called up from the shop to say that Mrs. Jackson was waiting to see us. Emma went down and brought her up to the office. 

Grace Jackson turned out to be a handsome, smartly dressed, Chinese woman of middle years. She was about 5' 7", with a trim figure and short black glossy hair. From the start we all got on very well and soon discovered that she was aged 42, had been married to a British soldier who she had met in Hong Kong and who had later been killed in Ulster. She had been in the catering trade for over twenty years and her experience absolutely matched our requirements in every respect.

Maggie and I took her down to view the new restaurant building and kitchens although the unit was only partly plastered but she immediately seemed to understand the potential and was extremely enthusiastic. I think both of us were so impressed with Grace and did not want to risk losing her that after a very quick discussion to one side we made her an offer there and then and were delighted when she accepted. The builders had promised to have the restaurant building at least close to finished by the end of February and so we agreed that Grace would start with us on the first Monday in March so that she could begin recruiting her catering staff and planning the menus. Grace came with an added bonus. She had suggested that to start with she would combine the job of manager with that of head cook which was a considerable start up budget saving, and she said that she already had in mind somebody for the assistant cook position. 

Maggie walked her back to her car and I returned to the office, it wasn't worth changing back into working clothes as it was nearly three-thirty and I decided to wade through a pile of invoices and delivery notes that Emma had dumped onto my desk for checking. 

Just as Maggie came back into the office the telephone rang and Emma came through to say that it was Lauren on the line wanting to talk to Maggie. It was obvious from the snatches of conversation that could be overheard that something was wrong and so I just sat in silence until Maggie put down the receiver.

"That was Lauren," she confirmed, "She has taken a call at the house, from your Aunt Susan ..... there has been an accident!" I hadn't seen my other aunt since I was a tiny child and so didn't really know her at all, she lived in York, but even though she had fallen out with Mum years ago, Maggie still kept in touch with her.

"What? .... Who?" I asked.

"It seems that your Uncle Andrew, fell from somewhere after having a heart attack ...... he's dead!" 

"Oh, God! Is there anything we can do?" I asked. I didn't remember Uncle Andrew, Susan's husband at all. He had been something to do with historic building maintenance and had been working at York Minster since before I was born.

"Yes, I think I had better drive up to York tonight, to support Susan," Maggie said simply. Then she added, "Can you call your Mum for me, and ask her to ring me at the house as soon as she can, please? If I leave in the next hour I can get up there by about nine." 

"OK," I said, "Just go... I will sort everything out here ..... just do whatever you need to!"

"Thanks," she replied, "You're a sweetheart, I couldn't manage without you!" Then gave me a hug and ran down the stairs. 

I went into the admin office. "What's happened?" Emma asked. 

"Uncle Andrew has died!" I said without frills, "Can you get Mum on the 'phone for me, please ... she should still be at work?" She looked about to argue or ask questions. "Come on, Emms!" I urged, "This is urgent, I really do need to speak to Mum, quickly!"

Emma put Mum through to my desk within a few minutes and I told her as much as I knew. "Alright, love ...." She said "I'll ring Maggie now; then I will go straight home, pick up a bag and get over there and go with Maggie to York!" 

A little less than an hour later, Maggie's Range Rover pulled up outside the office block. Emma and I went down and joined Maggie and Mum as they got out of the car. 

"We're now off," Mum said, "We will obviously stay the night but will probably be back sometime late tomorrow!" 

"That's fine .... Just take care and don't worry about Emma and I, we can look after ourselves!" I assured her and gave her a kiss and a hug, then she said goodbye to Emma and got back into the car. I went round to the driver side and picked up Maggie's hand and squeezed it reassuringly, she did not pull it away.

"Will you do something for me?" she asked. I nodded affirmation. "The girls are going into town to meet some friends this evening for a last drink before they leave on Friday. I don't want them drinking and driving, I was intending to play chauffeur ..... will you drop them off in town for me and then pick them up later?" She held out the spare keys to the VW Polo. 

"No problem, consider it done!" I agreed. "Just call me in the morning and let me know what is happening, OK?" We hugged and she got into the car and I watched them until they rounded the bend in the road. 

I didn't really want to have to go home, cook something for myself and Emma then come back to pick up the twins and so I called the house, spoke to Lucinda and suggested that we all went to the 'Funky Chicken' diner for burgers or Kentucky chicken. By the time Emma and I had closed the garden centre up at six o'clock, the twins were waiting for us in the car and we drove over to the diner. 

For obvious reasons we mostly talked about what had happened to Uncle Andrew and the rift between Mum and Aunt Susan. Luci seemed to know more about the situation than anybody.

"Aunt Susan is a total snob!" she announced unsympathetically. "Mummy says that when Auntie Gwen married your dad, Aunt Susan and Uncle Andrew refused to go to the wedding because they thought that he was not good enough to join the family, and Aunt Susan caused a lot of trouble between Grandma and Auntie Gwen."

"I can't say that I will miss him," Lauren added," When we were at school, York was only a few miles away and we had to go and visit them on Sundays sometimes. He was a stuck up prick .... He may have been very clever at his work .... But he was still a prick!"

We were at a cubicle table, Emma was sat beside me with the twins opposite and we had hardly sat down before Lucinda had kicked off her shoe and was probing my groin with her foot until by the time we had finished our meal her toes had worked up an erection. I was concerned that Emma would glance down and see what she was doing and so spent most of the time leaning forward with my elbows on the table concealing my lap from view. It reminded me of being groped in Maggie's car the night that the twins passed their driving test. 

When we left the diner I got to the car first and climbed into the driver seat. Lauren sat beside me and I couldn't help but think about shagging her in this very car a few nights ago. I dropped Emma off at home. She had a couple of friends coming over for the evening and I was about to caution her not to get drunk or wreck the house, when I remembered that we were supposed to trust each other and so just let it go, with saying goodbye. I got back into the car and drove over to Maggie's house so that the twins could change to go out. 

I went through to the kitchen and made myself a cup of instant coffee, whilst the girls went up to their rooms to change. I took my cup and sat in the drawing room reading the newspaper for about half an hour, I could hear the girls upstairs talking, giggling and running from room to room. 

"Jimbo!" It was Lucinda calling me from the stair landing. "Can you come and help us?" 

I went out into the hall. Luci was running up the stairs wearing the same Kimono style robe that she had on that night in the garage. "Come on!" she called over her shoulder, "We need you up here!"

I wasn't so stupid that I didn't realise that this was some sort of set up, but I didn't really care. If I was going to be attacked and raped by one of my gorgeous cousins before they went out, I was not going to be putting up much of a fight. When I got to the top of the stairs I could see Luci standing in a doorway, not the door to her bedroom or Lauren's and not Maggie's room which was at the front. She beckoned and I went down the hall towards her. 

When I reached to door I realised that it was one of the guest rooms. It was lit only by small bracket lights on the wall and all that I could really see was a large double bed in the centre of the room, but all I was really interested in was the sight of Luci kneeling on the centre of the bed almost wearing that short silky kimono, the open front edges of the gown exposing little pink half moons of her aureolas and only just hiding her nipples. 

Why is it that when presented with the type of opportunity that for most guys only comes once in a lifetime, men always say the most inane thing that comes into their head. I heard the words coming out of my mouth, "I thought you two were changing to go out?" 

"Oh! That all changed the moment we realised that we had the house and you all to ourselves for the night!" Lucinda purred. "Now why don't you get out of those togs and onto this bed?"

I needed no further urging and started by shedding my jeans, shorts and socks, then pulled my t-shirt over my head and knelt on the bottom of the bed. "Where's Lauren?" I heard myself asking ... it was going to be one of those nights for stupid questions.  

"Don't be greedy," Lucinda teased, "She will be along later .... You didn't think that you were going to get out of here without satisfying both of us, did you?"

I crawled up the bed towards her and she shuffled backwards until she had her back against the headboard. The kimono had fallen open and her luscious pale breasts were completely bared, the aureolas and nipples pink and already a little swollen. She was kneeling with her feet tucked back beneath her and had let her knees fall apart and I could see her pussy, the pouting lips smooth and bare and already slick with moisture. My breath caught in my throat, Luci looked delicate and gorgeous and so wanton with everything naked and wide open on display just for me. I knelt in front of her my growing erection paying homage to the sensuality of her body.

"Wait!" she told me, "Just watch ... I promise you will like it!" 

Her honey brown hair was loose and flowing around her shoulders, and I noticed that she had used some of the time since we got home to add a little make up and apply some deep pink lipstick. She tilted her head backward, tossing it once so that her hair fanned out in a silky cascade, her eyes were closed and her lips slightly apart the tip of her tongue slowly caressing the upper lip, seductively.

Luci arched her back so that her perfectly rounded breasts were thrust forward and then slid her hands up her torso, over her ribs to cup a breast in each and squeeze the nipples. She gripped a pink nub between each fore finger and thumbs and gently rolled them as they started to swell and deepen in colour until the areolas were a deep pink, vivid against her pale breasts. The hard little nipples totally mesmerised me, I couldn't take my eyes from them. A shallow shudder flowed through her body as she rubbed and pinched herself into a state of higher arousal, and not for the first time I wondered if it would be possible to make a girl cum simply by playing with her stimulated breasts.

She started to roll her hips slightly and I could see the lips of her vulva opening and closing slightly with each movement and the flushed pinkness of her labia. Just watching her I felt my face start to glow and my whole body surged with warmth; she looked so sexy and desirable and I wanted her there and then, my prick was rigid and quivering and she was only three feet away.




The Touch Ch. 15



I must have started to move because she raised one hand and held it out palm forward in a gesture telling me to stay where I was. 

As I watched she slid her hands slowly down over her ribs and small round belly her fingers held stiff and just caressing her body with her palms like an exotic dancer. Then she stoked lightly over her pelvis and down her thighs, bending slightly forward to be able to reach, her hair flooding over her shoulders and flowing around her breasts like a dark gold cloud. Luci's body was responding to her own caresses; she was swaying slightly, her eyes closed and her mouth open. I could see her tongue moving as if engaged in a solo kiss seeking for a response from an imaginary lover's mouth. She drew the tips of her fingers back up the sensitive insides of her thighs, throwing her head back again, her eyes snapped open, a sparkling, bright blue grey, and she gave a little gasp as her finger tips traced the smooth lips of her pussy and another shudder ran though her body causing her belly to ripple and her breasts to quiver. 

Luci took a deep breath and then moaned loudly as she slowly pushed two fingers of her right hand between the lips of her pussy and into the mouth of her vagina and then drew them back and forth until they were slick with her juices which she used to lubricate her outer pussy lips and around her clit. Her pussy lips were pink and engorged with desire and her clit was swollen and poking out from its hood, the labia beneath engorged with blood and clearly visible. 

"Oh...God!" She gasped, "Are you watching me ..... I want you to be watching me .... This is just for you!" 

Her loins were now gyrating as her juiced up fingers pressed and rolled around her throbbing clit. I could see it peeking out from it's hood, as she thrust it against her trembling fingers and I could smell the intoxicating musk of her womanly sex juices. Her left hand was moving faster and faster her fingers flickering between her pussy lips drawing moisture from her vagina to lubricate her butter ball and her right had returned to her breast to cup and massage the swollen erect nipple. 

Just watching her caress her own body and masturbate was one of the most erotic experiences I had ever had. She now had herself totally aroused and was obviously close to climax and I remembered what Luci had said that night in the garage about girls giving the best head to themselves or each other. I was trembling and panting with her and my erection was throbbing between us, at some point I had shuffled forward until we were only a foot apart and I was leaning forward so that our lips were almost touching. I could hardly breathe. 

"Kiss me!" she moaned, "Please kiss me! I need to be kissed!"

I put my hands on her shoulders and drew her towards me and pressed my lips to hers. Her lips were firm and moist and I could taste the sweetness of her lipstick and then our tongues were mingling the tips flicking and thrusting at each other, entwined like two swollen, frantically twisting eels. The kiss was long and delicious and left us both panting for breath. My hands slid down to find and caress her breasts, flicking and squeezing at her nipples which were rigid, hot nubs of passion. She moved her right hand down to join and press against the left pushing her fingers hard into her vagina with both hands, her arm was grazing the tip of my prick as her motions became harder and faster. She began to tremble uncontrollably; her hand motions became frantic and she was panting hard and loudly.

"Aaaaaaah!" She screamed. Her breathing became deep sobs as her pussy spasmed around her fingers, and the orgasm rippled through her body, it seemed to last forever but was probably no more than twenty seconds. 

Her hands slid up my bare back the moist fingers of her right hand leaving a trail of warm pussy juices and she pulled me towards her, her chest heaving against mine so that I could feel her heart beating madly beneath her breast. My erection was pushed hard against her stomach, little involuntary spasms causing it to gently hump against her ribs. I briefly pressed her lips with mine and then drew the tip of my tongue down her neck and across her shoulder. Luci was twisting to free her legs from beneath her, and we were sliding down the bed so that I was now lying on top of her and my prick was thrusting of its own accord trying to find her pussy which I could feel hot and wet against my balls. 

Her hand pushed between us to grasp my tool and guided it instinctively to the entrance to her love tunnel, just the touch of her fingers almost caused me to explode, I was that close. I thrust slowly forward until I had pushed the whole length of my rock hard erection into her as far as it would go. For a long minute I just lay there savouring the sweet sensation of being as hard into Luci as I could get and enjoying the soft warm, post orgasm, tight, wetness surrounding my cock.

I raised myself up on my elbows so that I could look at her face. Her cheeks were a little flushed and she was still breathing in little shallow pants, but she was smiling and her eyes were bright and sparkling. 

"Wow!" That was the only word that I could to find to describe how I felt at that moment. 

Luci's breathing started to deepen and she began to move her hips gently humping her self onto my prick and the need in her to cum again was almost palpable. This time she was not the wanton temptress, her wanting was more languorous, and I began to slowly and gently thrust back and forth inside her in empathy with her tender motions. We lay like that locked together shagging in slow motion for a long time; each of us breathing harder and deeper and moaning softly into each others kisses as we savoured the low slow build up of ecstasy until finally I could hold back no longer.

"Oh, Luci!" I murmured into her ear, "I can't ...... I've got to...!"

She giggled breathlessly, "Yes ..... me too!" 

I started to push into her harder, her hips came up to meet me, and her legs curled around mine urging me into her deeper. Then we were thrusting at each other in long slow strokes, my glans throbbing and pulsing each time it hammered home deep inside the core of her, my pubic mound battering against her clit. Her vagina was swelling and pulsing around me as her arousal increased again. Then suddenly she was bucking against me furiously, impaling herself onto my quivering erection in small fast jerks and screaming out as she reached orgasm; and I was right there with her I exploded uncontrollably in long hard streams one after another until I was totally drained. My arms finally gave out and I collapsed heavily on top of her, and we just lay there panting and laughing and hugging each other.

We lay on our sides facing each other just exchanging the occasional pecking kiss, too drained to really talk. At that moment in time my mind was so full of my beautiful cousin lying next to me, the show she had put on for me and then the gentle languid sex that followed that thoughts of anything else were completely banished.

I felt the tip of a finger being drawn down my back from my shoulder to my buttock, but it took a couple of seconds to realise that it could not be Lucinda as her arm was trapped beneath mine. Then the bed moved and I felt the warm softness of Lauren's familiar body pressing against my back; her firm, naked nipples pushing onto my shoulder blades and her hair flowing over my shoulder as she pressed her lips against my neck. 

"I thought that you two were never going to get there!" she whispered. Her breath was hot against my ear and I felt her arm slide over my body, her hand flat as she drew it up and down my chest and stomach. 

"You two were really hot!" Lauren said. I realised that she must have been watching us, either from the doorway or a shadowed corner of the room for the last twenty minutes or so. For a couple of seconds I experienced a feeling of prudish outrage, then I realised that I genuinely did not give a fuck! Being with Lauren and Lucinda, perhaps because we were cousins, or because they were twins, was like making love to two halves of the same person, it felt right that everything should be shared, and it felt especially right being sandwiched, between the two of them in that bed, it was every man's dream come true.

Her hand slid further down until it had found and wrapped around my limp dick, gently squeezing and fondling it's moist length still slick with the combined love juices from fucking with Luci. I rolled over to lie on my back. Luci was on my left, at some point during out love making she had wriggled out of her kimono and was now completely nude and on the other side Lauren was equally naked. I slipped my right arm beneath Lulu, pulling her half over me so that I could kiss her lips, and then down over her chin until my face was nestled into her throat kissing and nibbling the sensitive erogenous zone. Her hand was still lightly caressing my prick which I knew was already starting to stir into life again and I could feel her firm nipples rubbing against my chest and wanted to tweak and caress those little nubs with my fingers but Luci had rolled towards me and was lying on her stomach with my left arm trapped beneath her body. 

I nudged and pushed at Lauren with my face and lips until she raised her body up so that her breasts were thrusting towards my mouth. The aureolas and nipples were already starting to swell and their colour was deepening to a rich pink. Lulu's hand left my prick and came up to cup her breast and lift it, offering it to my waiting and eager lips. I took the nipple between my lips and sucked hard on it. She went into a frenzy the way that she had last time I had sucked her tits, her hand cupped the back of my head and pulled my face harder to her breast and I drew the hard engorged nipple into my mouth, and flicked at it with the tip of my tongue. 

"Ooooooooh! Oh! .... Yes!" she moaned and I felt her start to quiver, a tiny rippling moving through her body from the light moaning in her throat to a shallow jerking at her loins. I knew that she was already moving toward one of those incredibly fast orgasms that she seemed to get to in just seconds. Then she was moving away, drawing her tits down my chest her lips following, with tiny kisses and nibbling gently at the skin until they reached my nipple. I never knew that a man's nipples could be so sensitive, her tiny sharp teeth fastened onto it and lightly bit down, the liquid heat of her mouth and the nip of her teeth took me by surprise and I gasped and arched my back. Then her lips were continuing their slow sensual journey down my ribs and stomach. 

I felt her hand return to my now stiffening prick. Only it was not her hand as both were firmly planted against my rib cage, it was Luci's. Then lips were exploring my left shoulder and neck and Luci's tongue was slowly lapping its way across my cheek and caressing my lips probing to gain entry to my mouth. She twisted her body so that she was laying half over me and my hand, trapped beneath her, felt suddenly warm and moist as her pussy settled over it. I raised my second and third fingers tentatively and found her slit, her labia minora was still engorged and protruding between the lips of her vulva and was hot and moist and her vaginal opening felt very tight as I inserted the tip of one finger and then slid it all the way in gently rubbing the roof and walls of her vagina. She was still very wet from the combined juices of our love making and I withdrew my moist fingers and moved them upwards to find her clit, rubbing with my finger tips and then gently pinching the slippery little nubbin between fingers and thumb. 

"That's good .... Very good!" she whispered in my ear. Then moved back to cover her mouth with mine, her tongue flicking and probing around my mouth in imitation of my fingering movements in her pussy. Her hair flowed around my face like a sweetly perfumed silken curtain. 

My brain was numbed with trying to cope with the waves of erotic sensation being wrung from my body by my two fantastic, sexy cousins and my prick was now fully erect again in response to Luci's tiny hand gently gliding up and down the quivering length. A second hand joined Luci's around my erection both slowly caressing the length; it was a totally unique and fabulous experience receiving a hand job from two girls at the same time. Lauren shuffled down my body until she was level with my groin and I felt the sudden wet heat of her lips closing over the tip of my prick. My roiling mind registered that she had told me that she had never given a guy a blow job. My right arm was now free and I pushed myself up, Luci's smiling, beautiful face was close to mine but Lauren's face was screened by her cascade of hair which I could feel softly tickling my belly and thighs.

"Lulu," I moaned urgently, "You don't have to .......!"

I felt her lips draw up over the tip of my tool and away. She looked up and straight into my eyes. Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes bright and sparkling and her moist pouty, lips were wreathed in a wide smile.

"I want to!" she whispered, "I want it to be you I do it to first!" 

She moved back and I felt the tip of her tongue move round and over my glans, and then her lips were closing around the tip and making little nibbling movements around the raised edge of the helmet. Both of the girls still had a hand around the base of my prick and with Lulu guiding started to wank them slowly up and down. Then her mouth was pushing downward meeting their hands and enclosing my length in a hot wet cavern of sensuous pleasure. Her mouth began to work over my erect prick meeting the pumping of their hands and getting faster and faster, her teeth lightly brushing the stretched and highly sensitized skin, until I felt that familiar tingle that was a prelude to ejaculation, and clenched my buttocks trying desperately to hold back.

I was so close to release that I needed to warn Lulu. She was now enthusiastically moving her mouth up and down my shaft increasing the pressure of her tongue on the sensitive underside of my prick with each upward stoke and sucking hard as she reached the glans. She was making little moaning sounds in her throat and there were almost inaudible slurping noises coming from the contact of her lips with my tool. I reached down and gently grasped her chin and eased her mouth away from my throbbing hardness. 

"Enough now!" I panted.

I gently removed their hands from my tool and then put my arm around Lulu's narrow waist and drew her body towards me. She recognised my need immediately and swung her knee over my thighs so that she was positioned above my jutting prick and I guided myself between her pussy lips and into her waiting wet vagina mouth. I expected her to thrust down hard but she didn't she just lowered herself slowly down onto me, impaling herself a half inch at a time until I was filling her to the root and my prick was a rigid enflamed centre of agonised pleasure. 

Lucinda had her face pushed tightly into my throat, her breathing had become deep and she was moaning softly her breath making mouth sized areas of heat on my skin and her tongue flicking in and out of her lips made little trails of moisture on my neck, her hair trailed across my face and chest. Everybody thinks of fingers and tongues as being the main instruments of stimulation during sex but for me one of the most erotic of sensations was the feel of the twin's long silky hair trailing over my face and body. 

My hand was working energetically rubbing and squeezing her clit and massaging her pussy lips and labia and Luci was grinding her pussy onto my hand which was slick with her foamy juices. I could feel her vagina starting to soften and open up in arousal and her tiny clit was once again becoming engorged and firm. Our faces were close together and we were all kissing each other, I had only to move my face slightly to one side to find either Lulu's or Luci's lips.

Then everything was happening at once. All three of us were suddenly moaning, gasping and laughing idiotically, Lulu and Luci were holding hands and I was grasping Lulu's other hand, and we were all thrusting and plunging towards release. My erection thrust hard into Lauren and I felt her explode into one of her intense spontaneous orgasms, throwing her head back and screaming incoherently her vagina rippling and pulsing around my knob. I could not have held back any longer if I had wanted to and ejaculated with all the force that had been building up in my balls, filling her with more jiz than I believed that I still had left. 

A moment later Luci gave a series of sharp gasps and rammed her pussy hard against my hand and she was cumming with a massive spasm, jerking and humping as she forced herself over my fingers. 

We lay in a panting, gasping, giggling heap each of us wrapped around the others so that I found it hard to know where Lulu and Luci began or ended. I didn't care. Our threesome had been frantic, muddled and very erotic and we were all exhausted and shagged out ..... at least for a little while. 

After a short time we got up one at a time to use the bathroom, Lulu ran downstairs and returned with a bottle of ten year old malt whisky, three glasses, cigarettes and an ashtray. Luci fetched a quilt and the three of us sat wrapped together on the bed drinking and smoking and talking about nothing in particular.

I suppose that the three of us rolled up next to each other in the warmth of the duvet could only ever have led in one direction. Wrapped as we were, every small movement seemed to be greatly enhanced, the girls were on either side of me and I could feel their legs, arms and bodies brushing against mine each small touch sending a tingle across my already sexed up and sensitive skin. Our conversation was moving more and more into the realms of flirting again and in the end it was Lauren who made the deciding move. 

Her hand came to rest on my thigh and I felt her draw the tips of her finger nails lightly up the inside of my leg towards my groin. I must has given a grasp or groan because Lulu and Luci looked at each other in the secret enigmatic way the twins do, some unspoken message seeming to pass between them. Lauren's hand came to rest, gently but firmly cupping my balls. It was enough! My prick started to tremble into life and I could feel another erection beginning. I was a young, vital, healthy guy but since discovering 'The Touch' my natural virility seemed to keep pace with my enhanced desires and I certainly desired my fabulous cousins and wanted, needed, to fuck with one or both of them again. I was still a bit amazed and mystified at the way my sex life had suddenly blossomed and that there were so many gorgeous and willing girls in the world. 

The twins must have felt the same craving as together they shrugged off the quilt and each taking one of my hands got up from the bed, the three of us standing just holding hands. I remember thinking that we must have looked like a poor man's witches coven. I was very aware of my semi-erect cock swinging loosely between us. 

Standing together, naked, the girls took my breath away. They were almost mirror images, the dim light in the bedroom giving their faces a shadowy sameness, framed by the same honey brown cloud of flowing hair. Their figures were almost identical. It was the first time that I had seen them together totally nude and I could now detect the delicate differences which I had previously been unable to compare. Lauren's breasts were perhaps a cup size larger and the aureolas and nipples slightly larger and a shade darker pink than Luci's. Together, I could see that Luci had slightly slimmer legs and thighs and her buttocks were a little bit flatter than Lulu's. 

Unless they were genuinely telepathic, they must have agreed something earlier as Lauren just tugged at my hand and said quietly, "Let's go!" 




The Touch Ch. 15



Lucinda released my fingers and then stepped up, her breasts and body pressed against mine and pulled my face down and drew my mouth to hers in a deep, long, tongue rolling kiss. She stepped back and then moved up to Lauren in the same way that she had with me, putting her arms around her neck and drawing their lips together. This was no chaste sisterly kiss, it was full on and passionate and I could see their tongues roiling inside their cheeks and their bodies were thrust tightly together each caressing the others breast with their free hand. My mouth hung open and I was totally breathless, watching them was a major turn on, I was totally entranced and felt my prick jerk into a shaft of solid eagerness.

They separated and Luci looked down at my rigid prick and whispered breathlessly, "Save some of that for later!" 

Then Lulu was leading me the few steps across the hall into her room. Her bedroom was much as I remembered it when we were children. There were a couple of posters on the wall, a dressing table, drawers and two large wardrobes and shelves for books, records and cassettes and another with a collection of soft toys and dolls sitting in a row. Two open suitcases stuffed with clothes stood on the floor; I guessed that these were ready for her departure for France on Friday. Her single bed had pale pink sheets and pillowcases and a matching duvet with little white embroidered flowers. She closed the door and threw her arms around my neck crushing her breasts against my chest and trapping my erection against her stomach. 

She looked up into my face, "What?" she asked, puzzled, "You look all at sea!" 

I probably still had my mouth hanging open from watching the two of them kiss so passionately. 

"Oh!" She laughed, realising. "It's what girls do at boarding school when they are shut away from men! Luci and I are lucky..... We always have each other!" She reached down and grasped my erect cock firmly, "But, now we have you as well!" She added giggling, and then holding my prick like a dog leash led me to the bed. 

She backed onto the bed, pushing away the quilt and pulled me over her, still firmly grasping my prick in one hand and the other hooked around the back of my neck. I settled myself between her open legs and braced my arms either side of her head. Her face was radiant and glowing and her eyes deep lust filled pools of blue grey mist. I brought my lips down to meet hers and could faintly taste the sweet fruitiness of Lucinda's lipstick on them. We kissed long and passionately, her tongue, mouth and lips all so familiar to me now, it felt as though we had been lovers for years, not just a few days. We finally broke away each of us slightly breathless and I sank down onto my elbows, resting my weight on her stomach causing her to let out a deep sigh and her hand grasped my prick even tighter between us.

"Oh, Jimbo!" she panted, her lips only an inch from mine, "It was fun ..... the three of us together, but ..... I really want you to myself now .... I want you to make me cum, over and over, like before!" 

I balanced myself over her so that I could bring one hand up to cover her breast sliding my fingers up so that her nipple was trapped between the middle fingers so that it was gently pinched and pulled as I squeezed her firm tit. Her reaction was almost instantaneous, she started to make soft moaning noises and her hand began moving slowly up and down my erection, her breath and hand motion quickening as I took the other nipple between my teeth and teased it into a firm hot nubbin and then moved to sucking both aroused nipples my mouth moving from one to the other. I spent a long time making love to her breasts with my mouth and tongue and could feel her getting more and more aroused beneath me, her nipples were little hard points of fire against my lips.  

I felt her whole body begin to tense and her crotch was making tiny jerking thrusts grinding her clit against the root of my dick and my balls. I knew that she was approaching one of her really fast wild orgasms. Lulu could reach uncontrolled orgasm really quickly and sometimes just cum again and again until she was totally exhausted. I pushed back, the base of my prick rubbing over her well oiled clit. Then she was quivering all over, her hips were bucking beneath me and her legs flailing, her heels drumming against my thighs and buttocks and her two fists beating at my shoulders.

"Ooooooooh, I'm cumming!" she sobbed loudly, "Ooooooooh! Jimbo, I'm cumming!"

Her body spasmed for perhaps fifteen or twenty seconds and then gradually slowed and I softly kissed her face and lips and licked at the tiny tears of passion that were running down her face in salty rivulets. Lauren always cried during our lovemaking. 

Oh, it's stopped!" she moaned quietly into my ear. "I don't want it to stop ..... make it happen again ..... please!" 

I slid my hand between us and found her pussy. The smooth lips felt wet and distended and her labia was engorged and protruding between them. I ran my fingers down one lip and then back up over the other and then began to lightly stroke her swollen labia and down to push against the entrance to her vagina, it felt too tight to even take the tip of one finger but as I pressed it became a liquid tunnel which gobbled up my middle two fingers. My fingers slid free, slick with her pussy juices and cum, and I brought my hand up to rub some of that exotic musk onto the tip of my tongue, the taste was sharp and exciting and I wanted more, much more. 

I ran my hands down her sides until they were firmly resting on her hips and then drew back to kneel between her thighs and brought my lips down to her pussy. I poked my tongue forcefully into her slit, her taste was pure liquid lust and her juices were so hot that I thought my lips would be scalded. I dragged my tongue down until the tip was probing at the entrance to her vagina, and then she exploded in another orgasm. Her thighs locked around my ears clamping my face to her crotch and her hips jerked ramming her pussy hard against my mouth. I licked and flicked at her vagina and then up to massage her clit with tongue and lips. She was jerking uncontrollably and moaning wildly and her whole body was shaking and heaving and I could feel her pussy pulsing and rippling as she was wracked with a series of short orgasms. 

After what seemed an eternity she collapsed panting and giggling, "Oh, Fuck!" she gasped, "That was so fantastic!" 

I moved slightly and realised that the bed beneath us was soaking wet. At first I thought that I had shot my load whilst I was giving Lauren head, but realised that it was just her juices and cum, which were coating her pussy and thighs and my face. My erection was hard and throbbing against her thigh and so ready that it was numb. 

She sat up so that we were facing each other, put her arms around my neck and kissed me lightly on the lips.

"Oh, God!" she exclaimed, you taste of ME!" Then she started to giggle. She pushed me back and straddled my legs with her knees. Our positions were reversed, now I was lying on my back with my head hanging over the foot of the bed, my feet on her pillow. The woman on top or 'Cowgirl' position is often the most sensual for the man as total penetration can usually be achieved and allows the girl more chance of controlling the shag to achieve her orgasm and it certainly worked for Lulu.

"It's my turn now..... I'm going to make it good for you .....!" she purred.

I don't know what Lauren had in mind but I had ideas of my own, I needed to fuck her and I needed it right then! I grabbed her hips and pulled her over my prick which was standing up like a flag pole and then dragged her down until the tip was probing her slit and slithering in the moisture nudging against her clit. 

Lulu started to moan again and then suddenly my glans found her vaginal portal and I pushed her down hard, impaling her onto my erection until I could feel her pussy hot and wet soaking my pubic bush. 

"Aaaaaaah!" she let out a shriek as if I had split her in two, and then she was slumping forward, her hands quickly braced against my chest her head hanging down, hair cascading over my stomach and chest and then started to pump madly against my up-thrust prick, her breath getting faster and her moans louder. My hips slammed up to meet her, each upward thrust lifting her light body completely off the bed and ramming my prick brutally into her. We were both moaning and she was crying, not with pain but with pure lust and pleasure and then she was cumming yet again. Her whole body was jerking and shaking and her vaginal walls were contracting and releasing around my quivering shaft and her love tunnel was flushed with her juices. I grasped her hips tightly to hold her in place over my shaft. She was so wet and was thrashing about so hard that I was afraid that I would slip out of her or she would throw herself completely away from me. 

Her orgasm went on and on and then she was slumped over me, panting, still impaled on my hard prick, her pussy squeezing it gently. I could feel that we were both soaked with her juices our loins and thighs slick and wet. I held onto her hips and gently pushed back and forth in her wet heat, until I could suddenly hold back no longer, all feeling was centred in the familiar tingling around my balls and then with a final hard thrust I was releasing my load, and she was screaming with joy as it spurted hot and long deep inside her.

"Oh God, Jamie ..... I love that part so much!" 

Lauren pushed herself upright. Her face was flushed, her hair a dishevelled bush of silken tresses, and tears were pouring down her cheeks, but her eyes were bright and her lips were wide with a happy smile. 

"Oh Fuck, Jamie!" she sobbed in my ear, "You make me cum over and over and over! Only you and Luci can do that!" 

I pulled her down beside me and she reached over and dragged the duvet up to cover us and within minutes I think we were both asleep in each other's arms.

The small clock on the bedside table told me that it was one fifteen in the morning when I awoke; I had slept for nearly two hours. I was alone in Lauren's bed, the door was open and I could see a light on in the hall. I desperately needed to pee and so I got up and ran buck naked to the bathroom, I remembered that my clothes must still be in the guest room where the twins and I had started our fabulous threesome session but when I returned to the room there was no sign of my gear and the bed had been stripped and re-made with clean linen. I returned to the bathroom and snatched up a towel and modestly draped it around my waist. 

There was a light under Lucinda's bedroom door and I pushed it open. The twins sat together on the floor with their backs against the bed, Luci was wearing her short kimono and Lulu had put on a plain white silk pyjama top which hugged her nipples and just failed to hide the indentation of her pussy nestled between her drawn up thighs. They both had glasses of whisky and there was a china ashtray beside them. They looked so very sexy. I was standing in the doorway virtually naked and I could feel my prick starting to tingle again. 

"About time too!" Lauren pouted in pretend annoyance, "Surely your two little cousins can't have shagged Rambo into total exhaustion, can we?" She teased. 

I flopped down beside Luci, took a big swig from her glass, then leaned over, picked up her small ladies mother-of-pearl cigarette case and lighter and lit myself a smoke. Lucinda's room was unsurprisingly a twin of Lauren's, except that the posters were of ski scenes and there was a large framed photograph of the twins being presented with show jumping rosettes by David Broome. Across the room my clothes were folded in a neat pile on the chair by her desk and two suit cases matching her sister's were closed and standing beside the door. Luci had always been the neatest and most organised of all of us even as kids. 

Lulu stood up and lightly kissed Luci on the top of the head and then leaned over and brushed her moist lips across mine, then picked up her glass and started for the door.

"I need to clean up my bed before Mummy gets home," she said lightly then looked back and childishly poked her tongue out at me. "Don't stay up too late, now!" she giggled and left, closing the door behind her. 

Lucinda swallowed the remains of her drink and then stood up, tugged the belt of her kimono free and pulled the jacket off of her shoulders and dropped it onto the floor. She stepped across me so that her legs were apart and straddling mine, her smoothly shaved pussy was level with my eyes. I hooked my hands around her knees and pulled her towards me so that I could press my lips against her firm, smooth Mound of Venus. She gave a long sigh and her hands came down to rest lightly on the back of my head just exerting enough pressure to encourage me to keep my face against her pussy, I did not need any encouragement, my nostrils were filled with the sharp musky scent of her sex and I slid my lips downwards so that the tip of my tongue could touch and fondle her clit then move on to part her pussy lips and lap gently over her inner temple. I drew my tongue slowly up and down my forehead bumping gently against her mound and then slid my hand up the back of her thighs to grasp and massage the firm round cheeks of her bum. 

Luci was moaning deep in her throat, a husky lust driven purr and her hand grasped my head her palms covering my ears and as she pulled firmly upwards I started to rise onto my knees my lips kissing a trail up her mound, then her belly until I was standing in front of her my mouth an inch from hers and my hands kneading her buttocks and pulling her hard against me rocking my hips so that my trapped erection rolled back and forth over her stomach. I felt her hands come up and her fingers trailed over my waist and up my rib cage drawing tiny circles on my back making my sex fuelled sensitive skin tingle. 

I desperately wanted to be inside her again. I grasped her buttocks and lifted her right off of the floor turned and lowered her onto the bed and settled myself between her long slender legs, my rigid member pressed hard against her slit the tip rubbing across her clit. I reached between us and guided my erection between her moist pussy lips rubbing firmly between the lips and over her butterball, causing her to moan in anticipation. My glans found the entrance to her vagina and I eased it slowly through the soft tightness and then suddenly I was sliding into her moist depths until I could go no further and our groins were locked tight together.

Luci made a small whimpering noise. Her face was only inches from mine, her mouth was open and her eyes were wide and sparkling, she touched her lips to mine briefly. "Fuck me!" she hissed simply, "Just fuck me!"

I gripped her hips firmly and began to hump slowly, thrusting in and out with measured strokes, pulling back almost to the point of withdrawal and then pushing forward until I had speared her again with my complete length. A first she lay beneath me almost without movement barely responding to each stroke a tiny moan escaping her lips with every inward thrust. Then gradually her responding thrusts became firmer and her legs settled around mine and we were locked into a rhythmic thrusting of long and sustained bliss which went on and on and gradually became more frenzied until we were lunging at each other, slamming together and my prick became a rod of pulsing, tingling pleasure. 

We were both moaning, shouting and crying out in pure ecstasy, I think that Luci may have cum but nothing in the world could have stopped us hammering together at that point. I didn't believe that I had any spunk left to give but then I was jerking and cumming and pumping another hot stream of jiz hard into her until I was finally totally drained and we both collapsed, quivering and shaking with the sheer force and violence of our coupling. 

We lay locked in each other arms panting and totally exhausted for a long time. Finally I rolled over and reached for her cigarettes and we lay, Luci nestled in the crook of my arm and shared a cigarette, we didn't speak and after a time I realised that she was asleep and pulled the cover over us. 

I must have slept the sleep of exhaustion as it was almost six o'clock when Lauren shook me awake. Lucinda was still asleep at my side and only stirred when I slid out of the bed.

"Get dressed and then come down to the kitchen!" Lulu said, then started to giggle, "If you haven't shagged each other too bow-legged to make the stairs that is ..... God but you were bloody noisy last night!" 

I took my clothes to the bathroom, showered and dressed and went downstairs. The twins were both sitting at the kitchen table, in matching white towelling dressing gowns with cups of tea and there was a mug of coffee waiting for me. 

"I'll walk down to the garden centre in a little while," I told them. "When Emma comes in I'll tell her that we got home late and I went into the office to do some swatting for my exams and fell asleep." It was a good cover story, I often used the office to work late or study and quite frequently spent the night there, and I always kept a change of clothes in my locker.

Lauren and Lucinda both looked dishevelled and tired but absolutely, bloody beautiful considering that none of us had really managed to get much sleep that night. I was ravenously hungry and so I raided the fridge and cooked the three of us a monster breakfast of eggs, bacon, mushrooms and fried bread, followed by toast and marmalade, which we polished off between us. By the time I had washed up the dishes, the girls were filling the washing machine in the utility room with last night's bed linen and it was getting towards the time that I needed to leave if I was going to be into work before Jack arrived. 

We all knew that this was the last time that we would get to all be alone together before they left for France on Friday.

Lauren, as usual, was the one who put it into words. "You belong to us now, James Riley!" she said putting her arm around my waist. "We do not expect you to stay celibate whilst we are away.... If fact .... " she added "we want you well oiled and ready for action when we come home! Just remember, this is a three way family business we don't want any bloody outsiders getting their feet under the table, OK!" 

"The Three Musketeers, eh?" I chuckled, "One for all and all for one!"

"Absolutely!" Lucinda put in, "There is not a thing that we three can't do for each other! Or learn to do, if necessary!" she added laughing.

They both came with me to the kitchen door and each clung to me for a final long kiss and then I made my way down the lane to the garden centre. I knew that the twins were planning to come home for a few days for Emma's eighteenth birthday in May but that seemed an awful long time away. They were my cousins, they were fantastic in bed both singly or together, but I had grown genuinely fond of them again, they were fun to be with and I liked them. I was going to miss them, I wasn't yet nineteen but if I never got fucked again, I would still die happy, but I also knew that my prick would not stay lonely for long.



The Touch Ch. 16



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Chapter 16: Partings, Panties and Punch-ups

I need not have worried about creating a cover story for Emma as it turned out that she thought that I had left early for work and had not even realised that I had not been home. The new gardener, Colin Llewellyn arrived on time and I left him to do the guided tour with Jack and get kitted out with the garden centre working gear. Everybody else had their work plans for the day and so I went back to the office, poured a coffee and started drawing up the task sheets for the Craven Lodge and Cedars jobs which I wanted to begin to work on straight away now that Colin had arrived.

Shortly after eight, Mum telephoned to say that everything was under control in York, Aunt Susan was obviously very distressed but was well supported by local friends and so she and Maggie would be driving back after lunch and should be home in the early evening. The funeral could not be held for a couple of weeks as Uncle Andrew's mother and brother now lived in Australia and needed time to arrange their flights back to the UK, which meant that Maggie could still take the twins to France and stay for a few days. To be honest I had not known until then that Uncle Andrew even had a mother and brother.

The next call was from Lauren. "Mummy has telephoned and told us to expect her home this evening." She informed me. Then went on, "I just thought I would let you know that Luci and I are now going back to bed until after lunch .... We are totally shattered .... And it's your fault for fucking us to exhaustion last night!" I quickly glanced over my shoulder to make sure that Emma wasn't nearby or listening on the other extension, but she appeared to have gone down to the shop. 

"I'll see to you tomorrow," I laughed, we were planning to have a family evening together before the girls went away, "But I'm not coming near either of you until then, it's too bloody perilous!" I hung up as I heard Emma coming up the stairs and turned back to my work sheets. 

It was the 1st of February and although December and January had been incredibly mild it had suddenly become a lot cooler during the day and the weather forecast was predicting ground frosts by the weekend. It was the night of Emma's first evening class and she needed to be into college by seven and so, after I had closed up I took the Land Rover and drove her into Salisbury.

"I'll come back and pick you up about nine-thirty." I told her. I watched her walk into the college building and then drove home. 

Mum got home about eight and told me all about Uncle Andrew's heart attack and subsequent fall from scaffolding at the York Minster, whilst I made her some tea. She was, however, happy that Aunt Susan and she had made up their differences and were friends again, and said she would explain it all later. She looked exhausted and wanted to turn in early so after we had sat and talked for a while, I gave her a hug and drove back into town to pick up Emma. 

The first thing she said as she climbed into the Land Rover was, "God, I'm hungry... I haven't eaten all day!" I hadn't either and so I drove over and parked at the market and we walked around the corner to Stoby's Fish and Chip shop. As usual there were queues waiting in the shop for the take away and so we went upstairs to the small dining room, managed to get a table and got our food in double quick time. Stoby's was something of a tradition in Salisbury; the shop had been there for years and was probably the best fish and chip shop in the city. When we were kids I would go to rugby practice on Saturday morning and then meet Emma from her ballet lessons and we would get fish and chips and eat them from the paper as we walked home. We must have sat for a good hour just sipping our Cokes and talking about those remembered Saturdays, Emma's book-keeping course and work, until we realised that we were the last customers and the waitress was waiting to close up. Over the past couple of years since Dad left we had drifted apart and I had forgotten how much fun being with Emma could be when she was in a good mood. It had turned quite cold by the time we left and Emma did not have a coat and so I took my Barbour jacket off and draped in around her shoulders as we walked back to the car. 

"Well you can't say that I never take you anywhere now." I joked as we started for home. "I don't splash out on fish and chips and a coke for all my dates, you know."

"Christ Jay," she hissed in mock disgust, "You are such a cheapskate! If you really wanted to impress a girl you would at least offer to take her to the 'Pharaohs' gig at the Corn Hall in Devizes next Friday!" 

"OK," I replied, "It's a date." I had been promising to take my sister out somewhere for weeks and she was trying so hard to please everybody and I needed to make a gesture. Besides, the 'Pharaohs' were not a bad band, they were local and I had seen them before, they usually put on a good evenings entertainment. Emma and I had been really tight until Dad left and I had missed that closeness.

"Really?" She gasped in surprise, "You really mean it?" 

I nodded. "If you want to bring a couple of your friends, that's fine ..... just ring up and find out if we need tickets in advance."

"No, just the two of us." she said very quickly, "You are so busy now; I never get to spend any time with you alone." 

The Land Rover had a single long bench seat in the cab and Emma slid across until she was close against me and leaned her head on my shoulder, I had obviously said the right thing for once. She had wriggled into my coat and was obviously cold; as we left the city proper and got on to Lower Road there was no traffic and I automatically hooked my arm around her shoulders, hugged her to me and we stayed that way until we turned into the lane leading to home. 

When we got in, neither of us wanted to wake Mum so we just crept up to our rooms. On my way back from the bathroom I remembered something that I wanted to ask Emma and lightly tapped on her door. She didn't answer, but the light was on so I pushed it open and peered in. She was on her bed already sound asleep still wrapped up in my waxed coat over the top of her pyjamas. I flicked her light off and closed the door. My sister could be really strange at times!

Thursday was absolutely manic, as there was so much to do before Maggie went off to France the next day. I was up, and ready to go in to work by six o'clock and to my surprise Emma followed me into the kitchen as I was making coffee, dressed for work and bright eyed and bushy tailed. 

"I'll just grab a bowl of cereal and then I will ride in with you and we can make an early start." She said. "I suppose you had better have this back." She added, handing me my coat. I never asked about why she had been sleeping in it, but I noticed that the collar had a slight aroma of her perfume. 

Maggie joined us in the office about seven, so we went through the tasks that needed doing to make sure that I was covering everything that she normally handled and then took a quick tour around the garden centre to speak to all the staff and ensure that everybody was happy in their allocated tasks and then spent an hour with Boris Keppel discussing details of the building work. We would be closed to the public from Monday to Wednesday the next week so that the steel erectors could put up the main framework for the big canopy. 

As Maggie was going to be in the office until mid-afternoon, I took the Land Rover and drove Colin and Kitty out to Craven Lodge and we spend an hour walking round and discussing the plan of work. Georgia Craven was not at home but she had given us carte blanche to come and go as necessary. Colin immediately grasped what needed doing and suggested a couple of minor changes to the plan which were sensible and practical; he and Kitty would be doing most of the work on the estate and so I was happy to defer to his judgement. 

After leaving Craven Lodge we drove over to The Cedars Retirement Home and did a similar recognisance there. Jane Harvey came out to meet us in the drive and joined us as we walked around the grounds and I explained to her what we would be doing in the next few days. As the garden centre was going to be closed to the public, I had decided that Colin and Kitty could start work at Craven Lodge on Friday and carry on working there through Wednesday, whilst I would come out to The Cedars with Mikey and Neville, the two student part-timers to help me for a few hours each day.

We got back to the garden centre and I left Colin to sort out the kit he would need and load up the van ready to make a start in the morning whilst I checked in with the office. My next task of the day was a planned trip to a farm just east of Hungerford to look at a mini-tractor which was for sale. As Steve was quite knowledgeable about vehicles I waited until he had finished his morning deliveries and then we drove the thirty odd miles to the farm at Foxley. The guy who owned the tractor was selling up his whole farming operation and looking for a fast sale and was happy to leave us to check out the vehicle. I was disappointed with the overall appearance of the tractor and Steve confirmed that it really was not a good buy and so we had a wander round the yard whilst waiting for the owner to return. 

"If he wants to sell this, you might want to make an offer," Steve said. He was examining a small fork lift truck standing just inside a barn. "It seems in good order," he climbed on and turned the ignition key and the motor coughed into life and the fork frame ran smoothly up and down the cradle. I saw that the trader label was the machinery supplier that 'Ben the Bastard'' worked for, so the provenance of the vehicle was good, Ben may have been a wanker but the equipment he sold was always first class. When Brian Bell, the farmer returned I suggested that we would be interested in the fork lift instead of the tractor and he was happy to agree a price and even offered to deliver it to us the next week with all the documentation and collect his cheque. I knew that Maggie would approve, we were starting to desperately need some serious moving equipment now and tractors were far easier to come by than the right sort of fork lifts at the right price. 

During the drive back I casually asked Steve about his army mate Jocko and his wife Laurie. "He seemed a good sort," I remarked, "Do they live locally?" 

"Yes, off the Devizes Road somewhere, I think," he replied, Jocko is stationed in Germany and so only gets home every few weeks for a couple of days!" He added. I had no intention of looking up Laurie, although I had thought about her often since seeing her again, I was just curious. 

As Maggie and the twins were leaving early the next morning for Dover to catch the cross channel ferry, Mum had invited them at to our house for supper. By the time that I got home I could smell dinner cooking in the kitchen and Emma had already started to lay up the dining table. The meal was lovely, roast lamb with rosemary and a redcurrant sauce, followed by a good traditional roly-poly pudding and custard, it had been Lucinda's idea, she had pointed out that she and Lauren would not be getting another good old fashioned British roast until they came home in August. I am not a big fan of French cuisine, too many dishes made with cream and food that should be hot is usually served luke warm. 

After dinner I went out into the garden to smoke, it was a chilly evening and I pulled on my waxed jacket and strolled down towards the old summer house. I heard the twins run up behind me. 

"God, but it's cold out here!" Lucinda exclaimed. "I hope you realise how we are suffering just to get to say goodbye to you privately!"

"In here," I said drawing them into the summer house. I glanced up at the house, the curtains were drawn in the sitting room and the light was out in the kitchen, the garden was in total darkness and I did not believe we could be seen. There was not too much room as the summer house was used to store the garden furniture during the winter but it didn't matter, we did not intend holding a dance in there.

We clung together, the three of us with our arms around each other and kissed deeply and passionately, each of the twins alternately kissing me on the mouth or pressing their faces into my throat. It was impossible to be with the twins like that without wanting them and I felt myself starting to get a hard-on. I'm not sure who my prick was pressed against but it was Luci that I was kissing when I felt a hand slowly rubbing up and down my length. 

"Jamie! Luci! Lauren! Are you out there?" I could hear Emma calling to us from the house. I peeked out of the window and could see her outlined against the back door.

"I'll go back," Lucinda whispered, "I'll tell them that you two are having another cigarette. Just don't be too long." She gave me one final kiss and then broke away. The hand continued to stoke my dick and so I guessed that it was Lauren doing the rubbing. I peered around the window frame again and saw Luci's shadowy form running towards the house and heard her call out something to Emma, their outlines appeared briefly at the door and then it closed again.

"Oh, God!" Lulu murmured, clinging to me, "I am going to miss you soooooo much. I don't know what you've done to me but I can't be near you now without wanting you to fuck me!" It was certainly true that Lauren really did have an unbelievable case of 'The Hots' recently. She was the only one of the twins that I had knowingly started to use the 'The Touch' on, that night at Christmas, and it started me wondering again it there really was something strange and unusual happening when I used my hands on a girl in that special way. 

She had one arm around my neck and her lips were lightly touching mine our tongue tips just gently flicking at each other. I felt her hand leave my prick and grasp mine bringing it down to her crotch. She had on a thick woollen mini skirt and as she drew my hand beneath it I realised that she was wearing stockings instead of tights, and her panties were only a tiny triangle of silk which was already moist with her juices of arousal. 

"Make me cum.... Quickly.... Now!" she panted, "Just once more .... Please!" She pushed my hand hard against her pussy so that my fingers were sliding the fabric of her panties aside and were pressing between her pussy lips. She was hot and wet already, but then Lulu could get that way almost instantly. My fingers, wet with her juices explored her slit then found her clit and started to massage. Lulu was gasping and quivering, and I knew that she was close to orgasm. I continued to rub and caress around and around her slick butterball and then suddenly her whole body was in spasm she was gasping and her forehead was butting furiously against my shoulder as she tried not to scream out loud. I put my arms around her and hugged her to me and held her until her passion subsided. 

She reached up and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips and then stepped away. "For God's sake, light me a cigarette!" she panted, "Then we had better go in."

We smoked our fags as we walked back up the garden. We didn't say anything, there was nothing to say, we had said goodbye to each other in our own special way. By the time we got to the house my boner had gone away and Lauren seemed composed although as we stepped into the lighted hall her face looked a little flushed. I strolled through to the sitting room whilst she darted up the stairs and I heard the bathroom door close behind her. Nobody questioned what we had been doing in the garden and when Lauren came into the sitting room she had repaired her make-up and looked calm and innocent. 

Maggie and the twins left about nine-thirty. Mum and Emma walked with the twins to the car whilst I stood in the drive talking quietly to Maggie about a couple of last minute business things. Finally we got to the driver door and Maggie gave me a long tight hug, pressing her whole body full length against mine, then kissed me briefly on the lips, "I'll call you" she whispered in my ear. 

I went around to the other side of the Range Rover to formally say goodbye to the twins whilst Mum and Emma kissed and hugged Maggie. The girls both gave me a very cousinly kiss and hug although somebody managed to discreetly squeeze my buttock and I felt Lulu push something soft into my jeans pocket. 

"It's a keep sake," she breathed against my ear as she hugged me, "Don't loose it!" 

Then they we all in the car and Mum, Emma and I stood in the drive waving as they drove off. 

Mum had cooked supper and so Emma and I washed the dishes and then we all sat in the kitchen and finished off the wine that was left from dinner. Mum was on early shift the next morning and I wanted to be into the garden centre in good time and so we all hugged and went upstairs to our rooms. I wasn't particularly tired and so I selected a cassette of Vivaldi's 'Four Seasons' put it into my music centre and lay on the bed listening with my eyes closed. I heard a soft tap on my door and Emma came in and crossed the room to sit on the edge of the bed.

"I am going to miss Luci and Lulu," she said sadly. "We've all had a lot of fun this winter, haven't we?" I agreed with her, but Emma would never know how much fun the twins and I had really had together.

"Can I lay and listen to the music with you, for a little while?" she asked, "Like we used to do when we were kids, I feel a bit lonely knowing they are not going to be here tomorrow." 

She didn't wait for an answer just swung her legs up onto the bed and settled down beside me her head on my shoulder. I wasn't sure that it was a particularly good idea her laying there as being with Lauren earlier had left me aroused but unfulfilled and the warmth of her body against mine was already starting to cause a faint stirring in my loins. 

She just lay there with her eyes closed unmoving, nestled in the crook of my arm, I watched her face and the movement of her small breasts rising and falling. By the time that the tape finished her proximity had given me a boner and Emma had fallen into a light sleep. I needed to end this now! I sat up and gave her a sound smack on the arse, my palm cracking against her tight jeans.

"Yow!" she yelped, springing up from the bed. "What ........?"

"Time you found your own bed," I said grinning. I was not sure if I smacked her to wake her up or because she was the cause of my unwelcome hard-on. 

"OK," she pouted, "But I'll bet I've got a bruise now!" She started to undo her jeans. I jumped up and grabbed her arm and steered her out of the door.

"Well you can go and look for it somewhere else!" I said firmly. Then I added more kindly, "See you in the morning Emms ..... happy dreams."

She moved off down the hall towards her own room her jeans slipping a few inches with every step. The last I saw of her that night was her neat, flat arse in a pair of clinging white cotton briefs with red polka dots disappearing into her room.

"G'night Jay!" she called sleepily over her shoulder. 

I closed my door and started to get undressed, then remembered that Lulu had pushed something into my pocket. I pulled it out. It was a small ladies handkerchief but wrapped inside was the tiniest of bright, peacock blue silk g-strings, a triangle of soft material that did not even cover the palm of my hand. It was still slightly moist; I pressed it to my nose and could smell the sweet pungent odour of Lauren's sex. I carefully folded it back into the handkerchief and hid it at the back of my desk drawer, the only one that I could lock. 





The Touch Ch. 16



The next morning I was at the garden centre before six o'clock but I could see that Maggie's Range Rover was not outside the house, they must have left for Dover really early. Emma had been right, I was going to miss the twins while they were away but what was really ridiculous was that I was already missing Maggie and it wasn't twelve hours since I last saw her. 

Maggie telephoned me at the office on Saturday just to say that they had all arrived safely at her sister's farm near Dijon. I was good to hear her voice if only for a few minutes. 

Mum was on one of her shifts where she had to work during the weekend and so on Sunday I went over to Maggie's house to check that everything was OK and secure and drove the VW Polo back so that I could take Emma out for a practice drive. When she got her provisional licence and started her driving lessons I had bought several sets of learner L Plates the re-usable sort that are made from a clingy plastic and just rub on and peel off. She was turning out to be a good steady driver and I didn't think it would be long before her driving instructor put her forward for her driving test. 

Despite being cold it was a bright sunny day and so we took flasks of tea and coffee, sandwiches and crisps and drove down the A38, then turned off onto the A31 through the New Forest National Park and stopped at one of the woodland picnic areas with tables and benches to have our lunch, and I sat and tested her on her Highway Code. I should not have really been surprised but she got nearly every question right first time. Emma was in a bright, chirpy mood and fun to be with so we made a leisurely drive home in the afternoon and got back just before Mum came in from work.

I had promised Josh that I would meet him for a drink that night at the George & Dragon pub and so after dinner I drove the Polo back to Maggie's house and put it away in the garage, collected my Vespa and went into town. Josh and I spent a couple of hours playing darts and just talking lad's talk but it was still only just after ten when I got home. I had had a couple of pints of bitter and desperately needed a pee and went straight upstairs to the can. 

As I came out of the bathroom I noticed that my bedroom door was slightly open and there appeared to be a light on in the room. Mum was downstairs watching the news on television, so if there was somebody in there it had to be Emma. What the hell was she up to, now! The door was only open a couple of inches and so I peered through the crack. At first I couldn't see anything except that the small reading light was on next to my old leather club chair. 

Then I saw that Emma was sitting slumped down in the chair, her head was tilted backward over the low chair back, her eyes were closed and she was making tiny moaning noises. Then I realised why! She was wearing a white cotton night dress which was hitched up around her waist exposing her crotch and she was masturbating. I could clearly see her pussy and the dark patch of pubic hair above, her fingers fluttering in and out of her slit caressing and rubbing her clit and I could hear the liquid slurping sounds coming from her wet pussy.

Watching a girl play with her self is a major turn on for any man and watching Emma was a turn on for me even though she was my sister; I felt the familiar swelling starting in my jeans. I quickly moved away from the door and silently crept down the stairs. Ok, so I knew that all girls masturbate the same as all boys jerk off, it's a fact of teenage life, and it didn't shock me that my sister did it, but what was she up to; I knew she had been going into my room recently but why had she chosen my room to give herself a finger fucking. This really was on a level that I felt I could not discuss with Mum and so I decided just to put it to one side for the time being. 

I made myself a coffee and took it through to the sitting room and sat talking to Mum until I heard Emma moving about upstairs and knew she had left my room then kissed Mum good night and went upstairs. I closed my door and had a look around the room; nothing seemed out of place although it did look as if Emma had been lying on my bed again. I went over to the old leather armchair and on an impulse bent down and sniffed the seat. There was a faint aroma of female pussy fluids, I felt an erection starting and so I slipped the bolt on my door, put out the light then stripped off and sat in the chair naked and slowly jerked off. My mind was filled with the picture of Emma's pussy and her white hand giving herself head, and my balls rested on the spot where her pussy fluids had dripped. 

The next three days went remarkably smoothly. Fortunately the weather remained dry but cold so everybody was able to get on with the planned work. The steel erectors turned up with two very large cranes and by the end of the second day the main stanchions were bolted onto the footings and supporting cross beams were in place. On Wednesday the cranes hauled the roofing beams into place and by the end of the day the main framework was bolted and welded and ready for the glaziers to fit the glass panels. 

Colin and Kitty spent the three days at Craven Lodge. I left them to it. I felt that both were totally trustworthy but when I drove over Wednesday afternoon I was astounded at how much work they had actually done. Several of the larger ornamental flower beds had been completely cleared of weed and the shrubs and perennials that were worth keeping had been tidied up or cut back as required. I was really pleased, it was important for customer satisfaction, that Georgia Craven should be able to see an instant result. 

One of the first things that you learn as a gardener is that you keep a thermos flask of tea or coffee with you at all times, especially during the winter. We sat on the steps leading down from the terrace with our hot drinks and talked about what needed doing next. 

"Manure!" Colin said in his rolling Welsh tones. "I need a good ton of quality live fertilizer for those flower beds, see. Dig that into the soil now boyo and we will be ready to start planting out about Easter time."

"OK," I agreed, "I'll get Emma on to it as soon as I get back to the office." 

Colin was happy to carry on at Craven Lodge for the rest of the week; he intended to take the shears to the Leylandii hedge and so I said it would be a waste of resource having Kitty just holding the ladder for him so he could have Neville with him on Thursday and Mikey on Friday. 

I had spent three half days at The Cedars with either Neville or Mikey assisting me and we had made similar progress although less dramatic and so I asked Kitty if she would take over there for the rest of the week, she would take the small van and Colin could use the Land Rover. I made a mental note that we really needed to start seriously looking for another vehicle if we were to have more than one team out on jobs at the same time. 

I had left Mikey at the Cedars and so I picked him up and we got back to the garden centre just as the steel erectors were starting to dismantle their cranes. The wind had got up quite strong and it was starting to cloud up. Boris Keppel was on site overseeing the work and assured me that the glass fitting team would be starting in the morning and that it would be safe to allow the public back onto most of the site. 

Emma was sitting at her desk in the office when I came in surrounded by deep piles of invoices and delivery notes, she had decided to use the three day closure to re-organise our filing system and, as she put it 'drag us kicking and screaming into the twentieth century'. I had to admit that she had made a first class job of it and the whole office was now well organised and efficient.

"Can you 'phone around the suppliers tomorrow and see if you can get us a ton of fresh organic manure?" I asked her, "It needs to go straight out to Craven Manor, just let Colin know when it's coming, I don't want it coming here, we already have enough on our plates without being up to our knees in horse shit!" 

"I think I know where we can get loads of it, whenever we need it, and at a much better price than the merchants charge!" she said. 

"Tell me," I said warily, expecting some sort of 'bull shit' joke. 

"Shelby's Riding Stables!" she replied seriously, "Don't you remember, they always had great heaps of horse manure going begging and I'm sure Philippa Shelby would be more than happy to make a deal!" 

I had almost completely forgotten Shelby's, it was a very large riding school and stables out on the Warminster Road, Emma, the Twins and I had all learned to ride there when we were about eleven and Emma and I had continued to ride every weekend until Dad left and the money ran out. I remembered Philippa Shelby as being a very attractive woman who would probably now be in her mid thirties. She was a former show jumping champion; her father had owned the business but had died several years ago and left it all to her.

"OK, that's a brilliant idea!" I said, "Fix something up with Philippa and we will go out there and have a chat. Be nice to see the place again." 

By the time I had let the staff and builders out and locked up the main gates the wind was starting to get quite gusty and heavy rain clouds were gathering overhead and I had to put the floodlights on to be able to walk round and check that everything was locked up and secure for the night. I brought the Land Rover round to the front of the shop and loaded Emma's bicycle into the back, there was no point in her riding home in a storm.

"It's all fixed!" Emma announced as I came back into the office, "I have called Philippa and she is happy to do a deal, I said that we would go out to see her Monday or Tuesday next week, OK?" 

"Yeah, that's great." I answered. I was desperately trying to remember what Philippa looked like, it was probably about three years since I last saw her and all I could recall was that she had shortish light brown hair, a wide smile and a firm, round arse in very, very tight jodhpurs.

We had an early dinner and I drove Emma to college for her evening class and decided to hang about town and wait for her. It had poured with rain and was still very cold and windy and so I just sat in the Land Rover outside the college and listened to a Bach CD on my Walkman. 

Suddenly something banged hard against the tail gate and there was shouting and I could hear a girl crying. I opened the door and jumped down. There were three lads and a girl at the rear of the Land Rover, the older boy probably about my age had the girl on the floor and was holding her by her hair with one hand and slapping her with the other. The other two lads were about fifteen and were just standing watching with stupid grins on their faces. I've never been able to stand the idea of women being knocked about it always raised a deep Irish anger in me, what Dad used to call 'The Black Rage of the Fianna' and I wasn't about to put up with it now. 

"Enough!" I barked advancing on the older lad, "Leave her alone!" 

"Mind you own fucking business...and piss off!" he shouted at me and swung his leg back to give the girl on the ground a kick. 

Before his foot could land I stepped in and threw a straight left which opened his cheek and then the three of them were on me in a pack. I was bigger and stronger and I knew that I was hurting them and nobody had actually landed a strike to me that hurt, but I also knew that if they got me down then I was going to be in serious trouble with three of them putting the boot in. 

Then suddenly there was one less, one of the younger boys was on the ground clutching his groin and gasping for breath and I was aware that somebody else had joined the ruck. I swung a heavy backhanded fist at the other young one and felt his nose crunch, and then they were all running away. The girl had gone too; she must have slipped away during the fight. 

I looked round at the guy who had come to my rescue, only it wasn't a guy, it was a girl! And what a girl, she was bloody gorgeous! This girl could have stepped straight off the pages of a fashion brochure or a Hollywood gossip magazine. She was as tall as me, with long flowing brown hair, a perfectly proportioned face, an hour glass figure and green eyes which flashed with an inner flame. She was dressed in skin tight blue jeans, brown leather cowboy boots and a white shirt with a frilly front beneath a short denim jacket. She wasn't wearing a wedding or engagement ring. 

"Thanks!" I managed eventually when I had finished gaping like a moron. "Things were starting to get a bit hairy there for a while!"

She laughed. "Hell, you seemed to be doing OK, but I needed some exercise." she grinned. She was American, her accent was soft and rolling and just added to her overall sexiness. 

"Well, I'm really glad you felt the need when you did," I chuckled. "It's Jamie, by the way." I held out my hand. 

She shook it, her handshake was warm and firm, "Mandi .... Mandi Schultz," she offered. 

"Not a lot of girls would have waded in like that," I said, "I think I at least owe you a drink or better still dinner," I offered, "What are you doing on Saturday night?" She just stood and studied me for a good thirty seconds. 

"I guess I am having dinner with you." she replied eventually, smiling broadly. 

"OK, yes ..... yes .... That's good," I burbled idiotically, I hadn't really believed that she would accept just like that. I fished two of my business cards out of my pocket and handed them to her with a pen. "That's me, Jamie Riley, " I stated unnecessarily, "Just write your address and 'phone number on one and I will pick you up about eight, OK?" 

She scribbled on the card and handed it with the pen back to me. It was another hour before Emma finished her class and I was about to ask Mandi if she would like to get a drink or a coffee when we were surrounded by a bunch of female college students who were obviously her friends.

"I have got to go now!" she said, "These gals were just showing me around their college, but I'll see you on Saturday, yeah?" She turned and followed her friends off towards the street, I watched her go ..... if she looks back she's interested my Dad used to tell me, as they reached the gate she turned back and gave a little wave then tossed her hair and was gone. 

I got back into the cab of the Land Rover and put the light on; the address on the card was the Milford Hall Hotel, one of the better end places to stay. She must be a tourist I thought. I tucked the card safely into my wallet; I needed to think of somewhere really decent that I could take her for dinner on Saturday. I also decided that I wouldn't tell Emma about the punch-up or about Mandi, she could sometimes get a bit peculiar and protective about my dates.

Thursday and Friday both turned out to be cold, windy and wet days and so all plans of working outside on the gardening projects had to be postponed and the glaziers informed me that it would be too dangerous for them to start work on the canopy over the yard. I was not that worried as the building work was well ahead of schedule and Boris Keppel had re-assigned his own people to get on with some of the inside work in the restaurant. 

It looked as though the foul weather might continue for several days and so I suggested to him that as one of the shop units was now finished we move the garden centre shop into it temporarily and his people could start work extending the shop in the old farm house buildings and putting in new staff facilities, most of that work was inside and would keep the builders busy for several days regardless of the weather conditions. Now that we had more staff of both sexes we needed dedicated men's and women's staff lavatories and had decided to extend the old locker room and put in a couple of showers and changing rooms. With everybody on site it was all hands to the mill and by the end of Friday we had relocated the shop stock from the old building into the new unit. Maggie 'phoned again on Friday morning to say that she would definitely be coming home Monday morning, the twins had settled in well, they would be happy as their aunt had horses and they were both fanatical riders. Maggie and I just chatted for a few minutes about nothing in particular; neither of us even mentioned work. 

I had promised Emma that I would take her to the 'Pharaohs' gig at the Corn Hall in Devizes on Friday evening. She was ready and waiting to go by the time I had changed. She had put on a bit of weight in the right places over the past couple of months and was wearing her usual black sweater and leggings but now filled them really well. Her hair was brushed and Mum had done her make-up for her, I had to admit that she looked rather tasty that night. The gig was due to start at eight and as it was only 25 miles away we left about seven-thirty in Mum's car and managed to get parked in a nearby street, and discovered that there was already quite a large queue at the Corn Hall waiting to be let in. I paid for the tickets and we pushed our way into the Merchant Suite in the basement. It was quite crowded and we fought our way to the bar to get drinks before the warm up band started playing. 

"What do you want?" I shouted to Emma, there was music already playing, the band was tuning up and everybody was talking so it was already quite noisy. 

"Vodka and tonic!" she shouted back, indicating that she wanted a tall one. Mum had never actively discouraged either of us from drinking alcohol, we had been allowed watered table wine from about age eleven and as an adult 'legally' able to drink I had developed a taste for good Scotch. I had never known Emma to drink spirits, but this was her night out, and so I wasn't going to argue with her over it, maybe it made her feel grown-up and she had certainly been acting in a very adult fashion lately. I was driving so I just had a Coke; I really wasn't much of a social drinker anyway.

There were only two live bands, the warm up act, called 'Wandering Hands' who were quite good with an excellent drummer, and 'The Pharaohs' who as normal were top notch. The hall was crowded hot and noisy and everybody was crammed together with a lot of dancing happening all evening. Emma was really enjoying herself and shook her glass at me asking for a refill a couple of times, but on the third ask I shook my head, she pouted a bit but accepted my decision, the gig was drawing to a close anyway. I had to admit that I had enjoyed the evening too; Emma was a lot of fun we joked and mucked about the way we used to and we both did a lot of jumping about, I even danced with her several times. 

The gig turned out about ten-thirty and everybody stampeded out onto the street, a lot of the locals gathering around the old fountain in the square. As we made our way back to the car I noticed that the cold air had hit Emma hard and the vodka was taking effect, she was swaying slightly and had started to giggle a bit. 

As we got back into the Salisbury suburbs I pulled into a filling station to replace Mum's petrol and bought a couple of take-away coffees in paper cups, drove a couple of hundred yards further down the road and stopped in a lay-by. 

"Here," I said handing her one of the cups, "Sip some of this, I don't want Mum thinking that I took you out and got you rat-arsed." 

She giggled, "I am a bit pissed, aren't I?" I was just glad that she didn't show any signs of wanting to throw up. We drank the coffees and I took the cups over to the rubbish bin then got back into the driver seat, she seemed to be a bit steadier and less giggly.

"Thanks for a lovely time, Jay," Emma said, "I really enjoyed myself." She did seem happy, she was smiling and her eyes were sparkling and she looked really cute. She hooked her arm through mine and hauled herself up close to me resting her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my neck and her lips were gently pressed against my jaw, soft and warm and wet. I turned my head to speak to her and her lips were suddenly only a few millimetres away from mine, the tips of our noses were touching and then her hand came up and lightly pulled my face forward and we were kissing.




The Touch Ch. 16



This was not a chaste brotherly-sisterly kiss; this was full on hot and deep. I couldn't help myself I was falling at a hundred miles an hour into the hot cavern of her mouth our tongues gently sliding over each over and both of us moaning softly into the others mouth.

My hand came up of it's own accord to rest over her well shaped if small breast and my thumb moved to caress the firm nipple that I could feel hardening even through her bra and sweater. 

She gave a small sharp gasp. It broke the spell! I pulled my hand away sharply and gently eased our mouths apart. Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide and pleading.

"No! No, Emms, No!" I said as gently as I could manage with my own breath coming in desperate pants. "We can't do this.....!

"Why? We're not doing anything.... Not really? She sighed sadly. 

"You know why!" I replied, but I did not push her away, and I knew that I should. 

I just sat there with my arm around her and her face nestled into my throat; I could feel warm tears on her face. We sat like that for maybe thirty minutes until I felt her breathing change, she had fallen into a light sleep; it was the unaccustomed intake of alcohol and the excitement. It was another half an hour before I felt her stirring against me and eased her into a sitting position in the passenger seat. She rubbed her eyes with her fists like a small delicate child and yawned then looked at me and gave me an enormous big beautiful smile. 

"We had better be going home, now." I told her and keyed the ignition.

"Yes," she agreed softly. "It was a fantastic evening though."

We didn't say anything about what had happened between us, for tonight it was over, but it wasn't going to be forgotten, not by either of us.

Saturday morning I was at the garden centre early, I had left before Emma got up, I wanted both of us to have a little bit of space before we saw each other in the glare of daylight. She cycled in just before eight and seemed to be her normal self except that she reached up and gave me a small kiss on the cheek when she said good morning and she looked a little bit hung-over. We didn't really see much of each other during the day as Eileen had the day off and Emma needed to spend most of her time in the shop. 

Mum had said that I could borrow her car again that evening and so I showered and changed into my suit and left for Salisbury about seven thirty. Neither Mum nor Emma asked me where I was going or who with, so I just dropped a vague hint that I was meeting friends. 

I parked in the Milford Hall Hotel car park and went into reception and asked for Mandi Schultz at the desk. The receptionist telephoned her room and suggested that I sat in the reception to wait. It was about ten minutes before Mandi came out of the lift looking totally stunning. She had put on a figure hugging, grape-purple velvet cocktail dress gathered at the waist with a lilac silk sash with a large bow on the left hip. The dress was strapless and displayed her generous sun tanned cleavage emphasised by a single crystal drop pendant. Her hair was a deep shiny, chestnut brown and hung around her shoulders almost as deep as her elbows. I was so glad that I had chosen to put on my suit and was wearing a tie. I hated to see couples out, where the girl had made an obvious effort for the guy but he just looked like a homeless bum, it showed a real lack of respect.

I stood up to greet her. "Wow!" I said, "You look absolutely fabulous!" She laughed; her laugh was deep and throaty and left me with a tingling sensation in my groin. We walked to the hotel door, and I helped her into the short black satin evening cape she had brought with her. "Wait here," I said, "I'll bring the car around!" 

I had booked a table at The Old Mill Restaurant, at West Harnham on the outskirts of the city; it had only recently been refurbished and was fast gaining a reputation as a quality restaurant although I had not been there before. The restaurant is located in the old 15th. Century building which was the first ever paper mill in England and the mill stream still ran through the building. The food was very good, we both choose seasonal game dishes which were a speciality of the house, and shared a bottle of good claret but skipped desserts and sat for a long time over coffees, cigarettes and brandies. 

Mandi turned out to be a great companion; she was lively, fun and intelligent. She told me that she was from California, was 22, unattached and in England with her mother who was something connected with the U.S. military and was attending a series of conferences hosted by the British Army. Her mother has already moved on to London but Mandi had wanted to stay in Salisbury to sight see for a few days. This was to be her last night in the city as she was driving up to London the next day. 

We left the restaurant and as we walked over to the car park I slipped my arm around her waist, she did not protest but snuggled up closer so that our hips were touching as we walked. It was cold, but a clear night without cloud and the stars were vibrant pin pricks in the black velvet of the sky and we just stood for five minutes leaning against the car, arms around each others waists and smoked a cigarette watching the water of the mill stream flow past before leaving. 

I parked up at the hotel and walked with her into the reception. She collected her key from the counter and then came back to me. 

"Would you like a night cap, or another coffee?" she asked. I nodded agreement and she guided me through to the bar. The shutters were down and the barman was locking up.

"If you are a guest, you can get drinks from the hall porter." He told us. 

"Oh, to hell with that!" Mandi laughed, and then softly asked me, "Why do all the bars close so early in your country?" I glanced at my watch, it was just after eleven and most places would indeed be closing up. She grabbed my hand and led me through reception to the lift. "I have a bottle in my room and there is instant coffee if you prefer that." The lift tinged and the doors open and she pulled me in and pressed the button for the first floor.

She opened her door and led me in. I felt a familiar tingling start in my loins just at the thought of being in her bedroom. She kicked off her shoes and went over to the dressing table and held up a bottle of brandy, "Is this OK?" she asked, "There are several tumblers in the bathroom."

"Yes, that's fine." I said and went into the bathroom and came back with two glasses. She had put out the main lights, lit the wall lamp over the large double bed and was standing by the window looking down onto the street. I took off my jacket and tie then poured a couple of generous slugs of brandy and brought one over and placed it on the window sill then put my arm back around her waist, my hand resting on her hip.

She took me a bit by surprise with her next very candid remark, "If you are staying the night, then you had better help me out of this dress!"

I didn't really have a smart answer and a simple yes didn't seem enough for what she was offering and so I said nothing but pressed my lips to her bare shoulder and kissed along to the back of her neck lifting and moving the tumble of long chestnut hair until I was nuzzling and kissing along her other shoulder. She tilted her head backwards and made a soft moan.

"Oh, yeh! That's awesome!" She murmured, "You can do that some more!" I did. Slowly I kissed and nibbled my way across her bare back and then brought my hands up to gently massage her shoulders and the back of her neck and up into the hairline under that magnificent mane of hair. Her skin was cool and so smooth.

"Oah! Oah! Oah!" She was making little grunting moans deep in her throat and rolling her head from side to side as my fingers kneaded and caressed her neck and bare shoulder whilst I ran a finger of the other hand gently down the hard little mountain range of her exposed spine until I found the zip at the back of her dress. My fingers trembled a little as I eased the zipper down exposing her bare back and the waist band of her lavender silk panties. The dress must have had support cups as she was not wearing a bra and I slid my hands down over her exposed tanned flesh, inside the edges of the fabric until they rested on her slim waist. My lips followed and I drew my tongue down her naked back leaving a warm tiny trail of saliva from her neck to the just visible joint of her buttocks. 

I pushed my hands forward inside her dress until my finger tips met over her belly and then drew them up until they made contact with the underside of her breasts then moved them further until I was covering each round voluptuous tit with the palm of my hand and I felt the front of the dress fall away. 

Mandi either had not noticed or didn't care that we were still standing in front of the window and so without releasing her breasts I drew her around and away from view and into the centre of the room by the end of the bed. 

I turned her round to face me and buried my lips into her throat, her gorgeous hair flowing around my face and brought my hands back to her breasts, gently squeezing the firm globes which completely filled my palms, then brought my lips down to nip and suckle her swelling brown nipples. She must have been sun bathing in the nude as the tan on her breasts was flawless without the white strips that even the smallest bikini top leaves. I felt her hands come down and push into the waist of her dress pushing it down over her hips until it dropped to the floor and she was able to step out of it. Her naked skin was fantastic, like cool silk, and I ran my hands over it again and again from shoulders to waist, to her thighs and then upwards to clasp her firm neat bum cheeks. I was so absorbed with paying homage to her body that I totally failed to realise that she had worked the buttons of my shirt undone and was tugging it down my arms. I shook it over my wrists and it landed on the floor with her dress. 

I flicked my belt undone and kicked myself free of shoes, socks, shorts and trousers and we were standing together only inches apart naked except for her lavender silk panties. My rock hard erection was like a third person between us Mandi holding on to it with one fist and brushing the tip lightly against her belly. I put both hands on her arse and drew her to me until our bodies were pressed together, my prick trapped between us, her nipples burning into my chest, and our faces only an inch apart. 

Everything seemed to be out of order, we were standing together, naked in the centre of an hotel room and we hadn't even kissed yet. Her head was tipped back a little, her eyes were closed and her lips apart and I could just see the pink tip of her tongue behind them. I pressed my lips softly against hers and probed gently with my tongue until it found hers and the tips were exploring each other lightly pushing and licking at each other as if engaged in a mating ritual of their own. I ran the tips of my fingers down her back and felt a shudder course through her body and then her mouth suddenly mashed against mine in a wild passion filled kiss that went on and on and left me breathless my hand sweeping over her fabulous silky body and my prick humping furiously into her fist, and thrusting against her stomach as if trying to hammer a new entrance into her womb. 

Mandi's legs were trembling as badly as mine and so a scooped her up in my arms and laid her down on the bed. Her arms snaked around my neck and pulled me down half on top of her and our mouths found each other again and I felt her hand return to my prick and start to lightly work up and down the length. 

I reached back and slid my fingers over her belly and pushed them beneath the waist band of her panties nudging them down until they were rolled into a thick string which I could tug over her buttocks. My hand moved over her pussy which was smooth and hairless except for a soft triangle of neatly trimmed fluff just above her pussy lips. My finger probed into those soft lips and she moaned softly into my mouth and her hand suddenly closed tightly squeezing my prick. I felt that I was about to explode.

"God... you're going to make me cum doing that!" I groaned. She laughed and squeezed again, this time just below the glans which felt blown up like a balloon and ready to burst.

"Hell, that's the whole idea!" she chuckled in my ear, "But not until I get to ride the flagpole!" 

I got the message. Between us we managed to untangle her from her rolled up panties and I hovered over her whilst she grasped my prick and skilfully manoeuvred it against the opening of her vagina and I felt the tip pressing through that tight entrance and thrust forward ramming my rigid boner deep into her hot liquid tunnel until it would go no further. She let out one long deep gasp and then her knees came up and her thighs locked around my waist, her heels drumming on my buttocks and I discovered a depth of penetration that I did not know existed. I rammed into her with all the strength that my legs could provide and she responded in kind rocking in time with my thrusts until I felt that my prick was being swallowed deep into a tunnel of hot wet velvet and I could hold back no longer. I exploded into her in long hot streams, over and over, my prick jerking out one long load after another until the glans was numb. 

"Oh God, I'm sorry.... I couldn't wait ..... you haven't ..... " I mumbled between panting. She had fucked me dry but I didn't believe that she had made touchdown. 

"The night is not over yet!" she chuckled. She ruffled my hair and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips and eased herself out from under me. "As compensation, you can play busboy and go and fetch the drinks and smokes," she laughed. 

Mandi was quite correct...the night was far from over. We sat and talked whilst we sipped our brandies and I learned that she was taking a break from law school to be in Europe with her mother, she was a keen rider and coached a female soccer team. I discovered that in the United States soccer was viewed as a girl's sport, in rather the same way that most rugby players regarded it in Britain. 

She noticed that I had drained my glass, "Hey, wanna have some of mine?" she purred and dipped her finger into her brandy and dripped the golden spirit in a thin trickle down her belly and then added some more which she used her fingers to rub into her soft triangle of pubic hair. 

"Bloody hell, I'm suddenly really thirsty!" I laughed, then slid down the bed until I was kneeling between her open thighs and brought my face down to lap at the quickly drying rivulet of spirit. Mandy giggled and poured a small puddle of brandy from the glass into her navel and I licked and sucked at it quickly before it ran off of her belly and onto the bed and then kissed my way down to the small tangle of spirit soaked hair covered it with my mouth the spirit sharp on my tongue and gently teased it with my teeth, my tugging eliciting a small yelp of surprise. I looked up at Mandi, her hands were pressed to her tits, squeezing them together and pinching her nipples. It was a real turn on to watch her and I kept my eyes fixed on the dark brown nipples between her fingers as I drew my mouth down to her pussy lips. The warm dampness of her pussy was tangible, I had only to reach out with my tongue and find her clit, it was already very swollen, deep pink and peeking out from under it's fleshy hood like a rose bud. I licked at it, drawing my tongue over and around the engorged centre of her pleasure and then trapped it gently between my teeth flicking at it with my tongue where it was drawn into my mouth. 

Mandi moaned loudly and ground her hips up into my face forcing her pussy harder against my mouth. Her juices were flowing over my lips and chin, she was so very wet and tasted fantastic, maybe because of the coating of cognac already lining my mouth. I spread her long shapely legs even further apart and buried my face in her pussy probing and lapping and finally forcing my tongue as far into her vagina as I could reach. She had brought her hands down and they were gripping my head, fingers thrust deep into my hair, pulling my face even harder into her crotch. I moved up her slit dragging my tongue against the lips and then sucked down hard on her clit. 

She bucked hard, arching her back right off the bed and if I had not been firmly gripping her buttocks would have dislodged my lips from her pussy. 

"Aaaaaaah!" she screamed, "Man, that is real good ..... eat that mother-fucker!" I renewed my efforts and suddenly she was thrusting and screaming, her legs thrashing above my head and her pussy leaking hot juices by the bucket full as her orgasm hit hard and long. 

My own erection was throbbing furiously and her thrashing was causing it to bang up and down, thumping on the bed and then smacking against my own stomach. Then she went limp and fell back to lay silently on the bed. I heaved my self up over her, her eyes were closed, her mouth was open in a silent voiceless scream and her fingers were twisted into her hair and her chest was heaving up and down her breasts gently swaying rather than wobbling. My prick was poised above her slit which was wide open the inner labia so engorged and swollen that it was protruding from the lips and I could see the mouth of her vagina making small spasmic movements. The only thing in my mind at that moment was the overwhelming desire to be inside her and I slowly urged my prick into that moist entrance. The moment that my glans was engulfed in the fiery moisture of her love tube I could wait no longer and just had to thrust into her. Her quivering wetness gobbled up my length and she let out a long low moan, her legs wrapping themselves around mine and we were frantically ramming against each other grunting and moaning until my prick felt as if it was about to split open with the built up pressure and I heard myself shouting wordlessly as I ejaculated into the deepest depths of her, in thick, hot squirts.

I left the hotel by the stairs about five in the morning, the night porter was nowhere to be seen in reception and so I let myself out, it was very windy and pissing down with rain. I had left Mandi naked in that large warm double bed and I wished that I was still there with her. We had made love again languorously before I went and said our goodbyes sitting on the edge of the bed drinking cups of black, instant coffee. I had made sure that Mandi had my business card and she said that she would call me if she ever came back to the U.K., she had written her home number on the other card and I promised to contact her if I ever got to The States. 

I had to get Mum's car home before she needed it for work at seven, otherwise I think I would have still been hard inside of Mandi until she had to check out of her room. I did not really believe that we would ever see each other again, but .... She was a lovely person and a bloody beautiful woman, and I would never forget our night together.



The Touch Ch. 17



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Pt. 17 The Secret Desires of Schoolgirls

I was woken by the telephone ringing at eight o'clock on Sunday morning. It was Maggie calling to say that she was already at Calais and waiting to board the morning ferry to Dover, she had left Dijon and four o'clock in the morning to get to Calais by seven. The weather forecast had been reporting high winds and gales across France with lots of structural damage in the rural areas and there were quite severe storm warnings for the channel. She was a day early and should not have been returning until Monday but the cross channel ferry operators were already warning that sailings might be cancelled on Monday and Tuesday. 

The weather was pretty foul throughout the Southern Counties of England as well, with high winds and driving rain and so I told Maggie that I would be spending the day at the garden centre just in case there were any problems with the greenhouses or temporary structures, and that she could telephone me there if she needed me. The logical part of my brain told me that I was being over protective. Maggie was one of the most sensible people I knew and Mum had often told us stories about when they were teenagers and were both mad keen sailors and into all sort of tough activities like mountain climbing and pot holing. But, I still felt a bit more comfortable knowing that if she did call from this side of the channel; I could turn out with the Land Rover and get to her within a couple of hours at most. 

I pulled on a polo necked sweater and a pair of jeans under my yellow oil skin, then rode in on the Vespa; riding in that wind and rain was a pretty hairy experience, there were trees down and I had to take several diversions. It was a measure of everybody's loyalty and commitment that by the time I got to the garden centre half an hour later, Jack was already there checking for broken glass or leaks in the greenhouses and Steve turned up about ten minutes later to see if there was anything he could help with. As it happened several of the stays supporting the marquee had torn loose and it took both of us the best part of two hours to make the big tent secure again. We were both cold and wet despite the fact that we were wearing weather proof coats and were ready to go in when Jack came down to the edge of the back field and beckoned us up to the office building miming that hot drinks were ready. I was surprised to find that it was Emma who was in the staff room and had made teas and coffees and brought in enough ham rolls from home for everybody to have one. She had still been in bed when I left but had chosen to cycle in through the pouring rain to see if she could help. I was really impressed that she was taking her new found commitment to the business so seriously. 

The telephone rang in the office and I pounded up the stairs like a maniac and grabbed the receiver. It was Maggie. To my relief she was safely across the channel and on her way home, she had stopped at a hotel near Tunbridge to get a coffee and call me. She said she would be home in about three hours. By mid-day the rain had stopped and the wind had abated a bit, we had covered those jobs that were necessary and so I thanked the guys and told them to go home and spend what was left of Sunday with their families. I intended staying at least until Maggie got back; Steve offered to drop Emma off at home and so after I locked the gates I went back to the office to catch-up with some studying. 

I was about three thirty when I heard Maggie's Range Rover on the back lane and the side gate opening. I went down and she was standing in the yard. She looked cold and tired and it was starting to rain again. 

"Lock up and come up to the house for a hot drink," she said, "I'll wait for you in the car!" 

It took me no time to close up the office, grab my coat and lock the side gate. I climbed into the passenger seat and she drove up to the house. She left her keys in the ignition.

"I'll go in and make some coffee," she said, "Will you put the car in the garage for me?" She got out of the car and went up to the house door whilst I ran around the car, got in and drove to the garage. It was almost déjà vu, I had a vision of the last time she had asked me to put the car away, and how that had led to my getting shagged by Lucinda in the garage.

It was pouring with rain again by the time I had secured the garage and I ran up to the back door, which Maggie had unlocked and left standing open for me. I kicked off my muddy boots and hung my coat in the lobby. Through in the kitchen, coffee was starting to bubble in the percolator and I could hear the shower running upstairs. The coffee maker settled and I poured out two mugs, black and strong.

"Well, you can give me a welcome back hug, now!" I heard her say from behind me. I turned around and she was standing in the kitchen doorway wearing a blue velvet jogging suit and rubbing her damp hair with a fluffy white towel. I did not need telling twice; I stepped up and pulled her close lifting her feet up off the floor. 

"God Maggie, I've bloody missed you!" I said, swinging her round in a circle. I stopped and she just hung there suspended against me her feet tucked up behind her. We stood like that for what seemed to be an eternity but was probably only a few seconds and then she lowered her feet to the ground and I released her from my bear hug. There was a wild tension starting in the pit of my stomach, if I did not step back there and then I knew that I would do or say something really stupid and ruin everything. "Come and sit down and have a cup of coffee." I said finally. 

"Christ but you're strong Jamie; I think you have crushed every bone in my body!" she laughed, "But it is nice to think that somebody has missed me; I think the girls couldn't wait for me to leave so that they could start terrorising the French countryside without their mother watching!"

We sat at the kitchen table and talked, about how the twins were settling in at their aunt's farm, what they planned doing during their stay, then moved on to the situation in York with Aunt Susan. Maggie had telephoned her before leaving France and it seemed that the funeral was to be held next Friday and was to be a small private service for family only, Maggie and Mum would be attending and she suggested the Emma and I might wish go as well. I really did not want to go and with the uncertainty the bad weather was causing, I felt that one of us should be here anyway to liaise with the building contractors and Maggie agreed.

I poured some more coffee and we moved on to talking about what had been happening with the business over the past week, the unavoidable building delays, and the prospect that we would not be able to move forward until the present storms abated as conditions were too dangerous for the construction workers to be climbing about on ladders or scaffolding. In the end we decided that it would probably be sensible to close completely on Monday as the predictions were for even worse weather and we spent half an hour telephoning everybody and telling them not to come into work. I would come in naturally, just to keep and eye on things and do the usual checks on the greenhouses. 

Suddenly I realised that it was almost half past six. "Are you hungry, I know I am?" I asked her. 

"Yes, I am a bit," she replied. "I hadn't realised it until you just asked, but I'm more tired than anything."

I knew there would not be much in the way of fresh food so I had a look through the larder and came back with a couple of cans of chicken soup, some crackers and crisps, we did have butter in the 'fridge. I held up my prizes for her approval and then opened the cans and tipped them into a saucepan to heat whilst I got out bowls, plates and cutlery and buttered a pile of the water biscuits to have instead of bread with the soup. There is nothing quite as warming and friendly as a bowl of soup when you are cold and hungry even when it comes out of a tin and after we had eaten I could see that Maggie felt better. 

I poured another couple of coffees and dumped a decent slug of whisky in each and we took them through to the sitting room, and sat on the rug, very close together with our backs to the couch and smoked a couple of cigarettes and talked some more and listened to the wind buffeting the windows and the rain pattering on the glass. After a while Maggie began to yawn and I could see that the days travelling had caught up with her and she was starting to fall asleep.

"I should go home, and you should go to bed." I told her getting to my feet. 

"That is just silly!" she said, yawning again. "You can't ride that moped home in this weather and you will probably want to be back again before first light. Why don't you stay here for the night, you can use one of the guest rooms, or even one of the girl's rooms I'm sure they wouldn't mind!" She eased herself off of the floor until she was sitting on the edge of the couch. "Just call Gwen now and tell her you are staying so that she doesn't worry." 

I got the telephone and called Mum and told her that Maggie was home safely and that I would be staying for the night because of the weather, she agreed with Maggie that it would be madness to ride the Vespa in the worsening storm. 

When I turned back Maggie was slumped forward and very nearly asleep. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her through to the hall and up the stairs, flicking off the light switches as I went. I could feel that she was wearing nothing beneath the jogger suit, she had twisted around to put her arm around my neck and I could feel the warm imprint of her breast through my pullover. When we reached her bedroom I took her over to the bed and sat her on the edge whilst I pulled back the duvet, removed her slippers, then switched on the bedside lamp. She opened her eyes halfway and smiled at me dreamily. God, but she was so beautiful!"

"Go to sleep now," I said quietly, "I'll see you in the morning." Then I laid her down and tucked the duvet over her. Before I could go she reached out and took hold of my hand. 

"Thanks for being here," she murmured sleepily, "It was so nice having somebody waiting for me when I got home, I haven't had that for such a long time!" I lent over and kissed her gently on the forehead and then started to go again. She held onto my hand, "Stay for a few more minutes," she whispered and patted the bed beside her, "just keep me company for a little while."

I walked around the bed and lay down beside her. She had rolled over so that her back was to me and I was lying on top of the quilt and she was under it. Her hand found mine and drew it over so that my arm lay across her waist and our fingers were interlaced. I could feel the warm firmness of her body through the thick duvet; her honey blonde pony tail was hanging out of the cover. I pressed my face into it and my nose was full of the light herbal perfume of her shampoo. 

I felt really strange. I wanted Maggie desperately, more than any other woman I had ever seen or met, the proximity of her body was arousing and I was glad that my erection was trapped behind my jeans and separated from her by the thickness of the bed cover, but laying there I was not only consumed with lust ..... I was content just to be there beside her. 

After a while I felt her breathing change and knew that she was asleep. The knuckles of our fingers were still tightly locked together and I could not pull my hand away without waking her and so I just lay there enjoying being close to her. 

I awoke with a start about seven-thirty. Maggie was still sound asleep beside me beneath the duvet much as we had been last night when we fell asleep; except, she must have got up at some point during the night because she had fetched another quilt and covered me with it. Our bodies were spooned and although still separated by the thickness of the quilt I could feel the outline of her buttocks against my night time erection. 

Outside the wind was howling and I could hear the rain crashing against the bedroom windows. I didn't want to get up, I was warm and comfortable and I was lying next to Maggie and I could have happily stayed like that forever, but I knew that I had to move. I crept down the hall to the bathroom, stripped and took a shower and then redressed. I always kept some throwaway razors and some spare under clothes and socks in my locker at the garden centre and I could shave and change later. Maggie appeared to be still sleeping when I looked in and so I went down to the kitchen and put the coffee pot on and did the washing up from the previous night whilst I waited for it to brew. 

My brain was a total muddle. I had spent the night with Maggie, spooned on the same bed, only separated by the thickness of a quilt, one half of my brain was calling me a total pillock for not making a play for her, or even using 'The Touch' to get into her pants. The other half was rationally telling me that IF anything was ever going to happen, and it was a very big and unlikely IF, then it had to come from Maggie herself, otherwise was to invite total disaster.

I poured two mugs, drank half of mine and then took the other up to Maggie's bedroom. She was awake and looked ruffled but refreshed and was smiling brightly, I handed her the mug.

"I'll see what I can find for breakfast," I told her, "then I had better go down and have a look around the garden centre .... The storm is really bad now!" 

"OK," she replied, "I'll get dressed and come down, then we can go together." 

I went back downstairs and found a loaf of sliced bread in the freezer which would defrost in the toaster, there was butter and marmalade and a can of grapefruit. By the time Maggie came down I had made us toast and poured fresh coffees. She was wearing a thick oiled wool fisherman's sweater and jeans, and even without make-up I thought that she looked lovely.

"You look radiant this morning." I said, I wasn't hitting on her, the words just slipped out.

"Thank you, Gallant Knight." She laughed. "I'm not sure that it is true, but I am glad you think so." I was at all not sure if there was something I should be reading into her remark and so I just smiled and got on with my breakfast. 

After we had eaten we walked down to the garden centre and toured the site. We didn't seem to have taken too much damage during the night but the wind was so strong in the open that it was difficult to stand and it had whipped any loose paper or small items into a pile against the chain link fence. The rain stopped during the morning but the wind just seemed to get stronger and just after eleven there was an almighty crash somewhere over the back of the site. We both put our waterproof coats and boots on and left the office and walked up towards the greenhouses. A stack of large plastic water butts had blown over and were rolling about the yard and we dragged them into a more sheltered spot and then moved on to check out the greenhouses. 

The first two were fine but there was a gaping hole in the roof of the third. I unlocked the door and flicked the light switch, the electrics were obviously out and so I told Maggie to stay outside until I had isolated the power and then we went in. The damage had been caused by a plastic dustbin, the type of black rubberised tub that was issued by the council to householders for domestic waste. The wind had picked it up from somewhere and hurled it through the roof of the greenhouse. Apart from the broken glass there was not a major amount of damage, one of the benches had been knocked over by the impact and a dozen or so trays of pansies were scattered about the floor. I righted the bench whilst Maggie started gathering up those plants that could saved and replanting them in their pots or trays. We agreed that there was no point trying to make repairs to the roof and just dragged the benches away from any incoming rain. 

By the time that we had checked around and got back to the office the rain had stopped and the wind appeared to be dying down. By mid-afternoon the worst of the storm seemed to be over. That was Monday 13th February 1989 and the radio news told us that the winds had been the strongest in the Southern Counties since records began; we felt that we had got away lightly with the small amount of damage we had taken. We got out the Land Rover and drove into town, the supermarket had not opened that day in common with most businesses but we found a local corner shop and Maggie bought a bag full of groceries to take home. On the way back I spotted a café which was open for business and we stopped and had plates of sausage, eggs and chips it was all that they could offer but we were so hungry that we both had double portions and it was heavenly.

Maggie had a Chamber of Commerce meeting to go to that evening and so I dropped her off at her house and then collected my moped and rode home.

The next day was dry and the wind had dropped completely. Boris Keppel and the foreman from the glaziers were at the garden centre at first light and agreed that they could start work again immediately. Boris said that he would get the project electrician to see to the electrics in the damaged greenhouse and then get somebody to repair the glazing. We were lucky to have tradesmen on site, most people would probably have to wait days or weeks to get storm damage repaired. 

It was St.Valentine's Day. When Emma came into the office she brought up the post from the letter box on the main gate. As well as the normal business correspondence there were three Valentine's cards, two of them were for me and one was for Emma. I handed Emma her envelope and she took it un-opened into her own office. The first card I opened had a local postmark and was a 'sniffer' card, which contained a small square of fabric onto which a girl could put a drop of her perfume; I really didn't recognise the scent. The only inscription was 'Call Me!' The other card had no message but the handwriting on the envelope was a give-away, it was from Emma. I wasn't sure if I should say anything to her and so I binned the envelopes and just stood the cards on my desk. 

A few minutes later Emma came through and put her arms around my neck from behind and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I guessed that she thought her card was from me, it wasn't, I had never sent a Valentine's Card to anybody in my life. I guessed that it was probably from Tim, I knew that he still had a crush on her. She immediately homed in on the cards on my desk, and went straight for the one from Kristen, picked it up, read the verse and sniffed the perfume, then laid it face down on the desk.

"I like the other one best," she stated haughtily, "It's far more sincere and not tacky!" She hadn't even looked at it so it was a dead give-away that it was from her, I decided that discretion was the better part of valour and said nothing.

I took a bit of ribbing from Maggie when she came in and saw the cards, she sniffed at the perfume, thought for a minute and then whispered, "Kristen Olsen, if I'm not mistaken." Women seem to know these things. Emma must have heard because she stormed in snatched the card and dumped it straight into my waste paper basket and stormed back to her own office and slammed the door, leaving Maggie and I in fits of silent laughter. 

"Your mother told me you had a bit of a problem with Emma," she grinned. Maggie really didn't know the half of it! Yes, Emma was becoming very clingy, but I was starting to respond and that was the real problem.

The whole team were in and already working to clean up the mess from the storm and so I decided that I would take a run out to Shelby's Riding Stables and talk to Philippa Shelby about the supply of manure, and then call in at The Cedars to see if there was any storm damage to the gardens. Maggie intended to spend the day in the office catching up and Emma was still sulking so I decided to go alone on my Vespa.




The Touch Ch. 17



The stables were only five miles or so to the north west just the other side of the village of Great Wishford and I pulled into the stable yard about 15 minutes later. It was a traditional Edwardian stable layout built in the early 1900's with brick stalls, coach house and tack room around a central square court yard and several paddocks behind. The large Shelby family house stood at the rear at the top of a winding drive. 

The stables seemed busy, there were several cars in the drive and a small group of parents standing talking; I had forgotten that it was half term and that the schools were on holiday for a week. I could see a group of pre-teen girls standing in the open doorway of the coach house obviously listening to somebody who was out of my line of vision; I guessed that they were a beginner's class. 

There was a couple of young guys in overalls and rubber boots, who were probably stable lads standing leaning on brooms and gawping at a very shapely and attractive arse in extremely tight riding britches the owner of which was bent double over a large tack box which had become wedged in the doorway to one of the stalls. The idlers realised that I was watching them and nudged each other and wandered away grinning. The shapely and attractive arse had not moved and I could not see the face that belonged to it as I approached. It was a real effort not to pat those tight pants but I settled for clearing my throat loudly to attract attention.

"Harrumph! Excuse me..... " I ventured. The arse flattened as it's owner stood up and turned to face me to reveal a girl whose body was equally as shapely and attractive as the rear parts. She was about my age, 5' 6" tall, with a typical rider's firm figure, nice round hips and backside, a narrow waist and flat stomach, well shaped generous tits and muscular legs. Her face was attractive with a wide mouth, blue green eyes and shoulder length blonde hair. She was dressed in a dark blue denim short sleeved shirt, beneath a green quilted Barbour gilet, very tight grey riding britches and knee length boots. I noticed immediately and to my dismay that she was wearing an engagement ring. 

"Hello, can I help you?" She enquired. I just stared at her for several seconds; there was something vaguely familiar about both her face and her voice. She stared back. 

"I'm looking for Philippa Shelby .... I am expected." I announced. "My name is ......."

"Jamie Riley." She interrupted. She had me at a disadvantage. "I know exactly who you are," she went on, then paused and laughed at the obvious look of astonishment on my face. "I was at school with your sister Emma, a group of us used to hang out together when we were about thirteen ..... I think we all really had the hots for you and your mate Josh, although I doubt you even noticed us."

The penny finally dropped. "Oh yes, ..... you're .... Janice Cooper, er no .. Janice Copman, right?" I stuttered. I remembered the group well, Emma used to bring them to the house; they had been one of my mainstay masturbation fantasies when I was fourteen. Even then Janice had been a real cracker, a vivacious, blonde girl who was just starting to blossom into womanhood and knew it!

I noticed that she was blushing a bit. "Well you are all grown up now and certainly worth noticing." I grinned. 

"Are you flirting with me?" she giggled. Then turned and started to walk off across the yard, "Come on then," she called over her shoulder, "Philippa is in the coach house with the beginners but she should be through in a few minutes. Then I shall have to take them to meet the ponies." 

"You can take me to meet the ponies, any time." I heard myself saying. Bloody Hell, that was a really naff chat-up line; but she was laughing anyway.

The school girls were coming out of the big double doors. "Look me up when you've finished with Philippa," she suggested, "I know what you are here for, we can have a coffee and I'll show you some horse shit to match your bull shit, eh!" We both laughed and then she was leading the chattering gaggle of girls through an arch to the beginner's paddock. 

"Hello Jamie, nice to see you again" Philippa opened, "I see that you have already met Jan, my head stable girl. Come into the office and we can have a chat." We shook hands and she led me back into the coach house to a small cubby office at the rear, sat at the desk and kicked a chair over towards me. 

Philippa Shelby was much as I remembered her only better. She was maybe 37 or 38 and attractive with a delicate face, almost elfin, with hazel eyes and blonde streaked light brown bobbed hair. She had an athletic figure with breasts that seemed very pointed under her tight moss green polo neck sweater, a neat waist and very long firm legs clad in tight fitting jodhpurs and green rubber boots. As far as I knew she had been married once some years ago but was obviously divorced as she had been alone since before Emma and I had started to come to the stables eight or nine years back, and she was not wearing any rings now. I would definitely be adding her to the list of guests for our grand re-opening supper at Easter; I was guessing that she would look great in a dress.

It only took a few minutes to conclude our business, she was more than happy to let us have as much manure and straw compost that we needed at a really knock-down cost, as long as we guaranteed to collect it regularly a couple of times a month. In return I told her that I would supply her with a number of large plastic storage bins which the manure could be collected in and would aid with the transportation. We walked out to the stable yard and she turned to me.

"It was a pity that you and Emma stopping riding, you were both very good." She said. She patted my arm and smiled, her whole face lit up, "If Maggie hadn't got to you first, you could have come and worked for me ... you still can if you get fed up with gardening." We both laughed, she squeezed my arm and went off in the direction of the paddocks. Was she serious, I wasn't sure?

I found Janice still struggling with the tack box and tugged it free for her and dragged it into the stall, then we crossed the yard to the tack room and she boiled the kettle for instant coffees. We sat and exchanged potted histories of our lives for the past five years and swapped gossip about mutual acquaintances. Finally, as the subject hadn't come up I asked the question which was at the top of my list.

"I guess you are engaged then?" I said, pointing at the ring on her finger. 

She gave a sexy, throaty chuckle, "If that's what is stopping you from asking me out, there's an easy solution," she said and twisted the ring from her finger and pushed it into her pocket. "There, I'm free and available now." She added.

"Is there something here that I'm missing?" I asked. It was a strange thing to do and she was obviously and blatantly coming on to me. 

"No..... But there is something good that you'll be missing if you don't get round to asking me out." She giggled. "I have waited since I was thirteen for this opportunity and I'm not going to pass it up this time."

We both laughed but I did agree to telephone her before the end of the week and arrange a date. "Where are you living now?" I asked. 

"Right here," she replied, "Philippa lets me have the old coachman's flat above the carriage house." 

We got up and started to leave the tack room. It was so full of clutter that there was only just room to squeeze between the racks of saddles, harness and the stacked boxes and sacks of feed. The light was quite dim and we both tried to get between two stacks of sacks at the same time. Suddenly her body was jammed against mine, her tits were pressed hard against my chest and my thigh was between hers and pushed hard into her crotch. We both started to laugh which actually made the situation worse. 

"Bloody hell, Jamie!" She giggled. "You don't waste much time do you, sod the foreplay get straight into the rape and pillage, eh?" 

"Oh, I can manage foreplay if you want," I chortled, and brought my hands up to lightly cup her breasts, thumbing her nipples through shirt and bra. She didn't protest or attempt to move for a good thirty seconds and then twisted away giggling. 

"Call me!" she threw back over her shoulder then lightly ran out into the yard. By the time I got out of the tack room she was out of sight.

Janice was definitely a prick teaser but she seemed to be interested and there was no way that I was going to pass up a golden opportunity.

It was mid-morning by the time that I got to the The Cedars. I gave the gardens a quick check and then went around the back to the kitchen. The cook for the home, Danny, was a very pleasant man who was always to willing to make who ever was working the gardens a tea or coffee and had even brought sandwiches out to us once. He made coffees and we took them outside and sat on a bench by the kitchen door chatting. I was just about to ask him about Janet when she put her head out of the door.

"Oh, there you are Dan, the boss wants you in the office." she said, and then spotted me. "Hello Jamie ..... have you been avoiding me?" She sat down next to me in the place that Danny had vacated. She looked exactly the same as the first time I met her, fresh and smiling and cute and sexy in her white uniform. "I thought you were going to take me out on a date?" 

"Er, yeah ... that would be great," I replied. What the hell was going on I thought to myself, suddenly all these girls coming on to me, first the card from Kristen, then Janice and now Janet, perhaps even Philippa!" Maybe it was something to do with it being St.Valentine's Day ..... Oh God! I thought, I hope it's not a bloody leap year. 

"If you can make one evening next week, it would be good." I said, "We have a family funeral at the end of the week so I am going to be pretty busy at work." I explained. I fancied Janet and didn't want her to think that I was just tweaking her strings.  

"I have an evening off on Thursday," she suggested. "The new Schwarzenegger film 'Red Heat' will be on at the Odeon .... If you fancy that?" 

OK, great!" I enthused, Arnie films were usually good fun and a dark cinema on a first date was always a bonus. "Shall I pick you up here?"

"No need, I've got my own car," she said, "Can we meet outside the cinema about seven ... just in case my shift overruns and I am late getting away."

I needed to talk to Mrs. Harvey about getting a tree doctor in to look at some of the cedars that had been damaged during the storm. I had done basic tree care as part of my course work but this was specialist stuff. I walked through to reception with Janet and then spent five minutes with Jane Harvey in the garden pointing out the injured trees and explaining the work needed. She gave me a free hand to call in a tree surgeon and bill it as part of the maintenance contract. 

When I got back to the office the flowers had arrived. I had never sent out Valentines cards in my life, but this year I had ordered three bunches of red roses to be sent to the office, one for Maggie, one for Emma and one for Mum which I would take home with me when I left off. There wasn't any ulterior motive; I just wanted to acknowledge them as women not just family. 

Emma was really pleased and smothered me with hugs and kisses. "I knew that you cared." She whispered into my ear pointedly and her happiness was not dampened when I told her I had not sent the card and suggested that it had probably come from Tim. 

Maggie was more controlled but gave me a beaming smile, a hug and brushed her lips lightly across mine. "That is the first time that I have had flowers on St. Valentine's Day since Robert died," she said a little sadly. I held her tightly in my arms for a couple of minutes before going back to my own desk.

I did notice that the card from Kristen had now completely disappeared; it was no longer on my desk nor in the waste bin. I raised my eyebrows in query to Maggie.

"Don't ask me," she laughed, "your sister is your problem." Then she added in a more serious vein, "Do you want me to speak to her, woman to woman, sort it out?" I considered for a moment if I should tell Maggie everything; about Emma masturbating in my room and the kiss we had shared briefly in the car. We were all getting along so well together these days, Mum, Emma, Maggie, the twins and me, I was not going to risk our relationship, I had no choice but to continue to walk that tightrope for a bit longer. 

"No," I said, "it will work itself out in time."

I called Janice the next day and suggested that we met up on Friday or Saturday evening, and was a bit disappointed when she said that she was already busy those nights. In the end we agreed to spend a day together later in the month, I was due a couple of days off and she suggested that we could go riding in the afternoon and get a drink somewhere in the evening. Emma wasn't in the office and so on an impulse I rang Kristen Olsen, and invited her out on Friday, a date she accepted. I was glad that I had called her as she told me she was about to come over to the garden centre to see me in person and I really didn't want her butting heads with Emma. 

We were very pleased with the speed at which the builders progressed for the rest of the week and by the end of the week they were not only on target but well ahead with some tasks. The glaziers had brought in a hydraulic cherry picker, and had very swiftly got most of the glass roofing panels in place. The whole structure was now starting to look very impressive. The gala re-opening was planned for the 25th March, Easter Saturday, five weeks away and we were confident enough that we would achieve completion by that date that Maggie had sent the invitation cards for guests off to the printers. 

I was up at four thirty on Friday morning to make tea and breakfast for Mum and Emma as Maggie was picking them up at half past five. They were intending to drive up to York for the funeral, stay over night and drive back sometime on Saturday. 

Kristen had asked me to meet her at the Cathedral Hotel about nine o'clock and so I had plenty of time to shower and change and grab a couple of hours rest before driving into Salisbury in Maggie's VW Polo. Maggie had caught me on Thursday coming in soaking wet after riding through the rain into work on the moped, and had suggested that until the twins came home in August I should treat the Polo as my own, she seldom used it and to be honest it made sense. I was determined to use the Vespa as much as possible as the running cost was so much lower but having a car in bad weather or when going out on dates was a real bonus.

There was a disco and sometimes a live band in the bar at The Cathedral on Friday and Saturday nights and it was becoming one of the popular night spots in town. I knew that Kristen and her set of friends were usually there most Fridays and it was where we had all come as a family to celebrate the twins passing their driving test in January. The disco was in full swing when I arrived and the bar was full with the dance floor already packed. I had no difficulty finding Kristen she was standing just inside the bar waiting for me. Glancing into the bar I could see several younger guys and girls that I knew as casual acquaintances or by sight, I had been to school with several of the boys but did not really move in their social circle. 

Kristen was wearing either the same very short, white lace, baby doll dress that she had been wearing the last time I saw her, or one very similar. This time her lingerie, which was clearly visible through the almost transparent dress, was royal blue and matched her high heeled shoes and clutch bag. Her very long, very blonde, hair had obviously been brushed until it shone and the tresses had been twinked into subtle waves at the tips as was the fashion that year.

She almost immediately threw her arms around my neck and gave me a firm wet kiss on the lips. I uncrossed my fingers, and inwardly gave a sigh of relief; at least she seemed to be sober this time.

"Hi Jamie," she purred, "I'm so glad that you came ... I wasn't sure if you would .... I was beginning to think you were avoiding me." 

"Of course I haven't," I lied.

"At least you don't have your ghastly cousins in tow this time," she giggled. The last time that we were here Lauren and Luci had almost physically chased her away from me on the dance floor. I thought it best to change the subject. 

"So, what would you like to do?" I asked, "We can stay here, go somewhere else, or, if you are hungry get something to eat in the restaurant?" 

It looked as if a multiple choice question was going to be more than she could handle! Kristen was absolutely stunning to look at, bright and bubbly and could be fun, but despite both her parents being brilliant lawyers, the poor girl really was a bit of a bimbo. I remember Lulu referring to her once as 'The Barbie Doll' all hair and no brain. She could be a bit irritating at times but I genuinely liked her, and she had a fantastic body. I decided to let her off the hook.

"Let's get a drink and we can decide later," I said and steered her around the dance floor to the bar. I bought her a Bacardi and Coke and myself a straight tonic water. We sat on a couple of high bar stools and watched the dancers thrashing and gyrating to the music being pumped out by the DJ in the corner. We had two or three more drinks, mingled with various groups of friends or acquaintances and when the DJ started to play ballads I allowed her to lead me on to the dance floor. I wasn't a keen dancer but it was dark and anonymous and having her body swaying and rubbing against me in time to the music was far from unpleasant. 

She put her arms around my neck and tucked her face into my throat and I could feel her lips moving, placing small delicate kisses on my throat and then up around my jaw until her lips finally found mine. Our bodies were so close that it felt as though she was trying to melt into me from our lips down to her thighs which were tightly clamped each side of my leg, her crotch grinding against my thigh. I slid my hands down her back until they rested on her buttocks and gently squeezed and pressed her harder against me, she must have been aware of my erection pressed solidly against her tummy. 

The record we were dancing to came to an end. "Let's go somewhere quiet, where we can be alone." She murmured in my ear. 

I took her hand and led her out of the bar into the hotel lobby. "Do you have a coat?" I asked, it was cold again that night and she was virtually naked in that thin lace dress. She passed me a cloak room ticket and I collected her tiny white embroidered, bolero jacket and draped it around her shoulders. I had managed to get parked just around the corner in Brown Street, but she started to shiver as soon as we got out of the hotel doors and so I put my arm around her shoulders and we ran laughing to the car, got in and I started the motor and switched on the heater. 

"Make me warm, Jamie." She said, her voice was husky and a bit breathless. She put her arms around my neck again and hauled herself over against me, pressing her lips to mine her tongue pushing into my mouth. I slid my arm around her slender waist and we sat there in the car with the engine running locked in a deep jaw aching kiss for several minutes. Eventually we broke apart and I noticed that her short dress had ridden up around her waist, if anybody had peering into the car she would have seemed to be sitting there in just a blouse and panties.

She sat back and fastened her seat belt. "Let's go somewhere private," she said.

I pulled away and was half way home before I thought to say to her, "Is my place, OK? Mum and Emma are away for the night."

"It's not far, is it?" Was her only reply and I felt her hand creep into my lap as if to urge me to greater speed. Fortunately there was not much traffic and we only had a short distance to drive because having her hand fondling and stoking my stiffened prick was a real distraction. 




The Touch Ch. 17



I pulled into the drive and we were both out of the car and into the house in seconds. I felt rather than saw her jacket drop to the hall floor and then heard her shoes hit the floor as she kicked them off. I had only just managed to pull my feet out of my loafers when her arms were around my neck and her lips were again searching for mine. We stood in the dark hall our bodies crushed together and lips mashed in a long kiss that seemed to go on forever. My hands were exploring every part of her body that I could reach, cupping and squeezing her breasts, then sliding down her waist to caress her smooth thighs, then drawing upwards beneath the hem of her dress to grasp her firm bum cheeks beneath the smooth satin of those royal blue panties. We were both lost in a storm of pure lust, twisting and clawing at each other our breath torn from us in deep moans. 

"Upstairs........." Was all I could manage to say. I took her hand and started to draw her up the stairs, still kissing and touching but when we reached the small landing halfway up at the dogleg, we stumbled and fell against the wall sliding down until we were in a giggling, groping heap on the dark stairs. 

Kristen's arms were still locked tightly around my neck and I was laying heavily on top of her our groins pressed hard together and her legs wrapped around mine humping at each other even though we were still dressed. I couldn't wait any longer, I didn't want to wait any longer, and shifted to one side so that I could release my belt and push away my jeans, I heard them flop down the stairs behind me. My erect and pulsing prick was now free and pressed against her satin skinned leg. I pushed my fingers in to the waistband of her panties and drew them away from her, down her thighs and over her feet and then found her pussy with my hand. I could feel that she did not shave her pubic hair but was naturally almost hairless my searching finger tips finding only a sparse soft down. 

Her pussy felt warm and moist, the lips distended and her inner labia felt hot and wet. I moistened my finger with her own juices and searched for and found her clit. It was very tiny but very firm and as I started to massage over and around it, she moaned deeply into my mouth and her tongue thrashed around thrusting and probing at mine. I moved my hand down and probed at the tight mouth of her vagina with one finger inserting the tip in about a half an inch and rubbing around the tight little mouth in little circular motions. 

She gasped and then hissed, "Oh, Jamie .... Do it! You must do it to me ... I want it!"

I moved my finger back to caress her clitoris and she raised her hips and widened her legs pushing the little butterball against my touch her breath coming in little gasps. She brought one of her hands down to grasp my prick and tug at it, trying to pull me back over her. 

Oh God, just get it inside me," she moaned, "I want to cum and I want it inside me!" 

I positioned myself over her and found the tiny entrance to her vagina with the throbbing end of my erection and pushed. She moaned deep in her throat as soon as my prick touched her. There was some resistance and so I pushed again and felt my length slide in up to the hilt. Kristen's whole body had stiffened and she was gasping and moaning quietly against my cheek and then she rammed her groin hard against me forcing herself violently hard onto my shaft. I thrust back, my feet against the wall of the stairwell for leverage, the root of my prick slamming against her Mound of Venus and pummelling the little hood that concealed her clit. I believe that I must have hit that elusive G spot because suddenly she was thrashing and moaning wildly beneath me and her pussy was rippling and pulsing around my erection as a massive orgasm erupted in her vagina and spread outwards to engulf her whole body. I thrust into her one more time, as deep in as I could get, and then I was cumming too, my jiz erupting into her in long hot streams causing her to gasp loudly and clamp her legs tight against mine holding me motionless deep inside her. 

We lay there locked together on the stairs for several minutes but it was bloody uncomfortable for both of us once the urgency of the lust was gone. I crawled to my knees and then up to my feet and hauled her up against me. She had a slightly dazed look on her face and her legs were shaking, so I picked her up, she was heavier than she looked, and carried her through to my bedroom and carefully set her down on her feet beside the bed. 

We were both naked from the waist downward but I still had on my shirt and she was wearing her little dress and her royal blue bra. I pulled off my shirt and then carefully eased her dress up and over her head dropping it to the floor then reached around and released her beautiful breasts from their confinement. She swayed into me reaching up so that she could plant little nibbling kisses on my lips. Her nipples were firm and warm against my chest and I cupped one of her breasts in each hand squeezing gently and felt the little nubs start to harden against my palms.

She brought both of her hands up to the crown of her head. "I think the top of my head blew off!" she murmured dreamily.

I eased her down onto my bed and got in beside her and then covered us with the duvet; the heating had gone off and it was quite chilly even inside the house. She snuggled against me, the tips of her long nailed finger describing little circles over my bare chest and her lips brushing lightly against my throat. 

"Was it good for you? She asked. I had never believed that anyone would actually say that line, but strangely, from Kristen it sounded sincere.

I kissed her gently on the lips, "Yes, you were fantastic." I told her. It was the truth.

"I have only ever done it once before.... And it was nothing like that .... That was awesome!" she added.

If that was true then that would explain a lot; why there was never any 'boy talk' about Kristen, she went about with a group of friends but I had never heard of her actually dating with any individual boy, and had never heard any 'I screwed Kristen' stories doing the rounds, the way there often was with other girls.

"Do you think that I am a tart for doing it on our first date?" she asked quietly, "Your sister thinks I am a tart, she told me so." She looked small and vulnerable and sad. I think that she really needed to talk, "I know that I get pissed sometimes, and I like to have fun and hang out with the boys .... I snog with them and sometimes I let one into my bra if he is nice, but ..... I never go all the way."

"Then why .....?"

"Because I've always really liked you, Jamie, ever since school," she answered. She put her cheek against my chest and that mass of long silver blonde hair fell like a fountain of silk across my bare chest and stomach. "I wanted it to be you .... I really wanted you to be the first, but you weren't interested, you never even noticed me... and I was only sixteen.... and ...."

I stopped her there by covering her lips with mine and drawing her into a long deep kiss which left both of us breathless. Just thinking about what it would have been like to have been the first to fuck her had aroused me and had started the beginning of an erection. I did have her here and now, beneath me in my bed, her body crushed against mine, warm and soft and willing, that was enough.

I pressed my lips to her breast and nibbled and sucked at the nipple until it stood to attention, a tiny pink nubbin on a firm round breast of pure white. I moved my mouth to the other breast whilst my hand roved down and found her pussy; it was warm and still moist with our combined juices. 

"Let me look at you." I said and peeled back the duvet so that I could see the full length of her pale body in the moonlight from the window. Her skin was as white as pure natural silk, her nipples small and very upright from the attention of my lips and her tits perfectly formed globes. Her body was every man's fantasy, her waist was narrow above a small round tummy and her shapely legs seemed to me the longest I had ever seen. Kristen was a real natural blonde; she had virtually no body hair and the sparse fluff around her pussy was almost white and looked and felt like the soft head of a dandelion above and around her peach like lips.

I bent over and kissed very gently on the lips of her pussy. She moaned and pushed her legs open wide so that her vulva was fully exposed, slightly pink and glistening with moisture. I slid one finger up between those lips until I found that tiny concealed clit ball and began to roll it gently between forefinger and thumb. She made a series of tiny gasps her groin jerking beneath my hand with each gasp and I felt her body start to tense.

"I want to do it again!" she panted urgently in my ear, "Make it happen again!"

I sensed that she was already moving towards an orgasm and eased myself over her and steered by prick carefully into her already engorged vaginal opening. The entrance to her vagina was really tight again, but as soon as I applied pressure my erection slid into her easily. I was so hard and rigid that it felt as though the tip was gouging a slippery path along the roof of her tunnel. I wanted her to orgasm again and buried my prick as deeply into her as I could get then brought my hand down, sliding it between us so that I could reach her clit with the tip of my finger and roll it around its fleshy little hood. She was gasping and panting faster and faster her hips jerking in time to her laboured breaths. I was almost to the point of my own climax when she erupted into another massive orgasm letting out a loud scream and thrusting and heaving against my equally frantic humping. She seemed to go on for ever, her head thrashing from side to side and then gave a final loud shriek and rammed herself unbelievably hard onto my already throbbing erection. I ejaculated with a loud moan of my own, my juice spurting into her in long streams which left my glans numb. 

We lay wrapped, warm and sticky, together for a long time, her legs tight around mine and my now limp dick still inside her, our loins ineffectually making tiny humping movements, a shadow of our love making. 

I felt Kristen turn her head to look at my bedside clock; it was two-forty in the morning. 

"You need to take me home," she whispered. 

I eased myself out of bed, my thighs and groin were sticky with our combined juices. "You can't go home like that!" I said and led her through to the bathroom and turned on the shower and then left her to roam the house looking for our scattered clothing. By the time I came back she was sitting on the edge of my bed dabbing herself with a towel. I gave her the dress and lingerie and then slipped into the shower and quickly washed myself down before pulling on a thick cotton fleece track suit.

As I drove up to her house she said, "Stop here, by the gate ... I'll walk up the drive .... If Daddy is still awake I can say I came home by taxi, otherwise he will ask questions I don't want to answer."

I turned her face towards me and gave her a final lasting, soft kiss on the lips. "Thanks for a lovely evening," I said, "I'm really glad we finally got to spend time together." 

"Jamie..." she started tentatively, burrowing deep into my shoulder so that I could not see her face. "I love you, Jamie!" 

She didn't give me time to say anything in reply but just went on. "I always have since we were kids, I think..... I know you don't feel the same way .... but I'm so happy that we have had our fabulous time together tonight.... that is all I wanted .... " 

I tipped her face up so that I could look into her eyes, they were bright and happy, I was afraid she might be crying but she wasn't. She smiled and her face lit up. I really did not want to be having this conversation and my face must have reflected that.

"It's OK, "she said cheerfully," I will understand if you don't want to see me again...really I will ..... but it would be great if we could just hang out occasionally ..." 

"You really are a fabulous girl, Kristen," I told her; I tipped her chin so that I could kiss her gently on the lips. "We will see each other, I promise!"

"I think I shall get over you eventually ... "She laughed, "But until then just remember that you still have the monopoly on my sex life..... so unless you can live with my hairbrush being my only lover.... you need to call me from time to time." 

We both laughed and then she got out of the car and I pulled forward to watch her walk up the drive and go through her front door. 

I drove home and spent an hour making sure that all traces of our night together were erased, the bed linen and towels in the machine on an overnight wash programme. If Maggie had recognised her perfume on the Valentine's card then I could not risk Emma working out how I had spent Friday night. 

My luck did seem to be holding out; the night with Kristen had been great and I felt that I had got to know her as a person, but on the emotional side it could really have gone very badly wrong. I just needed to keep her away from Emma, I was really not sure who would come off worse if they tangled again.



The Touch Ch. 18



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Pt.18  Of horses and hand-jobs

The week that followed was quite hectic for all of us. With less than a month to completion the building work at the garden centre was coming along in leaps and bounds and you could now see that it was going to look terrific.  Most of the re-built units were completed, the big glass and steel canopy and arboretum that enclosed the old yard was finished and we were already allowing the public access and had moved a lot of the stock plants from the temporary marquee into their new homes. We would be hanging on to the marquee to use as a hospitality tent during the re-opening week. As a last minute addition Maggie and I had decided to add a covered walkway from the main structure joining up the customer entrances to the greenhouses. 

Monday I got a telephone call from Kristen. She was still cool about our relationship and sounded happy and bubbly and told me that she was going to stay with her mother in London for a couple of weeks. I knew that her parents kept a flat in town as their law firm had a London office.

"I didn't want you to think that I was avoiding you or that I was upset about anything after Friday," she explained. "I still feel all tingly inside!" She giggled.  I had already decided that it would be unfair to my dick if I did not see her again and so we agreed that she would call me when she got back to Salisbury.

The garden centre was really busy, following the storms of the previous week we had dozens of customers looking for replacement plants, trees and flower pots and had also sold an incredible thirty greenhouses, two sheds and several rose arches. It looked as if I was going to be totally occupied for a couple of weeks or more with erecting the greenhouses, but Steve came to the rescue. He told me of a friend, another ex-squaddie, who was looking for part-time work and would be willing to put in a couple of weeks help with the deliveries and erections. I asked him to bring him in the next day; his name was Dennis, he was mid-twenties, seemed competent and keen and so I took him on there and then, paired up to work with Steve. They turned out to be a first class team and together were delivering and erecting two structures a day as well as doing all the deliveries. Maggie was impressed and suggested that I should offer Dennis regular ongoing erection work on a casual basis if he wanted it. 

Emma had also taken about twenty calls from customers asking for one of us to visit their garden to quote for garden maintenance and post storm repair work, or assess damage to trees. She had efficiently typed each onto one of the new job sheets she had created and Maggie and I split them between us and got Emma to call back and make appointments with the clients. There was one from Becca Hill, Josh's mother; one of her trees had blown down during the storm. I took the job sheet out of the batch and slipped it into my pocket; I would call round to see Becca myself.

Wednesday, I had college in the morning and in the afternoon I was booked in to take a proficiency course at a driving centre in Swindon which would allow me to use the new fork lift truck in the public areas,. Steve already had his certificate as well as a heavy goods driving licence and Maggie and I had sat down with him one morning and officially offered him the job of delivery driver and handyman with a good pay hike, which he was only too pleased to accept. We desperately needed somebody who could regularly drive the big lorry as I was legally prohibited from driving heavy goods vehicles until I was twenty-one which meant that one of the older guys needed to drive for me if it was necessary to take the big lorry out anywhere. It was one of the reasons that I had bought the flat bed trailer, hooked behind the Land Rover it was a combination that I could legally take onto the road. I passed the test without problems, mainly because Steve had coached me and I had had some practice on our own machine, it was mostly health and safety theory anyway.

I had ridden up to Swindon on my moped and managed to whiz through the rush hour traffic and was home in good time to shower and change to ride into the city to meet Janet for our date. 

There was a parking space on the bike stand in New Canal right opposite the Odeon and so I was a little bit early and waited for Janet outside the bank next to the cinema. She was dead on time but I almost did not recognise her; I had only ever seen her wearing a nurse's uniform, with her hair in a utility pony tail, and she looked so completely different. It was the first time that I had seen her wearing make-up and her mousey blonde shoulder length hair was crimped into a mass of tiny ringlets. Her outfit was really trendy; a stone washed denim skirt with black spandex leggings, a grey off the shoulder top and a short brown leather zip-up jacket. I had thought that she looked cute in her nurse's outfit, but ragged up she looked quite sophisticated and sexy.

The Arnold Schwarzenegger film, Red Heat, was OK; the important thing was that Janet enjoyed it. I put my arm around her in the cinema, she seemed happy with that and leaned her head against my shoulder, but I wasn't getting the vibe that she wanted to go any further. After the film we walked around the corner to the burger bar in the High Street and sat over beef burgers, chips and coffees and talked for a while. Janet had moved down to Salisbury from Leeds about six months ago to take up the job at the Cedars after spending a year at college getting her care worker certificates. She was chatty and cheerful and nice to be with. I discovered that our tastes in music and books could not have been further apart, but that in itself added interest to our relationship. I walked her back to her car which was parked on the New Canal car park; she had a pale green 1970s Citroen 2CV and we stood by the car talking for a while. 

I tipped her chin up and kissed her lightly on the lips, she didn't object and so I pulled her in to me, she slipped her arms around my neck and her lips started to respond to mine our tongues gently probing until they found each other and I could feel her relaxing against me, her knee quivering ever so slightly against mine. I slid my hands down to her waist and drew her closer and she responded by wriggling tighter against me and I could feel her starting to breath a little more heavily into my mouth. She pushed her hands lightly against my chest and broke away, both of us panting slightly.

"I need to go," she said, "Mrs. Harvey doesn't like us coming in late, in case we wake the residents." 

"I will be coming over to The Cedars in the next few days," I told her. "If you would like to go out again we can fix something up?" 

"Yes, I would...very much." She said, "Thanks for a lovely evening, Jamie." She reached up and kissed me briefly on the lips and then got into her car. The engine spluttered into life and I watched her drive away and turn into the High Street, then went across to my moped and just sat on the bike for five minutes and smoked a cigarette. It had been a pleasant evening, just a normal first date, I was happy to leave it that way, as I knew that her kiss had held the promise of something deeper and wilder, I felt that there was a lot more to Janet that was just waiting to be discovered. 





Friday turned out to be busier that I had anticipated, Maggie had taken the day off and had gone into town for a sister's day out with Mum, and so I ended up trying to juggle the needs of the garden centre with the outside appointments that I already had in my diary. In the morning I took the small van and went out to visit a couple of the customers who had called in wanting estimates for work to be done. I had two afternoon appointments, one with a salesman from one of the major seed companies and the other with Geoff Mallet, the tree surgeon to discuss various contract works that we wanted him to undertake for us. 

As I had arranged to ride with Janice on Sunday, when I got home, I went through the big chest in the garage where I kept my old gardening clothes; I knew that in the bottom somewhere was a sports bag with my riding gear.  My hat was fine, it just needed brushing off but both pairs of riding britches were now far to small, but then It was a good two years since I had last worn them and I had filled out a bit since then. I dumped them into the waste bin and searched out my riding boots from the lobby cupboard.  Obviously my foot size had not changed a lot as they fitted fine which was a relief as good quality leather boots were expensive to replace. The nearest decent tack shop was at Devizes and so I rode over there during my lunch break on Saturday and bought myself a new pair of good quality, dark grey utility breeches. 

Janice had a riding class in the morning, so I had arranged to join her at the stables just after noon. As I crossed the stable yard she was just saying goodbye to her client, a young woman with a small girl dressed up in miniature riding togs. 

She was dressed much as she had been when I last saw her in a short sleeved white shirt with riding britches and a quilted gilet but her blonde hair was tied back in a short pony tail. She looked me up and down; I was wearing my new britches, had polished my boots, and had put on a dark navy, cotton twill rugby shirt. 

"Well, at least you look the part! Let's get a cup of coffee and then I will try and find you a docile old nag that you can bounce about on." She teased, and led the way into the rear of the old tack room which was evidently now just used for storage and as a staff rest room. There were two girls sitting at the table drinking tea when we came in, both got up and started to leave.

"Would you two, go and saddle Handsome Boy and Ricky, for me, please?" She asked, "Then if everything is finished you can go home!"

The afternoon was fun, I hadn't been up on a horse for over two years, but riding a horse is like riding a bike, once you have learned the basics and how to stay on then it's something you will never ever forget, and it all came back pretty quickly. We spend a good couple of hours in the paddocks and Janice even persuaded me to do a couple of circuits over the jumps. I was pretty pleased with myself; I felt that I still had what it took. 

Janice was not only pretty she was a good rider too, a very good rider, possibly not as good as the twins but certainly as good as, or better than Emma and I had been once. I stood holding Ricky, the chestnut that she had allocated to me, and watched her do a couple of final rounds over the jumps, even on the back of a horse she looked sexy and had the most incredible arse that you could ever wish to see. 

By the time the horses were cooled down, groomed and in their stalls and I had returned the saddles and kit to the tack room the afternoon had almost gone. 

"I will just make sure that everything is OK and secure, and then we can go and change." Janice said, "I have the evening off, one of the lads is coming in to do the final rounds."

I collected my bag containing a change of clothes from the car and waited whilst she dutifully looked in at each horse and ensured that everything was made fast, and then followed her up the stairs to her flat above the coach house. It was a small but neat apartment consisting of a living room, a tiny kitchen and a bedroom only large enough to house a single bed, a wardrobe and a chest of drawers. 

"There is no bathroom, I'm afraid...." She said apologetically, "I have to use the lavatory in the coach house downstairs, but Philippa lets me use the shower room at the house, she is away until late tonight so there won't be a problem." 

We were both sweaty and smelled of horses and saddle soap and I was starting to stiffen up a bit and my arse felt bruised to hell. She tossed me a large bath towel matching the one she was carrying. "Bring your clothes and shoes, unless you want to walk back down the drive in the buff. I did forget once and had to run back in nothing but a towel in the freezing bloody cold!" she laughed. 

We walked up to the back of the house and Janice produced a key and opened the door. I had never been inside Philippa's house before, it was a large rambling early Victorian country house and the kitchen was massive, with a flag stoned floor and a huge scrubbed wood table occupying the centre. It was obviously now unused. 

"Philippa has installed a new modern kitchen on the other side of the house," Janice informed me, "Through here now." She led the way through a door into a long passageway which transversed the whole width of the building until we entered what was obviously Philippa's robing room. Hard hats, jodhpurs, breeches, jackets and coats hung on hooks on both sides of the narrow room and there was a long line of riding and rubber field boots. One end of the room had been tiled; to one side there was a large old fashioned ceramic wash basin and on the other an ancient, swan neck shower with a pull round plastic curtain.

We took turns to sit on an old wooden hoop backed chair and pulled off each others boots. Janice obviously had a well ordered routine as she quickly got her change of clothes from her bag and hung them on a spare hook and was pulling off her white polo top revealing a plain white cotton bra only just holding her generous breasts in check. I don't know what I had expected but it certainly was not that she would strip off in front of me. She saw me staring in surprise.

"Oh, get a move on!" She chided me, "If you are going to be shy, I shall be very disappointed with you!"

I pulled my shirt over my head and as I emerged I saw that she had pushed off her britches and panties and was reaching round to unfasten her bra. By the time that I had got rid of my own breeches, shorts and socks, she was standing completely nude in front of me. She giggled and then made a dash for the shower and I heard the water start to cascade behind the curtain.

"Come on!" She called to me, "Don't waste time, the hot water doesn't last very long so we will have to shower together!"

I stepped around the curtain and into the water, my expression must have told the story.

"I lied!" She chuckled, "The water is never hot..... it just stays tepid, all the time!"

She passed me a bottle of shower gel and I started to lather myself whilst taking the time to appreciate her body. She was about 5' 6" and was equally as pretty now without her make-up and her shoulder length blonde hair dark with water. Her breasts were munificent, with large brown crinkled aureolas and nipples which were firm and large even without being aroused. As you would expect from a rider her stomach was firm with muscle and her waist narrow with rounded wide hips and really muscular and firm thighs and legs. There was a small nest of light brown almost creamy yellow pubic hair masking her pussy. 

Being in the close proximity of the shower cubicle, both naked, the inevitable happened and I began to get an erection. Standing only a foot apart it was impossible to hide and Janice made no secret of openly appraising my body, her eyes lingering on my stiffening member.

"Just because we are standing here in the raw, with that thing ready and eager .... Don't get the idea that I am going to let you screw me!" She said laughing and firmly placed her hand on my chest as though ready to hold me back. 

"It's OK ... that's cool ....." I started to say, and then stopped as my breath was taken away by the realisation that her other hand was wrapped around my prick. I think that my mouth just dropped open.

"I didn't say that we couldn't fool about, a bit!" she giggled and still holding my dick firmly leaned forward and kissed me hard on the lips. I slid my hands around her waist and up her wet back pulling her closer to me crushing those wonderful, firm breasts against my chest. She pulled back her lips and gently eased me away so that we were several inches apart her nipples just lightly brushing against my ribs and her hand still firmly gripping my now rigid erection. The shower water was just warm enough to still be stimulating and pleasurable and it was highly erotic standing there our bodies soaked and slippery. 

"Wait!" She hissed, "Let me do it for you."

Her hand squeezed tighter around my dick, slowly pumping up and down, I could feel it starting to swell in response to the motion of her hand. My glans felt swollen and huge and then she was starting to work her hand a little bit faster and to squeeze firmly as her fingers reached that sensitive ring below the cap. She slowed down again, my face was buried in her throat and my breath was coming in shallow pants, I wanted this to go on forever, her hand was not soft and tiny like most girls, it was a rider's hand, firm and strong and I could feel the slight calluses at the base of her fingers.

Then her hand released my prick completely, I gasped in disappointment, until I felt the tips of her fore finger and thumb gliding up and down my water slicked length. Being wanked by those two fingers was incredible; she seemed to know just where they needed to be to generate the maximum sensation, gently rolling my prick between them and stroking the sensitive vein on the underside. She ran her fingers down until they reached the root of my dick and then I felt her whole hand wrap gently around my saddle bruised jewels before her hand again encircled my cock and resumed the slow tender up and down caress, each upward stoke ending with a light squeeze below the glans.  

My erection felt so hard and swollen that I thought that it would burst. Each time that I started to reach the point of release Janice recognised the slight trembling that rippled up from my balls and the pulsing of the glans and eased off, allowing my breathing to return to normal before resuming her languid strokes. 

She kept me constantly on the brink of release for long, long minutes beneath the continuing flow of the warm shower until I could hold back no longer and started to thrust with my hips, pumping my prick hard into her hand, the tip bumping and rubbing against her firm tummy. Her response was to jerk downward to meet each thrust harder and harder until I could hold back no longer and ejaculated in a thrusting quivering pulse, shooting a long stream of jiz splashing against her stomach which was quickly washed away by the shower, to be replaced by another and then yet another until she had jerked every last drop from me and I was collapsed against her, my legs shaking like those of a new born foal.  

"Oh, my God, Jan!" That was all that I could manage to gasp out. She had left me completely breathless.

She was laughing quietly and her lips were roving around my throat and lips dispensing small kisses. I drew her close to me again and fastened my mouth on hers this time sinking into a soft, deep passionate kiss, tongues entwined that went on for minutes. 

I felt her reach back to turn off the shower. "Come on, let's get dry and dressed, then you can take me out for dinner." She said. 

We dressed and walked back to her flat to leave her bag of riding gear and then drove out to the Ship Inn at Burcombe. The restaurant only served a limited menu on Sunday nights and so we settled for steaks and a bottle of Burgundy and then took the last two glasses of wine through to the bar and sat at a corner table and talked about horses, gardening and old friends until eventually I raised the subject that had been bothering me all day.

"So what was with the engagement ring?" I asked finally. 

"Well, I am sort of engaged," she replied. "His name is Francis and he is a history graduate at Oxford, we hooked up last year when he came to the stables and then he wanted to get engaged at Christmas and I sort of went along with it....I'm not sure why!"




The Touch Ch. 18



"But.....?" I prompted.

"But..... he went back to University and has only been home once since then, he doesn't write or 'phone. I know now that it was a mistake and I think that he feels that way too, but I can't break it off without seeing him face to face ... that would not be fair, would it?" 

"No," I agreed, "You are probably right."

"That isn't why I wouldn't screw with you, though," she added cheerfully, "I just don't put it out on the first date, ever. Not even for guys that I really fancy and have lusted after for years!" She leaned in close and gave me a brief kiss on the lips. "I might have made an exception in your case .... But it just wasn't going to happen this week-end, you know... monthly problems."

"You didn't need to.... You know..." I mumbled guiltily. She had given me a fantastic hand job and all I had given her was dinner.

"Oh, yes I did, I wanted to," she giggled, "besides; I need to keep you coming back for more, now that I've found you again .... You will come back, won't you, Jamie?"

"Absolutely!" I said with a laugh, "Only next time, how about I give you some fun and you provide dinner?"

It was ten-thirty and the landlord of the pub was calling 'time' so we left and I drove her back to the stables. We sat in the car for ten minutes by the main gate just quietly and comfortably snogging and then I watched her walk up to the coach house, turn and wave and then go in.





It was after eleven by the time that I got home. I could see the light on in Emma's bedroom window as I pulled up the drive, so I guessed that she had gone to bed. Mum was in the sitting room on the settee in her dressing gown, her feet curled up under her with a glass in her hand and an almost empty bottle of wine on the coffee table. 

"Hello darling!" She greeted me, "Get a glass and help me finish this bottle." 

I poured what remained of the wine into a glass and sat down beside her. I could see that something was wrong and that she wanted to talk to me. I mentally crossed my fingers and hoped that it wasn't a problem with Emma again. 

"There is something that I need to talk to you about," she said. I didn't say anything but she looked worried and so I just look hold of her hand and squeezed it gently to encourage her to continue.

"Maggie and I went into Salisbury to see Marsha Olsen, her divorce lawyer, on Friday," she said then continued in a rush, "I've decided to start divorce proceedings against your father as we have now been separated for over three years!" 

I really wasn't upset or concerned by the news, if anything I was relieved; it had to happen sooner or later and Mum needed to make a clean break and get on with her life. "I'm glad, Mum," I told her, "I didn't want to be the one to suggest it but it's the best thing for you, and me and everybody."

She leaned against me, her head on my shoulder, and I realised that she was sobbing quietly. I put my arm around her shoulder and just held her close my face buried in her soft hair and planted tiny comfort kisses on the top of her head. 

"Have you told Emma yet?" I asked, if there was going to be a problem then it would be with my sister, she had taken it really badly when Dad left, and had only just got over it. Mum's news might well open old wounds.

"Not yet, that is what has been worrying me!" she replied, "I was hoping that you would be there with me when I told her. Will you?" I nodded affirmation, "Also," she went on, "Marsha Olsen wants to see me at her London office on Wednesday, to sign papers, will you come up to town with me for support?"

"Of course I will," I said, "Afterwards we can get tea somewhere nice and then I'll buy you an outfit to go out in. I promised you a night out somewhere soon and it will give you an excuse to wear it."  At that moment in time I would have promised her anything, and delivered everything just to see her happy again.

"I don't know what I would do without you, Jamie," she whispered and twisted so that she was half facing me and could reach her face up to kiss me on the cheek. I leaned back so that I was lying on the couch with my head on the arm and drew her down beside me lying half across me in the crook of my arm with her head on my shoulder. 

We lay like that unmoving, for a long time until both of us were starting to doze lightly, and I suddenly realised that the fantasies in my head were not a dream but real. Mum was lying against me, more than half asleep, and our lips were pressed together in a very light and gentle kiss, the tips of our tongues just touching. The warm weight of her body had given me an erection which was pressed against her leg and my hand was gently caressing her breast through the thick fabric of her towelling robe. I'm not sure that she was really aware of how our bodies were responding to each other any more than I had been, but it felt so good and I did not want it to stop. 

Then I realized what had woken me up, it was Emma moving about upstairs, probably going to the bathroom, and I knew that if she saw the sitting room light still on she would likely come down to investigate. I eased myself up and gently moved Mum into a sitting position and realised that she had not really been asleep at all. 

"Time to go to our beds," I stated simply.

"Mmmmm, yes ....a pity ...that was really nice...." She murmured sleepily, but got up and then put her arms around me and kissed me softly on the mouth, keeping our lips together just a second or two too long. "Goodnight, sweetheart," she whispered and then went upstairs. I waited until I heard her door close and then put the lights out and went to my own room. 

I was really grateful that Janice had drained me dry in the shower earlier, if she hadn't I was sure that I would not have been able to control my feelings or my urges on that couch with Mum and I was not at all sure that she would have stopped me!



The Touch Ch. 19



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Chapter 19 Of fathers, feelings and friends. 

I was up, showered, shaved and dressed early the next morning, the weather had turned mild again and it was a bright, sunny day and I wandered out into the garden with my coffee and was coming back in when Emma came down to the kitchen. She made herself a cup of tea and went back upstairs. When I heard her go into the bathroom and turn on the shower I knew that I had about ten minutes before she came back. 

I poured out Mum's tea and took it up to her room. She was awake and, I suspected, a little bit hung over, I had found a second empty wine bottle from last night, in the kitchen. I sat on the edge of her bed and held out the cup. She sat up and sipped at her tea, handed me the cup back to put on her bedside table then took my hand. 

"I'm sorry about last night," she said, "I have been really worried for the last two days about how you and Emma would take the divorce news, and I had quite a bit to drink and just got a bit sorry for myself and weepy, I suppose!" 

"It's OK," I said, "There is nothing that you need to apologise to me for ......ever." I lightly brushed her cheek with the back of my fingers and she caught my hand and gently kissed the finger tips. 

"We need to talk, you and I," she said quietly, looking deep into my eyes. "About what nearly happened between us last night ..... we were both in the wrong .....!" That was as far as she got, because at that point we heard Emma leaving the bathroom and coming along the hall. 

"Morning, Mum!" She called cheerfully from the doorway, "Jay, can I ride into work with you this morning? My bike has a puncture...you will have to mend it for me later," she added. 

"Yes, fine!" I called over my shoulder, "Hurry up and get yourself some breakfast because I want to leave shortly!" 

I gave Mum's hand a squeeze. "We can tell Emma about the divorce after supper tonight, I'll have something nice for dinner ready when you get home, and then we can all sit down and talk." I told her. "Everything will be fine ....you'll see."

Emma followed me into the kitchen and made herself a bowl of cereal whilst I rummaged in the freezer and found a small fillet of pork which I put on a plate to defrost for our evening meal. By the time I had finished my coffee Emma was ready and I tossed her the keys and she went off to get into the car. 

I was about to follow her when Mum came into the kitchen with her tea cup. "There is more tea in the pot if you want it," I told her. She was still just wearing her plain white cotton nightdress, and I could see the shadowy darkness of her nipples beneath the thin material. I noticed she had tied her hair back in a short pony tail since getting up. I could hear Emma tooting the horn out in the drive, "I'll see you later!" I said, and then quickly stepped up to her and took her face between my two hands and raised her lips to mine in a brief kiss. I felt the breath catch in her throat and her breasts push lightly against my shirt front with her quick intake of air. Our eyes met and locked for a couple of seconds and then I was sprinting out to the car, before Emma roused the whole neighbourhood with the car horn. 

She was sitting in the driver seat and so I didn't argue, the L plates were on the car already I noticed, so I let her drive us in to work. I sat silently in the passenger seat, Emma's chattering washing over me, just thinking about those final few seconds in the kitchen with Mum; the touch of her lips and the press of her scantily clad body against me. I knew that I should walk away from what was happening, but I also knew that I wouldn't ....I couldn't. 

The first thing that I did when we got in to the office was to check my diary. I had promised Mum that I would go up to London with her on Wednesday but had realised that I also had my Cities and Guilds written exam on Wednesday morning. Fortunately it was at nine o'clock and I figured that as Mum's appointment in London was not until 2pm I would be able to go to college and then get the train up to town and meet her at the solicitor's office in good time. We could then both come back later in her car. 

Kitty was taking the same C&G examination as I was and we had arranged to meet at the garden centre and travel in to the college and back again together, I decided we could take the small van and then she could drop me off at Salisbury station on her way back. 

When Maggie came in I poured us both coffees and suggested that we took them outside. The place was now starting to look truly good, less like a building site and more like a really high class garden centre. There was an area over by the main gate, in front of the customer car park, which we had decided to landscape; I had drawn up designs for Maggie's approval and Colin and Mikey were rolling out new turf over the prepared ground, whilst Kitty and the other student Neville were pegging out the shapes to be dug over for the new flower beds.

We sat on a bench in the sunshine and I cleared it with her to take the day off on Wednesday. Naturally she already knew about the solicitor's appointment as she had been with Mum when they saw the lawyer on Friday, but I cautioned her not to say anything to Emma until Mum and I had spoken to her later. 

There was something that I had wanted to ask Maggie for the past three years and it never seemed the right time until now. "What is the real story about the bad feeling between Mum and Dad and the family?"

"Are you sure you really want to know?" she asked. I nodded, nothing that Mum could have done in the past would ever make me love her less and I was long resigned to Dad not being anything near perfect.

"Well," Maggie started, "Your Aunt Susan as you know, is almost ten years older than your Mum and I, by the time that we had left school she was already married to Andrew who was making a name for himself as a very skilled consultant mason and they considered themselves very upwardly mobile. Your mother was only eighteen when she met your father who was a lot older, in his late twenties. He was a dashing young Irishman, handsome as hell .... That is obviously where you get it from." She added in, laughing, "He was an officer in the Royal Engineers and stationed at Bovington Camp and your mother was a student nurse at the Royal Bournemouth hospital."

She sipped at her coffee and then went on, "I had already chosen to be a horticulturalist and was a first year student away at Essex University and the first that I knew about their affair was when your mum announced she was bringing Michael to a family gathering at our father's house in London, which was strange as being twins we were very close and called each other every few days, but she just hadn't told me about him. Later she told me she was so enthralled by him that everything else passed her by for a while."

"I was a day late getting there and by that time all hell had broken loose. They had announced that they were in love and getting married; but Susan already knew something of your father's reputation, he was well known to have had several rather public affairs with married women, and even then was deeply in debt. She and our mother decided to put an end to the relationship." 

"Knowing Mum, I can guess what came next!" I put in.

"Your mother said that she was marrying Michael, regardless; they both stormed out and eloped to Ireland and got married. To cut a long and painful story short, your father was forced to resign his commission, it was just one scandal too many and after a year or so living in Ireland they returned to Salisbury. Your father had spent all the money that your mother had saved and your grandfather had to secretly buy them the first house they lived in without any of the family other than me, knowing. 

The rest you know.... Your father was a very lovable rogue but he didn't really want to work for a living; couldn't keep a penny in his pocket and couldn't keep his dick in his trousers if there was a woman left alive on this earth! Your Grandmother and Susan completely cut your mother off from the family despite every effort that your Grandfather made to repair the damage."

"At least they seem to have made it up now, haven't they?" I asked.

"Well, more of a truce I think, but at least they are talking again!" she said. 

"Do you think that Dad will ever come back, or even get in touch?" I asked her.

"I really don't know," she replied, "but I do know that she is doing the right thing now, the same as getting rid of Ben was the right thing for me." She hooked her arm through mine and hugged it tightly, "Gwen and I are just fine," she said smiling up at me. "We are both happy with what we have, and we've got you to look after us."

She smiled at me sweetly and then laughed, "At least until you elope with one of your dolly birds, eh! Maybe Kristen Olsen, eh?" I started to protest until I realised that she was just teasing me. "Don't think that I am not aware the impact that you have been having on the female population," she chuckled, the added seriously, "just don't become like your father, Michael was a terribly nice guy but he would screw any girl that stepped into his path, and they were all falling over themselves to be there! He ended up hurting your mother terribly."

It did make me think though; maybe Dad had also had 'The Touch', maybe it was hereditary, maybe it had started when he was my age and he was just having fun, the way that I was now. I loved all my women, both girl friends and family, and I didn't want to hurt any of them! 

We talked about the work plans for the next couple of days and then Maggie took the cups back to our office and I went to the newly refurbished staff room to change into my working gear. I spent most of the day working with the guys, laying turf and digging over the flower beds. 

About four o'clock Jack came over and ran his fingers knowingly through the soil, "You need to get a couple of barrels of that horse shit dug into these beds," he instructed, "if you get that done tomorrow, then I'll bring down my rose bushes and get 'em bedded in!" 

"You're the boss," I laughed.

"No, you are!" he replied with a smile, "I'm just the old fart who knows it all and has to keep an eye on you lot to stop you cocking up every few minutes." He started to walk back to his greenhouses chuckling then stopped and turned back, "You got your exams on Wednesday, haven't you? If there's anything you want to talk through, you know where I am." If I got through my examination much of my success would be down to Jack's help and coaching.

Maggie offered to close up for me as she would be working late, and I wanted to get home in time to have dinner cooked for Mum, she was on middle shift and would get in around seven-thirty. Emma was waiting by the car, I was keeping Maggie's VW Polo at home now, I had finally persuaded her that in exchange for the continued use of it, I should pay the cost of the yearly MOT and service and I felt less as though I was sponging from her. 

We swept by the supermarket on the way home and I picked up some onions, parsley and celery and a big tub of fresh cream. I had decided to make Normandy Pork with the sliced fillet, it was fairly quick to prepare and would be ready for us to eat about eight, more importantly it was one of Emma's favourites and I wanted her in a good mood that evening. By the time Mum got in it was giving off a mouth-watering aroma and I must admit that I was very proud of how the sauce was turning out. I liked to use a recipe that Mum and I had developed and involved quite a large good portion of cider and a small glass of calvados, with the celery, onion and cream and so served it simply with some baby potatoes, chestnut mushrooms, and the remaining half of the bottle of cider.

The meal had the desired effect. Emma was in a really good mood and insisted on washing up the dishes. I put the garden lights on and Mum and I took a walk around the lawn whilst we smoked a cigarette, arm in arm the way that Maggie liked to walk with me.

"She's so cheerful it seems a shame to burst her bubble," Mum said. 

"I know, but it would best if we got it over with," I answered. We went back into the house and helped Emma dry the dishes and put them away then I poured coffee for myself and Mum and made a mug of tea for Emma and we all went through to the sitting room.

There wasn't really any way to dress it up nicely and so Mum sat beside her on the settee, held her hand and just told her as gently as possible. 

I'm not sure how I expected Emma to re-act but in the end she just turned to Mum and said simply, "OK." She just sat there for a while saying and doing nothing, but I could see from across the room that tears were running slowly down her face. Finally she stood up and just looked straight at me.

"Did you know about this?" she asked in a flat voice. I nodded silently.

"Only since last night," Mum put in defensively, "I only finally decided, last night."

Emma stared at me for a moment longer and then suddenly burst into floods of tears and rushed out of the room sobbing. I heard her thundering up the stairs and her bedroom door bang. 

Mum looked like shit; her face was pale and her eyes moist. "God that was bloody awful!" she murmured. I stepped over and pulled her into my arms and held her close just comforting her. After a couple of minutes we eased apart and sat down again. I lit a couple of cigarettes and passed one to her and we just sat quietly side by side.

"Will you go and talk to her?" Mum asked eventually, "She might listen to you; I don't think I am her favourite person tonight." I left Mum sitting there and went upstairs. What I really wanted to do, was to stay with her, hold her close and comfort her, make love to her and make everything right again. I also knew that Emma was probably feeling hurt and maybe a bit isolated and lonely, especially with the twins going away as well.

Emma's door was closed and so I tapped gently and called out to her. "Emma, can I come in?" There was no response, "Come on, Emms, I need you to talk to me, please open the door!" I could hear her moving about in the room, "Emms, please talk to me, he is my Dad as well remember!" I pleaded. A few more seconds passed.

"It's not locked!" Emma called. 

I opened the door and went in. She was just standing in the middle of the room. I could not remember the last time that I had been in Emma's bedroom, I can remember that it had been a total pig-sty, clothes, magazines, record sleeves everywhere, the bed unmade. Now, it was neat and tidy, things were put away in their places there was only the normal clutter that any teenager has in their room, it spoke volumes about her change of attitude. 

"Why didn't you tell me, Jay?" she asked, tetchily. I could usually read Emma like a book, but I really did not know if she was hurt, angry or just being plain cantankerous. 

"I couldn't, Emms," I said quietly, trying hard not to sound apologetic. "It wasn't for me to do, Mum wanted to tell you herself, and for the record I agree with her. I also think that she has made the right decision, not just for herself but for all of us. Dad is gone.....he is not coming back .... "

"I know that!" she interrupted. "It's just ...well ...you know ... a divorce seems so final."

She walked over to the shelf that held her collection of dolls and soft toys and picked up a small bear, "Do you remember him?" She asked, kissing the toy and holding it up. I nodded. "You won him for me at the fair in Salisbury when I was eight and you were nine." She picked up another one, a fluffy rabbit, "You, gave me this one, the first Easter after Dad left ... I know that you used all your pocket money to buy it when you realised that he wasn't going to be home!" She was beginning to cry again. She started pointing to each of the toys in turn, "This was from you.....this was from Mum.....you gave me this one!" 

"It's all right, Emms," I said comfortingly and reached out to hug her. She spun away from me.

"No, it's not bloody all right!" she sobbed, "Look around you, it's all from you or Mum, not a bloody thing from Dad ... and don't tell me that you have anything either because I know bloody different! He was never there when we needed him, but by going he forced you to be my father, I don't want you to be my father! That's not what I want from you...." 

I was beginning to see where this was going and I definitely didn't want to go there, but I wasn't sure how to extricate myself. I reached for her again, she pulled away but this time I took hold of her arms and pulled her in to me forcibly, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tight, until her sobs subsided and we were just standing there rocking gently. She seemed a lot calmer and so I released her from my bear hug and dug a handkerchief out of my pocket to dab her wet face. 

"I'm sorry, Jay," she mumbled, "Everything has been so good this last couple of months and I just don't want it to all fall apart again."

"It won't, I promise," I said. "Now you need to go downstairs and give Mum a hug so that she knows we both support her, this is really hard for her too, you know." 

I followed her down and when I looked into the sitting room she was sitting with Mum, and they were talking quietly and calmly. I took my fleece jacket and a bottle of lager and walked down the garden to my shed and sat in my old wooden armchair in the dark and smoked, and thought about Mum and Emma and Maggie. Emma was right, since Dad went Mum and I had developed a sort of partnership, a special closeness, we had never excluded Emma but the social structure of our little trio had subtly changed.

From the shed I could see the back of the house and watched the bathroom light go on and then off again and the light in the sitting room go out. I guessed that Mum and Emma had both gone to bed. About eleven o'clock I went back to the house locked up and went upstairs. 

There was a light on in Mum's room and the door was slightly ajar; I peeked in thinking to say goodnight, but Mum was already in bed asleep, but not alone. Emma was curled up on the other side of the big double bed the way that she used to do when she was small and got into bed with Mum for comfort and security. Another mini-crisis seemed to be over for now. 

The next day, Tuesday, I had planned to spend cramming for my exam on Wednesday, it was more Maggie's idea than mine, but it did seem sensible. Never-the-less I was up early as usual made breakfasts and then drove Emma in to work, picked up some books that I had left in the office and then went home again. By the time that I got back to the house, Mum had left for the hospital; it was bright and sunny and very mild and so I dragged the garden table and chairs from the summer house, washed them down and then got my study material and a coffee and sat outside working. I always felt that I could think more clearly in the open air. 

By mid-morning I felt that any further study would be pointless, anything that I did not know now... I would never know, and I was getting bored. I tossed my books and papers back into my briefcase and went and got Emma's bicycle from the garage, ran a bowl of water and found and repaired her puncture. 

I had just decided that I would go into work after all, when I found the job sheet that I had taken to call and see Becca Hill, still stuffed into my jacket pocket. I hadn't forgotten about it totally, it was just one of those jobs that I had not got around to but didn't want to hand off to anybody else. Becca's house was only five minutes away and virtually on route to the garden centre and so I decided to call in on the way, there may not have been anybody at home at that time of the day, but I could still look at the fallen tree.




The Touch Ch. 19



I parked the moped in the drive and then rang the front door bell, I heard the bing-bong chime in the hall, and almost instantly the lock rattled and the door opened. It was Becca, but she had changed since I saw her last almost two months ago. She must have been on a diet because she was slimmer and she had changed her hair to a more modern style and the auburn was now tastefully streaked with highlights which made her whole face look younger. She was wearing a pink shirt with slightly puffy sleeves which perfectly matched the colour of her lip stick, and a navy blue knee length skirt which hugged her hips and arse and flared slightly at the hem. 

Her face lit up, "Hello, Jamie," she smiled, "Come in ....come in." She took my hand and led me into the hall and closed the door. We stood there for a moment just silently looking at each other a little awkwardly, neither of us knowing quite what to say. She was my best friend's mother and the last time we had seen each other a couple of months ago we had shagged passionately on the floor of this same hallway.

"Hey, you are looking fantastic!" I said cheerfully.

"Thank you," she replied beaming. It got around the unease and enabled me to step up to her and give her a friendly hug. Her body was soft and yielding against mine and my nostrils were filled with the perfume of her shampoo, I could detect the sweetness of jasmine and roses, it suited her. We separated and for some reason both looked down at the floor at the same time. 

"Where is the rug?" I asked, there had been a thick Persian style rug in the hall when we made love there. 

"Not THE rug, it's OUR rug," she corrected, chuckling. "I moved it upstairs into my sewing room, nobody ever goes in there except me ....I know that it sounds silly but it keeps a little bit of our afternoon together close to me." 

I knew that there was not going to be any further awkwardness between us, and I was glad, I really liked Becca and had dreaded that she might have been remorseful about our previous impromptu liaison. 

"What is this I hear about problems with a tree? " I asked her.

"Oh, we had one of the poplars at the end of the garden blow down in the big storm," she confirmed, leading me through the house to the back door, "I didn't want to bother you, but Josh and Tim insisted, I thought you might not want to see me! It was Josh that called your office." 

I felt awful, "It really wasn't that, honestly!" I assured her, "We have just been so busy, with the storm and the refurbishment, but the main reason I have been so long coming around, is because I wanted to come myself, not just send one of the guys."

The tree was not particularly large, probably about nine years old and forty or so feet, and had fallen across the end of her lawn. I could see immediately that the reason such a young tree had fallen was because the soil depth was not enough to hold it in really severe winds.

"I'll get a couple of the lads to come round with a chain saw and sort that out," I told her, "We might also have to think about taking the other one down as well ..... it could be dangerous if the roots have been weakened!"

"OK, whatever you say, you are the expert." She said. We were walking back towards the house, "Will you stop for a cup of coffee ....you don't need to rush off do you?" 

The last time Becca had invited me in for coffee and lunch we had ended up making love. "That would be great," I told her, "I'm not actually working today, and so my time is my own." As nobody else was at home I guessed that Leslie, her husband was at work and the lads were at college.

She made drinks and I followed her into the conservatory, the door was open and there was a mild breeze and we sat on the cane two-seater and talked. Becca was really easy to talk to and before I knew it I was telling her about Mum and Dad and the divorce and the problems we had had with Emma, it was like switching on an emotional tap and just talking about it seemed to drain a lot of the pent up tension that I had been feeling. I had wedged myself in the corner of the seat and Becca was leaning against me her head lolling against my shoulder. I stopped talking and leaned my head forward to kiss her on the cheek. 

"Thanks for listening," I said, "I didn't intend to unload all that onto you ...."

She didn't answer; she just picked up my hand and led me through the dining room out into the hallway, then pulled me into 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 own 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. 

"This is as far as we got last time .....We never did make it upstairs, did we," she panted against my ear. "Do you want to try again?" 

"Oh, yes!" I whispered back huskily, I wanted her so much at that moment that I could barely speak. She took my hand again and led me up the staircase, around the landing past the bedroom doors and up the second flight of stairs and through one of the doorways on the upper floor. 

This was obviously her sewing room, there was a large table against one wall with a sewing machine and swan-neck working lamp, a small fabric covered bucket arm chair and a comfortable looking two seater couch. One wall was completely covered by a large bookcase, crammed to capacity. The centre of the floor was covered by the Persian pattern rug which had previously been downstairs in the hall... OUR rug. The walls were decorated with several very good, water colour paintings of local landscapes, including one of Stone Henge, I guessed that these were Becca's own work as an easel, paint box and painter's bag occupied one corner.

Becca stood in the centre of the room and spread her arms encompassing the contents with a gesture, "This is my room ... my own little world ... everything in here is just for me alone ... " she spun around laughing happily, "Leslie and the boys have their fishing, I have my needlework, my books and my painting.....and, I have you from time to time!"

I reached out and pulled her towards me our lips joined; 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. This was a different Becca, certainly not the Auntie Rebecca I had known most of my life, and different again to the Becca who reluctantly gave me her passion and body the first time we were together. 

She backed away from me, her breath coming in small pants and her generous mature breasts heaving. "Oh God," she breathed huskily, "I can't believe what happens when I'm with you .... Nobody has made me feel this way for years ....like ....a real woman!"

I pulled her back to me and started to kiss her face with soft, tiny pecks; then around and across her lips, the tip of my tongue tracing the shape of her lips and gently probing between them just touching her teeth, her pink lipstick tasted sweet and delicious, very feminine and erotic. I pushed my face into her throat, her hair fell across my face in a sweet smelling auburn cascade making me moan with the sensory stimulation that the feel and scent of her hair invoked. I continued to kiss and nibble at her soft neck and she tilted her head so that I could run my lips down the length of her throat my tongue gliding over her soft skin tracing a damp line down to the valley of her cleavage where it showed at the neck of her shirt. My hands clutched her buttocks and pressed her groin tightly against mine, my erection trapped tightly inside my jeans, pressed hard against her soft belly. 

Becca clung softly against me and I drew my hands around and cupped her breasts, the ample roundness warm against my palms and her nipples hard points even through her clothing. My fingers explored the front of her blouse, teasing the buttons free until the shirt hung open and I was able to slide my hands around her back to release the plain white cotton bra. She pushed me back and twisted and suddenly shirt and bra were on the floor and her large firm breasts were back in my hands her pointy dark nipples were trapped between my fingers and she was making little gasping noises as I gently squeezed them between my knuckles. 

Her hands worked at the front of my shirt and it joined her blouse on the floor and I gasped as I felt the fierce heat of her breasts as she crushed them against my chest. 

"I want you Becca!" I gasped against her throat my hands were now around her waist seeking the fastening of her skirt. I worked the zipper and then pushed my hands into the waistband of her skirt pushing down until it dropped around her ankles and she was able to step out of it and kick it away. I put my hand on her hips and gently press downward urging her towards the floor, towards that thick rug that we had made love on before. 

"Not yet, my darling," she said and parted from me taking the two steps to the couch and pulling firmly at the back which dropped smoothly forward and I realised that it was a comfortable looking sofa-bed. She bent over a fabric covered blanket box and tugged out pillows and a quilt which she tossed onto the bed. 

Bent over that box her firm round bum in those tight, plain white cotton briefs looked fantastic and I stepped forward and grasped her around the waist and ground my still trapped erection against the crack of her arse. She moaned loudly and stood up rubbing her arse hard against my prick and reaching back over her shoulders to push her fingers into my hair and pull my face down to the back of her neck. I kissed her neck and across her shoulders each tiny kiss provoking a small gasp from her and sent a shallow ripple of sexual tension through her body. 

Still kissing and nibbling her shoulders and back I unclipped my belt and waistband and manoeuvred myself out of jeans, shorts and socks until I was naked behind her my throbbing, rigid penis press hard into the crack between her buttocks, the tip leaving a tiny smear of pre-cum in the small of her back above her briefs. I slipped my fingers into the waist band and knelt to pull them away, tugging them over each foot as she raised it then kissing back up the rear of her legs, gently nibbling and pinching her buttocks with my teeth, making her squeak with naughty pleasure. 

I turned her around to face me and then our lips locked together again; then eased her gently down onto the bed until I was lying over her our mouths merged together in a deep kiss, tongues lashing at each other and drawing our breaths from each others throats in our passion. The need to breathe broke the kiss eventually and arms around each other and giggling we rolled until we were in the centre of the bed and I was lying heavily on top of her, her breasts squashed against my chest and my erection trapped between our stomachs, I could feel the hot moistness of her pussy against my balls. 

Her face was radiant, she was smiling and her sparking green-blue eyes were bright and wide. I was totally amazed, Becca's kisses were stupendous but her pink lipstick was still almost intact, I had mussed her hair a bit but she looked happy and beautiful in a way that only mature women can. 

"Make love to me now!" she murmured and I could feel her hands resting on my buttocks gently pressing and kneading as if urging me into her. I was more than ready, my balls were aching with readiness, my rock hard prick was throbbing with readiness, but I wanted our pleasure to be mutual. I adjusted my position over her and reached down between us to find her clit. Her pussy was incredibly hot and wet and my fingers were instantly soaked with her juices which I drew upwards to lubricate around her tiny firm clit, rubbing the little ball with the tip of my finger. 

Becca moaned deeply beneath me and then jerked her whole body as my mouth fastened onto one engorged nipple and sucked hard. Her pussy was thrusting furiously against my hand grinding her clit against my finger tip. 

"Oh, Jamie," she moaned, "Stop now! I'm nearly there ...I want you making love to me when it happens ..... please!" 

I shifted my hand to grasp the root of my prick and guide it down to her pussy, sliding the tip over her clit and down the hot moist channel of her slit until I could feel the glans probing at her tight vagina and 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.

I did not dare move because I did not want that moment of intense pleasure and closeness to end and Becca must have felt the same because we just lay together our loins locked, legs entwined, 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. 

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 Becca who suddenly started to shake uncontrollably and grasped me hard around the neck with both arms.

"Oh, my God!" she moaned loudly, "Kiss me, Jamie, Kiss me!" 

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, Becca 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. 

Some time later we got dressed and sat in the conservatory again drinking coffee. Becca looked beautiful, her face was a bit flushed and even beneath the sweat shirt that she had pulled on I could see that her breasts were still a little swollen, but she was happy and smiling. As I got up to leave she put her arms around me and we kissed deeply one more time.

"Come back to me sometimes," she said quietly, "It doesn't have to be tomorrow, or the next day, or even the next week, but I would like to think you will come back sometimes."

I knew that I would be going back to see Becca, because we enjoyed being together, because our bodies enjoyed being together and because she was capable of bring me a very special sort of peace, that day she had wiped away all of my stress and angst, and I was ready to face what ever the next day would bring. We had become lovers very suddenly and quickly but now were learning to become friends.



The Touch Ch. 20



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

 Pt. 20 A Brief Encounter and Breaking the Taboo



Everything went without a hitch on Wednesday morning which as a little bit of a surprise as we all had different agendas. Mum had a very early business meeting at the hospital before she could leave for London and so we were all dressed and ready for breakfast by seven. 

She had chosen to wear a dark grey and black jersey wool dress which clung to her figure, beneath a plain black formal blazer jacket and she had done her hair and make-up before coming downstairs.  I thought that she looked fantastic and held her at arms length grinning and looking her up and down.

"God, Mum ...you look stunning!" I told her. She beamed and returned the compliment.

"You look pretty handsome yourself," she laughed.  I had put on my navy blue three piece suit with a pale blue shirt and blue and white striped tie, the full fig. She reached up and fiddled with my tie pulling the knot straight.

I hadn't noticed Emma come in, "When this meeting of the Mutual Appreciation Society is finished, I would like to have my breakfast and get off to work," She teased. "Anyway," she added spinning around like a catwalk model, "don't you think that I look stunning as well?" She was wearing her normal work attire, faded black jeans and t-shirt and 'clunky' boots.

"You always look dead sexy to me, Sis." 

I grinned and planted a big, wet brotherly kiss on the end of her nose. 

"Well, why don't you bloody show it?" She muttered under her breath as I pulled away. I turned back but she was already sitting down and pouring cereal into her bowl; Mum was at the other end of the kitchen and hadn't heard her. She still seemed in a good mood however, and wished Mum good luck with the solicitor and they hugged before parting. 

We all left the house together, Mum drove off to work, and Emma got out her bicycle and set off ahead of me. I soon caught her up on the Vespa and just tootled along slowly behind her to keep her company until we got to the garden centre, it was only a few more minutes ride. 

I was preparing to leave when Emma came round with the morning post. I opened my letters and passed most of them back to her to deal with. There was a small padded envelope from France with a return address indicating that it was from the twins. Emma was obviously intrigued by it.

"Go on... open it!"

I pulled the packet open tentatively; crossing my fingers mentally and hoped that my quirky cousins had not sent me something embarrassing or highly personal which would send out messages about our three way relationship. 

I breathed a sigh of relieve and sheer joy. It was a CD of Jacques Loussier, the French jazz pianist, but not just any collection of recordings it was the brand new album of 'jazzified' J.S. Bach, only available in France but which had already achieved gold record status. Loussier recordings were almost impossible to get on CD in the UK. I peered carefully into the envelope to make sure that there was no note and then dropped it into the waste bin and slipped the disc into my jacket pocket I would listen to it on the train.

About eight-thirty, Kitty came up to the office to see if I was ready to drive into college. I went into Emma's office to say good bye.

"I hope it all goes well with Mum this afternoon," she said sincerely, "And good luck with your exam this morning.... You won't need it, you are too much of a smart arse to fail." 

I gave her a hug and went to kiss her on the cheek but she twisted her face and kissed me full on the mouth and held my lips firmly against hers with her hand for several seconds. "That is for luck!"

I glanced around, fortunately there was nobody else around, Kitty had gone back down to fetch the van and Maggie had not come in yet. Maggie had spoken to both Mum and me on the telephone before we left this morning as she had an early appointment in Salisbury.

"Thanks, Emms," I was a little breathless, she had taken me by surprise, "I'll see you tonight when we get home."

"No you won't! Auntie Maggie is driving me in to college this evening then we are going somewhere for a drink and a meal, a girl's night out ... as you and Mum will be swanning it around the West End no doubt. Then I am going to sleep over at her place ... we shall probably get totally rat-arsed and both be hung over tomorrow." She laughed.

"Good for you, have fun!" I smiled and gave her another hug, this time making sure that I was in control. It would be good for Maggie to have company at the house, she must have been missing the twins and I was glad Emma would not be on her own brooding all evening. 





Both Kitty and I came away from the examination room confident that we had achieved good results. It was the penultimate test for our final certificate and had been one of the new, multiple choice question test papers which were being introduced into further education that year for the first time. We now only had our course work reviews and practical applications to get through in April.  The exam had only been for an hour and a half and so I had plenty of time before I needed to be in London and it was just before eleven when Kitty dropped me off at Salisbury rail station. 

That time of the day trains ran to London every hour, and I had about 30 minutes to wait and so I decided to get my ticket and then go for a drink in the station buffet room. The café was quite busy and I took my coffee to the only unoccupied two seat table in one corner of the room. It was nearly 90 minutes train ride from Salisbury to London and so I had brought my walkman, clipped to my belt, and I was looking forward to listening to the Loussier disc from France. I took the disc from my pocket and slipped the CD into the walkman but left the crystal on the table, my schoolboy French wasn't that good but I was intending to make a stab at the cover blurb. 

A shadow fell over the table and I looked up. There was a woman I had never seen before standing looking down at me. She indicated the other chair which was occupied by my briefcase. "Is anybody using this seat?"

"No, no ....please sit down!" I exclaimed, jumping up to claim my case and dumped it on the floor beside my chair. She placed her cup of tea on the table and sat on the chair; sideways so that her legs were extended into the gangway. 

I pretended to fiddle with my walkman whilst I appraised her. She was about mid to late thirties and very attractive, I thought that her face had that same sweet softness shared by Mum and Maggie, which was my personal benchmark for loveliness, except that this woman had shoulder length dark hair cut in a soft pageboy style. She was about 5' 7" and her figure, what I could see of it beneath her beige rain coat, was neat, the waist belt was tied tightly around her waist giving her a distinct hourglass shape.  Her legs appeared long and very shapely and were clad in sheer black stockings or tights and she was wearing very expensive dark brown leather, low heeled court shoes which matched her equally expensive leather shoulder bag. 

I glanced up and straight into her eyes, they were deep brown pools. She smiled and her whole face lit up, I noticed that her teeth were perfect beneath her well shaped, wide lips which were painted with just the slightest hint of light red lipstick, the only make up that I could discern. 

"Would you mind if I looked at that?" She touched my CD case lightly with her manicured nails. Her voice was soft and cultured and huskily sexy. She was still smiling, her head tilted slightly to one side. I was entranced, at that moment, if she had asked me for the contents of my wallet or requested me to dance naked on the table I think I would have happily given her what she wanted.

"Yes, of course ....please do."  

She obviously could read French fluently as it took her only as few minutes to assimilate the contents of the sleeve booklet. I just sat and watched her face, and sipped my coffee.

"I really love Loussier's music, but his CDs and even cassettes are so difficult to get in England, most of my collection is on vinyl records."

"Mine too," I replied, "he is one of my mother's favourites, I grew up with Loussier, Acker Bilk and Artie Shaw but I can listen to Loussier's renditions of Bach anytime, over and over."

"Did you buy this in France?"

"Not personally, I just received it today in the post from my cousins who are taking time out and staying with family at Dijon."

We sat talking jazz music, comparing favourite artistes and tracks and where the best places were to buy rare or vintage records; she was quite a serious collector. Time flew by and suddenly the arrival of my train was being announced over the tannoy.

"That's my train," I said.

"Mine too ... we had better go."  

We both stood and as she handed me the CD case, for a moment our fingers touched. For me it was like an 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 I had felt when I touched Georgia Craven's hand, but one hundred times more powerful, it left me wide eyed and breathless. She had obviously felt something too, her face wore a look of surprise and she gave a little gasp. 

"It must have been static electricity," I offered, but I think that we both knew different. 

"Yes, maybe it was."

"If you are catching the London train to Waterloo, let me take that for you." I reached down and picked up her leather overnight bag and we started to move towards the platform. She must have been a lot stronger that she looked as the bag weighed a ton.

"Sorry, there are document files in the bottom .... Look, that carriage is fairly empty ... Come on."

We boarded the train and were lucky to get one of the two seater tables at the end of the coach by the corridor. I put our bags up on the luggage rack above our heads. We had both just mutually assumed that we would travel together like old friends but we hadn't even exchanged names yet. When we were seated comfortably I offered my hand, tentatively.

"I'm Jamie .... Jamie Riley, by the way." 

She touched my hand equally tentatively, her hand shake was firm but nothing unusual occurred, I think we both inwardly sighed with relief. I noticed that she was not wearing any rings.

"Gillian Watford .... Gill." She stood up and removed her top coat, folded it and added it to the bags on the overhead rack. "It's always either too hot or too cold on these trains," she commented. 

Beneath the coat she was wearing a snug fitting crew necked camel coloured cashmere jumper and a beige calf length pencil skirt which clung to her hips and thighs. She really did have a tiny, hour glass waist, emphasised by the wide brown leather fashion belt. All her clothes were of top quality.  Spending so much time with Mum and Maggie, I had learned a lot about women's fashions just by watching and listening and I could appreciate quality and style and Gill had both. 

By the time that the ninety minute train journey was half over, we had moved on from talking about music to talking about ourselves and I had told her about my job, about the garden centre and our plans.

"So what about you...?" I asked.

"I'm a soldier," she told me simply. "Lieutenant Gillian Watford, WRAC, attached to the Royal Army Education Corp .... Put simply I am a training co-ordinator, I design and organise army training courses."

"Wow! You certainly don't fit my picture of a soldier, but I'm very impressed!"

She laughed, her laugh was tinkly and musical. "You don't see many gardeners in suits, either."

"Touché, but I'm not just a gardener I'm a Super-Gardener," I reached into my pocket and found one of my business cards and quickly wrote on the back. "That's my home number, so if you ever want any work done to your garden just give me a call ...I'll count you as one of my very special personal clients."

"I'm afraid I haven't got a garden, or even a proper home," she said rather wistfully. "I've spent twenty years living in University digs or army accommodation, and I've got nothing to show for it ... nothing personal that is ... no home, no family ... just the job!"

"So are you working today?" I probed. 

"No. Just the opposite. I have decided to leave the service this year and I'm now on my way up to town to meet with a civilian recruitment agency. There are plenty of well paid jobs in large corporations for people like me .... But, I'm just not sure where I want my life to go right now."

"Buy a house in Wiltshire, and I will come and do your garden for you." I joked. 

The ticket collector walked through the carriage announcing that the train would be pulling into Waterloo Station in five minutes. I stood and pulled down our bags and helped her on with her coat and as the train lurched as it ground to a halt and for a moment we were pressed together, her back against my chest. I had no choice but to put my hands onto her firm round hips to steady her, she seemed either not to mind or not to notice. 

"Gill....?" I started to say something stupid about wanting to see her again and then twisted the conversation around, "Er, can I drop you anywhere, I shall be taking a taxi into Marylebone, so if you are going that way....?"

"Thanks, but I'm being picked from the station, it seems that I am in demand and the head-hunters are sending a car for me."

We said our good-byes on the station concourse. "It has been really nice meeting you Jamie, maybe we will run into each other again sometime, I'm stationed at Larkhill, The Royal Artillery Training School, at present and could be in the area for a few months yet."

"That would be nice," I didn't want to push her, there was no point, she wasn't going to be interested. We had spent a couple of pleasant hours together but that was all, it was unlikely we would ever meet again. "You've got my card; remember if you ever get that garden; call me."

She walked off towards the booking hall, turned once very briefly and waved and then was lost in the crowd of travellers. I pushed my way through to the taxi rank and just as I stepped into the cab I saw her emerging and getting into a large black limo driven by a grey uniformed chauffeur. 



The cab dropped me at the entrance to St. Christopher's Place just off Duke Street about one-thirty. I could see Mum already sitting at one of the outside tables of the corner café, enjoying the sunshine. When we came up to town as a family we often used the restaurants and café around St. Christopher's Place as it was a quiet pedestrian area and close to the Multi-story car park at Selfridges. By coincidence the Olsen's had their London law practice just around the corner in Wigmore Street. The waiter came out and I ordered a small coffee and a sandwich which I consumed whilst Mum plied me with questions about how the exam had gone and if I had had a good journey, I didn't mention Gill, but I showed her the CD from Lauren and Lucinda and promised to let her borrow it.

The offices of Craven, Olson and Partners were on the second floor of a white stone faced building sandwiched between two rows of red brick with an expensive looking restaurant on the ground floor. We only had to wait a few minutes before Marsha Olsen came out to greet us and lead the way into her office. 

I had met Marsha before, at Maggie's Christmas drinks party and at a concert, but I did not really remember her. She was Kristen's mother and there was a striking physical resemblance. She was very tall, probably five foot ten or more in her high heeled shoes, with a face that was simply an older image of Kristen, with the same generous mouth and bright blue eyes, her long silver blonde hair was twisted into a large tight bun from which a pony tail swung down her back, very Scandinavian.  For a woman who was probably in her early fifties her figure was terrific, obviously the product of some serious applications of exercise and diet plans, and was shown off effectively by the sharp black pin-stripe tailored skirt suit she was wearing. 

The office was furnished with antiques, a large Regency leather topped desk dominated the centre of the large room and one wall was taken up with mahogany, glass fronted book cases containing leather bound legal volumes. There was a big bay window containing three small velvet easy chairs, probably Georgian, and a large occasional table and after collecting some files from her desk she guided us to the comfortable chairs.

I sat opposite Mum with Marsha between us so that they could talk easily and just listened, although mostly I just watched Mum. She was sitting in the chair nearest the window and the sunlight was directly on her hair and face but lit that way from behind there was a halo of light around her.  She was obviously nervous and was glancing my way for re-assurance and kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. She was wearing black, embroidered fishnet stockings and her skirt was pulled tight around her thighs, I just could not take my eyes from her legs it was just the most erotic thing and I had to make a serious effort to stop my prick from responding to the visual stimulation.  I knew that she had noticed but I just could not tear my eyes away. Marsha Olsen could not have detected anything as I was sitting partially behind her and she was turned facing Mum. 

When she got up and went to her desk for something Mum pulled a face and mouthed silently at me, "STOP IT!" I grinned sheepishly and then we both spontaneously started to giggle like a couple of kids.

"Did I miss something?" 

"No, Marsha ....it was nothing, just Jamie and I being silly," Mum was still laughing but her tension and nervousness seemed to have evaporated. 

Finally, Marsha seemed to be satisfied that all her questions had been answered satisfactorily and presented Mum with a series of papers to sign and had one of her clerks witness them. It seemed that Dad's absence for more than two years constituted grounds for desertion, but the main issues were around the legalities of Mum's property. Our house was protected because it had never been in Dad's name and the mortgage had always been paid by Mum alone, I hadn't been aware until that time that Mum had made a will after Dad left to ensure that her estate passed to Emma and I and that Maggie had been named as our guardian in the event of her death before we came of age.

"That's it, all done for now," Marsha told us, "Sorry to drag you up to town but I needed to be here this week and it was important that these papers got agreed and signed as soon as possible."

We walked out into the bright sunlight of Wigmore Street and the noisy bustle of afternoon traffic. "Where to now?" I asked.

"Let us walk up to Selfridges and get tea and cakes. Then we can wander round the store and buy each other something nice that we don't really need." Mum looked as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her just by the action of formalizing her decision. 

Selfridge's department store was only a couple of streets away and we started to stroll in that direction, Mum's arm hooked through mine. We had just turned down Orchard Street when she suddenly stopped and turned to face me. 

"What were you doing staring at my bloody legs like that!  Whatever got into you?"

"You can't blame a guy for looking, you shouldn't have such sexy legs." I bantered. She started to slap at me furiously and poke me with her extended finger, but she was laughing and her slaps and punches were just in fun. I ducked and dodged and put up my fists in a boxer's guard until she drove her hand beneath my defence and poked me hard in the gut.

"That's for ogling my legs!" She did it again, I couldn't stop her I was laughing so much, "and, that is for trying to look up my bloody skirt!" She tried it a third time but I was ready for her and dodged aside and slapped her playfully, but not too gently on the arse.




The Touch Ch. 20



"Oh, you rotten sod, that stung!" I decided that retreat was a whole lot better than battle and started to trot off towards Oxford Street, Mum running behind me swatting at me and both of us laughing like drains. The shop keepers and passers by must have thought we were total idiots. I stopped when we reached the door to Selfridges Food Hall, and she caught up with me out of breath from running and giggling and collapsed against me. 

"Let's go and get tea in the restaurant now," she panted. I put my arm around her shoulders and she slipped hers around my waist and we ambled towards the store entrance, "and for God's sake, try not to keep grabbing my arse or leer at my legs, this time!" Just to tease her I slid my hand down to gently squeeze one firm round buttock, she let my hand rest there for several seconds before digging me in the ribs with her elbow, I moved it back to her shoulder. I was sure that this was definitely NOT the way that a mother and son should be behaving in public, probably not in private either. 

After having tea we spent an hour on the ladies fashion floors. I had told Mum that I would treat her to something special to wear, and despite her protests intended to keep to that, I had taken Maggie to the Handel concert at Salisbury Cathedral and had promised Mum a night out as well and I already had something in mind. 

I found it a strangely sensual experience following her from rail to rail whilst she picked out dresses, skirts and tops and held them up for my approval. After that followed the tingling anticipation of waiting outside the changing cubicles whilst she tried the final selection of dresses on, my mind a slide show of imagined views of her changing from one garment to the next behind that curtain.  

She emerged and paraded them for me one at a time. Finally we had the choice down to two dresses, both long evening gowns and both black. The first was a figure hugging design in black velvet, strapless with a low back and a black chiffon bolero style top. The other was black satin with a feathery beaded bodice and a deep slit in the rear of the skirt. 

She left me to choose, "You are buying it for me, which do you want to see me in?" I had already decided, she looked terrific in both but in the black velvet she was totally fabulous and I was sure that it was her choice as well.  

When she had it wrapped in tissue in a bag and I had paid the cashier she reached up and kissed me lightly on the cheek, "Thank you, darling, it's gorgeous," she said quietly. I was sure that the saleswoman had heard her and it was darkly exiting that she probably thought that we were lovers.

"It's my turn now," she said and steered me towards the lifts. "I know exactly what I want to get you." We disembarked onto the menswear floor and she led me straight to a corner filled with dress suits, dinner jackets and formal wear of all types and styles. 

"Oh no, Mum" I protested, "These are far too expensive!" 

"This is the one that I like." She held up an absolutely classic dinner jacket single breasted with silk faced lapels, "Do you like it?"

"It's really great...but..." She was already beckoning to an elderly salesman who came over and took my measurements, looked me up and down and then pulled a jacket and some trousers from the rails and passed then to me.

"I believe these should fit you sir... if you would care to try them on." He indicated a small row of curtained cubicles. I changed and stepped out to get Mum's approval. The salesman fussed around checking the fit and finally gave a nod of satisfaction, "Yes sir, a good fit." Mum was smiling and nodding and so it looked as if it was a done deal. I changed back into my lounge suit and handed the dinner jacket and trousers to Mum who went with the salesman to the cash desk. When she returned with the bag I looked inside, whilst I had been changing she had picked out a dress shirt and black tie for me and added them to the purchase. 

"Thanks, Mum ... you really shouldn't have done this, it's too much." I gave her a big hug.

"Well now you have no excuse not to take me out somewhere really swanky." 

The shop was closing and so we took our bags and walked through to the back of the store and out into the car park at the rear. We found Mum's car and she nudged it out into the rush hour traffic and we joined the queues of cars trying to break free of Oxford Street and get out of the city. 

The drive home took nearly three hours, the only consolation being that Mum's VW Golf was fairly new and was fitted with a CD player and so we could listen to my new Jacques Loussier disc together.  Mum and I were alike, neither of us particularly liked to talk when driving and we were happy to just listen to the music or drive in companionable silence. It was nearly half past eight when we reached the outskirts of Salisbury and we had both already agreed that we were close to starving. 

"I think we had better call in at home first to pick up Emma, I doubt if she will have fed herself properly." Mum suggested. I had totally forgotten about Emma.

"Oh, bloody hell, Mum," I exclaimed, "I forgot to tell you .... She's spending the night at Maggie's place; I think they plan on going out somewhere."

"In that case, what do you say to calling in at the Berni Inn for a steak before we go home?"

I said yes. The restaurant was reasonably quiet for a Wednesday evening, and we got a table straight away and ordered our steaks. Emma always joked and called Mum and Maggie and me, 'The Three Ghouls' because we all three liked our fillet steaks rare and juicy and pink. I ordered a bottle of the Chateau Neuf du Pape, the best of the reds that the limited wine list offered, and we skipped the pudding and settled for cheese and biscuits and coffee floats. 

For me, it had been a fantastic day, and the meal and the wine finished it off well. I had really enjoyed being with Mum and I think that she was happy too, she certainly seemed cheerful and radiant and full of fun, I was having a real problem remembering that she was my mother. We sat at the table for a long time just sipping our creamy coffees and talking about nothing in particular just enjoying each others company.

By the time that we got home it was nearly eleven, I had driven back from the restaurant and Mum went and opened the front door whilst I got our shopping and briefcases from the boot of the car and piled them in the hall. 

"I am soooooo tired!  We've been on the go since seven this morning you know ..... I think I shall just take a shower and get ready for bed," Mum said sleepily, "Will you make me one of your special hot chocolates?" 

"OK, I'll just get changed first, then I'll bring the drink up to you," I wanted to get out of my suit, I wasn't particularly uncomfortable but I had been sitting about in the same clothes all day. I stripped off and pulled on my silk pyjama shorts and an old t-shirt that I used to sleep in, then pushed my feet into the old leather sandals that I wore about the house instead of slippers. After I had hung the suit and my new dinner jacket in the wardrobe I went back down to the kitchen.

There wasn't really anything extra special about the hot chocolate that I sometimes made for us all, I just used a little extra powdered chocolate, some double cream and a generous slug of whisky and dropped a square of chocolate into the cup which dissolved slowly and added richness. I put the mixture into a saucepan and turned up the heat and stirred until it started to foam and then poured it into two mugs and added the Scotch and chocolate cube. 

I had been listening to the sound of the shower running in Mum's en suite bathroom and the mental fantasy of her naked and soapy beneath the running water was starting to turn me on; I remembered the voyeurish glimpse that I had had of her beautiful and nude in her bedroom at Christmas. The noise of the shower stopped and I could hear her moving about in her room.

"Where is my chocolate... it's a long time coming?" Mum called cheerfully. I was right outside her door a mug in each hand; I pushed it open with my foot. 

She was sitting on the bottom of her bed wearing the plain white cotton nightdress that she had been wearing when we said goodbye that morning. Her blonde hair looked hardly damp and I guessed that she must have used a shower cap but the skin of her shoulders, throat and chest, visible above the line of the nightdress was soft and pink from the fierceness of the hot shower. Her nipples were a dark shadow beneath the thin fabric which was clinging to her breasts with the residue dampness from her shower. She really did not seem to be aware of how awesomely sensual that plain nightdress was and what it was doing to me. 

"So what did your last servant die of?" I joked, handing her one of the mugs. "The trouble with you femme fatale types is that you want everything on demand and immediately." I needed to lighten the mood or get out and go to my own room, as I was beginning to feel seriously horny. 

As a family there had never been any false modesty between us. As Emma and I became teenagers we went through the normal self consciousness that came with puberty and we no longer walked around in front of each other or Mum nearly naked as we had when we were kids, but Mum had never been prudish around me even as I got older. After all, we all shared the same house and seeing each other in our night wear or under clothes was inevitable. Besides, as Mum herself had once said, there is very little that you can hide from the person who washes your smalls. 

I sat down beside her and for a couple of minutes we just silently sipped at our drinks. "Are you OK, Mum?" I finally asked, "I mean really OK, not just pretending?" The events of the day must have been traumatic to some extent even if she hadn't shown it.

"Yes, I'm fine .... Really! I actually feel relieved now that the divorce is under way, as though a cloud which was hanging over us all has started to blow away." She slipped her arm around my waist and gave me a little hug. "Thank you for being there for me, it made all the difference."

"I was really proud of you today..." I told her, "You were really cool at the solicitors; it was great just spending time together, and ......God, but you looked bloody sexy in that dress and those stockings!" 

She started to playfully slap and poke at me again and I had to jump up and grab her mug before she spilt the remnants of her chocolate. I backed across the room and placed both cups on a small table by the door and then darted over to her dressing table chair and snatched up one of those fishnet stockings and held it up between finger and thumb and dramatically drew it slowly across my face.  I could actually smell the scent of her on the sheer silky fabric and I felt that familiar stirring starting in my groin.

"What is it with you and those bloody stockings today?" She was standing in front of me glowering in pretend anger, but her eyes were sparkling and her face soon relaxed into a radiant smile. She reached for the stocking and I held it playfully up out of her reach.

"I think I shall keep this as a souvenir." 

"Oh no you won't! Give it to me!" She made another grab and missed. We were now so caught up with our little game that we were just like a couple of teenagers having sexy teasy fun together. 

"I'll let you have it .... If you put them on again... just for me!" I held it above my head in both hands like a trophy or a football scarf. 

"You are a bloody pervert!" She chortled, we were both laughing and she was leaning up against me reaching for the stocking which was just beyond her finger tips. "I am your mother remember!" 

"Oh God, but I wish you weren't! I do SO wish that you weren't!"  

We had both stopped laughing and I lowered my arms looping the stocking around her shoulders and pulling her closer to me, trapping her against my chest. 

Our faces were only inches apart. I looked down into her face, her cheeks were slightly flushed, her lips parted, her breath coming in small shallow gasps. She had closed her eyes as if not being able to see me would change what we both knew was about to happen, this time there was not a thing either moral or physical that would stop me from showing her how I felt about her. 

I dipped my head and pressed my mouth to hers, our lips just gently brushing and the very tips of our tongues touching, it was hardly a kiss more of a caress. She made no move to pull away and I felt her arms lightly slide around my waist. We stayed like that for several long moments until I released the stocking, letting it float to the floor and drew my hands down her back to rest on those firm round buttocks. Her body felt warm and smooth beneath the thin cotton and I was very aware of the contours of her thighs and groin against mine and her hot breasts crushed against my chest.  There was the beginning of an erection stirring and I knew that the thin silk sleeping shorts would do little to contain it but if she could feel it against her leg she made no effort to move away. 

Our mouths were developing lives of their own, our lips moving harder and faster into a deep passionate kiss which for me was born of a long suppressed need and desire. I sought out her tongue with mine pushing and probing the tips flicking at each other as she responded with a warmth and passion that took me by surprise. It was several long fabulous minutes before we broke apart.

"Oh God, Jamie!" We remained locked together our lips almost touching. "We ... can't ...it's not ..." 

I moved my head back so that I could see her clearly. Her eyes flickered open, I was almost afraid to look into them, afraid that I might see remorse, or guilt or rejection; something that would instantly end forever what we had now finally begun. What we were doing was going to change everything, forever. Her eyes were wide clear misty blue pools; the only emotions that I could see in their depths were affection and longing, but there were tiny drops of moisture starting to form in the corners. 

"I want you so much. I have wanted this so much for so long..." I murmured.

"Oh yes, yes. I have as well, it is just so .... So impossible .... So wrong.....!" 

There was a tiny tear on her cheek, frozen in time, unmoving, I touched my lips to it tasting the saltiness on the tip of my tongue, she looked a little bit frightened, but her eyes were deep pools of warmth and desire. I wanted her so much, to hold her, to kiss her, to make love to her to merge our whole beings. For less than a second the thought entered my mind that I could have all of that by using 'The Touch', but I didn't want that .... Whatever happened from this point on had to be because we both wanted it to happen. 

I was suddenly gripped for a moment by a clear flashing surge of sanity, "Do you want to stop?" 

"No  ... No  ... NO!"

I brought my mouth back to hers and this time our kiss was full on, deep and passionate and totally, insanely, out of control. Our wet lips rolled and sucked at each other and our tongues thrashed and entwined in a sensual dance of passion. I brought my hands up to cup her full breasts through the cotton of her nightdress the firm nipples hot in my palms and felt her gasp into my mouth as I squeezed them gently. My prick was standing erect and virtually unrestrained in my silk shorts and was rammed hard against her belly, rolling between us as we gently gyrated our hips in a mutual body caress.

Eventually our mouths slid apart both of us gasping for air and laughing with the sheer bliss of the madness that we were enjoying. I moved my lips across her face, nibbling a trail down her throat and onto her shoulder until I encountered the narrow shoulder strap supporting her nightdress. She was breathing deeply, her breasts heaving against my chest and I slid both hands up her back until my fingers found those thin shoulder straps and I could ease them down over her shoulders.  I covered her bare shoulders and throat with kisses, drawing my lips across her chest and nuzzling into the deep V of her cleavage. Her hands were gripping the back of my head, finger tips pressed into my hair, and her lips were parodying mine, planting tiny nibbling kisses up and down the side of my neck and throat. 

"Oh God, that is so good!" I believe that she said the actual words but I was thinking them as well.

I gripped her nightdress at the waist and gently pulled downwards. I was surprised how easily it slipped over her breasts and dropped to the floor. Her breasts close up, were even better than I remembered, they were smooth and round and milky white with dark aureolas and firm, small button nipples. She was tugging ineffectually at the hem of my t-shirt and I grabbed the neck and pulled it savagely over my head so that I could feel the warmth and softness of her breasts against my bare chest.

"Oh, you are so beautiful!" I slid my hands lightly and slowly from her hips, over her waist and up to once again cup a soft breast in each hand. Her hands were hot and smooth on my back and I could feel her short clipped nails lightly tracing a pattern on my skin in little circles matching the movement of my palms on her breasts. 

We were both trembling slightly, I could feel her starting to gently sag against me and my own knees were beginning to feel like jelly and so I stooped to get one arm behind her knees and lifted her up, her arms snaked around my neck. She was a light as a feather, and it was only three steps to the bed, the cover already turned back and welcoming. Her arms remained encircling my neck as I lowered her onto the soft divan and then lay down beside her, my lips immediately seeking hers again and my hand sweeping up and down the length of her nakedness from thigh to shoulder until finally resting on her breast, my fingers lightly rolling the firm, already erect nipple. 

I wanted her there and then. My erection was throbbing inside my shorts against her thigh pushing at the waistband demanding release. I wanted to be inside her, filling her and making love to her, but I did not want this tender first exploration of our bodies and these sweet forbidden pleasures to end.

I moved my face down so that I could kiss her breasts and nibble gently at her firm little nub nipples, and she arched her back pushing her softness into my open lips and moaning quietly deep in her throat. My hands and lips could not get enough of her wonderful, smooth mature body and I spent long minutes caressing and kissing every inch of her from her breasts down to her small delicate toes and back again her body quivering beneath my touch and her breath escaping her lips in long low moans. 

Finally I let my hand lightly cover her pussy, one finger gently pressing against the moist opening between the lips.  She gave a sharp gasp, her fingers dug hard into my back and her legs fell open giving my hand full access to her most secret part and at the same time thrusting aside the last remnants of taboo, trusting me completely in her total surrender. My finger tentatively explored and found her clit, it was already engorged and quite swollen peeping from beneath it's soft hood. I touched it once, gently, and she shuddered and let out a deep moan and then her hand came down to rest over mine. 

"Make love to me now, my darling. Please!" Her other arm was around my neck and urging me over her. 

I moved between her legs tugging at my shorts and finally kicking free of them, they were damp with pre-cum and for the first time in my adult life I was so sexually aroused that I was terrified that I would rabbit, and ejaculate prematurely, I desperately wanted this to be right for both of us. I hovered over her, my erection rock rigid, the glans a hot pulsing bulb, my whole prick jerking with anticipation. 




The Touch Ch. 20



I hesitated; I had to be absolutely sure. 

"Are you sure that you want this?" I was croaky with sexual tension.

Her eyes were bright and her beautiful face lit up when she unleashed one of those fabulous smiles that only she and Maggie could generate.

"Oh yes, I want you so much, so very much." Her voice was soft and husky and deep with longing.

I carefully guided myself to her pussy. I felt clumsy and inept, she was warm and moist and ready, then the tip was probing at her entrance and I pressed gently forward, for some reason terrified that I would hurt her. She seemed to feel my hesitancy and raised her hips to ease passage and suddenly I was sliding into her and my tool felt as though it was encased in a tube of hot liquid velvet. 

"Ooooooooh!" she gave a long low moan.  

She pulled my face down and our lips met and I was swallowed into a pool of sensual joy centred on her soft mouth, probing tongue and gently rotating hips. We made love, slowly and tenderly for a long time our bodies almost motionless with just our loins moving gently in time with the low moans of ecstasy being drawn from both of us. Her arms were tightly clamped around my neck and her legs entwined with mine. My prick was a shaft of tingling, sensitivity, I could not believe that I had experienced that level of arousal for so long, but I also knew that I was very close to release; I could sense the build up of pressure, like an oil well waiting to gush. 

I broke the kiss to look at her face; she looked so happy, her eyes were dancing pale blue lights, she was smiling and her face was framed by a halo of honey blonde hair, it was unbelievable that I was deep inside her, making love to her, and that it was the cause of her happiness.

Then suddenly I was there. Before I could warn her, I was trembling from head to toe and my erection was jerking inside her as I climaxed in a massive eruption, pumping stream after stream of my jiz into her in great thick fluid ropes.

"Aaaah!" We both let out a gasping moan at the same moment. I collapsed into her arms and she gave another small gasp as I withdrew from inside her. We lay quietly holding each other close and pecking at each other's faces with small affectionate kisses. 

"Oh God, Mum!" I murmured guiltily, "I came ... I came inside you ..."

"Yes, darling."  She laughed joyfully and kissed me solidly on the lips. "It was wonderful!"

"But .... I didn't mean to .... You know .... Er, babies?" I stuttered.

She laughed again and hugged me really close, "I'm not a child .... And I won't be getting 'with child' either .... That hasn't been possible since your sister was born." I had not known about that, but I didn't pry, if and when she was ready she would probably tell me.

We lay comfortable in each others arms for a long time, exchanging small sentiments and kissing, sometimes passionately and sometimes just affectionately, our hands gently sweeping and caressing each other more for comfort than arousal. Mum was the first to fall asleep, laid in the crook of my arm with her head on my shoulder and my face pressed into her fragrant silky hair. 

I awoke about four o'clock to realise that I was alone in her big bed. I got up checked the en suite and then pulled on my shorts and went out onto the landing, I could see a light on downstairs.  

Mum was sitting at the kitchen table in her towelling dressing gown, nursing a cup of tea. I stepped up behind her and put my arms around her neck and kissed the top of her head. 

She turned her head and smiled up at me and we kissed, holding our lips together for long seconds.  I don't believe that either of us relished what was to come but we knew that it had to be done. There was some cold coffee in the percolator and I poured it into a cup then sat down opposite her our knees touching beneath the table and she reached over to grasp my hand.

"We need to talk." 

"Yes, I know .... I'm sorry...."

"No! Don't be sorry, my darling, please don't be sorry," she said softly. "What happened tonight was wonderful, and I wanted it just as much as you and I think that maybe it was just inevitable, but what we did does have it's consequences."

I raised her hand to my lips and kissed her fingers.

"Jamie, darling, what we did was incest! However right it may have been for us, it will be seen as wrong by most people and is illegal, and if it became public we could both end up in prison!"

"I would never do anything that would hurt you or put you at risk, you know that don't you?

"Yes darling, I know." She smiled and squeezed my hand tightly, "We must never, ever tell anybody, about tonight, especially not Emma or Maggie, you must promise me that. Will you?"

"Of course, did you really need to ask?" I looked into her eyes for any sign of rejection; there was none, "Where do WE go from here?" 

"We could both promise to stay away from each other, to just go back to being a normal mother and son, and pretend nothing happened between us tonight." She stood up and came around behind me and put her arms around my neck, her hair falling about my face, and whispered into my ear, "It would mean no staring at my legs ..... no grabbing my arse, and definitely no creeping into my bed at night when we are alone in the house. Do you think that that would work?"

I breathed a great sigh of relief. "No I don't think that would work at all."

"Good, that's agreed," She moved away towards the door and then turned back, "Well, are you coming back to bed then?"



The Touch Ch. 21



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Pt. 21 - Of Commitments and Consequences

The garden centre was really busy that week, it was Mother's Day on Sunday and we always sold a lot of potted indoor plants and gifts that weekend. This year Maggie had bought in a nice range of decorative bowls from Holland which Jack's team had planted up with early crocuses and had put a dedicated special Mother's Day display in one of the smaller units.

I think that a lot of customer's were also visiting us out of curiosity; the new arboretum structure was visible from the main road and was drawing a lot of interest and we had all commented on the large numbers of new faces passing through the centre. At Emma's urging Maggie had also persuaded the main suppliers of our garden buildings and greenhouses to put up a row of flag poles along the perimeter fence, two of them would eventually hold flags with our own logo, but even the manufacturer's flags that were already in place added visual interest. I was pleased to see that Colin and Jack had finished laying the turf and planting up the rose beds by the entrance so that the whole of our road facing frontage was now smartly landscaped. 

Grace Jackson, the new catering manager had arrived that week and had immediately set about organising her new domain. As promised she had arranged for her choice of assistant cook to come in to meet Maggie. Suzan Li was also Chinese, she was small, about 55 and really charming, from what I could gather she was some distant cousin to Grace but more importantly had worked with her before and was a very experienced all round cook. By Friday they had got the kitchen working and had made trips to the cash and carry wholesalers and were cooking up a storm, so that Maggie could sample the dishes that they had agreed for the provisional menu. The added bonus was that all the staff got to have a cooked breakfast, lunch and cakes for afternoon tea on Friday and Saturday; everybody agreed that the food was excellent. 

The restaurant was going to be one of the projects under Maggie's supervision and so Grace, Emma and she spent most of the week together, finalising menus and unpacking and organising the furniture for the dining room. Grace and Maggie had arranged to start interviewing candidates for the kitchen staff and waitresses for the restaurant the next week. The intention was to have the catering project up and running a week before the official opening to iron out any issues. 

Mother's Day was one of those celebrations that had never really caught on in a big way for our family, when we were kids Emma and I would get Mum a posy of flowers and we would usually have a nice cooked lunch at home, but that was it. The last couple of years since I had been working I had bought her a decent bouquet and had paid for the three of us to go out to lunch at a pub somewhere and that had been my intention this year as well. As she was on her own I had insisted that Maggie join us for the day.

I had already booked the restaurant and ordered the bouquets for Mum from Emma and me, to be delivered to the garden centre on Saturday so that we could take them home with us at the end of the day ready for Sunday morning. I had also spoken by telephone to the twins in France, and arranged for a bouquet to be sent to Maggie on their behalf. This year, because everything had changed in the last couple of days, what I really would have liked was to have taken Mum out to lunch alone and then spend the afternoon making love to her, but that definitely wasn't going to happen, we needed to put on a face of family normality. We had also discovered during the intervening days that we needed to create for ourselves a whole new concept of what was to be normal for our changed situation and part of that was making sure that we did not become so wrapped up in each other that we pushed the other people that we cared for away, especially Emma who in many ways was still emotionally fragile and reliant upon both of us. 

I had spent a fair amount of time thinking about what we had done. I had no real moral issues with the idea of incest between Mum and I, we had been more like intimate friends than mother and son since Dad left, and becoming lovers seemed to be quite natural.

Thursday morning Mum and I were both still pretty euphoric if also a bit stunned by our joint surrender to longing and passion the previous night. After our talk, I had followed Mum into the hall and then swept her up into my arms and carried her back to her large bed and we had spent the rest of the night in each others arms. We did not make love again; we just held each other and talked and then finally slept spooned together until morning. 

The really strange thing was that from Thursday morning onwards everyday life had been pretty well normal. We got up, we took our showers separately; got dressed and had breakfast all much the same as any other normal day, except, on that morning we checked the house before leaving for work to make sure that we had not missed any tell-tale thing that was out of place. 

As I did virtually every other morning I told Mum how sexy she looked in her nurses' uniform and even though we were alone in the house we both treated it just as flirtatious banter.

"Just keep the sexy uniform on and we can both stay at home for the morning," I joked. At least I think I was joking. 

It wasn't going to happen, not today anyway, that was just the sort of irregular behaviour that would draw unwanted attention. She gave me a playful slap on the arm and then slipped her arms around my neck so that we could have a final long, deep indulgent kiss before leaving the house. That was a luxury we would need to forgo when Emma was at home. I rode in to work with the feel of her breasts imprinted on my chest and the taste of her lipstick on my mouth. 

It wasn't the going in to work that caused me concern, it was the coming home again that evening. I had several jobs to catch-up with as I had not been in the previous day and I wanted to call in to see Mark Dwight at his farm on the way home. We were intending to open the farm produce shop on Wednesday and I needed to speak to him about the delivery of the first consignment of fruit and vegetables and run an idea past him. I arrived at the Dwight farm sometime after seven and by the time that Mark and I had shared a beer and sorted out the detail of the order and delivery schedules it was getting close to eight o'clock.

"There is one final thing, Mark; it is about what we want to call the shop." He looked a little puzzled. "Maggie and I thought that I would be nice to call it, 'Gracie's Fruit and Vegetables' in memory of your mother...... after all it was originally her stall for over thirty years."

He smiled broadly and clapped me on the shoulder. "That would be great, really great," he enthused. "Mum would have loved that idea and Dad will be really touched, he still misses Mum a lot."

"I'm glad you approve. I needed to run the idea past you tonight so that we can get the sign writers started early next week. Oh, one more thing, will you speak to your father for me... Maggie and I would really like it if he would agree to come along and officially open the shop at Easter?"

It was about eight fifteen when I got home. Mum's car was in the drive so I knew she was in ahead of me. I suddenly felt bloody terrified! The memory of being with Mum the night before had filled me with warmth all day and I had been looking forward to seeing her this evening, but suddenly I was filled with doubt. What if, she had had a change of heart during the day? What if, she thought that I was late because I was avoiding her and was feeling hurt? I just sat outside on the Vespa for as long as it took me to smoke a cigarette, my legs were like jelly and my balls felt like stones of ice.

When I finally plucked up the courage to go indoors, I found Mum and Emma in the kitchen. Both seemed happy and cheerful and everything appeared totally normal. 

"Hello, darling, you are home late." Mum looked up and smiled and our eyes met and held for just a couple of seconds. It was long enough for me to know that things were OK between us. "Dinner will be a bit late; I have only just got in myself .... But look!" She waved towards the pans bubbling on the hob, "Emma has done all the vegetables for me." I had completely forgotten that Mum has said that morning that she would cook dinner and by the look of the pastry envelopes that she was brushing with egg we were having chicken en croute, with French beans, cauliflower and mushroom and white wine sauce. Emma helping with the cooking...that was a real first!

I went up to my room to shower and change and by the time I came back down, Emma had laid the table in the dining room and Mum was taking the chicken from the oven. I drained, mashed and creamed the potatoes and we were ready to eat. Dinner was superb and afterwards I told Mum and Emma to go and sit down whilst I finished off the washing up and put the dishes away. The rest of the evening was perfectly normal the three of us sat together in the sitting room, Mum and I on the couch reading and Emma on the floor by my legs with her head lodged against my knee listening to her walkman and scanning magazines. 

About ten thirty Emma went through to the kitchen and made teas for her and Mum and brought me a coffee. "I'm tired," she yawned, "I shall take mine up and go to bed." She kissed both of us and left, I heard her go up the stairs and close the door to her room. It was good that she wanted to spend more time with us and less alone in her room and I was glad that she seemed happy and contented again.

Mum shuffled up the couch until she was comfortably snugged under my arm, her head resting on my shoulder and her feet tucked beneath her. I tilted my head so that I could lightly rest my lips against hers and our kisses were gentle feathery, fluttery contacts that were almost chaste but caused us both to break apart breathing heavily. 

"It was so lovely having you in my bed last night but you can't be there tonight, you know that don't you?" she whispered sadly.

"I know. Just knowing that you want me to be there is enough for now. I can wait." It sounded trite but I really meant it and I knew that Mum understood I was sincere. 

We sat for a little while longer just gently kissing and touching and then went to our own beds. I was really tired but I lay for a long time just thinking about her, our love making last night and how we needed to handle our time together in the future. For the first time since I was about twelve, I awoke in the morning to find that I had had a wet dream. I couldn't remember what it was about, I know that both Mum and Maggie were there somewhere, but my shorts were clinging damply to me and I felt more than a little embarrassed with myself. 

Friday night we were all out. Mum had arranged to go over to Maggie's place for the evening, Emma was out at a disco with friends and I had fixed to meet, Colin and the lads from the Garden centre for a drink at the George and Dragon in Salisbury. We had several pints, went to Stoby's Fish and Chip shop and then sat in the market place with take-away eating our supper from the paper. I was a good lad's night out and the guys all got to know each other well. By the time that I got home, Mum and Emma were both in bed and asleep.

Sunday turned out to be a really good day. The weather was mild and the day bright and sunny. 

What mattered to me was that this was our first family day all together since Mum and I had become secret lovers and I was bit worried about how we would deal with it. What concerned me more than anything was this was the first occasion that Mum and Maggie and I were together, their being twins, I was afraid that Maggie would sense that there was a new deeper connection between us. 

My new relationship with Mum had not changed in any respect how I felt about Maggie, perhaps because they were twins they were two halves of the same whole and my feeling just naturally over spilled and encompassed both of them. Even with my new deeper bond with Mum I could not imagine having to choose between them, it would be just something that I could never do, and quite frankly I did not have the guts to think about it as a possibility.

Maybe because we had always had a very close relationship, Maggie, Mum and I, it was actually easier, because it was normal for us to be touchy-feely, very tactile and affectionate, and any small errors in behaviour between Mum and I were fairly simple to disguise as normal teasing or playfulness. 

Mum and I treated our situation light heartedly but in reality it had to be dead serious and so we were prepared to make do with the infrequent, very secret touch or kiss. It was a waiting game we were both prepared to play because it was worth it. What was really hard was that there were things that we needed or wanted to talk about and never seemed to get the right time alone together to do so. 

I bent the game rules a little Sunday lunchtime when Maggie arrived, looking great as usual. She was wearing a navy blue cotton dress with matching short jacket and blue stockings or tights with tiny birds embroidered on them, very smart and very fashionable, but an unmissable opportunity for me to tease Mum.

"Hi Maggie, you look terrific ... I love those stockings." 

"Thank you Jamie, gallant as always," she chuckled and gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"Don't encourage him, Mags," Mum put in laughing as she came downstairs after changing, "or the next thing you know he will be grabbing your arse!" She dug her finger hard into my ribs as she went past and skilfully trumped my play, "Aren't my stockings worth a mention as well?" She was wearing THOSE stockings again, I knew that it had to be for my benefit and it took my breath away. She was wearing a dress similar to Maggie's but in dark grey with a long cashmere cardigan jacket. 

"You both look bloody marvellous, and I could ravish both of you right now," I laughed putting an arm around each of them, hugging them tightly to me. 

Mum went to the bottom of the stairs to chivvy Emma along whilst Maggie and I walked out to the car, we were taking her Range Rover as it was more comfortable for four of us, she handed me the keys and I guessed that I was playing chauffeur. 

"It's Mother's Day," she said simply, "So Gwen and I can relax and have a drink and it's your job to drive, keep us amused and pay the bills." She added laughing. 

Mum and Maggie got into the car and I waited for Emma to catch-up so that I could lock the house. When she eventually came out to the car it was evident that the delay had been because she had taken extra time with her clothes and hair, she looked really good and I told her so.

"I wish you would notice more often," she pouted as I boosted her up into the back seat, then turned back, smiled sweetly and closed the door before I could reply.

I had booked a table at the Barford Inn which was the village pub at Barford St. Martin about two miles past Wilton on the A30. It was a sixteenth century coaching inn which served a very good Sunday Lunch and excellent traditional puddings. We had been there before on Mother's Day and the landlord always presented the ladies with a single rose which was a nice touch. This year Emma had insisted on sharing the cost of the Mother's Day lunch with me, she was now receiving a decent salary but I knew that she was also saving hard to pay for her driving lessons and the deposit for a car when she passed her test. 

After lunch we took our coffees and drinks outside to the beer garden and sat at one of the wooden picnic benches in the mild spring sunshine, Maggie and I on one side of the table and Mum and Emma opposite. Maggie delved into her bag and slid a large white envelope to me under the table.

"What are you two up to?" Mum asked.

Maggie prodded my arm, "Go on then" she urged. Maggie, Emma and I were all grinning like monkeys. 

I slid the envelope across the table to Mum and then just watched her face as she opened it. She pulled out the contents and just sat staring, her mouth open. Emma was jiggling up and down on the bench beside her, she already knew what the packet contained and seemed to be more excited that any of us. 

"Oh, my God, Jamie!" she exclaimed, "When did you do this!"

I had managed to get two tickets for the Royal Ballet performance of Giselle at the Royal Opera House in Covent Garden. In fact I hadn't obtained them at all; Maggie had acquired them through a friend of hers at the R.O.H. and had collected them for me on her last trip into town. They were good seats but the look on Mum's face made them worth every penny I had paid for them.

"I promised you an evening out somewhere special so that you could wear your new evening dress," I said. The performance was on the 18th. March, Saturday week, I knew that Mum was not working and I had arranged with Maggie that I should take the day off. 

"Oh, darling, that is fantastic," Mum got up and leaned right over the table to give me a kiss on the cheek. Our eyes met for just a brief second but the full impact of the promise that they held was unseen by anybody else. 

"It doesn't stop there!" Maggie enthused, nudging me again, "Go on tell her!"

"OK," I took a deep breath, "I've also arranged for us to stay at the Mountbatten Hotel in Covent Garden for the night with dinner before the ballet or supper after, or both if you want? I thought we could go up on Saturday morning and spend the day in town. It's all arranged!" 

In fact it had been arranged twice. Maggie had originally made the hotel booking for me for two rooms, but I had telephoned on Friday and changed it from two rooms to one of the luxury suites, in the name of MR. & MRS. Riley. Well, it wasn't a lie, was it? 

Mum moved round to sit beside me and I was squashed between her and Maggie both of them hugging one of my arms both had a thigh squashed tightly against mine and Mum had discreetly locked her fingers through mine beneath the table. It was just a surfeit of joy and affection and I felt the beginnings of an erection starting and so when Maggie suggested that we had a last drink before leaving I quickly wriggled out of the seat and went off to take a boner-killing pee before going to the bar.

Maggie spent the evening with us just sitting drinking coffees and smoking, all of us sat on the sitting room carpet playing Monopoly. Emma had found the old game in the loft some days previously, none of us had played in years and it really was great fun, we all cheated outrageously and laughed until we cried. 

After Maggie had left and Emma had gone up to bed I told Mum about changing the hotel booking to a double suite but cautioned her that the others still believed we were having separate rooms. She laughed at my joke about being MR. and MRS.

"Well at least that is one easy thing. We will not need to use false names when we go anywhere we can simply be Mr. and Mrs. Riley and we have the passports and driving licences to prove it." 

We were standing in the kitchen after washing up the cups and supper plates and I put my arms around her from behind and nuzzled into her neck breathing in the sweet perfume of her hair and then turned her to face me trapping her against the kitchen sink my lips seeking hers. The kiss was sweet and long but quickly turned deeper and more passionate our tongues twisting and dancing; my hands moved to cup her breasts, I could feel her tiny nipples hard through her dress and bra and my erection was pressed firmly against her stomach.

She pulled her mouth from mine. "I think we should go to bed now .... Our own separate beds .... "




The Touch Ch. 21



I agreed. I knew that if we did not stop there, we would stop at all. We really needed to establish how far we could tease each other before reaching the point of no return and started getting careless or sooner or later Emma was going to walk in on us shagging in the kitchen, or the sitting room or even the broom cupboard. Honestly, I would have settled for any of those options right then. There was no point in saying that we would not touch each other at all... that just wasn't going to happen!

We kissed one final time. "Thank you for another lovely day and my super, super present," she said. "I shall dream all night of that hotel suite and the double king-sized bed." 

I waited until I heard her door close before going to my own room; I hoped that my own dreams were going to be drier than the previous night. 

Maggie and I had both spent a lot of time with Jack and the guys in the greenhouses on Monday and Tuesday helping to get the trays of young spring plants ready for putting out into the sales areas, this was a really busy fortnight each year as there were literally thousands of seedlings to be pricked out and re-potted and maturing plants moved into multiple plug trays for sale. Personally, it was one of those jobs that I enjoyed doing, I loved handling plantlets and watching them grow from seeds to sturdy little plants, I found it both mentally reassuring and physically relaxing. 

On Wednesday we took delivery of the new pick-up truck. It was a brand new Volkswagen T25 Transporter with a canvas roll back cover over the flat bed. It had been re-sprayed the same dark green as our other vehicles and the company logo was displayed boldly on each of the cab doors. We now had sufficient vehicles to be able to handle deliveries and the off site project work. 

Maggie and I tossed a coin to see who got to use the new vehicle first and Maggie won. Both Maggie and I had picked up job sheets to go out to do work off site that day, she was intending to spend the day at the Bridge Inn at Wadworth, near Devizes planting up their containers and hanging baskets for the spring floral displays and putting in several young trees that they had ordered for the canal-side beer garden. Maggie was the boss but first and foremost she was a pro gardener and wasn't afraid to get stuck in to the manual work or get her hands dirty and now that Emma was running the office she put in as much time doing the routine jobs around the centre as any of us. 

I was going out to a client who was contracting us to put in a quite extensive patio area with themed flower beds and a decorative fish pond with cascade. I was using the job as one of the practical applications projects for my Cities and Guilds final certificate. I had drawn up the preliminary designs for Maggie's approval and would be doing a lot of the work. The customer had now accepted our quotation and we were ready to start and so I took Steve and Dennis with me in the Land Rover as we were planning to spend the day pegging out and levelling the patio area and perhaps make a start on digging the pit and plumbing trench for the fish pond. By two-thirty we had made seriously good progress, it had taken the three of us less time to prepare the ground than anticipated and Dennis and I set to with picks and shovels to start excavating the pit for the pond, whilst Steve drove back to the garden centre to collect the trailer which was already loaded with the paving slabs, sand and cement that we would need for the next stage of the job. By the end of the day I was satisfied that we would be able to start laying the slabs and lining the pool the next morning. 

We got back to the garden centre just before closing time and I went up to the office to find Emma. 

"I'll just take a shower and change," I said, "and then I'll drive you in to college."

"Thanks Jay, I'll be ready when you are," she paused and then added, "You won't need to pick me up tonight, I'm going out for something to eat with some of the girls from college after class. Somebody will drop me off home later, probably after eleven, so tell Mum not to bother to wait up with supper." 

I dropped her off at the technical college and drove home. Mum's car was already in the drive, she was on early shift that week and I could smell the aroma of cooking coming from the kitchen as I opened the front door. 

Mum was in the kitchen; she had obviously just showered and was wearing her white towelling bath robe and had a small hand towel draped around her neck which she had probably used to dry her hair which was still dark and damp. 

"Hello my darling, I wasn't sure if you were going to be home this early." My breath caught in my throat at the way that her eyes, her whole face, lit up as she came towards me. She glanced over my shoulder. "Emma HAS gone to college tonight, hasn't she?" 

"Oh yes! In fact she's not going to be home until late... she's going out with friends," I told her, "so we have the place to ourselves for at least three hours... I haven't even got to pick her up later."

She slid her arms around my neck so that she could pull my face down to hers and our lips came together in a soft, long, shallow kiss our tongues just very lightly skimming around each others lips, the tips flicking at each other tantalisingly. Just the lightest contact with her mouth seemed to always leave me breathless as though every kiss were an oral orgasm. With Mum it always started like a first time kiss, gentle and tentative, as though neither of us believed that we could actually be doing this forbidden thing and we needed to relive those first ecstatic moments over and over, that never changed, ever.

Gradually our kissing became more intense, deeper and more passionate our lips sucking at each other, our tongues rolling and thrusting and our breathing turning to shuddering moans that filled each others mouths. 

My arms were around her waist and I clutched her tightly to me and our mouths met in another kiss which went on forever until we were both panting for breath and gasping with the wave of desire that was jerking our bodies together uncontrollably. 

"Oh God, Jamie! .... That is so good, I've missed being in your arms ... so much."

I felt her sag slightly against me, my own knees were starting to quiver and my erect prick, trapped in my jeans seemed to be draining every last ounce of strength from my body with each imprisoned throb. 

"I think we need to lie down," I panted.

"Oh yes, you've made my legs turn to jelly, I think you are going to have to carry me again." She chuckled softly.

I bent and scooped her up into my arms and she looped her arms around my neck and nuzzled into my throat, placing little warm kisses on my neck and chin. "I love it when you carry me," She murmured into my ear. "It makes me feel so safe and secure." I hugged her tighter and started up the stairs.

"Oh Jamie!" she exclaimed suddenly, "I made you a hotpot for your dinner......"

"It will keep," I laughed, "Besides, I think we are both going to be very hungry later on."

We made love in her big bed, slowly and gently, savouring every moment of contact with each others bodies. We lay naked side by side whilst I explored her luscious curves with my hands our lips never far away from each other alternatively pecking or lightly brushing and then suddenly locking together in a totally mind blowing and body shuddering passion that left both of us gasping for breath and laughing in pure joy. 

My hand sought and found her beautiful rounded breasts and my fingers tweaked and gently rolled her small nipples until they were hard, hot little buttons and she was moaning deep in her throat and her chest was rising and falling in time with her shallow breathing. Her hand came around to rest on the back of my head and guided my lips to her breast. I touched one nipple with the tip of my tongue it was hot and firm and the dark aureola was pimpled with desire and I felt it swell as I gently sucked the whole nipple into my mouth flicking the firm nubbin with the tip of my tongue. 

"Oh darling," that is so good." 

I removed my mouth and cupped the now moist breast in the palm of my hand and looked up at her face, she was smiling, her eyes were bright and her breath was coming in small gasps. I moved my lips to the other nipple and kissed and suckled until it was as swollen and engorged as the first and then drew my lips down across her ribs and belly until I was lightly nuzzling the soft light fluffy triangle pointing the way to her pussy, then up again, my tongue leaving a damp trail back to her breasts. 

She sucked in a single deep breath as I brought my hand down and touched the tip of one finger to her clit and seemed to hold it for a long time before breathing out again in tiny gasping sighs as I softly rubbed the little butterball in little circles moving my finger down her soft slit to bring her own moisture up to that most sensitive of centre of pleasure. Her hips were moving in small swirls so that her clit was rotating in the opposite direction to my finger. I could feel it becoming engorged beneath my touch and her breathing was becoming deeper and more urgent.

"Oh yes, that is so good, my darling ... yes, just there .... Please, don't stop, don't .... Ooooooooh! Ooooooooh!" Her panted whispers turned suddenly into a deep, long throaty moan as her body spasmed and she threw both arms around my neck clutching me to her as the orgasm rippled through her from head to toe, finally leaving her limp and gasping in my arms. 

For me it was the most awesome experience, I had made her cum. I had given this wonderful, beautiful woman, my mother, an orgasm for the first time. It completely blew my mind, it was like two first time lovers coming together for a totally virginal love making experience.

"Oh God, Jamie... "she breathed, "I love you so much, my darling!"

"I love you too ..." I murmured softly into her ear, my face was buried in her soft fragrant hair, "I do....I really do!" 

I had rolled half over her during her orgasm and my throbbing, damp erection was pressed hard against her soft round belly. I could feel the warm moisture of her pussy pressed against my thigh her hips were still making tiny sensual jerking motions that were rubbing her clit softly against my leg. 

Her arm moved and I felt just the very tips of her fingers feather touching my quivering prick, not grasping just lightly stroking. 

"Please, love me," she sighed.

I eased myself carefully over her and felt her hand move with me, gently guiding my erection to her pussy, the glans sliding down over her clit and through her moisture until it found the warm tight entrance to her secret temple. She settled her legs around mine and the movement was enough to cause me to slide into her, at first just the tip and then, as we pressed our loins together the whole length until I was inside her hot moist tunnel as far as I could get. The whole length of my erection was throbbing inside her and her vagina was responding with a welcoming ripple which as we started to thrust at each other got faster and more intense until the sensations of our love making filled my whole body and numbed my mind. I felt we were merged into one and floating on a sea of purple velvet ecstasy.

This time our love making was less reserved, our bodies surrendered totally to each other and flowed together around the long slow thrusting of our loins as we propelled ourselves to mutual climax, both crying out loudly and clutching at each other as we spasmed and jerked and my erection disgorged flow after flow of my hot juices into her. 

We lay together for a long time wrapped in the warm glow of our love making until we knew that it was time to get up. Neither of us wanted to but the risk of remaining any longer was too great, Emma would have left college already and there was no guarantee that she would not be home earlier than expected, it was just one of those things we would need to get used to. 

"We need to both take a shower," Mum smiled, "you smell lovely and manly, but I suspect we also smell of each other and what we have been doing!" I watched her naked back and perfect arse as she went into the en suite, then I gathered up my clothes and dumped them into my room, collected my large bath towel from the bathroom and came back. She was already in the shower cubicle, the water running and wearing one of those silly plastic shower caps, but the rest of her looked fantastic. By the time that I stepped under the water with her I already had another erection.

"You shouldn't be in here!" she giggled, "We are supposed to be cleaning up, not starting over again."

She put her hands on my shoulders and reached up to kiss me, the tip of my prick was prodding against her stomach which was slick with soap bubbles and water. I ran my hands down her back and gently squeezed her buttocks and then brought both hands sliding upwards to cup her slippery soaped up breasts. She pushed me away to arms length her hands against my chest and spent long seconds just looking at my body her gaze lingering on my erect cock and then returning to my face. She started to laugh, a bubbly giggling laugh her eyes sparking with fun.

"I think the last time we took a shower together you were about seven years old," she chuckled, "and it definitely was not like this! But, I remember that you grabbed my arse then as well."

I did actually remember the time she was referring to, Mum, Emma and I were on holiday camping in Italy somewhere, we were cold and dirty and Mum had bundled the three of us into a rusty old shower cubicle and we had huddled together under the hot water. I clearly recall being totally amazed and enthralled by the sight of her beautiful naked body for the first time and had lightly stroked her buttock, it was incredible that she remembered that too. 

My reciprocal laugh died as I felt her hand lightly come to rest on my rock hard prick. 

"You can't go away from here like that," she murmured quietly. Her hand closed around it and began to slowly work up and down the length. 

"Oh Bloody Hell, Mum!" I gasped, "You don't have to ....." We were lovers now, we had petted and made love but I was strangely reluctant to let her 'service' me. As usual she seemed to sense what I was feeling.

"I want to, not just for you, but for me as well, it's called togetherness." She smiled.

She briefly removed her hand to run it over her own body and brought it back slicked with soap bubbles and curled her fingers around me and moved her hand firmly but gently from root to tip and back, over and over until my prick was a column of tingling sensation. Her other arm snaked around my neck and pulled my lips down to hers. That kiss was all that it took, I felt the glans swell up like a balloon waiting to burst, my balls were aching with the need to release I was ready to cum, I was ready to let her soft strong hand drain the lust from my body, my hips were moving on their own, humping my prick gently against her stomach.

And then it stopped! Her hand came to a dead stop at the root of my prick and she pushed down hard, raised herself up onto her toes and guided my quivering erection between her legs and lowered herself until she was impaled onto my prick. I instinctively grabbed her buttocks and pulled her even harder onto me, the tips of her toes were only just touching the floor.

"Ooooooooh! Oh, my God!" she moaned loudly.

The angle of entry and her downward weight made my penetration incredibly deep and tight. It was just too much, I exploded hard inside her and felt the pressure around my glans as my remaining jiz was forced out into her already constricted vagina, which was pulsating and rippling as we climaxed together. We clung to each other and then laughing and panting broke apart to wash the evidence of our renewed passion away.

"Oh, Jamie, I have NEVER done THAT before!" she panted as we dried each other. I reached out for her but she spun away laughing. "No ... no more ... not tonight .... We need to get dressed before Emma gets in .... Besides I am really ravenous now and that hot pot is still bubbling away downstairs, the smell is driving me crazy. I had to agree, she had given me one hell of an appetite. 

I went back to my room, sprayed myself with my own deodorant, then changed into a t-shirt and my old 'sitting about at home' jeans and sandals then went into the bathroom and hung my wet towel back on the rail then ran the shower until the cabinet had the appearance of having been used. I didn't think for a minute that Emma would pick up on anything but I almost never used the en suite shower in Mum's room, and we couldn't disguise the fact that we had both recently showered.

I joined Mum in the kitchen; she had put on a thick cotton track suit and smelled deliciously of perfumed body lotion and face cream. She put her hand gently to my cheek.

"You will need to start shaving before you ravish me in the future." She joked. "People will notice if I have a beard rash all over my body, ladies have sensitive skin you know!" 

It wasn't something that had even crossed my mind before. I had been one of those boys, who needed to start shaving early, it had held a certain amount of laddish kudos being the only guy in my form who needed to shave daily at fifteen, but now having to do it twice a day every day was less of a joy. I made a mental note that one of those pocket battery shavers might be a good thing to own.

We sat companionably and had our supper and had just finished washing up the dishes when Emma came in, earlier than expected. I made hot chocolates for us all and we gathered at the kitchen table talking until Mum finally said that she was tired, gave both of us a chaste motherly kiss, secretly squeezed my hand, and went upstairs to her room leaving Emma and I alone. 

"I'm going to take a walk around the garden and have a cigarette before turning in," I said and made for the back door. 

Emma shrugged her jacket back on, "I'll come with you." She put her arm around my waist and we strolled out onto the lawn, it was a mild pleasant evening with a huge white full moon.

"I saw Janice Copman in town this evening..." Emma said, "You didn't tell me you saw her over at the riding stables when you went to see Philippa Shelby!"

"Ah, I probably forgot," I suggested feebly. 

"Yes, of course... like you forgot that you took her out riding and on a date!" She rounded on me and dug me quite hard in the ribs, "Like you forgot you were supposed to 'phone her to make another date!" Another punch, but a bit less forceful this time. She couldn't hold the serious face any longer and started to grin.

You could never tell which way Emma would jump over something like this and so I decided to play the middle field. I lit another cigarette and put my arm back around her waist, "I know she is your friend, so will it bother you if I date her sometimes?"

She thought for a minute and then smiled, "No, I suppose not ... If you have to date anybody I guess that Janice is OK." We were strolling back up to the house and she stopped and looked into my eyes. "It's not serious though, is it? You would tell me if you had a really serious girlfriend, wouldn't you?" 

"No, it's not serious," I laughed, "You are still my best girl Emms," I gave her a hug, "You and Maggie and Mum." My fingers were firmly crossed behind my back.

The next two days were spent laying the patio and putting in the pond for our client, Mr. Lazlo. He was a nice old gentleman, probably late seventies, a retired surgeon, who sent his housekeeper out every hour or so with cups of tea and coffee and plates of biscuits, one of those customers who are just a pleasure to work for. Thursday, Maggie was staying at the centre and so I added Kitty to my work team. There was wet weather forecast for the week-end and we needed to get most of the work done before rain set in. I set Steve and Dennis to work laying the paving slabs on the sand base we had laid and rollered the previous day and Kitty and I began lining the excavated hole for the pond with about three inches of wet sand, both of us knew the theory, but neither had actually had to do the task before and it was a lot harder and took longer than we anticipated. It wasn't until late afternoon that we were able to lower the huge butyl pond liner sheet into the pit and fill it with water to allow it to settle over night. 




The Touch Ch. 21



The lads had worked really hard and had the main patio area paved by the end of Thursday and so I released them back to doing deliveries on Friday and Maggie came out with Kitty and I to finish off setting the pond and preparing the rockery and low shrub features that would surround it. It was really great working with Maggie again on some real gardening; she was the design expert and the diploma horticulturalist. The fact that she was pleased with the work we had achieved so far which was a real boost to my ego. What was even better was that she spent time with Kitty and I working through design and structure issues and explaining how to get around some of the differences between the customers requirements and what would actually work in practice, and why. By the end of the day we laid out the rockery beds, barrowed in the top soil from the pond excavation and covered it with tarpaulin to stop it getting soaked if it did rain at the weekend. 

We had also secured the pond liner and laid sand foundation for the edges. Steve had given me a lot of tips about basic brick laying but Maggie turned out to be a real dab hand at mixing cement and handling a trowel and the inner line of random slabs around the pond edges were concreted into place by the time that we were ready to leave. Landscape gardening isn't all about lawns, bushes and trees.

It poured with rain as predicted on Saturday but the garden centre was really busy, the new arboretum and covered walkways meant that customers could now roam most areas of the centre protected from the weather. 

The Farm Produce shop had opened as planned on Wednesday and Josie was telephoning Mark each evening with her order for the next day which one of his labourers delivered early morning. Word had got around and the shop was doing good business from day one. Emma had had a real brainwave. When old Gracie Dwight had died last year the local paper had run a story and obituary with several old photographs from the 1950's and 1960's of Gracie's original farm produce stall. Emma had spoken to Mark for permission, and then rang the press office and ordered copies of the photographs which she had enlarged and mounted on 3' x 2' boards and were hung around the walls of the shop which, with the new colourful signage would make for a really upmarket boutique look.  

Sunday was a bit overcast but dry and I had planned to spend some time doing jobs in the garden. That wasn't be as Emma had other plans and they were to be the catalyst for something that I needed to address with Mum but would have preferred to put off for a bit longer.

About ten-thirty I had just finished my first chore of the day, cleaning out the old summer house. I had piled all the garden furniture outside, swept out the building, cleaned the windows and oiled the door and had got out some sandpaper and started rubbing down the exterior to remove fungal marks before giving the whole thing a fresh coat of wood stain. 

I had picked up the sound of a car stopping on the road outside the front of the house and a few minutes later heard Mum calling me from the back door and started up towards the house. I hadn't really connected the two as we do not normally get many visitors on a Sunday except Maggie and she would have pulled right into the drive. 

"Jamie, we've got a visitor," Mum told me as I kicked off my boots and came into the kitchen. "I've just poured out coffees will you bring the tray into the sitting room for me, darling."

I picked up the tray and followed her through the hall. Emma was sitting on the couch chatting with Janice Copman; it must have been her car that I heard. She looked really nice, her blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail and she was wearing her usual short sleeved rugby style shirt and a gilet over riding breeches, I guessed she had left her boots by the door. 

"Hi Jamie," she smiled and stood up. Mum took the tray from me and put in on the coffee table and I noticed my sister give Janice a little push from behind. She stepped up to me.

"Hi Jan." As we gave each other a brief peck on the cheek I felt the tip of her tongue flick out and touch my cheek leaving a tiny hot moist spot. It was so quick that nobody else could have noticed, but it felt erotic and made me feel as guilty as hell with Mum in the same room. "It's great to see you ... but what brings you over here...?"

Mum had sat down on the other side of Emma and I felt a little bit uncomfortable standing in the middle of the room with Janice as if our conversation was about to play out before a critical audience. 

Before Janice could answer me Emma chipped in. "I called her Friday to see if she wanted to do anything over the week-end. I need to cosy up to her so that she will invite ME over to ride with her sometime," she laughed. They had been really close friends at school and I would much rather see my sister hanging out with the likes of Janice than the crowd of no hopers she had picked up with at one time. 

I hadn't made a big secret of going out riding and then on a date with Janice the previous month, Mum knew, she had been there when I got home, but I had learned the hard way not to tell my sister everything I did and who I did it with. I guessed, I hoped, that Janice had not told Emma how intimate that date had actually been.

Mum came to my rescue, "So what are you two planning to do today, then?" she asked Emma. 

"I am actually working, Mrs. Riley," Janice put in, "I need to deliver a pony to his owners up near Cheltenham, it is a long drive pulling a trailer and I told Emma I could do with some company."

"That sounds great," I said, breathing a sigh of relief, "It will be a good chance for you two to catch up with gossip and old times." 

"I'm not going, you idiot!" Emma giggled, "YOU ARE!" She obviously thought that this was a great joke, "You two are the one's who are dating so I volunteered you to go with Jan!" I glanced at Janice and she looked as embarrassed as I felt but I guessed for different reasons.

"Er, yes ... I mean no .... " I stuttered. A fortnight ago I would have jumped at the opportunity to spend the day with Janice, I genuinely really liked her and I knew that I was on an imminent shag warning with her. Having to decide whether or not to go out with her for the day, here and now, in front of Mum, this I did not want, it gave me a sinking cold feeling in my gut, if I got this wrong then somebody was going to get hurt, I didn't want it to be me or Jan, but I really desperately didn't want it to be Mum. 

I made the decision. "Look Jan, it would be great but I am in the middle of re-staining the summer house.....perhaps another time?" Janice looked disappointed, Emma looked bloody furious, and I felt like a total arse-hole. 

Mum was laughing, "Don't be such a killjoy, Darling," she chuckled, "Of course you must go, you can paint the stupid garden house some other time .... Or, better still Emma and I can make a start on it this afternoon, can't we Emms?" Emma looked a bit pissed at the idea of spending time with sandpaper and stain ...Serves you bloody right, I thought. Maybe Mum thought so too.

"But...." 

"No buts, just go through and put your boots back on and I'll pour the rest of the coffee into a flask for you to take with you."

Mum went into the kitchen and filled one of the flasks that I took to work most days and then followed me into the back lobby and pulled the door to behind us.

"Mum, I didn't know.... I don't ...." She must have seen my anguish because she just smiled one of her radiant smiles and stepped up close and pressed her soft lips to mine. 

"Go and have a fun day, Janice is a nice girl, I have always liked her," she told me, "We will talk later .... " I must have still looked like shit; I know I felt that way, "It's OK my darling, it really is .... I am secure with our relationship. Just promise me one thing .... Don't come home and tell me that you have spent the afternoon shagging her! If that is what happens... then so be it, but, I just don't want you to tell me about it, OK?" 

"OK," I laughed. I wasn't really sure that I fully understood the deeper implications but at least she was smiling, and she genuinely seemed to not be hurt or upset and for me that was all that mattered right then. 

She reached up and kissed me lightly one more time, handed me my waxed coat, pushed the flask and a packet of ginger nut biscuits into the pocket and then followed me round the side of the house and down the drive. 

Janice had parked the riding stable's Land Rover, complete with a single stall Rice's horse trailer, in the road by our gate and Emma was standing at the tailgate petting a rather attractive little grey Welsh pony with one brown ear. Janice was already sitting in the driver seat and Mum leaned in as I pulled myself onto the bench seat beside her.

"If you can get back here before eight, come in and have supper with us," she told Janice, "I will make a casserole, there will be plenty for everybody and Emma and I can hold off eating until then."

"That's very kind, Mrs. Riley," Jan said. "But I shall need to get back to the stables after the trip, it's my turn to do final checks and lockdown tonight." She swung the Land Rover and horse box around in a very skilful U turn and I watched Mum and Emma waving us away in the extension wing mirrors. 

"I am sorry, Jamie." Janice said as we pulled away, "I asked Emma if she would like to come with me and she suggested that you should come instead, I thought that she was going to tell you before I arrived."

"It's OK; it was just a bit of a surprise that's all." I had managed to get over my initial panic, the sun was starting to break through the clouds and Janice wasn't just attractive and sexy she was good company and fun to be with. 

Cheltenham was technically only about a sixty mile drive from Salisbury and Jan had chosen to take the Marlborough Road north via Swindon and Cirencester, the most direct route, but the relatively short trip would probably take about three hours or so driving with the occupied horse trailer. We hit heavy traffic on the A419 bypassing Swindon, local signs said there was a caravanning event at Brunsden St. Andrew and the road was nose to tail with cars towing caravans in both directions with the traffic down to 15 mph. at best. By the time we were approaching Cricklade it was almost one-thirty and we pulled into a lay-by with a telephone box so that Janice could call ahead and say that we were on our way but would be later than planned. As we were stopped anyway, I gave the pony some water whilst she was in the 'phone box, and then got the flask and biscuits and we sat on a wall and took a break. 

"I was beginning to think that you didn't want to see me again, because you hadn't called me," Janice said, she was leaning against me, her coffee in one hand a couple of biscuits in the other. "It's OK... Emma told me how busy you have been, so I forgive you."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I know it's not much of an excuse but I really have been very busy. Don't forget you still owe me dinner, I'm looking forward to that." I reminded her.

"Don't you forget you still owe me a fuck!" she retorted laughing, "I'm looking forward to THAT!" 

I noticed that she still wasn't wearing the engagement ring she had had on the day we met at the stables and asked her about the guy she was engaged to. 

"It's finally over," she informed me simply, then grinned, "if you had bothered to come round to screw me you would know that!" She paused and then added, "I drove up to Oxford and returned his ring, I think we were both relieved, there was no acrimony and we parted friends. So now I'm totally free again!" 

We checked that the pony was OK then got back into the cab and pulled out into the traffic. The northbound road was less congested now and we started to make better time. Our ultimate destination was the small village of Southam just north of Cheltenham and we finally found the address about four o'clock. It was a cottage with a nice paddock to one side and after unloading the pony, I secured the trailer and then drove the combo up to the top of the lane to turn around whilst Janice led the pony into the field and chatted to the owners.

The drive home was a lot faster, we decided to take the A350 Warminster Road and bypass Swindon and were back at Salisbury just before six. Janice dropped me off at the end of our road so that she didn't need to turn the Land Rover and trailer again. We sat in the cab and she leaned over and kissed me, her tongue searching for mine and I felt my body starting to respond to her. 

"On shit Jamie, I really have to go." She said glancing at the dashboard clock, "Try to remember to call me soon. You can't always rely on your sister to broker your dates for you, you know, and I can't wait for a shag forever. If you don't call me I shall come looking for you!" 

"OK," I laughed, "I will call you soon, I promise. Just make sure that you and Philippa come to the Gala Day at the garden centre at Easter and you will be able to see why I have been so tied up this month."

I watched her drive off and then lit a cigarette and strolled slowly up towards our house. I had genuinely enjoyed our day together but I needed to sort out some issues with Mum before I could get my head around relationships with other people.

I let myself in the back door, kicked off my boots and took my empty flask through to the kitchen. Mum was sitting at the table with a mug of tea, she looked up as I came in, her smile was radiant and her eyes sparkled.

"Hello my darling, have you had a nice day?"

"Yes, yes I have actually," I said honestly, "Where is Emma?"

"Upstairs, taking a bath.... " 

She anticipated my need, stood up and all but flung herself into my arms. I crushed her to me burying my face in her hair and planting little kisses on her neck and before I could speak she silenced me by pressing her lips to mine. They were soft and fluttery an aperitif to the deeper and totally sensual kiss that followed, a total mingling of lips, tongues and breath that left both of us panting and laughing with the sheer joy of our lust. 

"Mum....?" I started, but she placed a finger against my lips to stop me. 

"We will talk later, I promise," she said gently, "but right now you can check the casserole whilst I go and shower ... then you had better get in the bathroom when your sister is done ... you smell of horses!" 

"And you smell of wood stain," I laughed, "You've got tiny little spots all over your face."

"That's nothing!" she chuckled. "You should see the mess I got your sister into ... that will teach her to try throwing her horny girl friends at MY guy!" We both laughed and hugged and she gave me another brief kiss as we heard the bath water gurgling down the outside pipe from the bathroom, then went upstairs to her room. I waited until I heard Emma leave the bathroom and go to her room and then went upstairs to shower and change.

Later, after Emma had turned in for the night, Mum and I put on our fleece jackets and sat outside on the patio two seater bench, with our coffees and I held her close to me, her head on my shoulder whilst we smoked. It was dark and we were out of sight and hearing of the house. We needed to talk and I don't believe that either of us knew how to start but in the end it was Mum who plunged in.

"Darling, we need to talk about your girl friends," she said, plainly but gently. 

"I don't want...I mean, I don't have to .... " I stumbled. "I mean ... well I have you now and that's all I need." Even to my own ears that sounded a little desperate, selfish and childlike. 

She tilted her head so that she could kiss me and then snuggled a bit closer. It wasn't cold we just needed to be close to each other. "Oh Jamie, my darling, what we have is wonderful, I am so happy and I would not change it for anything, but we must also face that what we are doing is unacceptable to most people and would be devastating to the people that we care for, if we were found out, or worse still, if we voluntarily made it known" 

I started to speak and she silenced me with a finger pressed against my lips. "It isn't just that we are mother and son but I am also twenty-plus years older than you and that can make a lot more difference that you probably understand right now."

"Mum, I don't want to lose you .... I don't want us to be apart!"

"Oh no, my darling, I couldn't bear that either. But we can never live together as a couple, as man and wife, not if we wish to hold onto everything else that were care about. The only way that we could do that would be to go away somewhere we were not known, but leave everything and every one else behind, Emma, Maggie, your Aunt Susan, Lucinda and Lauren, our friends, everybody ... and forever!" 

There was knot in my stomach, my throat felt constricted and there was the beginning of a small tear in the corner of her eye, I knew that she was feeling the same emotions that I was. I knew everything that she had said was true; I had already spent hours thinking about the same horrid problems. 

Then she dropped the bombshell, the most devastating thing that she could possibly have said to me right then!

"Jamie, my darling," she said very calmly and softy, "If that is what you want, to go away, just the two of us, forever ..... Then I will do it!" 

We sat silently for at least a full minute, I don't believe that I could honestly say that I was thinking about what she had just said, my mind was just numb, but I already knew the answer anyway.

"No, we can't do that; we could never be happy together knowing that we had destroyed everybody else that we love!" I could hear that my voice was hoarse but it seemed to belong to somebody else. The words seemed stilted like some second rate movie script. I turned her face so that we were looking directly into each others eyes, "Mum .... Are you happy now ... With me .... With what we already have?"

"Yes darling, I couldn't be happier."

"Then we can simply stay the way that we are, we just take one day at a time and we try not to hurt each other or anybody else. Can't we?" She was smiling and nodding, "So what was with the girlfriend thing? I really don't have any regular girl friends as such, you know." 

"No, I know," she smiled. "But I want you to have girl friends, to go out with other women." I wasn't sure if she was teasing me or was serious. I certainly did not want to share her and I was not at all certain that I liked that idea that she was prepared to share me.

"But I don't want ....."

"Just listen to me," she said. She was smiling that wonderful smile that always melted me into total submission, "What we have had this week has been a bonus. My God, making love twice in one week that was fantastic, but it is not going to be the norm, most of the time we will just get by with a secret kiss or a few minutes cuddle, like tonight .... I have chosen to live with that, but that is not going to be enough for you, not for any young man!" 

I tried to protest but she silenced me again and continued. "I want you to go out with girls of your own age, to enjoy their company, to be a normal young man. The bottom line is simple, I love you, my darling, and I want to keep you and I can only do that if you can lead a normal young man's life and come back to me because you want to." 

I wasn't sure that I fully understood but I nodded anyway. 

She leaned in and kissed me, her hot moist mouth was melting away my doubts and sadness, her body moulded against mine reassuring me that our mutual need was still as strong as ever. 

She stood up, "Get a torch from the garage," she whispered, "I want to show you our day's handiwork .... We got nearly the entire summer house painted, you know."




The Touch Ch. 22



WARNING TO READERS  - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British.  The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 


The Touch Pt. 22   The Bed, The Bath and The Ballet


The week that followed proved Mum to be absolutely correct about the difficulties that we faced in our new relationship.  She was working middle shift at the hospital and I was putting in a good fourteen hours each day, leaving home before seven in the morning and not getting back until after nine most nights, we hardly saw each other and our time alone together could be counted in minutes.   That week we at least had our week-end in London to look forward to, but it brought home to me how difficult it was going to be to get quality time alone together and I began to finally understand the sort of issues that could easily arise in the future.  It did not change my mind about the rightness of our relationship, not even by a little. 

We had a massive amount of tasks to complete before the big re-launch of the garden centre in another ten days, and so Monday morning Maggie and I had a quick planning meeting to decide our priorities and how to best use our time.  The weather was still quite good for March, it was mild and the rain was holding off and we were now getting day light from about six-fifteen in the morning until nearly six at night.  We could floodlight the garden centre after dark to work on in the evening but we needed to fit the outside contract work into the daylight envelope. 

Colin and Kitty were already scheduled to spend a couple of days at Craven Manor, and so Maggie and I teamed up to cover several of the other contracts.  We spent most of the day on Monday finishing off the main work on the pond and patio for Mr. Lazlo, settling the rockery beds and putting in the larger shrubs and a number of small cypress trees, then completing the stone cascade feature and hooking up the pond end of the electrics for the pump.  The electrician was due to come in the next day and connect the cable to the household power supply.

We hit Tuesday running, at 7.30 Maggie and I took the new pick-up to a job that she had started a couple of weeks previously to re-turf a customer's lawn. She had already been out and treated the old grass with a selective spray to sanitise the under soil of perennial weeds, Steve had delivered the rolls of turf to the client's house on Monday and so we were ready to start stripping off the old turf and laying the new.  Even with our big petrol motor turf cutter it was heavy work and Maggie and I took turns cutting and rolling the turf or barrowing it back to the pick-up.  By mid-morning we had stripped half of the old grass and the pick-up was nearly fully loaded and so I left Maggie starting to roll out the new turf and drove the waste back to the garden centre, and got a couple of the lads to unload it into the waste skips, whilst I refilled our flasks and checked in at the office. 

There had been a call from the tree surgeons and so on the way back to Mr.Lazlo's house I detoured and called in to see Becca Hill. I had sent Steve and Dennis over with a chainsaw to cut up the fallen tree, tidy up the crater and remove the waste stuff, the previous week. Then I had arranged for the tree surgeons to go in and look at removing the other poplar tree which had become dangerous.   Becca greeted me at the door, I kicked off my muddy boots as she drew me in. She looked really good and was smiling and pleased to see me, we kissed briefly in the hall as she closed the door behind me. 

"My God Becca, you're starting to look younger and sexier every time I see you."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," she laughed and reached up to put her arms around my neck. 

"You'll get dirty," I grinned, holding her away from my muddy clothes. 

"You could take them off." She laid a hand softly and affectionately against my cheek, smiling, her eyes were warm and welcoming, deep pools of desire and promise.  The jasmine and roses perfume of her shampoo filled my nostrils and was driving me wild. 

In just three months this was a totally changed Becca, she seemed happier, more vibrant, full of self confidence and very alluring and totally sexy.  I wondered if her angling obsessed husband and sons had noticed the change in her...I very much doubted that they had. I knew that not all families enjoyed the sort of closeness that we had as children; but although Josh was one of my oldest friends I had always thought that Leslie, his father, Josh and Tim, his brother treated their mother like a door mat; somebody to wash their clothes and prepare their meals. 

"I really can't stay ... I'm in the middle of laying a new lawn for somebody, and I've got to get back."   She looked disappointed and I felt awful.  "I just dropped around to give you some good news!"

I reached up, took her hand and kissed the tips of her fingers. "The tree surgeons should be calling you today to arrange to take down the other tree, but the bonus is that he is willing to pay YOU to take away the wood from both trees.  Poplar is a quite desirable timber, you know, and I asked him to pay you cash!" 

"I never even thought about that." She said, smiling.  "I'm glad you came round personally, it's good to see you if only for a few minutes."

I stepped back to where I had left my boots and noticed her easel and paint bag by the door.  "Are you painting again?"

"Yes," she enthused, "I suddenly feel like capturing some wild and woolly landscapes, or some crashing waves and wind blown sea shores.  I sometimes go off for a whole day with my paints and a picnic basket .... Will you come with some time .... I'd really love you to come with me?"

"Yeah, I'd like that too." I told her, "but I suspect that you wouldn't get a lot of painting done."

"I know!" she laughed.


By the time that I got back to Maggie she had got a good lot of the new turf laid and so I put some muscle behind the turf cutter and by one-thirty all the old grass was rolled up and stacked on the pick-up. 

"I think we should get some lunch, there's a pub down the road, let's go and have something to eat and a pint." I suggested. 

The pub served a quite decent steak and kidney pie with boiled potatoes and sprouts, and we sat in a corner with our meals and a couple of pints of best bitter. We were both ravenous and didn't really talk until we had finished eating.  

"We need to make a day after Easter when all three of us, you, me and your mother can go up to London to meet with Uncle Arthur, to discuss how we move forward with the business," Maggie said.  I knew that she had told Mum about her proposals some days ago.  I think she had been waiting for Mum to legally sever connections with my father.

"If Mum becomes a director of the company, will she give up nursing and work with us at the centre?"   The thought of spending all day working with both Maggie and Mum together, gave me a slight tingling in the balls, the idea of having both of them around me all the time was a real turn on, but it would increase the chances of Maggie discovering our secret by one hundred fold. 

"Oh no," She smiled, "Not unless she wanted to, of course.  Nursing is her chosen profession, the way that gardening is for you and I, it is what she has always wanted to do since we left school.   It is just good business practice to have a casting vote on the board, she will get a director's retainer salary, and it will secure the business for the whole family."

"Yes, I can understand that." 

"Besides," she added. "Gwen is my twin sister and twins should share everything."  

My mind immediately flicked to my cousins saying the exact same thing that night that we shagged each other legless as a threesome before they left for France.  The thought of having a relationship with not just Mum but Maggie as well was mind blowing; it made me horny just thinking about it, I really couldn't let my mind go there. Certainly not in a pub at lunchtime. 

"Which reminds me," Maggie continued, laughing. "Taking your mother to the ballet on Saturday puts her one up over me... so where are you going to take ME next?" 

I spluttered into my beer spraying foam over my face and we both laughed and were still laughing when we left the pub.  

It was almost dark by the time that we had laid the last turf roll and loaded the turf cutter onto the pick-up but the job was basically completed.  One of us would need to check it again in about a week and then come back after three weeks to top dress the lawn after the turf had settled. 

We called into Mr.Lazlo's on the way back to the garden centre just to check that the electric pump was working correctly and that the customer was happy.  We had two quite large jobs under our belts and were happy with our achievements. 

Everybody was working extra hours even the catering staff, Grace had now taken on a kitchen assistant plus two counter staff and two waitresses.  We would all be working late into the evenings most days until Easter and so Maggie arranged with Grace that hot meals would be available for the staff who wanted them after the restaurant closed to the public.  It created a nice, almost domestic, atmosphere as we all usually sat down together about seven o'clock and were able to relax and talk freely about the events of the day like a large family.  It was a rapidly expanding family as not only had we taken on the new restaurant staff but there were also two new full time women, Lisa and Brenda who would be working the gift and farm produce shops, and two sixth formers, Veronica and Greg, who would be working Saturdays and during the school holidays.  

Our biggest problem at that time was the success of the business.   The garden centre itself was very busy and Jack and his team were kept busy just keeping up with the demand for plugs and young plants, and we already had to double up on our normal orders for accessories such as pots, troughs and garden tools.   The major drain on our resource, however, was the increase in outside gardening work which varied from small jobs like planting in a hedge, to some quite large design and landscaping projects there was at least one new job coming in every day which usually required either Maggie or I to go out to view the task and come up with an estimate of cost for the customer.

Emma was absolutely astounding all of us!  She was not only managing the office almost single handed, but more often than not did the staff payroll, and had devised a work management system for the contract work with a large chart covering half of one wall of her office showing all the outside contract jobs, and who was working on them, so that we could tell at a glance who was where and what they were doing.  Without Emma managing our time Maggie and I would never have been able to cover all the jobs as efficiently or as quickly. 

On Wednesday, Maggie and I took the Land Rover and trailer and planted out an orchard of two dozen young apple and pear trees at a recently renovated house at Alderbury a few miles south of Salisbury and then looped around to Laverstock and Bishopsdown on the way back to quote for two almost identical projects.  Both were at newly built 'commuter' houses and both were to create a new rear garden from scratch.  

The first was for an existing customer and was fairly simple job to re-design the existing formal lawn and flower beds and put in new shrubs and bedding plants.   Maggie and I both agreed that we should give it to Kitty as the practical applications project for her Cities and Guilds certificate.

The second job, at Bishopsdown, was at one of those small, modern, very expensive studio bedroom townhouses with a shingle drive and strip of lawn at the front but a long narrow garden at the rear. Garden was probably a generous description as it was simply a 10 x 40 yard patch of weed, scrub and rubble, just as the house builders had left it.  The owner was asking for a complete make-over project, to design, layout and furbish the entire garden, complete with new all round fencing, a wooden decking patio, a small summer house and paved barbeque area. 

The client, Caroline Brookes, was probably mid-twenties, a very attractive bottle blonde with a lush figure crammed into skin tight, bright red jeans and a black polo neck jumper which emphasised her generous breasts, hips and thighs. She was one of those gushing, very tactile women and as we walked around the plot discussing initial ideas stood very near to me and continuously touched my arm with her manicured finger tips and leaned in close to peer at the notes that I was making, 'accidentally' rubbing her tit against my arm or bumping hips.  She listened to Maggie who was doing most of the talking, but stuck to me like glue. 

If we took on the project this was going to be a major chunk of work and a big money earner so I was a bit surprised when Maggie gave Miss Brookes a ball-park estimate there and then particularly as she was asking for the work to be completed by mid-May.  Her business card told us that she was a City of London investment banker and as there was a brand new, bright yellow, Lotus Elan M100, parked in the garage, I guessed that money was not going to be an issue.  

"Bloody hell Maggie," I said as we drove away, "I know she can probably afford it but wasn't that wide estimate well over the top?"

"I know, but there is a method in my madness," she quipped, "I think Caroline Brookes is going to be one of those clients who will change her mind every few days and want something added in or changed as work progresses, we need to build in a bit of price change contingency.  It the end she will only be paying for the work that we actually do."

I nodded in agreement.  "Also," she continued, "I didn't like her very much, that is one very predatory lady!"  

"I thought she was quite cute," I said.  It was a pretty stupid comment on reflection.

"I think she was pretty taken with you as well." She laughed, "It was just as well you didn't come out here on your own, you would probably have been gone for days!  I think that maybe Kitty and I should do the on-site work, if Miss Thunder-Thighs Brookes gets her hands on you I don't think you will be getting out of there alive!" 

"The car was nice," I muttered sheepishly, trying to change the subject.

"Just how she crams those chubby thighs and that fat arse into that little seat, I shall never know."  Maggie giggled.   We were still laughing and joking about poor Caroline when we got back to the garden centre.  


Friday morning I took the banking into town and then did some personal shopping, I wanted to get myself a battery operated travel shaver and a new, decent overnight bag to replace my old rugby sports bag.  Everybody had worked such long hours that week that Maggie decided we should all have the evening off and we closed up at six o'clock so that every one could go home on time for the first time that week.  She had suggested that the family all went out together for supper, but Mum had a long standing date to go out with some of the nurses from the hospital straight after work, and Emma was meeting up with friends so in the end it was just Maggie and I.

She picked me up about eight and we drove out to the Ship Inn at Burcombe one of our favourite restaurants.   We both choose the homemade rabbit pie with a rich red wine gravy sauce, spinach and boiled potatoes, washed down with a couple of glasses of the house red wine.  We finished off with traditional apple crumble with ice cream and custard and then took our coffees through into the bar and found a settle seat in the corner and sat side by side her arm looped through mine and talked about music and books, everything except work, we were having an evening off and just enjoying each other's company. 

It was really strange and hard to explain, even to myself; since Mum and I had become lovers, she was never far from my thoughts, our conversation about my being with other women haunted me, I just couldn't get past the idea that it was being unfaithful to her, despite her assurances that it would become a necessary part of our relationship.  The only woman who was excluded from that feeling of reservation was Maggie, she was as much a part of my emotional life as Mum, being with Maggie felt just as right as it did with Mum, I adored both of them equally and the fact that I wanted Maggie desperately raised no thoughts of infidelity or guilt.

"Maggie, if I ask you something a bit strange, you won't laugh will you?" I really needed to talk to somebody if only obliquely, and Maggie was the only person that I had, and she was the last person that I should be talking to, it was too close to home and she was too perceptive and intelligent.

She hugged my arm tighter but I think she sensed the difficulty in my question so continued to stare into her coffee cup rather than make eye contact. She just said simply, "Go on..."

I took a deep breath and mentally crossed my fingers that I would get what I had to say right, first time. "Is it possible, do you think, for two people to be lovers and be committed to each other, but to still have other relationships, if both agree, that is?  Not just friends with benefits, more than that.  Does that make sense?"

"Yes, yes ... I understand where you are coming from." She paused to reflect, "Yes, it does happen and it can work.  I have a friend who is very ill and has been for a long time, both she and her husband love each other very much but their sex life is very limited and erratic.  He has had affairs with other women for years, sometimes just one night stands and sometimes more permanent arrangements."

"And his wife doesn't mind?" 

"They both accept that it has to be that way.  She knows that he will always love her and come home to her, but she accepts that he has needs that she cannot always fulfil. Neither of them regard their special relationship as wrong or adulterous and she knows that it lessens the risk that one day he will become so emotionally deprived that he will leave her for somebody who can fulfil his needs.  Is that the answer you were looking for?"

"Yes, I think it is."  She had put in a nutshell exactly what I had been wrestling with for days.  "Thanks Maggie."

"OK, my turn now," she said.  "Does this sudden interest in relationships mean that some predatory woman has got her claws into my favourite nephew?"  She was laughing and I grinned back, at least she hadn't twigged to the real reason behind my question.

"Er no, nothing like that."

"We Grainger women are very possessive of our men you know..... we would probably all band together to fight off any threat .... You haven't been sneaking back to screw that Caroline woman with the big thighs, have you?" 

We were both laughing now and she was digging me in the ribs with her finger, just the way that Mum did when we were mucking about. 

"Oh my God, it isn't Kristen Olsen...is it?  If it is, that's easily resolved," she made cats claws with her fingers, "I will just set Emma onto her ... then we will see the fur fly!"

"No it isn't," I chuckled, "I don't know what you women hold against, poor Kristen?"

"We are more concerned about what she might be holding against you!"  She laughed and dug her finger tips hard into my thigh making me yelp in surprise. 

The landlord of the pub was calling time, and so we made our way back to the car still laughing.  Maggie dropped me off at home, I could see that both Mum and Emma had their bedroom lights on and so guessed they had turned in for the night.  

"I hope you and Gwen have a lovely weekend," Maggie said, then leaned across and gave me a hug and a kiss on the lips, which I thought lasted just a second or two too long, but I wasn't complaining.  I watched her drive off down the road and then went into the house, made myself a coffee and took it up to my room.  




The Touch Ch. 22



When I went to the bathroom some minutes later there was no longer a light showing under Emma's door but Mum was obviously still awake. I eased her door open a crack and peeped in.  She was sitting up in bed reading and so I crept in and sat on the edge of her bed.  She was wearing pink satin pyjamas that night and I could see her pointy nipples pressing against the sheer fabric. 

"I just wanted to say good night," I whispered.

"I've been waiting for you," she reached up and pulled my face down and we kissed lightly and briefly.  "Just think, we have two whole days alone together, starting in the morning," she sighed. 

"What are we going to find to do with ourselves?" I chuckled. I gently stroked her nipple with the tip of my finger and felt it start to harden almost instantly.  

"Oh go to your own bloody bed, don't start something you can't finish," she hissed at me between suppressed giggles. I gave her a chaste kiss on the top of her head, and then went to my own room my head filled with the intoxicating perfume of her shampoo.




Saturday morning I was up early to take Emma in to work whilst Mum was getting showered and dressed.  Maggie had invited Emma to stay overnight with her on Saturday and Sunday and taking her overnight bag in on her bicycle would have been difficult.   By the time that I got back to the house Mum was ready to leave and our bags were already in the boot of her car.  

As usual she looked terrific; she was wearing a knee length dress of French blue wool with a cream panel down the front, which was moulded to her figure.  I hugged her to me and kissed her lightly before we left the house, I could feel through the fabric that she was wearing a suspender belt to support her sheer black stockings.   

We had decided to drive up to London early to miss the commuter and early shopper traffic and also to give ourselves a full day in town to do whatever we pleased. 

We were in the city by shortly after ten and drove straight to the Upper St. Martin's Lane car park and then walked the few minutes back to the Mountbatten Hotel at Seven Dials as we only had an overnight case and a suit bag each to carry.  Even though I had informed the hotel that we might arrive early I had expected to just lodge our luggage with the concierge as rooms were normally not available before mid-day, but checking in at reception we were informed that our suite was ready for us immediately. 

After registering, a porter collected our bags, and we followed him to our suite.  As soon as he left we both collapsed into gales of laughter just hugging each other and unable to do anything for some minutes.   Since the terrorist bombings in London in the early eighties, hotels were required to request identification from guests when booking in, and I had registered as Mr. James and Mrs. Gwyneth Riley, with the same home address, and presented our driving licences as photo identification.  If the young receptionist noticed the difference in our ages when she glanced at the photographs and then back at us she gave no indication of any surprise.    

It was Mum who had the problem; the 'Mr. and Mrs. Riley' thing had been a great joke to her from the beginning and the first time that the receptionist called us Mr. and Mrs. she collapsed with a fit of the giggles and had to turn away and pretend to have a coughing fit. I added to the situation by accidentally calling her 'Mum'.  Fortunately, I was whispering close to her ear and nobody else heard.

"Oh bloody hell, you can't call me THAT!" she hissed quietly between giggles. As stupid as it may seem, up until that point I don't think that either of us had thought about what I should call her when we were away from people who knew us.  "Gwen ... for God's sake, call me Gwen," she whispered. The humour of the situation had now infected me as well so by the time that we got to our room we were both ready to burst with laughter.  

When we finally recovered we explored our suite, which was really sumptuous. It had a large lounge furnished with a couch, arm chairs, a small dining table and chairs, a colour television and tea or coffee making equipment.   The bathroom was tiled with marble with an enormous half sunken kidney shaped bath; a shower cabinet and a separate dressing room with mirror fronted wardrobes and complimentary bathrobes and towelling slippers. I brought the bags through and hung our clothes for the evening in the wardrobe and put my dress shirt on a hanger.   Mum ... Gwen, was absolutely thrilled and I must admit that I was very pleased as well, but the most impressive feature of the suite was the bed.   It was the most enormous bed that I had ever seen, what was called a double king size, we both stood just looking at it and then Gwen kicked off her shoes and back flopped right into the centre, arms akimbo and laughing with sheer joy. I slipped out of my loafers and landed belly down beside her.

"Oh darling, this is fabulous ... thank you, thank you so much."  She rolled over close to me, I pulled her against me and our lips came together in a long soft kiss, which as usual left us both breathless and panting.  I slid my arm under her neck so that she could lay close to my side with her head on my shoulder.

"So, what do you want to do this morning, Mrs. Riley," I chuckled, "It's your day so you can choose to do anything you want." 

She giggled and slapped at my arm playfully, "Well....Mr. Riley, it is such a beautiful room, and it is such a beautiful bed.... it would be a shame to waste it."

"Well I suppose we do need to work up an appetite for lunch," I laughed and drew her close again so that I could find her lips with mine. We fell into a deep long lasting kiss, lying fully dressed on the enormous bed, arms wrapped around each other.  Our lips caressed each other gently, our tongues just lightly touching at first then probing and entwining as our mouths became the centre of our need and lust for each other.  After an eternity we allowed our kisses to slow and eventually our mouths separated and we lay tightly embraced just brushing each other's faces with tiny affectionate kisses, until the pressure of my erection imprisoned in my chinos became too much to bear.

"I think we need to get undressed," I panted, "Your dress will get crumpled... and I am going to strangle if I don't get out of these trousers soon."  I swung my legs off of the bed and put out my hand to help her up.   As soon as we were both standing upright beside the bed we simply fell back into each others arms, I found her so totally irresistible, whenever I was near her I just wanted to be holding her.  We started to kiss again but she pressed her hands against my chest pushing me back.

"If we don't stop this it's going to be dinner time before we get onto that bed," she chuckled, and then turned around so that she had her back to me. "Help me out of this dress."

I slid the zipper down, opening the back of the dress from her neck right down to her arse, exposing her pale smooth back and the strap of her bra.  My hands explored the skin of her back and shoulders gently pushing the shoulders of the dress over and down her arms until she could pull her hands out through the short sleeves and I could ease the dress down over her hips. It reminded me of our first night together, when I had eased her out of that plain cotton night dress before making love to her for the first time. 

This time she was not naked but was clad in an expensive set of French-blue lace lingerie, the colour perfectly co-ordinated with the dress she had been wearing.  The bra had sheer silk, low cut cups with pure lace trim and was matched by soft silk, lace edged cami-knickers and a the skimpiest, fine lace, four strap suspender belt that I had ever seen, supporting her embroidered top silk stockings.  

I pressed my lips to her naked back and made a trail of small kisses up her spine and across her shoulders before nuzzling my face into the nape of her neck.  She arched her back slightly to squirm her neck and shoulder against my lips, making tiny moaning noises in her throat.  I ran my finger tips over her shoulders and then down to release the hooks holding her bra strap and watched fascinated as the strap swung free. My hands slid downwards over her ribs and waist to rest on her hips, turned her to face me and then held her at arms length as I paused to admire her body.

Her bra was still loosely concealing her breasts and I used both hands to gently slip the narrow lace straps over her shoulders and lift it away to reveal her beautiful, well shaped mature breasts with their dark aureolas and tiny button nipples.  I had always thought that her body was beautiful, but standing before me wearing those cami-knickers, suspender belt and stockings below her firm white breasts it was the most incredible sexy vision of loveliness and I felt my breath catching in my throat and my prick throbbing beneath my trousers.

I suddenly realised that Gwen's fingers were plucking at the buttons of my shirt and then tugging the tails out from under my waistband until my chest was bared and I couldn't wait any longer and cupped her face in my hands and pulled her close to me so that I could feel the warm softness of her breasts against my naked chest, the hard little nipples burning points, as we fell into another breath stopping cavernous kiss.  I hardly felt the shirt fall away and was only subconsciously aware of tugging open my belt and wriggling out of my chinos, shorts and socks as we sank back down onto the softness of the bed, our mouths still locked together.  

"Oh my darling, it's so good just feeling you against me .... Just being with you," Gwen murmured against my ear still breathless from our kissing passion.  I felt the tips of her finger just lightly touch the tightly stretched skin of my swollen prick, it made me shudder with anticipation but I did not want the be that close yet, there was too much left to savour before we surrendered to our building need to merge our bodies and fulfil our desire.

I slowly moved my fingers down her body until I was cupping both breasts in my hands gently squeezing those fabulous globes of softness, her hardening nipples hot against my palms until my fingers were replaced with my lips and tongue.  Her breath was coming in short urgent pants, each intake of breath causing her breast to thrust upwards against my massaging tongue and nibbling lips until the aureolas were swollen and the nipples were hot, hard buds standing proudly to attention.

"Ooooooooh," she moaned, still breathing deeply, "You've made them so big .... They feel huge .... They are like that just for you .... They love you touching them!" 

I continued to move down her body, now dragging my lips down her stomach and belly leaving a trail of little soft kisses until I came to that narrow lace suspender belt.  I knelt between her open legs and carefully unclipped the fastenings from the lacy tops of her stockings and then slid my hands beneath her to release the fastening and draw off the flimsy lace belt.  Bending forward I planted a hot, open mouthed kiss to the silk crotch of her knickers, my lips feeling the outline of her pussy beneath the sheer fabric.  Gwen jerked her hips spontaneously, letting out a deep involuntary moan and digging her fingers into the bed covers.  I hooked my fingers into the waist band of the cami-knickers and slowly and gently drew them down as she arched her back to let me pull them from beneath her, her pussy was barely covered with the tiny cloud of honey blonde fluff, the lips already looked puffy and engorged and a few tiny pearls of moisture glistened on her pubic hair.   

I was kneeling on the floor by the bed, between her knees and bent forward again to very lightly kiss the exposed lips, finding and flicking her little butterball, just once lightly with the tip of my tongue.   I eased the knickers over her feet and then gave my attention to those sheer stockings.  I discovered close up that they were not black but a very dark navy blue, the tops were embroidered with tiny blue and black roses.  Very gently, careful not to cause a pluck or ladder, I rolled first one and then the other down her legs and over her toes, following each roll with my lips leaving a trail if tiny moist kisses from thigh to toes and then finally kissed a trail back up the inside of her thigh and over her belly until I was laying over her, my throbbing erection pressed hard between us against her Mound of Venus and my balls against the hot moistness of her pussy. 

"Oh my darling, please, please make love to me!" her mouth was against my ear and I could feel her soft breasts pushing against my chest with each deep panting breath that she was taking. "No more teasing... I want you inside me ..."  

I felt her fingers gently wrap around my prick guiding it towards her pussy and raised my hips to allow her to steer the throbbing length to the tight entrance to her vagina.  I wanted her just as much as she wanted to give herself to me and as soon as the glans entered the mouth of her vagina I surged forward until my length was deep in her love tunnel as far as I could go.  

She made one small upwards thrust as if to ensure that I was completely filling her, holding nothing back. "Oh yes, Oh, that feels soooooo good .... So RIGHT!"  She whispered softly into my ear and then lifted her mouth to mine and we plunged into a deep kiss, our mouths were locked in a moist embrace and our tongues were thrusting and twisting in time to the motions of our loins as we made love languidly for a long time.  

Making love to Mum ... Gwen, was always long and gentle, it was like our bodies were made to be together, everything seemed to fit perfectly and each stage of our lovemaking flowed naturally to the next drawing the maximum pleasure and emotion from each other.
Our bodies seemed to be more fused than locked together as if we had become a single entity joined by a slowly thrusting piston, every movement of our fuck co-ordinated and comfortable. 

I sensed rather than felt her body starting to move towards orgasm, a slight quivering beneath me, her legs locked a little tighter around mine and her kiss became just a little more urgent filling my own mouth with tiny, gasping moans.  Then the walls of her pussy were pulsing hotly as they expanded and contracted as her orgasm ripped through her body causing her to jerk and spasm uncontrollably.   I crested on the waves of her pleasure, grasping her hips and thrusting hard into her, my glans was already throbbing as if ready to burst and my balls ached with the need to release, it took only a few thrusts into the roiling hot moistness and I exploded with a loud gasp, my cum ejaculating deep into her again and again.  

We lay quietly in each others arms for a while and then hauled ourselves up the bed so that we could sit upright, I fished my cigarettes and lighter from my pocket and lit one for each of us.

"It's your turn to choose what we do next," Gwen chuckled, "But, I think that we should clean up, get dressed and have some lunch before we do anything else."   


Dressed, happy and extremely hungry we left the hotel and wandered up Earlham Street to the Marquis of Granby on Shaftsbury Avenue.  The pub served a decent pub lunch, I picked a gammon steak with chips and pineapple and Gwen choose the fried chicken with a baked potato and salad, washed down with a reasonably chilled bottle of Blue Nun hock.  

"Ok, so we have had sex, we have had food and wine ..... what do you want to try next?" Gwen asked laughing as we left the pub, arms around each others waists.  

"Well, we could try some culture," I grinned, "as we are just around the corner from Charing Cross Road do you feel like having a bit of a walk and browse around some of the book shops?"  Mum, Maggie and myself could all spend hours looking around second-hand book dealer shops, and of course Foyles was at the top end of Charing Cross Road.  The sun had come out and it was now quite bright and mild so it was a nice afternoon for a walk.  

By the time that Gwen managed to drag me out of Joseph's book shop, I had a bag full of out of print books; a couple of obscure archaeology tomes, and several old but interesting gardening volumes, one of which I had gathered as a gift for Maggie.  Gwen managed to pick up a couple of new novels that she was looking for at Foyles and so we counted it as a good afternoon's shopping and strolled back towards the hotel.

"Shall we stop somewhere for a cup of tea?" I asked.

"Let's just go back to the hotel and order afternoon tea from room service," Gwen giggled, she hugged my arm tightly, "I am starting to feel quite tired again, I think I may need to lay down again on that enormous bed." 

I laughed and hugged her against me and we made our way back down Charing Cross Road and Earlham Street to the hotel.  By the time we got back it was still only four o'clock and so we went up to our suite, and ordered tea, coffee and gateaux from room service and sat by the window over looking Seven Dials.

"It has been a lovely day, my darling," Gwen said placing her hand over mine on the table, "I really feel so happy and comfortable just being with you."  It was true for me as well; it was really easy being with Mum, not just the sex which was terrific but the closeness and companionship which I only got from being with her or Maggie. We sat for a while just talking about books and music and family, just all the normal things that lovers talk about. 

"I think that I want to try out that big bath before I change to go out," she got up and started towards the bathroom, "I'll run the water and then we can have a good long soak together," she giggled. 

I heard the taps running and then she was back, she had obviously discarded her dress in the side dressing room and was just wearing that French-blue silk and lace lingerie.  The vision of her gave me an instant erection and I stepped in close and pulled her to me our lips meeting in a soft passion and my hands sweeping her body from buttocks to shoulders and back and my erection grinding hard against her stomach. 

"We had better stop now before that bath overflows," I whispered hoarsely, my fumbling fingers found her bra strap and released it so that her breasts spilled out against my chest, I could feel them warm and soft through the fabric of my shirt.   

She spun away from me laughing and sat on the edge of the bed reached around behind her and unfastened that narrow lacy suspender belt and then freed the stocking tops and whilst I stood watching, my mouth agape, rolled each down a smooth shapely leg kicking the silk tube off her toes for me to catch.  I pressed the balled up silk to my face, I could smell the perfume of her body lotion and natural musk. 

"There," she laughed, "You can't complain that you haven't had your fill of my stockings, this week-end, and I've already lost count of the times that you've grabbed my bloody arse!" 

"God Gwen," I panted, "You look, fantastic, so beautiful, so sexy, in that lingerie, just the sight of you keeps me totally horny all the time."

"Good!  That was the intention," she giggled, "If you think that was good just wait until you see what I have bought for tonight!"

She sensuously slid her silk cami-knickers down over her thighs and feet stepped out of them and tugged lightly at the buttons of my shirt.

"You had better get out of your clothes if you are intending to join me in that bath," she said and gave me a brief soft kiss on the lips then turned and skipped off towards the bathroom, I watched her smooth white back, tight round arse and bobbing pony tail until she disappeared.  My own clothes were soon in a heap on the floor and I followed her into the steamy bathroom my prick so rigid already that it was standing like a flag pole at the front of a parade.




The Touch Ch. 22



The bathroom was enormous and the kidney shaped, half sunken bath was big enough to accommodate two people comfortably.  The room was completely tiled with a pale green marble and had large mirrors over the wash basin and the whole length of the wall above the bath. By the time that I joined her, the bath was filled and foamy, she had obviously added some sort of herbal bubble bath, and the room was warm and damp and she had put out all of the lamps except for the shaving light over the basin, bathing the room in a green tinged, steamy haze like a hot tropical pool.

As I slid into the deep warm water I noticed her watching my body her eyes running over my chest and stomach and coming to rest on my rock hard erection quivering in front of me, until it disappeared, submerged beneath the water.  We were sitting opposite each other both with our knees a bit raised mine between hers and pressing her thighs apart and I could just faintly see the shadow of her pussy beneath the water.  We grasped hands and pulled, each drawing the other closer, sliding smoothly along the floor of the bath until we were close enough to lean in and kiss, her wet breasts against my chest and her thighs over my hips so that she was almost straddling my lap.  I felt the tip of my erection wetly brushing across her belly and then everything else became subsidiary to the red haze of passion as our lips met and our tongues began to thrust and twist in a mad frenzy of renewed ardour.  Her arms were wrapped around my neck and I could feel the tips of her manicured fingers pushing into my hair pulling my face even harder against hers.   The kiss ended after a long, long time and as usual left both of us panting and almost breathless.

Our bodies parted just enough for me to be able to slip my hands between us and cup her breasts, then gently roll and tweak her hard little nipples until I felt them stiffen between my fingers and could feel the roughness of her aureolas as they became engorged and pimpled with lusty stimulation. Her hand slipped down and closed around my erection, and started to slide slowly up and down the length both her palm and my prick slick with the bubbly water the glans rubbing against the smooth skin of her belly on each downward stoke. 

Our eyes were locked together and our mouths just an inch apart, close enough for our tongues to reach out and touch the tips, gently caressing and probing.

"Oh my God, this is so incredible," she sighed. "I can't believe that I am sitting here in a bath holding my beautiful son's cock, and that we are lovers."  She leaned forward slightly to kiss me once on the lips, "How can something that is so wrong, feel so right?"

"It is right. It is right for US!" I told her.  She was smiling and her eyes were bright and sparkly, I had been afraid that something had made her sad, but she wasn't. "Anyway," I laughed, "This the first time that I have had my mother bath me since I was seven, it's very remiss of you .... Think of all those bath nights we have missed out on ..... we seriously need to make up for lost time."

"Oh my darling, Jamie," she whispered hoarsely, "these last few weeks with you have more than made up for everything that I have missed out on for so long."  We kissed lightly again, "But you are not doing your part," she scolded, then squeezed my prick hard, just below the glans, I felt that it was going to burst, "It's so incredible, I just need to have you inside me ALL THE TIME!"  

"It's your turn to choose what to do next," I chuckled.

"Yes, it is.  Put this where it belongs," she gave my prick another firm squeeze, "Make love to me, FUCK ME!"  

I was a little bit shocked, it was the first time that she had ever used the F word when talking about our love making, and she must have noticed something in my eyes.  

"I'm not just your mother now, and you are not just my son, we are lovers ... " she grasped my prick hard again as if to remind me of our new relationship, "You really don't have to treat me as if I were made of porcelain, I won't break, and don't you dare treat me as less of a woman, than those skinny arsed little bimbos you are probably screwing!"

"Mum .... Gwen ..." I started.  She sounded angry but I knew that she wasn't; her eyes were laughing and the corners of her mouth were twitching as she tried not to smile. 

"We are grown up people, doing very grown up things," she chuckled. "Sometimes we are going to need to use grown up language to get the message across .... now, are you going to put this thing into me before I die of frustration?"

I slid my hands beneath her buttocks and raised her up so that her pussy was poised above my prick, I felt her legs slip around my waist and then the soapy water and the slippery bath took over.  The minute that she moved her legs we both started to slide in a splashing giggling turmoil of thrashing arms and legs.

Aaaaaaah! Oh God, YES!"  She howled, as the unexpected movement impaled her violently onto my erection.  

Somehow we managed to stabilize ourselves until we were sitting laughing and panting with her arms around my neck and her legs wrapped tightly around my waist and my erection rammed as far into her as it would go.  I was so near to release, I wanted it and tried thrusting into her but only succeeded in sliding along the bottom of the slick bath. 

"Stay still, let me do it."  We were both giggling and water was splashing everywhere.

Very carefully she unwound her legs from my waist and braced her feet against the wall of the deep bath and using my neck as a fulcrum began to slowly ease her pussy up and down over my rigid prick. 

I was lost in the sensations caused by her tight moist heat and the warm wetness of being beneath the water.

"Oh, that is so good, I feel so deep inside you ... like we are melded together," I panted.

She responded by raising and lowering herself faster, a deep gasp being torn from each of us with every downward stroke until suddenly she slowed and then thrust down hard twice, I thought that my glans was about to burst with the pressure and couldn't hold back any longer.  I felt like a volcano erupting as I pumped my jiz deep inside her, once, twice and then on the final draining ejaculation she let out a sharp scream and collapsed against me her whole body jerking and quivering as she climaxed, her pussy pulsing around my still swollen prick.  I pressed my lips against hers and we touched our tongues and suddenly she was cumming again and I held her tightly to me until the quaking of her body subsided and her deep panting returned to normal breathing against my neck.

I started to move. "No!  Stay there inside me ... lets just sit like this for a moment."  We sat there in that huge bath gently kissing, my half limp dick still inside her pussy, our hips just barely moving in a ghost dance of our love making.  

By the time we got out of the water it was starting to really cool down, what was left in the bath that is, somehow we had managed to splash a very considerable amount of water on to the floor, the walls and even the ceiling.  I guessed that the floor seams were watertight; I hoped so for the sake of who ever had the room below us. 

We found a massive pile of thick fluffy white towels and dried each other then spread the towels on the floor to mop up the spilt bath water.

"The chamber maid will think we have taken a dozen baths," I laughed as I threw the six or eight wet towels into the empty bath to be removed when the maid came to turn down our bed.

I stood at the wash basin stark naked and shaved whilst watching the reflection of Gwen equally nude drying her hair with the electric hairdryer behind me both of us now comfortable with each others bodies and feeling no need for false modesty.

I was changed into my dinner jacket and black tie whilst Gwen was still in the dressing room and so sat in an arm chair smoking and browsing one of the books that I had bought that afternoon.  We had eaten a reasonable lunch and had afternoon tea and so had chosen to have supper after the ballet rather than dinner before and so there was no real hurry to leave. 

When she came out of the dressing room, she took my breath away.  Naturally I had seen her gown when we bought it at Selfridges and had handled it earlier when I hung our clothes in the wardrobes but that night in that dress she looked absolutely stunning. The dress was a full length, figure hugging design in black velvet, strapless with a low back and a black chiffon bolero style top and a knee high slit at the side giving a glimpse of a black embroidered stocking.  She was wearing plain black patent heeled court shoes with a matching black patent evening clutch bag and had brought a lightweight black evening shoulder cape. Her make-up was flawless but very simple just a pale carmine lipstick and a light brushing of eye shadow, and her honey blonde hair was twisted up to expose her smooth white neck, the black outfit off-setting her hair and skin perfectly.  She looked beautiful.


The evening was dry and mild and so we walked the short stroll to Covent Garden and the Royal Opera House, we were not conspicuous in evening dress as Mercer Street and Floral Street were busy with pedestrians in dinner jackets and evening gowns heading for Bow Street and the ballet.

I was never an ardent fan of the ballet, although I always enjoyed the music, but the Royal Ballet performance of Giselle that night was really excellent, the lead dancer was a young Brazilian named Carlos Acosta making his first appearance with the Royal Ballet. Gwen was absolutely thrilled with the performance, the whole evening in fact.  She was happy and therefore I was happy as well.

The only small incident was during the interval, we had gone into the bar and I had just collected two flutes of champagne and was returning to Gwen, when I felt a hand lightly touch my sleeve.

"Hello again, Mr. Riley," I looked round and came face to face with Georgia Craven. She looked quite attractive in a long gold sequined evening dress that hugged her small figure and her dark brown hair was twisted into the usual large bun but that night was encased in a gold mesh net.  "You are turning out to be quite the culture hound," she smiled "Are you escorting you aunt again?"  She nodded towards Mum who was standing with her back to us. 

"Good evening, er ... Georgia,"  I was never sure of my footing with this sometimes very formal woman, the first time that we met I was convinced that she heartily disliked me, but each time we had met since she had been polite and courteous.  I honesty, I found her a little frightening... as very, very intelligent or clever older women can sometimes be. "No, that is my mother, Maggie's twin sister, Gwen, they are easy to confuse, aren't they."

We were joined by a rather effete looking young man in his early twenties who I recognised from Maggie's Christmas party as being Georgia's son Charles.  He recognised me also and we shook hands very formally. 

"You had better take your mother that drink before the bell goes for end of interval," Georgia said. "Try to catch me at the house sometime soon, there are some details of the garden work that I would like to discuss with you," she added.  We said our good byes and I went over to Gwen with the drinks.

"Who was that?"

"That, was Georgia Craven ... you know I told you about the landscaping job at Craven Manor ....she is the senior partner in the Olsen's law chambers."

"I can't even let you off the leash to fetch drinks without you picking up some woman, can I?" she chuckled.  I had turned back to watch Georgia and her son departing the bar. "And stop staring at her arse!"  She poked me hard in the ribs with her finger.

"I wasn't, really I wasn't," I grinned, but in truth, I had been. 


We returned to the bar after the performance for another drink, but mainly to let the crowd clear away from the front of the theatre before going out onto the street. 

"Are you ready for some supper now?" I asked.

"Mmmmm, yes, that would be lovely, darling."

We strolled around the corner into Russell Street and the Garden Brasserie and were pleasantly surprised when the maitre d', found us a table immediately.  The restaurant had a reputation for being one of the best steak houses in the West End and so we both ordered a medium rare, Porterhouse steak, with potato escallops, stir fried French beans and sugar snap peas, to be washed down with a bottle of Mouton Cadet.  

The food and wine were excellent and by the time that we had sat over our coffee and liqueurs we were both happy, well fed and probably just a little bit tipsy.  The evening had turned a little chill but we were happy just to stroll back to the hotel, arms around each others waists, not saying much, just quietly smoking our cigarettes, and basking in the warmth of being together. 

Back in our hotel suite, I went into the bathroom, stripped off my clothes and put on one of the complimentary dressing gowns provided by the hotel, then got out my new electric shaver and ran it over my face until I was satisfied with the smoothness of the skin, then returned to the bedroom.   Gwen was still in the dressing room and so I lit a cigarette and sat down to wait for her. 

When she emerged the sight of her left me speechless. She flowed across the room in an ankle length silk negligee of translucent cream, almost totally plain with just a hint of lace at the neck line and held by string straps tied at the shoulders with little bows.  Laughing, she put her hands above her head and pirouetted like a ballerina, the bottom hem of the light material rising and flowing in a rippling wave. 

"Do you like it?"

"Oh, my God ... it's beautiful .... You are beautiful!" I gasped.  She must have instinctively known just what my tastes were, she could not have picked anything better, it was exactly what I would have picked out for her to wear.

"I just wanted to wear it for you ... just for a little while ... I know you won't let me keep it on for very long," she giggled. 

She picked up my hand and led me to the bed, then as we reached it, turned and tugged at the belt holding my robe together.  It fell open revealing my erect prick.  She touched it lightly with her finger tips and I felt it jerk and become even more rigid. 

"OK, I'm convinced.  You really do like it." She chuckled mischievously, then lowered herself onto the bed, sliding into the middle of the mattress, the silk of her nightdress making her seem to just glide over the surface.  "You can stroke it if you want to ... but be careful, the silk is very delicate, you must stroke it very gently, all over ..... and ..... for a VERY long time." 

I crawled onto the bed until I lay beside her and pressed my lips lightly to her exposed shoulder, planting tiny kisses down her arm until I reached her hand, then gently sucking her fingers, one at a time, then pressing gently at the very tips with my tongue. I turned her hand and kissed the palm, dragging my tongue firmly and wetly down her life line and then up over her wrist, attacking her sensitive inner arm with little nibbly kisses.

"Oh, my God ... you've made my whole arm tingle and go weak." She gasped. 

I moved so that I could lay my face against her silk clad breast. Thank God I had shaved, I thought, the sheer silk was like a delicate membrane.  My hand gently covered the other breast just lightly squeezing, the thumb finding and caressing the nipple a small hard point against a darker shadow made by the aureola beneath the silk. The slippery softness of the silk between my fingers and her breast gave a whole new dimension to the tactile pleasure that touching her breasts always brought.  I moved my hand down in slow gentle circular strokes, caressing her ribs, and stomach and firm round belly, moving my face to lay my cheek on her belly whilst my hand stroked smoothly down her silk clad thigh and returned back up the other to rest laying lightly over the cleft of her pussy. 

"Oh ... that is soooooo good, you are making my whole body tingle, my darling."  She relaxed her legs allowing her thighs to fall apart creating a silk clad valley with the clearly visible indentation of her pussy lips at the top.  I rested my hand on that soft warm junction one finger pressed lightly between the lips which I could feel were warm and moist beneath the silk, not hard enough to penetrate but enough to part them very slightly.
Just that light touch to her pussy dragged a deep moan from her throat and her hips gave a little jerk pressing her slit against my finger.  I could feel moisture starting to seep through the silk and moved my finger until I could feel the little button of her clit.

Gwen's hands came down to clasp my head, finger tips pushing into my hair and pulling me up until our faces were level and only an inch apart.

"Oh darling, stop now ... I don't want to play any more, I want you to make love to me, I want you to make me cum  ... I want ...!" She cut off her own words by pulling my face to hers and clamping our mouths together her tongue thrusting hard into my mouth a parody of her sexual desires. 

My own wanting was just as desperate; my rigid cock was pressed hard against the mattress and was throbbing with the desire to be inside her and the need for release. I moved closer to her and slid my hand down her silk covered thigh and leg until I found the hem of the delicate silk and gently raised it up until it was above her knees and I could slide my hand up her smooth naked thigh until the tips of my fingers found her hot moist pussy. 

She gave a deep moan and arched her back thrusting against my hand which was now over her pussy two fingers softly caressing the lips whilst the tip of another found and pressed against the tight entrance to her vagina and the thumb rolled over her clit massaging it into a hard hot ball.  My finger pressed slowly deeper into her tunnel flexing and caressing, searching for the elusive G spot and then she was moaning, and arching her back, thrusting her pussy hard against my hand which was suddenly wet with her juices.

"Ooooooooh!" she moaned, "Oh, yes .... Oh God yes ....Oh my darling...!"  She clutched me to her as her body spasmed and bucked through a series of shallow orgasms which seemed to last forever.

We lay clasping each other for several minutes until her breathing turned from deep panting to normal.

"Oh, Jamie, my darling," she breathed against my ear, "You made me orgasm, you made me cum.... And.... You weren't inside me.... you beast!"  She let out a half suppressed giggle, "Now you are going to have to do it again ... properly, this time."  She sat up and slid the negligee up over her head and dropped it onto the floor beside the bed and then began tugging at my robe until it joined her nightdress. 

"I want to feel you against me  .... I want to feel you inside me  ..... I want you to make me cum again, even if it takes all night.   No... I WANT it to take all night!" 

I rolled over to slide across her, but she pushed me down onto my back and then straddled my belly with her thighs.  I could feel the warm moisture of her pussy pressing against my belly and my jutting erection was parked tightly in the cleft of her buttocks. She bent forward to touch her lips to mine her nipples brushing across my chest.  I felt her rise up on her knees and then her hand was grasping my prick and guiding it between her legs until she found her vagina with the swollen pulsing cap.  With a single slow downward thrust she impaled herself onto me, easing her pussy over me with the whole weight of her body until my length was totally inside her and could go no further. She lowered her body full length onto mine until her face was laid on my shoulder.  I felt the breath forced out of me, my hips were making little involuntary jerks and my prick felt as though it had been drawn through a tunnel of warm honey into penis paradise.




The Touch Ch. 23



WARNING TO READERS  - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British.  The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 


The Touch Pt. 23   Successes and Surprises

Suddenly it was Easter and the gala re-opening of the garden centre was upon us.  Although it was a Bank Holiday and the garden centre was closed to the public everybody came in to work on Good Friday to add the finishing touches so that everything was ready for the re-launch the next day.

Maggie had suggested that the family, Gwen, Emma and I spend the weekend at her house, as we would all need to make an early start on Saturday and would be working late.   Gwen had taken Saturday off work from the hospital to join us as part of the 'Meet and Greet' management team, who would be looking after the customers and guests.  

Also, there would be special guests for the weekend, Uncle Arthur and Aunt Laura would be coming down from London on Saturday morning for the Gala Day and staying at Maggie's house until Monday.  It had always been our intention to invite them to the re-opening and Maggie thought that it would be a good opportunity for us all to have the talk about the business over the week-end which would save our having to make a trip to London.  The house had eight bedrooms and so there was more than enough room for all of us to stay for the weekend. 

The gala re-opening day was a fantastic success.  We were all up early on Saturday and after teas and coffees we went straight down to the centre.  The staff had all been asked to come in for seven-thirty as we were opening for business at eight and Maggie had arranged for Grace to provide breakfast for everyone in the restaurant before we started work. 

When we opened the gates at eight o'clock there was already a queue of cars waiting to be let into the car park and quite a crowd of pedestrian customers.  By ten o'clock we were so busy that there were queues at both cash registers and people waiting for tables in the restaurant, Maggie, Gwen, Emma and I were run off our feet just circulating amongst the customers and guests, shaking hands and giving advice and guidance.

Grace had hired in several catering students from the college to man the hospitality tent in the back field and they were serving complimentary glasses of sparkling wine or fruit juice to all customers and handing out a printed discount card which entitled gala day customers to a discount during April; one of Emma's bright ideas to promote ongoing business for the next month.    Maggie had hired a entertainments firm to erect an inflatable 'bouncy castle' next to the hospitality tent so that parents could leave their children to amuse themselves whilst they browsed around the centre, there was a Punch and Judy show. 

A local jazz band, 'The Banjo Boys', from Bath were set up on the other side of the tent on the back of our big lorry, who were playing to collect donations for local charities, and Maggie had promised to double any donations they received.  The whole day had a happy, carnival atmosphere and everybody, staff and customers alike seemed to be really enjoying themselves.

As promised, Mark Dwight brought Charlie, his father, down to the centre to officially open and name the farm produce shop as 'Gracie's Fruit and Vegetables', which was one of the points of key interest to the local press who took lots of photographs of the Dwights, Maggie and me for a local interest article.... all good, free advertising.  The store had been so busy that morning that Mark had to send one of his hands down after lunch with a second delivery of fresh vegetables. 

The new look garden centre was officially opened to a surprisingly large crowd of visitors, by Geoff Hamilton the BBC Television presenter of Gardener's World at eleven o'clock who then stayed to receive a guided tour of the centre with Maggie and myself.  Geoff was a really nice guy and was, like Maggie, a graduate of Writtle Agricultural College in Essex and paired up with Maggie to encourage me to enrol to take the National Diploma in Horticulture.

As I said goodbye to Geoff and watched Maggie walk him back to his car, I felt a light tug at my sleeve. "Hello Jamie," a familiar voice said softly from behind me.  I turned around; it was Sharon Cooper, although it took me several seconds to recognise her she had changed so much in the six months since I last saw her. She was a bit slimmer although she still had a very impressive pair of tits, but she seemed to have lost weight from her face and hips.  

Sharon was mid-twenties and for as long as I could remember, had dressed in black leather mini skirts, vivid coloured blouses, black patent, high heeled knee boots , and a short, fun fur jacket.  Her make-up was always too bright, and her hair was bleached blonde and waist length, she probably had a look that many would call 'tarty', but I had always thought that underneath it all she was quite pretty.   

Her appearance on that day couldn't have been more different. Her hair was shorter and although still blonde had been allowed to grow out and had been professionally highlighted and her make-up was more subdued, a simple pale red lipstick which emphasised her shapely, full lips and a pale turquoise eyeliner making her eyes appear to be vivid topaz green. 

The leather skirt and fun fur jacket had gone and had been replaced by a sky-blue printed 'Queen' rock band, t-shirt beneath a white crochet cotton cardigan and a chrome yellow wool mini skirt over sky-blue leggings that matched her t-shirt perfectly.  The long boots had given way to short black leather, lace up, ankle boots.  The overall look was far more fashionable than the old look Sharon, but also softer and much, much classier, she really did look terrific. 

"Hi Sharon.  Wow!  You look different...er, really great!" 

"Thank you," she smiled.  I noticed that she also looked happier that when I had last seen her.

"It's really good to see you," I meant it. 

I had always liked Sharon, she had a reputation as an easy screw and had picked up the nickname 'The Bike', and I guess that it was probably true; she had been my first shag when I was sixteen.  They say that women always remember their first time; I guess that it is probably true of boys as well so she had a special place in my affections although I doubt that she remembered.  

I took her elbow and guided her towards the hospitality marquee. "Come along, let me get you a glass of wine and we can catch up on what has been happening over the last six months."

We took our drinks and sat at one of the small tables away from the crowd.  I was drinking grapefruit juice; if I had had a glass of wine with every customer or friend I had taken to the tent that morning I would have been totally rat-arsed by mid-morning.

"So what has been happening?" I asked, "I can't get over how great you look."

"I've started a completely new life," she stated simply. "New job, new flat, all of my own, I've even got my own car now."

"So what....?"

"So it's probably all your fault," she laughed.  "It started after that last time I was with you, you were kind and caring and I just decided that I was done with being lonely and abused, I finally wanted my own life.  Then just a few weeks later my arsehole of a father beat my mother up one time too many and she just packed her bags and left, I don't know where she went, but she sent me a couple of postcards with a Scottish postmark."

"Oh God Sharon, I'm so sorry, that must have been awful..."

"No, it was the best thing ever," she smiled, "Mum is well out of it, I hope she's as happy as I am now..... I wasn't staying at home on my own with Dad, and so it gave me the nudge that I needed to leave as well, I had money saved that he didn't know about to get me started.  Larry at the King's Head pub let me stay in one of his guest rooms for free for helping out in the bar at night the first couple of weeks, I quit my job at the hairdressers and went in with Richard one of the guys that I trained with, he has his own shop and rents out chairs to self employed hairdressers and beauticians... I am fully qualified as both, you know, I rent a chair and work for myself."

"I'm really pleased for you, Sharon," I told her, "You really deserved a break."

"Richard, now lets me rent the flat above the shop, I've got all my own furniture, a car, new clothes, a new image, and a decent chance at a good future."

I indicated that I would get her another drink but she declined. "I need to get back to work, I just wanted to run over to see you in my lunch break, say hello and give you my best wishes for today."  I walked with her back to the car park and she handed me one of her business cards.  "Will you come and see me some time ... we could go for a drink ... or I could make you something to eat, I'm even learning to cook now?" she chuckled.  "I still get lonely sometimes, but the really odd thing is that whenever I do, you are the one that I think about. I'm not sure that I should be telling you that, but it's true..." she added.

"Yes, of course I will."  How could I say anything different?  Also, she looked so tasty in her new image and she was obviously putting me on a promise, one which I knew I would not be able to resist. 

We exchanged a 'friend's kiss' and she got into her car, a beige 1984 Ford Escort and as she drove away I noticed that she had a humorous 'Do It' sticker on the rear bumper that read 'Gardeners Do It Outside'. I chuckled to myself as I remembered our assignations in the woods behind the golf course.


Uncle Arthur and Aunt Laura arrived about mid-day and Maggie went with them up to the house to get settled in and then she and Gwen took them for lunch in the restaurant. Uncle Arthur was my grandfather's twin brother, their uncle and my great-uncle, was late seventies and lived in a large house on the Outer Circle of Regent's Park with his eccentric wife Aunt Laura, but was still a really sharp businessman.  He had been something big in the city, a well known business consultant, and his twin sons were both stockbrokers. I really like him, he reminded me of my grandfather who had died when I was about eight, and Aunt Laura was sweet although totally dotty.

By the time we closed up the centre at six o'clock everybody was exhausted but happy, but the day was not yet finished. Maggie and Grace had got together to put on a party for the staff and their families in the restaurant for the evening, there was a buffet, a free bar and a local DJ provided music for dancing.   

Uncle Arthur and Aunt Laura were both close to eighty and so although they were pretty active just stayed for Maggie's thank you speech to the staff and then went back to the house.  The rest of us had a really fun evening, it was particularly nice that the family could all have a drink together as none of us had to drive home.  I danced with virtually all of the women and girls at the party but, it was Emma who clung to me like glue, I think she had had a little too much wine, and Gwen and Maggie that left me horny and aroused from the closeness of their bodies as usual.   

The employees with children started to drift off home about ten and I let the last couple, Mikey and his girlfriend, out and locked up just after mid-night.  It had been agreed that everybody should have the Sunday and Bank Holiday Monday off work and that we would start early on Tuesday morning to get the restaurant cleared up and ready for breakfast business by eight.

The four of us sat for a short time in Maggie's kitchen drinking hot chocolate and finishing off the remaining snacks from the buffet until Emma and Maggie said they were turning in for the night.

"I think that I shall just take a walk around the garden and have a last cigarette," Gwen said, shrugging on her fleece jacket.  "Do you want to keep me company, Jamie?" 

We said our goodnights and watched as Maggie and Emma went upstairs then quietly slipped out of the back door into the garden and into each others arms.  

"Oh my darling, I have missed you so much, I've hardly seen you this week," Gwen breathed into my ear when our first long, tender kiss ended. "Do you think that anybody would notice if you sneaked into my room for an hour or two?" She joked.  We both knew that that was not a possibility. 

We strolled down the garden to the arbour seat where we could not be seen from the house and sat just enjoying the closeness of just being together.   I put my arm around her shoulders, turning her so that I could pull her face up to mine and our lips came together in a gentle, long kiss our tongues just very lightly flicking at each other tantalisingly. 

Soon our kissing became more passionate, deeper and more insistent our lips hungry and our tongues thrusting and dancing as we breathlessly and urgently sank into an abyss of lustful wanting and pleasure.  The kiss seemed to go on forever until we were both panting for breath and gasping with the wave of desire that was jerking our bodies together uncontrollably. 

My hand was cupping her breast and I could feel the shape of an erect nipple through the fabric of her sweater and soft cotton bra, which hardened as my thumb caressed it with small circular motions.  

"Oh God, my darling," she moaned, "We have to stop ... before it's too late .... Oh, but I want you so much!"

Our mouths met again, creating a moist cavern in which our tongues wrestled and probed in parody of the lovemaking we were denying ourselves.  I didn't want to deny us any longer.  I shifted around so that I was sitting astride the bench seat and pulled her to me sliding my hands beneath her skirt and easing her thighs over mine so that she was seated straddling my lap, then reached between us to unbuckle my belt, snap open my jeans and release my prick which stood up between us erect and quivering.  

"Oh Jamie, do we dare ...?"

"It's OK," I whispered, "We can't be seen and if anybody comes out then the security light will come on and give us warning."

"Oh God, this is soooooo naughty!" she giggled softly and slid her hands beneath her skirt to pull aside the crotch of her knickers and then eased herself forward until I felt the tip of my cock touching the warm moistness of her slit.  I was so ready for her that my prick was beginning to make tiny thrusts towards her vagina of its own accord and then she wriggled and I felt the glans catch and press slowly into her vagina and clasped her buttocks pressing her down onto my rock hard stiffness until she was seated firmly on my lap and my prick was sliding into her already wet pussy.  She felt hot and tight and totally fantastic and we stayed still like that my prick halfway into her just revelling in the luxury of those stolen secret moments.

I felt her lift her knees and lean back a little and suddenly I was deep, deep inside her as far as my prick would go, and we were both gasping with the totally awesome sensation that comes for both partners with really deep penetration.  I moved my face towards her so that we could kiss again and her arms snaked around my neck hugging me close as our tongues slowly mingled and brushed in time to the languid movements of our hips; my prick moving in tiny slow thrusts up and down no more than a single inch but enough to create a whole world of pleasurable sensation. 

Then suddenly I felt my rigid erection harden even more and that familiar feeling, a tingling in my balls that heralded ejaculation.

"I'm going to cum, Gwen .... I can't stop it...!"

"Oh yes, my darling, please do it, please......."

Her arms hugged me tighter to her and her mouth found mine with a hard lust filled kiss and she thrust down hard with all her weight impaling herself onto me so deeply that my prick felt as if it was trapped in a moist velvet vice, the glans throbbing and ready to explode, and the my juices seemed to fill my cock with a liquid gushing, erupting violently from the eye of my prick in several hard jets of hot jiz.   She let out a sharp gasp as my semen gushed into her and then I felt her pussy begin to pulse and contract and she was reaching her own orgasm, her hips pounding her vagina down onto my still erect prick, as she moaned huskily into my throat, gasping until the storm of her climax had calmed and she relaxed limply, still on my lap and my semi-erect tool still inside her. 

We remained like that, just holding each other for several long minutes.

"Oh darling, I just can't get enough of you... I need you to make love to me all the time," she giggled huskily, wriggling her hips in a lover's tease.  Then she added with a laugh, as if she had only just realised, "Bloody hell, last week it was the summer house and now you've just made love to me outside, on a garden bench, in my sister's garden, with the whole family asleep just a few yards away, and we are sitting here with you still inside of me." 

"Well you can't complain that our sex life lacks variety," I retorted laughing. Making love with my mother was not only fantastic sex but was also fun, we had always shared the same slightly warped sense of humour and it had become a part of our relationship that added an additional erotic closeness. 

We carefully untangled ourselves and then sat and smoked a cigarette before wandering back to the house arms around each others waists.  I locked up and then waited down in the kitchen until I heard the door of her room snick closed and then went up to my own bed.


Sunday morning dawned dull and grey with the promise of rain later in the day and everybody remarked at breakfast that regardless of how Easter fell on the calendar it always seemed to rain.  Maggie had prepared a full cooked breakfast of eggs, sausages, bacon, mushrooms and black pudding, and there was cereal for those who wanted it and plenty of toast and marmalade or honey to finish.  We all made a real fuss of Uncle Arthur and Aunt Laura as we so seldom saw them these days and it was just great having most of the family around the dining table.

After breakfast Uncle Arthur took me by the elbow and steered me away from the others and into the small conservatory on the side of the house which had been Maggie's studio where she had produced her sketches and watercolours for landscaping designs, until she moved into the new design office we had set up in the office block. 

He indicated that we should sit opposite each other in two of the comfortable cane and wicker chairs.  "There is something that you and I need to talk about before we have the family meeting."  He had obviously prepared in advance for this conversation and he reached down and pulled his soft leather briefcase from beside his chair and laid it across his knees, tugged the straps undone and slid out a thin brown card file.

"Do you remember much about my brother Gareth, your grandfather?"

"Yes, of course," I said a little defensively.  I had absolutely adored my grandfather and had spent most of my long summer holidays with him as a smaller child, either in London or at his cottage at Holkham in Norfolk. He had performed some business service for the Earl of Leicester and was allowed the great privilege of being able to rent a cottage on the Holkham estate. For me, being with Uncle Arthur was always tinged with a touch of sadness as, being my grandfather's twin he looked, sounded and even smelt like him, they both used the same pipe tobacco, which seemed to permeate every item of their clothing, a comforting olfactory memory. 

"I'm sorry, that was a stupid question, of course you do," he said kindly.  "You will also know about the rift between your mother and your grandmother which was at it's height of stupidity at the time that Gareth got ill and then died."  

I just nodded, there were still gaps in my knowledge of the family affairs but I had never felt that I wanted to push Mum... Gwen, to tell me about them until she was ready.  




The Touch Ch. 23



"To cut a long story short, your grandfather was forced to help your mother out secretly in order to keep the peace with his own wife, and part of that was that he promised her that he would make sure that both you and Emma would have the funding to pursue securely, whatever future you choose for yourselves."

"I knew nothing of any of this."

"No, even your mother was not aware of what he had planned.  Basically he left a sum of money for each of his grandchildren in a trust fund that I administer with the instructions that I was to release the funds in a manner that I thought fit at the time that I believed you to be ready to receive it."

"Wow, I had no idea!"  I really was totally surprised and had to concentrate hard to stop myself blurting out the obvious question, of how much and when.  

"I think the time is now right for you to receive the bulk of your trust.  You are legally of age; your Aunt Maggie has assured me that that you are one of the most sensible and steady men that she knows and this is reflected by her wanting you to be a director of her company.  In the light of this I have decided that you should receive a lump sum straight away and a draw down income from the balance if you choose to go to university, if you don't then we can discuss that part again at some future date."

I couldn't resist any longer. "How much are we talking about?"

When he told me I was totally floored, absolutely struck dumb. It wasn't a massive fortune, I was not going to an overnight millionaire or anything near that, but to me it was a huge sum.  It took me no more than thirty seconds to decide what I wanted to do next.

"If I wanted to invest most of it in the Garden Centre, how would I do that?"

"It was my guess that you might choose to do something like that which is why I wanted to have this talk before we all meet to discuss the business changes. You will need to discuss it with Maggie of course, but I don't believe that she will object.  Was there anything else that you wanted to ask?"

"What about Emma and Mum?"

"Well, firstly, your sister cannot receive any part of her sum until she is eighteen, after that I am going to suggest that she receives an income if she chooses to go to university although I see no reason why she cannot receive some of the capital on her birthday." He held up a cautionary finger, "This is of course in confidence you must not discuss this until I her spoken to her as well."

I nodded my agreement, "and Mum and Maggie.... Do they get anything?"

"Your aunt and mother both received their share of your grandfather's estate when your grandmother died."  He anticipated my next question, "If you are thinking about gifting money to your mother or paying off the balance of the mortgage on her house, then that is your choice, but my advice is to wait until her divorce is final, just to be safe."

He passed me the portfolio containing the details of the bequest and then suggested that I find Maggie and have a quick discussion with her before the meeting about the business. I found Maggie in the kitchen preparing lunch and asked her to walk with me in the garden. I don't know if she already knew or had guessed but she just hugged me tightly and gave me one of her big radiant smiles.  When I asked her if she would let me put the money into the business she put her arms around my waist and looked up into my eyes.

"I can't think of anybody I would rather be in partnership with," she said seriously, then kissed me lightly on the lips.  "I was beginning to think that I was going to have to fuck you to get my hands on your money." She laughed.  

"OK so you are getting my money, when do I get my...........?"

"One thing at a time, my lad" she chuckled.  I was already pretty euphoric before, now her NOT saying never, was making me feel randy as well, even if she was only joking.  "Come on we had better go in, I've got to finish getting lunch ready."  We walked back to the house arms around each other's waists.  

Gwen met us at the kitchen door, "What are you two up to now?"

"Your son has been trying to buy his way into my bed," Maggie chuckled, then turned to me, "You had better take your mother for a walk now and give her the news."


Maggie and Gwen produced a huge, first class traditional Sunday lunch, roast beef, Yorkshire puddings, roast potatoes,  honey glazed parsnips, with sprouts, cauliflower and broad beans, all from our own farm shop, washed down with a couple of bottles of claret. We all consumed to excess and then finished off with rhubarb crumble or roly-poly pudding and custard. 

After Emma and I had cleared the lunch things and made coffees we all sat around the table and listened to Uncle Arthur explaining the changes that would take place when the garden centre became a limited company.  Maggie, Gwen and myself would be full voting shareholders and Emma and the twins would be non-executive shareholders with a stake in the ownership of the company but immediate involvement in the day to day running of the business.  The only other point of business was that Maggie wanted to change the name of the company from De Vere Nurseries to De Vere and Riley Ltd., but both Gwen and I insisted that it should remain virtually unchanged and we all finally agreed on simply 'De Vere Garden Centre Ltd.'   Uncle Arthur told us that he would get in touch with Georgia Craven, the senior partner for the company solicitors and set all the legal actions in motion.

The most amusing thing was that Aunt Laura became really confused, lost the plot and kept looking at Maggie and Gwen and asking me, "So which one of them is your mother and which one is your wife, I can never remember?"  

She was definitely getting more and more dotty as she got older and after asking for the fifth or sixth time, Uncle Arthur said to her in kindly humour, "They are both his wives, my dearest, he is a bigamist you know!"  She didn't ask again but I noticed her studying the three of us intently for the rest of the day, until something else caught her attention. 

Easter Monday was a bank holiday but Gwen had to go into work at the hospital and Maggie was driving Uncle Arthur and Aunt Laura back to London.  They had driven down in their own car but Uncle Arthur had given his driver the rest of the weekend off as Maggie had offered to take them home. 

It was my turn to check the greenhouses and do any watering necessary and as the weather was not cold but was persistently drizzly I decided to spend the day clearing up some of the debris from Saturday and after seeing Maggie and the 'oldies' off, went down to the garden centre and changed into my working gear and a waterproof coat. I hadn't asked or expected her to work, but after a while Emma came down, changed and waded into help me, straightening up the displays, picking up rubbish from the centre and the back field and clearing the marquee for collection by the hire firm on Wednesday. 

The real surprise was when we went into the restaurant to start tidying up and discovered that Grace and probably Suzan had been in on the Sunday and all the flotsam and jetsam was bagged up ready for disposal, the tables back in their places all wiped down and polished and the floor swept.  I suggested to Emma that she should discover who came in and arrange for them to be paid and additionally get a bouquet of flowers from Maggie and me.  We really did have a terrific, hardworking and loyal team.

We finally packed up about six o'clock. Maggie was not yet home and so I locked up both the garden centre and her house and then we drove home.  Overall the weekend had been a big success and full of surprises, but then surprises were going to turn out to be the norm for the next few weeks. 




Addendum

To the reader

A sincere thank you to all the readers who continue to post comments and send e-mails your encouragement is greatly appreciated.  I am sorry if new chapters take a little time to appear, I shall try to continue posting them every few days.

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 at the time 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. 



The Touch Ch. 24



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Pt. 24 Tales of the Unexpected

Tuesday brought another surprise. When I got home in the evening I nearly tripped over Gwen's suitcase standing in the hall at the bottom of the stairs. 

I found her in the kitchen sitting at the table with Emma. I gave her a kiss on the top of her head and poured myself a cup of coffee. "What's going on, Mum?" I asked. "Are you going somewhere, is everything OK?"

"Yes, everything is fine," she smiled. "I'm just going away for a few days on a training course."

"Mum has been offered another promotion," Emma put in, "Isn't that great!" She got up from the table, "I need to go and change, I'm meeting friends in town and Mum is going to drop me off when she leaves."

After she went up to her room, Gwen closed the kitchen door and then quickly stepped up to me and we indulged in a very quick clandestine kiss. 

"The hospital wants me to take up a teaching post; it's a lot more money and better working hours .... But it means that I need to attend a course at the Royal Bournemouth Hospital for the rest of this week and all of next week, I know that is short notice but they only told me today."

"Wow, that is fantastic!" I enthused. "I know that you have to go, but I shall miss you terribly." I felt selfish saying it but I really would miss her.

"I shall miss you too, my darling. It is a residential course and they are putting us into nurse's quarters at the hospital but I should be able to get away Saturday evening and have all of Sunday with you."

"I will cook something special for Sunday lunch then, just let me know what time you will be home on Saturday and we can all go out to dinner in town," I told her. 

I could hear Emma moving about upstairs so I grabbed her hand and dragged her into the back lobby and shut the door. I pulled her into my arms and we clutched at each other, our lips coming together in a long desperate kiss, which only ended when we heard Emma on the stairs causing us to spring apart.

We slipped back into the kitchen just as she came in. "I had better go, I don't want to get there too late," Gwen said and then reached up to give me a quick motherly kiss on the lips. I walked with them out to the car and gently squeezed her arse and we gave each other a final hug. 

"Call me sometime tomorrow, so that I know you are OK," I instructed her. I stood and watched them drive away. Our relationship was strange, it wasn't at all like being married, but I think we had both got used to the other just being there in the same house, we sometimes struggled to find quality time together and sex was usually a bit spontaneous and sometimes in unusual places but we were happy just being around each other.

Wednesday brought another surprise. Maggie was out with Colin and Kitty putting in some hours at Craven Manor and I had decided to stay in the office and get on with finishing the designs of the garden remake for Caroline Brookes at Bishopsdown. I needed to get the plans completed as the client had asked to see the first sets at the week-end and I planned to run out with them on Saturday. 

I finished drawing the plans about mid-day and went down to the restaurant for some lunch and I was already crossing the arboretum on my way to the office when I heard the telephone ring, quickly followed by my call bell. We had installed a ringer so that whoever was in the office could summon us if we were out on site; Maggie's call sign was two rings, mine three and Emma's four. 

I bounded up the stairs, "It's a lady asking for you, a Gill Watford... she says that you had spoken about gardens on a train or something?" Emma told me, "I'll put it through to your office."

I had almost forgotten about meeting Gill at Salisbury Station. It had been on the day that Gwen and I first became lovers and I guess that momentous happening overshadowed everything else from that day. There had been a connection between us, one of those strange things that I believed was something to do with 'The Touch', and I had given her my business card and told her to call me if she ever needed any garden work done. I was a bit surprised that she was actually calling. 

I sat down at my desk and picked up the telephone, "Hello Gill, what a nice surprise," I opened. 

"Hello Jamie, I hope you don't mind me calling you ... I wondered if you might have time to meet with me ... there is something that I would like to discuss with you." 

"Have you decided to buy that house with a garden?" I remembered that she had told me about resigning her commission and leaving the army and possibly looking to buy a house in the county. I had offered to do any gardening work she might need. 

"Not exactly... I would rather meet and talk face to face," she gave a little laugh; over the telephone it sounded husky and sexy. "I'm sorry, does that sound terribly mysterious?" 

"No, not at all," I lied. "Do you want to come in here to the office or should I come to you...if you give me your address?" Gill had been really nice and we had connected strongly so for some irrational reason, I felt a certain obligation to her.

"Perhaps we could meet for lunch, are you free any day soon." 

I had a quick glance in my diary which was pretty full. "What about tomorrow?" I had planned on taking the day off and just doing some chores in the garden at home, but she had tweaked my curiosity.

"That would be absolutely terrific," she answered. "Do you know the Antrobus Arms in Amesbury .... If that suits you we could meet about twelve-thirty in the bar? Lunch will be on me." 

"Yes, yes, that would be fine." I knew of the hotel but had never been there and Amesbury was only about seven miles away up the A345. 

"Oh Jamie, thank you so much, I know that I am probably being a real pain in the butt, but I do appreciate your agreeing to come .... Until tomorrow then...."

"Yes, see you tomorrow...goodbye."

I decided not to put our meeting in my diary, I was not sure why but I wasn't at all sure that it was to do with the gardening business. She was right, this meeting did sound a whole lot mysterious, I was sure that she would not be buying me lunch at one of the county's higher priced restaurants just to discuss, possible work on a garden that I was fairly convinced she didn't even have yet. 

Gill was a serving army officer; I seriously hoped that she wasn't drawing me into anything to do with military secrets or illegal activities. No, definitely not! We had only spent a couple of hours together but I really liked Gill, it wasn't just that she was very attractive and sexy and we had clicked, she loved all the same jazz bands that I did ... there couldn't be anything wrong with somebody who really liked jazz... could there?

Thursday morning I got up and made breakfast for Emma and after she had left for work went out and spent a couple of hours working in the garden. About eleven I went indoors and showered, shaved and dressed to meet Gill. The Antrobus Arms was quite a classy restaurant and so I put on a pair of biscuit coloured chinos, with a black shirt and beige linen jacket. I rolled up a tie and put it in my pocket in case it turned out to be a collar and tie dining room. 

I arrived at the hotel just after twelve and bought a small Heineken lager and found a table where I could sit and watch the door. I was early but I guess even then I was a bit old fashioned; I didn't like the thought of a woman waiting alone in a bar for me to arrive. 

Gill walked in dead on time and looked really great, even better than I remembered from the train. I reassessed her as being mid to late thirties and very attractive, her shoulder length dark hair was still cut in a soft pageboy style and as before her make-up consisted of a pale carmine lipstick, nothing more. She was about 5' 7" and her figure, was terrific with the voluptuous curves of a mature woman and an hourglass waist.

She was wearing a very smart plain grey, tight fitting wool dress with a wide black leather belt which emphasised her tiny waist, black tights or stockings and plain black leather court shoes. She looked elegant and extremely sexy. I stood up as she spotted me and approached the table.

"Hello Gill. Whew! You look really great," I said admiringly.

"Well thank you very much, that makes me feel good already," she beamed, her face lighting up and her deep brown eyes glowing. "Shall we go through to the restaurant...or... did you want anther drink first?"

"No, that's fine, let's eat."

The Antrobus Arms was a seventeenth century coaching inn which had been added to during the Georgian and Regency era and although it seemed a bit dated was still regarded as one of the better hotels in the area often the choice of celebrities, Robert Taylor, Alan Ladd and the Beatles having stayed there whilst filming on Salisbury Plain at various times in the past. The restaurant served excellent traditional British fare and I choose the roast loin of pork with apple sauce and Gill selected the fresh farmed trout, and we shared a bottle of rather good Yugoslav Riesling.

We actually talked very little over lunch except about generalities, the news, the weather, and I sensed that she was reluctant to get to whatever it was she really wanted to speak about. It was another lovely warm spring day, the wet weather at the weekend had passed over, and so after lunch we took our coffees and went and sat in the garden at a table by the ornamental fountain. 

"Oh Jamie," she said as we sat down, "I am SO sorry. I don't think that I can go through with this... I've dragged you out here on a wild goose chase." She looked so sad and forlorn. 

"Gill, it's OK. Really it is..." I laid my hand over hers reassuringly. "Whatever it is... just tell me .... But if you really don't want to ... then that's OK as well." 

She took a deep breath. "Very well, but let me ask you a couple of questions first... you will understand why later."

I nodded for her to go on. 

"Tell me Jamie; are you in a permanent relationship, engaged or anything like that?"

Naturally my thoughts went to Gwen, but I couldn't tell Gill or anyone about our relationship. "No," I said, "Not really."

"So you've no immediate plans to get married .... To have a family ... children? Do you like children?"

"Where is this going ... I'm not sure ..... "

"Please, you've been a real sweetie just coming today, just bear with me a bit longer, please."

"OK," I laughed kindly, "No, I have no plans to start a family ... at least not yet," I thought of Gwen and Maggie the two women who meant the most to me, and the two that I could never have a family with. "Perhaps not ever," I added. 

She glanced around as if to make sure that there was nobody in earshot, and then took another deep breath. 

"Well, I DO want to have a child .... And I want you to help me get pregnant." 

She looked serious. She WAS serious. I was totally stunned. For long minutes I just sat there with my mouth hanging open like a frozen in time goldfish, I tried to talk, to ask things, but nothing would come out, I really must have misheard her ... but I knew that I hadn't. 

"I have started this now so I am going to have to finish it, it's taken me all my courage to get this far," she said, "will you hear me out before you laugh or tell me that you are disgusted, or horrified, or whatever?"

"I'm not going to be any of those things, I promise. You just took me by surprise that's all!" 

"Jamie, as a man you may not fully understand this, but I am a 37 year old woman, I am on my own, I've spent twenty years living in University digs or army accommodation, and I've got nothing to show for it ... nothing personal that is ...no home, no husband, no family ... just my career and a lot of unspent salary." 

She paused and looked up at me; I squeezed her hand gently to encourage her to go on.

"I can have the home, buying a house somewhere is easy, when I leave the army, I shall have a good pension and working as a civilian freelance consultant will pay a lot more money for many less hours."

She squeezed my hand back and chuckled, when she smiled her whole face lit up and she was totally entrancing. "There is no need to panic." She laughed, "I'm not looking for a husband ... or even a lover. I actually like being single and on my own, I have been in relationships and they just don't work for me."

"So what ....?"

"What I DO want is a family; I want a child or children and I want them to be my own, from the seed of a father that I have chosen." She paused and took another deep breath, "And that is where you come in!"

"Gill, I am very flattered, but I'm also still a bit stunned ... I don't understand, we hardly know one another ...Why me?"

"Oh My God, this is going to sound really crazy, so let me get the practical parts out of the way first, before you run away screaming." 

Gill had one of those beautiful expressive faces that could show a hundred emotions all at the same time, and right then she looked everything from enthused to frightened to desperately sad and I just wanted to hold her and make everything good, but I remained in my seat and just held on tightly to her hands as though we are good friends of long standing.

"Firstly, you fit my profile for a good father, you are good looking, intelligent, young and virile....." She took another big breath before continuing, "Secondly you are not willing to commit; after the baby is born I don't want somebody who is going to insist on being part of our lives." She took another deep breath, "Lastly.... This is just a possible bonus; there is a good chance that you carry the gene that could father twins. My body clock is running and I'm not sure that I could go through this entire emotional trauma again; twins would be an instant dream family. Oh God, does that sound clinical and cruel?"

"No Gill, I don't believe that you could ever be clinical and cruel." Oddly, I understood her needs and emotions completely.

"There is one more thing. This is where you come to believe that I am totally crazy. Do you remember that morning in the station buffet room? Do you recall the 'static electricity' that we both felt when we touched for the first time?" 

I nodded; I think I already knew what was coming next.

"That was the moment that I knew that it had to be you. I don't know what happened and I'm not sure that I want to, but there is a special connection between you and I, Jamie Riley, I just know that I would be able to get pregnant with you and that our babies would be just perfect."

"Wow! This is a lot to take in, Gill." I stood up, "I'm not going to run away screaming," I laughed. "But, I think we could both do with another coffee and perhaps a brandy, yes?" 

I ordered the drinks from the bar and by the time that I had detoured to take a pee a waiter had taken them out to the table. I pulled a chair over so that I could sit closer to her, our knees almost touching.

"OK, so supposing I agree to what you are asking," I started tentatively, "what do you want me to do .... Do we both need see to some sort of doctor ... or do you just give me a flask ... or what?" 

"This is where I start to sound like the crazy lady again," she sighed. "Yes. That was my original plan, but since I met you and that 'thing' happened at the station, I know that the only way that I want to get pregnant is the natural way."

"You mean that you and I should ... you know...?" 

"Have sex. Make love, whatever .... Yes!" She turned her face towards me her expression one of both hope and anguish. "Oh God Jamie, are you disgusted by that?"

I just blurted out the first words that came into my head, "Bloody hell Gill! I'd love to.... Er, I mean, it would be great to... Er, I sound like a right pillock don't I...? I paused and took a deep breath, "NO, I'm not disgusted ... I'm honoured you have chosen me." We both started to laugh at my ridiculous formal statement and with relief, her laugh was musical and tinkly and her face lit up. She had a way of tilting her head slightly to one side when she laughed which was really cute and appealing. 

How could I possibly be disgusted by this beautiful woman offering to have sex with me? Just the thought of fucking with her was already starting to give me a hard on. This thing about trying to get her pregnant... up until now I had been more concerned with NOT getting my partners in the family way, not a major problem with most modern women taking the pill; the thought of making love to Gill, filling her with my seed and her actually becoming intentionally pregnant... well that added a new level of eroticism that I had never even considered before.

We sat for another hour and another two coffees whilst we discussed the details of her plan, things like when we would need to meet, possible venues of where we could meet and then when we felt confident enough about each other, the necessary personal questions and assurances about our sexual health and family genetic health history. 

Finally we agreed that she would work out her 'hot spot' calendar and call me again so that we could arrange our first liaison. We both needed to find a venue where neither of us was likely to be recognised and so we eventually settled on a fairly new motel near Chippenham, which although about 25 miles from Salisbury offered a modern room and anonymity.

I walked her back to her car, an old maroon 1970's Volvo 245 estate. "I've had it since I was a student; when you are constantly moving then you need a car that is reliable and big enough to move all your gear." 

We stood by the car and I wasn't sure quite how to say goodbye. In the end Gill just stepped up to me and put her arms around my waist and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek, holding her cheek softly against mine for several long seconds. Her body was soft and warm against mine and I could feel my prick starting to twitch into life. 

After she had driven out of the car park I sat astride my Vespa and lit a cigarette. What the hell had I got myself into now? Thoughts of fucking with Gill, of getting her pregnant, filled my head with such erotic images that I had to pull over halfway home to have a cigarette. It is almost impossible to ride a moped safely with the distraction of an erection. 

By the time I reached the outskirts of Salisbury it was still only late afternoon and so I kept going into the city and parked at the market place and walked across the road to the public library. Gill had spared me a lot of the feminine details about ovulation, temperatures and the like, but I felt that it was something that I should understand so that I could be supportive to her through this experience. It was obviously going to be emotionally difficult for her and I didn't want to just approach it like a mindless stud, I liked Gill and although I fully accepted that our relationship was only going to be temporary I didn't want to see her hurt or disappointed by me. 

I rode home, changed and made a salmon en croute with a salad for Emma's tea. I heartily disliked salmon but she adored it and I selfishly only cooked it for her when I was not going to be eating at home. I did not want to sit around at home just thinking about Gwen and Gill and getting horny and so I left a note for Emma telling her that her supper was in the 'fridge and got the car out and drove over to Philippa Shelby's riding stables, I had promised Janice that I would see her again soon and thought that she might be free to go out for a drink or something.

There was only one other car in the customer car park when I pulled in and I could see that the stables appeared to be closing up for the day, a couple of lads were hosing and brushing down the cobbles of the stable yard and most of the horses appeared to be in their stalls already. "Is Janice about?" I called over to them.




The Touch Ch. 24



"Nah, she's on day off, gone to see her mother .... Be back tomorrow."

"I'm here though." The voice was right behind me and made me jump. 

"Bloody hell, Philippa, you scared me half to death," I laughed. 

"Are you here for business or pleasure?" 

"Strictly pleasure, I was just going to see if Jan wanted to go out for a drink. But as she is not here...."

"As she is not here you can come up to the house and have a drink with me instead," she chuckled and took my arm firmly and started to lead me towards the big house. "You lads finish off then lock up and bugger off home," she called over her shoulder. 

I glanced back and the guys were grinning; one gave me the stiff arm gesture and silently mouthed "Go on son, get in there!" I wasn't particularly amused and from what I remembered of Philippa's temper thought they were running a life threatening risk if she saw them. 

We entered the big old Victorian house by the same rear kitchen door that Janice had used when she gave me a hand-job in the shower a few weeks previous, and Philippa led me down the same corridor which led to the robing room and shower. 

"You can wait for me whilst I shower and change," she said. "The changing room is down here." I thought it probably unwise to mention that I had been there before. 

The robing room had not changed since my last visit. She went straight to the ancient hoop backed chair, sat down and put her leg out. "You can make yourself useful by pulling these off," she said. Her manner put me in mind of the way that she was with her students, brisk and authoritive. 

When I had pulled both boots she pointed to a space in the row of riding boots along one wall and as I turned back I saw that she had already stripped off her polo top and was standing in her breeches and a plain white cotton sports bra watching me. "If you think you are going to watch me undress, you are bloody mistaken," she laughed. "You can sit on that chair with your back to me until I've showered and dressed." 

I did as she said although I chanced a quick peek over my shoulder when I heard her pull the shower curtain around the ancient swan neck shower stall. She was behind the curtain but I could see the pink bulge that her buttocks made against the curtain as she bent to wash her legs. 

The shower stopped and I heard the soft noises of her using a towel. "Do you want a hand drying your back?" I asked with a chuckle. 

"Don't be so bloody cheeky. You'll get your hands on my body when I say so and not before .... If at all." It was said humorously, but I wondered if there was a promise hidden in there somewhere. "OK, you can turn round now."

She had redressed in a tight mustard yellow polo neck sweater and a pair of dark grey leggings and very obviously nothing else. Her modest breasts seemed very pointed as they strained against the tightness of her top unrestrained by a bra and I could just make out the shadow of the cleft of her pussy through the jersey fabric of her leggings. She pushed her feet into a pair of soft moccasins and started towards the door.

"Come on, let's go and get that drink, now." She led me out and across the big old fashioned disused kitchen and along another corridor which led to the other side of the house. "Now that I am living here on my own I only keep a couple of the rooms open," she explained, "I had a new modern kitchen put in, and moved my sitting room and study upstairs." 

I followed her up a flight of stairs and into a large comfortable looking sitting room on the first floor which was decorated in an ultra modern minimalist style with plain white emulsioned walls and modern teak and leather furniture. The only concession to family history was a number of Georgian prints of hunting scenes in modern frames and one very large painting of a horse which I guessed was probably a George Stubbs, closer examination proved me correct. 

She held up a crystal decanter, "There's whisky, or whisky .... Or if you prefer you can have whisky?" She laughed. Without waiting for me to say yes or no she poured two generous tumblers of the amber liquid and brought one over to me, indicating that we should sit side by side on the large leather couch. She flopped down beside me and put her feet up on the solid looking teak coffee table. I noticed that there were faint score marks on the edge of the wood where she had obviously sat in the past wearing her boots. 

We chatted for maybe and hour about common interests, horses, riding, her job, my job, people that we knew and things remembered from my days at the stables. She told me she had been married once some years ago but was long divorced and was not interested in relationships or long term commitments. Sitting in her own room Philippa was a lot more relaxed and her attitude softer, maybe it was also the whisky, which was a very good single malt, and had been refilled a couple of times, or just that we were getting to know each other a bit better. 

She leaned back with a deep sigh and closed her eyes and it gave me a chance to study her close up. She was maybe 37 or 38 and very attractive with a delicate face, almost elfin, with hazel eyes and blonde streaked light brown bobbed hair. Her mouth was generous with quite thin heart shaped lips painted with a pale pink lipstick, obviously waterproof, which was her only make-up and which exposed her perfect teeth when she smiled. Her face had that slightly tanned appearance that was an all year around complexion for those of us who work outdoors and there was an almost invisible scattering of tiny freckles across her nose. 

She had an athletic figure with really firm pointy breasts, a narrow waist and the generous hips and buttocks of the professional horse rider leading to very long firm legs, the rider's muscular calfs emphasised by the tight leggings. It fascinated me that her neat body was only a single thickness of fabric away from my vision.

I suddenly realised that she had opened one eye and was watching me watching her. "Do you see anything that you like?" she asked, her face breaking into a wide grin. 

"Everything, it's all just perfect." Talking about sex with Gill all afternoon and then thinking about it ever since, plus a few large whiskies, had made me seriously randy and it looked as though Philippa was putting it out for me. I took a gamble that I was reading the signs right and slid a hand behind her neck, tilting her face towards me and leaned forward to touch my lips to hers. 

She didn't respond immediately and I had a gut wrenching moment of fear that she was suddenly going to burst out laughing and tell me she was just teasing me and to piss off. Then her lips moved slowly against mine and we began to tentatively explore each others mouths, tongues just lightly brushing across teeth and then probing and flicking at each other, the whisky seemed to make our mouths more sensitive rather than numb as you would expect. I turned her a bit more towards me and without realising what I was doing started to gently massage the nape of her neck with the tips of my finger, up into the hairline, at the same time pulling her mouth harder against mine. 

Suddenly her breathing became faster, she was making tiny shallow gasps into my mouth and I felt her back arch as she looped her arms around my neck and thrust her fingers up into my hair. I slowly ran my hand up the front of her sweater until I was covering one firm pointed breast and could feel the heat of the engorged nipple pressing against my palm. Her hand found mine and guided it down and beneath the hem of her top. Her naked body was silky smooth as I pushed my hand upwards over her ribs to find and caress her breast, a perfect cone of firm flesh, the aureola hot and swollen and almost one with the nipple which was just a hard peak at the top of that soft mountain.

She broke the kiss. "Oh fuck! You've got me so horny .... How did you do that .... I never get this way this quickly." She panted against my ear. I started to move my hand from her breast. "Don't stop! I didn't tell you to stop." I moved my hand back onto her tit and gently rolled and squeezed the nipple between my fingers.

"Aaaah!" She let out a loud gasp and twisted around, pushing me back onto the couch until she was laying atop of me full length her hand grasping me at the back of my neck and pushed her lips back hard against mine, crushing them against my teeth with her urgent surge of lust. I grabbed both her buttocks firmly and pulled her groin hard against the erection which was trying to burst out of my jeans. She rolled her hips to massage her pussy against my concealed hardness.

The suddenly she reached back, crossed her arms and dragged off her sweater to reveal her hard pointed tits, immediately grasping my t-shirt and tugging it upwards and over my head so that our bodies were naked together and I could feel the hot points of her nipples against my chest. Somehow we struggled out of what remained of our clothes, whilst still continuing to kiss hard and lustfully, and by some miracle of athletic prowess managed not to fall off of the couch as we thrashed our way out of our jeans and leggings and finally lay naked with Philippa beneath me and my rigid prick pressed hard between us.

"God, Philippa, you are so....."

"Oh shit Jamie, just shut up and fuck me!" she pushed her face up to mine our lips crushing against each other, tongue thrashing and entwining as we sucked and probed at each others mouths frantically.

I eased myself to one side so that I could slip my hand between us my fingers seeking and finding her pussy. Philippa did not shave her pussy and my fingers roamed through her short clipped thatch of silky fur until they found her soft lipped slit, already hot and moist and parted the lips to gently caress the exposed labia and upwards to her clitoris. It felt large and hard like a red hot pea floating in a sea of honey and she bucked and screamed out as I rolled it with the tip of my finger.

"Aaaah! Oh my God ...... fuck me! I WANT TO BE FUCKED!" 

Her fingers met mine between our bodies and together we guided my quivering prick to the opening of her love tunnel. Her legs locked around mine and her hands grasped my buttocks, the nails digging into my flesh, and with a frantic jerk of her hips she forced me into her until the tip of my prick hit bottom. 

"Aaaah! Oh yes! Oh yes! That is soooooo good!" I thought that if the guys in the stable yard were still working they must be able to hear her and remembered their leering earlier. 

Having sex with Philippa was far from soft and gentle, she fucked like she rode horses, hard and fast. Years of riding every day, show jumping and eventing had given her the strength of an athlete and her legs were powerful and muscular. We smashed against each other her strapping thighs locked around mine in a vice like grip powering me ever harder into her as I thrust at her with all the strength that I could muster, both of us bucking and pounding at each other, gasping and grunting with the sheer force and energy of our shagging. 

My prick felt rock hard and was almost numb with the sheer violence of our fucking and I was beginning to believe that we would both collapse from exhaustion before one of us climaxed when I felt that familiar tingling around the balls that heralded imminent ejaculation.

"Aaaah, I'm cumming!" I grunted. It was hardly a warning as nothing on earth was going to stop us now.

"Wait!" she hissed and then started to plunge against me even harder. 

I clenched my buttocks in an effort to delay but it wasn't going to happen and then just as I felt myself starting to release....

"NOW!" she screamed, "Do it now!" 

Her whole body bucked and spasmed as she made it to her own orgasm and I erupted inside her, the force of our fucking tearing what felt like stream after stream of my juices from my quivering, almost insensate prick deep inside her.

We collapsed and lay locked together unmoving and unspeaking for at least fifteen or twenty minutes, then spontaneously both started to laugh with the joy of totally exhaustive sex. We untangled ourselves carefully and with some grunting and moaning; we both had aching legs and backs and my lips felt pulverised. 

"Christ Jamie, I'm getting too old to have lovers your age," she chuckled against my ear as we lay side by side, still naked our faces only millimetres apart so that I only had to incline my head slightly to kiss her lightly on the lips or cheek. "Fucking with you was fantastic but now I feel totally knackered."

"I could sleep for a week myself," I laughed.

"Oh no you won't my lad!" she said sternly and gave me a fun shove which had me flailing to stay on the couch. "I think you had better get dressed right now .... I'm not having you in my bed tonight... I have a full day of riding classes tomorrow and can't afford to be exhausted from shagging with you all night. There's nothing worse than a teacher who keeps falling off her horse in front of the pupils."

I got dressed whilst she went to the bathroom and came back wearing a almost floor length green satin dressing gown and we went down to her kitchen and sat over mugs of tea and instant coffee just talking about nothing in particular. Eventually I got up to leave and she led me to the front door which was nearer to the car park. 

She leaned against me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me firmly on the lips but pulled back as I started to respond. "Whoa there Dobbin, no more tonight," she smiled. "Tonight was really good, Jamie ..... Will you come back again?"

"Yeah, it was better than good, Philippa, it was fantastic. Yes, I'll come back, but you know that already don't you?"

"I guess I do," She gave me another quick kiss, "Just not too frequently eh, I need to be able to sit a horse and I won't be able to if you are fucking me until my pussy is numb every night. Oh, and I think we had better keep our little games a secret from Janice, don't you?"

I nodded in agreement and made my way down to the car park. The stable yard was only lit by the security lights and there seemed to be nobody about but the gate had an inside latch and I was able to drive out and then push it close from outside. 

By the time I got home it was after midnight, Emma was already in bed, I listened at her door and could hear the sound of her steady breathing as she slept. I didn't want to wake her up and so I skipped the shower and just had a flannel wash then got myself a cold Fanta from the 'fridge and went up to my room. I changed into my sleeping shorts and t-shirt then sat in my old leather club chair with the bottle of fizz and smoked a couple of cigarettes and thought about the day. About Gill and our almost unbelievable commitment to try and make a baby and about the awesome evening fucking with Philippa. It was strange; I genuinely missed Gwen not being at home but I didn't feel guilty about having sex with Philippa, I would never tell her of course and I knew that she would never ask if I had seen anybody whilst she was away. 

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Addendum

To the reader

A sincere thank you to all the readers who continue to post comments and send e-mails your encouragement is greatly appreciated. I am sorry if new chapters are taking a little more time to appear; I shall try to continue posting them every few days. Some of the earlier chapters are being revised as orphan paragraphs and missed amendments are coming to light as I sort through the masses of random jottings that make up this story. At this time I have just posted the updated version of CHAPTER 1 : JAMIE'S STORY and several other parts have had minor corrections of typos and punctuation errors.



The Touch Ch. 25



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Pt. 25 A Damsel in Distress

Saturday was a grey, much cooler day with periodic bouts of drizzle and so we were not terribly busy at the garden centre which did at least enable everybody to concentrate on necessary day to day tasks in the growing areas and tidying and filling up the displays. 

There was only one postal delivery on Saturdays and that came in about mid-morning. As usual Emma opened all the business mail and passed me a couple of letters marked personal, one was a packet from Uncle Arthur containing some documents relating to my trust fund that needed signing and informing me that the large lump sum would be paid directly into my bank the following week. 

The second letter was a stiff brown card wallet, posted locally, but I did not recognise the handwriting. I opened it and tipped out the contents, there wasn't a note or letter, just a red gymkhana rosette for 'Best of Class', I smiled; obviously Philippa had enjoyed our time together as much as I had. The muscles in my back and down my legs were still a bit stiff from our energetic fucking. I slipped the trophy back into it's packet and slid it into my pocket to take home later, I thought that I could pin it up with my other riding rosettes and only I would ever know that it was not for riding horses.

Maggie was sitting at her desk across the office and obviously spotted what I was doing, "What's that?" she asked, curious. Not for the first time I mused that women never seemed to miss anything that you didn't want them to see. 

"Oh, just an old gymkhana rosette .... From my riding days at Shelby's; I saw Philippa the other day and she said she would send it to me." I lied glibly.

"That was nice of her. See much of her do you?"

I resisted the temptation for say 'I've seen everything there is to see' and just replied, "Only a couple of times, when I have been out to the stables; I've dated Janice once or twice." I saw an opportunity to sate my curiosity. "What is the story with Philippa?" I asked as casually as possible. 

"I don't know her that well, we are more acquaintances that friends," she said. "She inherited the riding stables from her father, but originally her grandfather had kept racehorses. Shelby House and the surrounding estate have been in the Shelby family since the early 1800s. The last time that I was at the house for a drinks party some years ago, there was an old formal Victorian garden at the rear which was really run down, if you see Philippa occasionally you should see if you can persuade her to put some business our way," she chuckled.

"What about Philippa herself? I ventured.

"She was a really top flight show jumper and three day event rider in her teens and twenties, even made an Olympic team; then she married some Argentinean polo player who turned out to be a total waste of space and after she divorced she reverted to her maiden name. Then her father died and she gave up the circuit and came home to run the business."

"She seems a bit prickly ... but I have always got on with her OK."

Maggie laughed. "Philippa has a bit of a reputation as a man-eater, she has had short relationships with several men in the past but has dumped them really quickly if they showed any signs of wanting to get their feet under her table, and she has made no secret of having the odd one night stand just for fun. She is a really tough lady, who wants her independence and her own life."

That explained a lot. Perhaps just the occasional fuck with Philippa would satisfy both of our desires and remain just that; occasional.

I had an appointment with Caroline Brookes in the afternoon to present the various design options for her new garden and so spent an hour with Maggie going over the plan drawings one last time. I thought that Caroline was going to be really fussy and I had drawn up three separate options and at Maggie's suggestion had noted some of the variables which could be mixed and matched if she wanted even further alternatives.

"I'm not sure that I should be letting you go out there on your own," Maggie joked. "If you are not back by the end of business, I will call out the Rape Squad to go and rescue you, or maybe even send Emma out to bring you home." 

Caroline was a very attractive woman whom Maggie had nick-named 'Ms. Thunder-thighs' after she had flirted and come on to me when we initially visited to assess the project. Personally I did not believe that she would really be interested in anything other than a little light flirting, she was attractive, wealthy and moved in seriously moneyed circles, her choice of men friends would be nearly unlimited. 

The job was at Bishopsdown on the northern outskirts of the city a short drive from the garden centre and so I was ringing her front door bell shortly before two o'clock. I had parked the Land Rover in the drive next to her bright yellow Lotus Elan M100 and noted that there was a brand new black BMW 730i in the garage which could only be a few days old as it had 1989 number plates. This lady might be young but if both cars were hers then she had a seriously high income. 

Caroline opened the door and invited me in. She was probably mid-twenties, and her bottle blonde shoulder length hair was gleaming from an obviously very recent brushing and her attractive, heart shaped face was fully made up with pale pink lip gloss, blusher and a light blue eye shadow. That day she was wearing very tight white jeans that hugged her rounded hips and thighs and a long pale sky blue, shirt blouse with the collar turned up and the top buttons open to expose her impressive cleavage. As I followed her into the house I noticed that the tail of the shirt covered her round buttocks, which I thought was a bit of a shame as her jeans were very tight. She looked ready to go out, but maybe she was one of those women who dressed like that even at home. 

We sat at the end of her long lounge in two comfortable bucket chairs which had been turned to face out of the French doors so that we could see the garden plot. I was really glad that I was on time because there were already two bone china mugs of black coffee on the coffee table beside us. 

She smiled sweetly, "It is straight black coffee, isn't it?" I noticed for the first time that she had a slight accent, maybe London or Essex, but not private school; she had obviously grafted for whatever she had achieved in life.

"Oh yes, well remembered," I replied. My guess was that she saw everything and forgot nothing.

She was one of those gushing, very tactile women and had positioned the chairs so that we could sit close enough to be able to spread the plans over our laps. She sat very near to me and continuously touched my arm with her manicured finger tips, frequently bending forwards to peer at the plans, 'accidentally' rubbing her tit against my arm and displaying her cleavage provocatively. She was wearing a very soft plain white silk bra beneath the blouse and after a while I noticed that her nipples had stiffened and were clearly visible through the fabric and looked large and hard. 

She was making me seriously horny and I had to keep concentrating on the garden designs and reminding myself that I was here on business. Maybe Maggie had been right; perhaps I should have brought one of the women out with me. 

We spent about an hour and a half discussing the designs whilst she used body language to flirt with me outrageously. In the end we agreed quite quickly how the project should be started, I found that she was very intelligent, quick to grasp an idea and actually quite decisive, but I was glad when she suggested that we took a walk around the garden to confirm the vision, although she hooked her arm through mine and retained body contact. I let her wander about comparing the plans to the site whilst I took a few photographs and some soil samples for ph testing. 

"I really like your designs, I just wish that I could visualize the end effect," she said gazing out across the plot. 

"I may be able to help with that," I suggested, "Maggie usually does our sketches and watercolour artists impressions but she is really working at full capacity right now, however, I have a friend who might be willing to come out with me and produce some colour wash impressions for you?"

"Oh, yes... that would be really super," she enthused, "Just add whatever it costs to the account. Would I be able to buy the originals?"

"You will need to agree that with the artist, but we definitely like to keep copies for our files."

We walked back to the house and I agreed that I would get a team out after the week-end to start preparation work. She reached into a draw and handed me a set of keys.

"You will need these for the garden gate and the garage, I shall be in London most of the week," she said, she held up two keys from the bunch, "These are the kitchen door and the alarm; I would prefer if only YOU had them... you understand?"

"Yes, of course, but I doubt if we shall need to get into the house, there is an outside tap and we make our own arrangements over our T & T ..... teas and toilets." 

We stood in her neat little fitted kitchen and she poured us both another mug of coffee. "There is something else that I would like you to do for me..."

"Yes?"

"I have just bought a new apartment in London with a roof garden, I want you to come up to town and see what you can do with it for me, at the moment it is just stone slabs and pots, I would like it to be really nice as I spend most of the working week there."

"Er, yes OK" I said. "But London is a little bit out of our normal catchment's area, I'm sure that I could find you a good locally based firm who would be nearer and probably cheaper."

"No, I want you to do it," she replied emphatically, "YOU are my personal gardener now, I am not in a hurry so I will wait for you to make the time to do it for me."

"OK," I grinned, "If you put it that way, it will be a pleasure." I had never designed or worked on a roof garden and the idea intrigued me. She handed me another of her cards and wrote her apartment address on the rear; it was close to St. James's Park. "I know where this is; my great uncle lives close by, Arthur Grainger."

"I don't think I've met him; I do know a couple of guys at the stock exchange called Grainger, Michael and Justin, twin brothers, I believe that they also live in the area somewhere."

"They are my mother's cousins, my first cousins once removed, I think, they are Uncle Arthur's sons, I don't see them much."

"So was that your mother who was with you last time you were here, I know De Vere's is a family business?"

"No, that was my aunt, Maggie .... She is the senior director of the firm."

"Mmmmm," she smiled seductively, "I think that I still prefer to stick with you for now."

She walked me to the door, "When you are ready to come up to town and look at the apartment garden, just give me a ring and I will let you take me out to lunch or dinner," she smiled. 

"OK, I'd like that, it's a date."

"Oh no, it isn't a date, its business!" She said in a serious tone and then laughed. Her laugh was a sort of husky, sexy giggle that left your balls tingling. "Maybe if I know you a bit better by then you can call it a date, either way you are paying."

We both laughed and I put out my hand and we shook briefly then she stepped up close and kissed me on both cheeks. She made no hurry to pull away and I felt her impressive tits and thighs warm against me through the denim of my shirt and jeans. My plan case was in one hand and I took a risk and let the other rest lightly on her hip, she let it lay there until she eventually stepped back. By the time that I was back in the car her door was already closed.

It was still only four o'clock and so I drove straight over to Becca's house. Her husband's car was in the drive and I was in two minds whether to go in when Josh strolled around from the back of the house and saw me standing there clutching my plans case.

"Hello mate, what are you doing here ....." he didn't give me time to reply, "Do you fancy going out for a pint tonight?" He was a mess and looked as though he had just got up with a hangover from last night, and probably had.

"I'm not being seen anywhere with you, you scruffy dung heap!" I laughed and punched him playfully on the arm. "I can't go out tonight ... family evening... you know. Anyway I'm not here to talk about getting pissed with you I came to see your mum...is she in?"

"Yeah, she's out in the back garden." He was obviously not interested in why I wanted to see Becca, "If you fancy having a beer and watching some fishing videos, Dad and Tim and I are in the sitting room." He shuffled off into the house and I went around to the rear gate. 

Becca saw me coming and walked over and gave me a chaste hug and kiss. "Hello Jamie darling," she greeted me softly, "I thought I heard Josh talking to somebody. I guess you are here to see the boys today."

"No, actually it's you I want...."

"I want you too... all the time..." she whispered with a little giggle. "I am only teasing you... I know we can't ... you know ... not today at least." 

It was starting to rain again and she steered me in into the conservatory, I could hear the television in the front room and her husband Leslie and the boys talking. We sat down side by side on the cane two seater, slightly apart but with our knees just lightly touching. 

"I was wondering if you would like to do some work for me." I asked.

"What sort of work .... I'm not sure that I would be any good at the garden centre ... and I really only potter about with the plants and things in my own garden?"

"No, not that ... I was thinking that you might be able to do some sketches and water colour washes to go with plans that I have drawn up for a landscaping job. Maggie sometimes does them for her projects and the clients often pay well for the framed originals as they are unique and personal."

I had held this idea in my mind for some days, it would not only fill the gap that my personal skills didn't cover; Becca was not just my lover, she was one of the nicest persons I knew and she was lonely and often without purpose in life. Her husband and sons took her for granted, they were not intentionally unkind to her, worse than that, most of the time they just ignored her. She was bright, intelligent and a very talented artist, I couldn't understand why she did not go back to being an art teacher.

"I don't know, Jamie," she said a little warily. "I have only ever painted one floral landscape and most of my work is from real life rather than from imagination. I am not sure how it would be approached...." She paused for a few seconds to think, "but I do like the concept .... I think I would like to have a go," she smiled her lovely smile, "What have we got to loose, eh?"

"OK, great," I enthused, "You just tell me what you need; I will give you copies of the plans," I dug a spare set out of my case and handed them to her, "I can provide you with all the pictorial catalogues of plants that you want .... And I will take you out to the site next week if you want to see it, or even work out there .... I shall be there a good part of the week myself."

She thought for a few seconds. "OK, yes, let's do it!" She seemed really enthusiastic now, "I would like to see the garden, to get a feel for the place, and make some sketches whilst I am there to try to bring your plans into 3D ... does that make sense?"

I nodded affirmation. "How is Leslie going to feel about this ... I don't want to cause any waves?"

"Stuff Leslie and the boys! As long as they get fed they won't even notice that I'm not here," she chuckled, "I am going to do something that I want to do for ME for a change." She lowered her voice to a very soft whisper, "Besides, you are going to need to come round to look at my work sometime, and I still have that bed in my studio."

As I made my way to the door I looked in and waved to Leslie and his sons who hardly looked up from their video, an idiot talking animatedly about a fish that he hadn't managed to catch, "G'bye guys, I'm kidnapping your mother next week so you will need to get your own teas for a change!" I called jokingly, they just laughed and waved.

Becca and I clasped hands very briefly and she gave me a friend's kiss lightly on the lips as I left. "I will give you a call on Monday and we can make our arrangements for next week."

I watched her waving from the doorway in my rear view mirror as I drove away. I really liked Becca a whole lot, and I felt that we could both benefit from this idea. If it worked I had a fair amount of confidence that I could get Becca other commissions if she wanted them, I was sure that Georgia Craven would really go for the idea and I needed to visit her next week anyway.

When I got back to the office I walked into a storm of cat calls and whistles from Maggie, Emma and Jack. Maggie made a show of looking at her watch, "Three hours with Ms. Caroline Thunder-Thighs, I'm surprised you can still stand up," she joked. 

"Alright you lot," I smiled, "Actually we got a lot of work done, she has agreed to most of the plan, I just need to make a few changes, and we start preparation work and putting in the fences next week." That drew a mocking round of applause. "In fact ... Caroline was very nice, and very professional about the project," I said in a mock serious tone. Then added mischievously, "Actually, she has invited me up to her apartment in London....!"

"Oh no! You are not going," Emma snapped, "YOU ARE NOT BLOODY GOING!" Then she stormed off into her own office and slammed the door, leaving the rest of us rolled up in silent laughter. 

I explained about the roof top garden idea and Maggie actually seemed to be quite enthusiastic, "You will need to make room in your own schedule for it, I just haven't got the time." I didn't think it prudent to mention that Caroline specifically wanted me for the job.

"What do you think Jack?" I asked.

He put on his country yokel act, "Bloody roof gardens, whatever next, you ent getting' me up any bloody ladders. You silly buggers can do what you like, I'm off home, G'night." He stopped at the door and looked back, "Come and see me when you start thinking about what plants to use .... You may need to think about plants that don't need too much watering and can stand up to wind exposure, I'll put some thought into it." 

He stumped off down the stairs and I turned to Maggie. "What do you REALLY think, should I take it on ... it will be a long commute for a couple of weeks at least, and I would need to take one of the guys some days?"

"Yes, I think we should do it, it will be a prestige job for the portfolio, that will be seen by influential people who could be potential customers in the longer term, most city people live in the commuter belt .... Besides if necessary you could probably scrounge a bed with Uncle Arthur or one of the twins." She beamed at me mischievously, "Always providing Ms. Thunder-Thighs lets you out of her bed from time to time."

"I still think she is quite cute," I said to tease her. "But if you really don't want me to sell my body to get the company new contracts.... Then I shall have to take my pleasures elsewhere..." With that I swept her up into my arms in a bear hug and swung her around the office, pretending to try and kiss her whilst she pretended to try and fight me off.

We were both laughing hysterically, "Help, HELP, Emma come and rescue me, "She shouted, "Your brother is trying to rape me!" 

Emma burst into the office just as we both lost balance and collapsed into a writhing, giggling heap on the floor. "What the fuck!" she exclaimed still a bit angry with me, and then burst out laughing as well. "Will you two never stop pissing about, he's the same with Mum, you know."




The Touch Ch. 25



"Has Mum called to say what time she will be home?" I managed to ask as I got up and heaved Maggie to her feet as well.

"Yes, she should be in about eight, she said to remind you that you promised to take us out to dinner."

"Indeed I will, "I said still chuckling," You will come as well won't you Maggie? I've booked a table at the Ship Inn for eight-thirty." I turned to Emma, "Get Maggie to tell you about Caroline's apartment ... it's not what you think... Oh, and I am sorry for teasing you, Sis." 

As usual dinner at the Ship Inn at Burcombe was excellent but we decided to skip coffees and I drove us home. Maggie usually got the chore of picking us all up when we went out as a family and so, for a change I had collected her in Gwen's car and would run her home later.

I made hot chocolates for us all and Emma came in with another of our childhood games that she had rescued from the attic. This time it was snakes and ladders and the four of us sat on the sitting room carpet and played the game, and cheated outrageously and laughed and just enjoyed each other. 

I noticed that Gwen was starting to look really tired, she had a long hard week, it was getting late and she was starting to nod off. Maggie had also noticed and nudged me, looked at her watch and suggested that it was time for me to take her home. 

"You don't have to go Mags," Gwen mumbled sleepily, "Sleep in the spare room tonight and then stay for lunch tomorrow." She stretched her arms wide and gave a massive yawn, "Whatever you lot decide, just do not wake me up until breakfast in the morning, I'm going to bed, I'm seriously knackered."

"I'll take your bag upstairs," I said, I had noticed it still standing in hall as we came in. I left her to say goodnight to the others and carried her bag up to her room, closing the door behind us as soon as she came in. 

She looped her arms around my neck and pulled my face down to hers so that we could kiss for the first time in nearly a week. As usual her mouth was soft and gentle and our tongues just gently flicked at each other, we could have stayed like that for ever but it just was not possible. I put my hands on her buttocks and pressed her close to me for one too brief moment. "You had better go back down," she whispered, "We can try and get some time together tomorrow before I go back to Bournemouth."

I heard Emma clumping up the stairs and darted to the door and opened it, "Good night, Mum ... sleep well." I called over my shoulder. 

"Maggie is staying, I need to get her one of Mum's night dresses and a dressing gown," Emma said barging past me into Gwen's room. She returned with the garments, "I'll put them in the double guest room and then I'm going to bed as well .... You two can stay up all night if you want, I don't care." 

She reached up and gave me a kiss on the cheek and then suddenly grabbed a handful of the front of my shirt and pushed her face close to mine. "Just don't let me find out that you've been screwing that Caroline woman, she sounds just too much like that Kristen Olsen .... And you had better not be screwing her either!" She kissed me again, harder and longer on the lips holding me against her by my shirt front. She released me suddenly causing me to stagger back a step.

"Christ Ems, you shouldn't do that .... I am your brother you know...." As I said it I realised how hypocritical I was being. I was sleeping with my mother, fucking my cousins, seriously lusting after my aunt and here I was moralising about my sister kissing me the wrong way because she was going through a teenage crush.

"Yes, I DO know!" she hissed and banged her bedroom door as she went in. 

I went back down to Maggie in the sitting room and we sat on the settee for a half an hour or so, me at one end and her at the other, her eyes closed and her feet in my lap as we sipped at a couple of whiskeys she had poured for us. I was gently massaging her feet, partly because she found it soothing and partly to keep them in a place where she would not accidentally find the erection that having her feet in my lap had brought on. 

"I'm thinking of taking your mother on holiday," she said suddenly, out of the blue. "She has not had a proper holiday since before your father left, and neither have you." 

"I know but we have been so busy... and the landscaping and contract work .... "

"We are more than OK, we can cover it .... I'm not talking about next week, just sort yourself out some time off and put it in the diary, bugger off to the Costa del Sol or something for a week or ten days." She was correct of course, we all did need a break "I'm taking some time off in May," she added, "I shall spend time with the twins when they come home and then go back to France with them for a week or so, I shall ask Gwen if she wants to come with us."

"Yes, that's a great idea," I enthused, "She has been really tired recently and could do with a break. Can't you take Emma with you as well, she's being a pain in the arse again for some reason?" 

She laughed, "One of us has to stand guard over you, we don't dare leave you on your own with the likes of Caroline Brookes and Philippa Shelby waiting to pounce." She grinned evilly, "Which reminds me .... Don't you think that Ms Thunder-Thighs looks a bit like Kristen Olsen...?" Actually she was right; she did, except that Caroline was far more mature and a lot tougher, with a mind like a steel trap. 

We finished our drinks, hugged and she went up to her room whilst I pottered about in the kitchen washing up the mugs and glasses, and then went to bed, thinking about the possibilities of holiday venues I knew that I should go away somewhere rather than just spend a week working in our own garden but I just couldn't get enthusiastic about where to go.

The holiday issue was resolved to some degree the next morning by Gwen herself when Maggie raised the subject over breakfast.

"It's a lovely idea, Mags," she said, kicking me under the table before I could say anything, "But I will be starting this new teaching post at the beginning of May and I think that I am going to have to take my holidays between semesters as I shall be working at the Technical College some of the time."

"Why don't you take Emma?" I suggested, this time seriously. It was a totally selfish suggestion, if Emma was away with Maggie then Gwen and I would have the house to ourselves for a week or more. 

"Oh yes, please Auntie Maggie, I would love to spend time with Lulu and Luci, and Mummy renewed my passport a couple of years ago when I went on a school trip."

"Why not? If Emma gets me up to speed with doing the payroll for the part-timers, I can manage everything without a problem." I added.

"OK, I would love you to come," Maggie told Emma, then turned to me, "I still meant what I said last night .... I want YOU to take a proper holiday as well, and you should think about it as well Gwen," she added. 

It was another dull rainy day but we had not planned to do anything special, just stay at home. The girls had clustered in the sitting room and were already discussing holiday clothes and the like so I started to get lunch prepared in the kitchen; I was cooking baked gammon with rhubarb and ginger sauce, glazed baby carrots and parsnips, baby potatoes, and a Tudor Pudding for desert. I had soaked the joint overnight and changed the water so that I could let it simmer in the hob for a couple of hours before going into the oven. By the time that I had rolled out the suet pastry for the Tudor Pudding and drained the soaked, dried fruit the second pan of water was boiling and I made the dumpling, tied it into a cloth and put it on the hob to simmer until ready to eat. I had chosen both dishes because they were some of Gwen's favourites.

We all shared the washing up fatigues after lunch and as we finished Gwen nudged me conspiratorially, "I am just going to drive down to the filling station to top up the car for tonight's drive back to Bournemouth, and get some cigarettes," she announced making her way to the back door.

"I'll come with you," I added as casually as possible, "We can call in at the office there are some notes that I forget to bring home that I want to look at tonight." I almost ran out of the door and jumped into her car before anybody else offered to join us. 

We filled up her car with petrol and then drove over to the garden centre. I could see that Jack had been in to check the greenhouses in the morning but there was nobody else on site. I collected my file from the office and then we let ourselves into the staff room and sat down on the old upholstered couch and just held each other and kissed for as long as we dared. 

"I've been thinking about holidays," Gwen said as we drove home, "Mags is right we both need to get away ..... Preferably together." She giggled, "Do you think we could take a sailing holiday just the two of us, we used to do that when you were younger, Emma hates boats and if you were away Maggie would need to work. We could go down to Falmouth, charter a boat for the week."

"God, that sounds great!" I had always loved the week that Mum and I had every summer sailing in Cornwall, once, Dad had come as well, but Emma really didn't like it so had usually stayed with Maggie or friends, it had mostly been just the two of us.

"Nothing is more openly discreet that two family members sleeping on their boat, nobody would even notice."

"Perhaps we need to get our situation into focus a bit," she said seriously, "We still need to be careful, but mothers and sons DO go on holiday together, sons DO take their mother out sometimes, we have always done it in the past so why shouldn't we allow ourselves a little bit of freedom sometimes, without constantly looking over our shoulders?"

Maggie was with Emma in her bedroom going through her wardrobe when we got back and they did not seem to have noticed that we had been gone over an hour. I wasn't long but at least we had managed a short time alone together and now had our holiday to look forward to later in the year. We agreed not to say anything about sailing in Cornwall until Gwen had got the working schedules for her new job. 

Gwen left for Bournemouth about eight and dropped Maggie off on the way. "I really miss Mum when she's away," Emma said as we went back into the house after seeing them off.

"Yes, I do too," I said truthfully. 

We both went to our own rooms and I selected a recording of Handel's Music for Fireworks, but had hardly started listening to it when the telephone rang down in the hall. It stopped and I could hear Emma talking, I guessed it was one of her friends and then she tapped on my door and poked her face in. 

"It's for you .... It's that skinny, blonde girl from the Cedars Retirement Home, er, Janet. She sounds upset!"

I went down, picked up the 'phone and sat on the bottom stair. "Hello, Janet? What is it, are you OK?"

I could hear her sobbing at the other end of the line. "Jamie, I'm sorry to bother you," she sniffed, "I didn't know who else to call .... Mrs.Harvey is away and I don't really know many people ....." Distressed her Yorkshire accent was quite pronounced. 

"It's OK, just calm down and tell me where you are and what's happened." She was obviously out somewhere as I heard her putting coins into the telephone call box.

"I'm on the A360 near Church Bottom ... my car has broken down ... a man helped me to push it off the road and drove me to this 'phone box .... I can't get the AA or a garage to come out until tomorrow .... And I can't get a taxi!"

Not being able to get taxi in the sticks on a Sunday night was no big surprise. "It'll be OK, just stay there and I will come and get you .... I think I know just where you are, beside a big chestnut tree, yes?"

"Thank you Jamie, it's wet and it's dark and I'm frightened!" 

I hung up and chased up to my room for the car keys and then fished my wax jacket and a fleece out of the lobby closet, I didn't know if she even had a coat with her. As I reached for the door Emma was suddenly right behind me.

"What's going on Jay, that girl sounded terrible ... what have you done to her?"

"It's nothing that I have done," I laughed, "She has got herself stranded and I need to go and pick her up, I'll explain when I get back....unless you want to come with me? She didn't. 

Church Bottom was a back lane out in the middle of nowhere about five miles north from Salisbury, nothing but fields for a couple of miles in either direction, I guessed that it would pretty frightening for a young city girl, alone in the dark. Even though it was now raining quite hard the traffic was light and I spotted the light from the telephone kiosk after about fifteen minutes driving. 

Janet was still standing inside the box and so I did a U turn in the road and pulled up and flung the passenger door open. She was wearing a waterproof coat so was perfectly dry but looked tiny and frightened sitting beside me. 

She tried to explain to me what had happened as we drove towards the Cedars on the Old Blandford Road. She had been to the afternoon matinee at the Palace Cinema in Devizes and had broken down on the way home, not something that you wanted to do on a Sunday evening, very few garages worked Sundays and the Automobile Association were usually only operating a skeleton service.

I pulled into the drive at the Cedars and drove straight around to the back of the building and the kitchen entrance. The whole place seemed to be in darkness and there were no cars in the car park, just a bicycle leaned against the wall by the back door. 

"The residents will all be in their rooms, either asleep or watching television and Liam, the night carer, will be in the front reception office."

I walked to the door and into the kitchen with her; she made no attempt to switch on a light, "Will you be OK now?"

"I still feel really shitty... look my hands are shaking .... I really did get frightened you know. Do you need to leave straight away?" 

I put my arms around her and hugged her comfortingly, "Not at all ... do you want me to make you a cup of tea, or something?" 

"Yes, but not down here ... you had better come up to my room, I've got my own kettle and fridge."

We made our way up the rear staircase; her room was on the third floor, one of the old servant's rooms in the attics from when it had been a private house. It was a surprisingly large bed sitting room, probably two garrets knocked into one, there was a tiny kitchenette at one end with a small sink, fridge, a gas ring and a kitchen unit on which were an electric kettle and toaster. At the other end of the room was a wardrobe and single bed, obviously unmade from the previous night, the duvet crumpled and turned back. There were two very old upholstered armchairs, and a small round table and two chairs in the middle of the room. 

She crossed the room and switched on an old fashioned standard lamp with a fringed shade and then turned off the overhead light, pulled the curtains over the window and then kicked off her shoes and flopped into one of the chairs, she really did seem to still be quite upset. Her hands were shaking and her bottom lip was quivering a little bit. 

Janet seemed to be wearing almost the same outfit that she had worn the last time that I saw her socially; a stone washed denim skirt with dark grey leggings, and the same grey off the shoulder top. I guessed she probably couldn't have a large wardrobe on a trainee carer's salary, but she looked cute and sexy even thought her make-up was a bit smudged from crying and her mousey blonde hair was a bit windblown. 

I investigated her little kitchen and found tea bags and instant coffee and boiled the kettle. "Tea or coffee?" I asked pulling a couple of mugs from a wooden mug tree. 

"Tea please... there is milk in the 'fridge, and sugar in the cupboard, if you want it .... I'm just going to the bathroom to clean up ... I won't be a minute." She unhooked a robe that was hanging on the back of the door and left the room; I heard her on the stairs and guessed that the bathroom must be on the next floor down. When she returned she had removed her make-up and tied her hair back into a pony tail and was wearing a floor length cotton robe, white with tiny blue chintzy flowers and carrying her top, skirt and leggings over one arm. She dumped her clothes unceremoniously onto the table and flopped back down into one of the chairs, whilst I brought the drinks over and sat in the other. 

"Thank you so much for rescuing me," she smiled wanly. "I really am not much of a country girl ... I am more comfortable with bright lights, rows of shops and lot's of traffic, Leeds is always busy, even on Sunday evening."

We chatted about nothing much for several minutes and she assured me that she would be able to sort out getting her car towed in the next day. I had just finished my coffee when we heard the sound of a car pulling up the gravel drive and into the staff car park at the rear.

"That will be Mrs. Harvey," she said. "She always visits her sister on Sundays."

"Will she mind me being here?" My car in the drive was a real give away. I started to get up, "I had probably better go."

"No really, she is fine about visitors as long as they don't come in late and wake the residents and make too much noise leaving." She got up and came up close to me and put her hand on my arm, "Please don't go yet, I don't want to be alone." 

Without her shoes she only came up to my chin, I tipped her face up and kissed her lightly on the lips, she didn't object and so I pulled her in to me, my hands lightly exploring her back and waist, my finger tips telegraphed that she was wearing bra and panties beneath robe but nothing else. I probed her lips with my tongue until her mouth opened enough to allow our tongues to touch and mingle and I could feel her starting to breathe a little more heavily into my mouth. 

She slid her arms around me and I could feel her trimmed finger tips lightly scratching at my back through the fabric of my t-shirt and realised that I already had an erection which was pressing through my jeans against her thigh, she didn't move away but I could feel her leg quivering slightly against mine. I slid my hands down to her small, firm flat arse and pulled her closer and she responded by wriggling tighter against me her two legs straddling one of mine so that she was almost mounted on my thigh. I pushed it forward so that it was firm against her crotch and her pussy was pressed hard against my thigh and felt her whole body relax and lean into me, her mouth making deeper and stronger demands from our kissing. 

"Oh Jamie, this is so good... I feel better already."

I guided her slowly across the room, arms still around each other and lips lightly kissing and nibbling, until I felt the back of her legs were touching against the side of the bed. I brought my hands up to rest on her shoulders and then slid them slowly down, over her breasts and ribs until I reached the tie belt at her waist and tugged it free so that the robe started to fall open and I could slide my hands inside. The bare skin of her firm, narrow waist was cool and smooth, I slid my finger tips into the waist band of her plain white cotton knickers and ran them around just gently peeling the fabric away from her body and felt her take a small sharp intake of breath.

I paused, this tiny girl seemed so fragile and I wasn't sure if her responding to me was because she wanted to or simply a re-action to her fright earlier in the evening. I certainly had no intention of even trying to use 'The Touch' on her it would not have been right or fair. I sensed that she wanted more but I could be sure and I didn't want to force her.

She must have sensed my reluctance. "What's the matter, Jamie? Why have you stopped?"




The Touch Ch. 25



I looked down into her face, it looked clean and fresh scrubbed and very young, although she was actually several months older than me, but her eyes were bright and clear and full of promise.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

She didn't answer with words but reached up to bring her lips back to mine and at the same time her hand snaked down to grasp the back of mine and guide it beneath the fabric of her panties until I could feel the soft warmth of a small patch of soft curly fluff and then my fingers were being pressed against the cleft of her pussy. Her hand withdrew and she looped her arms around my neck hugging me tightly and panting softly into my ear as my finger found her clit, tiny and concealed in it's soft hood and started to gently rub and caress until I could actually feel it starting to become engorged. 

"Let's lay down .... My legs are starting to get numb ...." She murmured, then tweaked at my t-shirt, "And, we can't do IT with you still dressed." She giggled quietly and started tugging at my belt buckle whilst I pulled my t-shirt over my head and gently peeled the dressing gown back over her shoulders until it fell away and she was standing against me in just a soft white cotton sports bra and her knickers. My fingers found the hooks between her shoulders and the bra fell away revealing tiny round breasts with quite large pink aureolas and little bud nipples. 

She stepped out of her panties then backed away and crawled into the bed pulling the duvet half over her as I kicked off my jeans, shorts and socks and climbed in beside her. It was a very narrow single bed and I had to lie half over her from the start to stop from slipping off. 

We kissed again and I pressed my lips into the nape of her neck nuzzling and painting tiny circles and swirls on her skin with the tip of my tongue. I felt her back arch slightly and she made a series of soft low moans against my ear.

"Touch me... please touch me, I want you to touch my whole body."

One arm came up and crooked around the back of my neck and the other hand found mine and brought it up to cover her small breast which was almost flat as she rested on her back. My fingers found and plucked at her nipple and I was surprised how quickly it reacted to my touch, the aureola becoming deep pink and the nub swelled and became elongated, enlarged out of all proportion to her tiny breast. She gasped sharply as I squeezed it.

"Oh fuck, that is fantastic!" I was a little bit surprised, it was the first time that I had ever heard Janet swear at all, her voice had become husky with lust and her northern accent very pronounced. "Do you think my nubbies are big? Do you like them big?" 

I moved my hand to the other breast and tweaked and pinched the other nipple until it was long and hard and hot and then brought my lips down to nibble and suck on them, first one and then the other and then back again. "They are super, I just love them." I spluttered as I drew as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, sucking and flicking at the nipple with my tongue.

She was bucking and twisting beneath me her breath coming in little short pants and gasps, and her face was flushed and pink from trying not to cry out. I was sure that if she lost control she would scream and howl and wake the whole house, but she didn't. Her thrashing was causing me serious problems; my prick was erect and the friction of her writhing beneath me was causing me to leave a moist trail of pre-cum on her thigh and I was in serious danger of losing control and shooting my load before we even got to screwing. 

I could feel her pussy, very moist and hot against my thigh, she was humping her clit against me and I reached down to roll it beneath my finger tip, slipping my finger deep inside her to draw her juices up to lubricate her labia and tiny clit. She moaned and her hand moved to clutch my buttocks squeezing and tugging me further over her until my throbbing shaft was poised over her pussy, my knees between hers pushing them part to give easy access to her crotch. 

"Oh God! Oh Yes! Do me .... I want you to do me..... Oh fuck! QUICKLY!"

Her hips were jerking spasmodically making it hard for me to find her and my glans thrust and rubbed against her pussy lips and clit until finally I managed to guide it to the hot moist entrance to her vagina. My length slid into her easily and in a single thrust, my balls banging hard against her bum, her love tube hot and very wet and not at all as tight as I had imagined it would be.

She locked her slender legs around mine her knees raised high and her heels drumming on my buttocks as I started to piston into her in long hard strokes, each thrust driving as deep as it would go then pulling back almost to the point of withdrawal before ramming in again with the whole force of my back and thighs. 

Janet was panting and moaning softly and both hands were now clamped hard over her mouth to stop herself crying out and the top of her head was bumping against the thick padded velvet bed-head with each thrust that I made into her. 

Our fucking was urgent and hard and couldn't last for too much longer and I felt myself poised on the point of climax. I really hadn't realised that she was ready too, but suddenly she jerked hard, just once, thrusting her hips upwards and impaling herself violently onto me, her whole body spasmed and shook and her heels drummed savagely against the backs of my legs and she was beating me about the shoulders with her tiny clenched fists. 

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She panted. Then with a final quiver flopped back and went limp beneath me. 

I was so close to my own orgasm, but not there yet. I just lay still on top of her my erection still deep inside her vagina, just throbbing in tiny pulses with the need to release which was being denied by our inactivity. Slowly, she started to move her hips in little circular movements causing her pussy to caress my prick, it wasn't real fucking, but it was blissful and continued for long minutes, I concentrated on my balls willing them to hold back because the sensation of being pussy wanked was so good. 

It was impossible to hold back forever and I felt the juices rushing to release and raised myself up and gave one hard violent thrust into her as my volcano erupted and I shot stream after stream of jiz powerfully into her already wet cavern. Then it was my turn to collapse sated across her, we lay for several minutes my half limp dick still inside her until she wriggled free.

"Christ Jamie, you are so heavy..." she chuckled. "But didn't we do well!" She seemed to think that very funny and I vaguely remembered the expression as a catch phrase from a television games show. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to crush you." I mumbled.

"You didn't really," she giggled, "God, but that was fun wasn't it? You are definitely the best screw outside of Yorkshire ... you can rescue me any time you feel like it." 

I desperately need a pee and she gave me directions to the bathroom, I got dressed and went down to the next floor and when I came back she had put her dressing gown back on and was wearing a pair of towelling slippers.

"I'll come down with you to the back door so that you don't get lost," she whispered, "It would cause a riot if you wandered in on one of the old ladies .... some of them would probably like it though, they can be randy old bitches at times." 

We stood in the doorway and exchanged a light kiss but neither of us made any effort to secure a date for another hook up. She waved once as I drove slowly down the gravel drive trying to make a silent departure and then she went in and closed the door.  

I still wasn't sure that I was really keen about Janet, she was a nice girl, but we had little in common and I still believed that we would bore each other very quickly as we had few mutual interests... except shagging... Janet had turned out to be nowhere near as innocent and helpless as she liked to make out, I wasn't complaining but I was glad that I hadn't used 'The Touch' with her, I had seriously considered it as an option earlier. I wasn't sure if it would work on a partner who was unwilling or seriously reluctant and I was not about to try to find out, I might have been turning into a sex addict but I definitely was not a pervert or rapist, there were enough willing women in the world who maybe just needed a nudge.

It was only just after eleven-fifteen when I got home. Emma was still up, waiting for me.

"Where the fuck have you been!" She stormed as soon as I got in. 

"Hey! Don't talk to me like that ... "

"I'm sorry Jay, I was worried about you ... I thought something bad might have happened." 

I explained about Janet's car breaking down and having to run her home as I made us both hot chocolate.

"She was really upset and so I stayed for a cup of coffee and tried to calm her down."

"What for three fucking hours... " I raised an eyebrow, "Sorry!" She added.

"We were talking. Anyway Mrs. Harvey came home so we weren't alone in the house if that's what you are worried about." Well, it wasn't a total lie and she seem to accept it and it calmed her temper. I did know what was wrong with Emma again the past few days, maybe it was a hormone thing?

We finished our chocolates and said goodnight and then went upstairs. Emma went to her room and I took a quick shower pulled on my silk sleeping shorts, and then went to mine. The door was open and the light was out but I didn't think anything of it. I wandered across the dark room and draped my jeans over the back of my desk chair and went to switch on the reading light by my arm chair when I realised that Emma was sitting there. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked a little impatiently, flicking on the light. She was wearing nothing but a long white t-shirt and I could clearly see the points of her small nipples through the fabric. I could already discern the dark patch which was her pubic hair peeking from beneath the edge of her t-shirt and as hard as I tried to turn away, I couldn't, I was compelled to look. Just looking was enough; I felt the start of an erection causing a bulge which appeared much larger than it was in the loose silk shorts. She would have needed to be blind not to see it, it was only a couple of feet from her face.

"Get the fuck out of here, Emma!" I snapped angrily. "Go to your own room .... Please."

For once she didn't get angry or emotional. She just got up and started towards the door. "I just wanted to say good night." She said lightly, then turned and came back and before I could stop her pressed herself close against me trapping my erection between us and kissed me lightly on my bare chest. "I love you Jay!" She spun away quickly and skipped lightly out of the door. "Now I know that you like me as well," she threw back over her shoulder. Now she sounded happy and cheerful?

I kicked the door closed behind her, bruising my bare foot. "What is wrong with that girl?" I muttered out loud. I got into bed but my last thoughts were not of Janet with whom I had shared a great shag that evening, but of Emma's pointed little nipples showing through that t-shirt and the dark shadow of fluff beneath. 

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Addendum

To the reader

A sincere thank you to all the readers who continue to post comments and send e-mails your encouragement is greatly appreciated. I am sorry if new chapters are taking a little more time to appear; I shall try to continue posting them every few days.

Some of the earlier chapters are being revised as orphan paragraphs and missed amendments are coming to light as I sort through the masses of random jottings that make up this story. 

At this time I have just posted the updated version of CHAPTER 1 : JAMIE'S STORY and several other parts have had minor corrections of typos and punctuation errors. 



The Touch Ch. 26



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Chapter 26: Of Sandwiches and Steaks

Emma seemed to have either totally forgotten or had chosen to ignore her behaviour on Sunday night and was perfectly normal and cheerful at breakfast. I thought that I probably ought to talk to her about what was going on, but picked the coward's way out and opted to ignore it for now, it was probably aggravating the situation in the long run but she seemed just go through the obsession with me for a few days every so often and then get back to normal again. 

We didn't have any heavy deliveries on Monday and so I had Steve, Dennis and Mikey load up the big lorry with the fencing panels for Caroline's garden; we would be starting by putting in the perimeter fence before clearing the rubble and preparing the ground. I gave Steve the directions and the key to the garden gate and told him that I would be there by the time they had unloaded. 

I went back to the office, called Becca and arranged for her to meet me at Caroline's house on Wednesday, I thought that she might be able to get a better feel for the site if she saw it after the visual horizons had been set by the fencing. 

Caroline had ordered a small 6' x 4' tool shed and I put the flat packed unit onto the trailer and hitched it to the Land Rover and followed the guys out her house. By the time that I arrived the team had unloaded most of the fencing and stacked it in the centre of the garden and so I left them to bring the shed in from the trailer whilst Mikey and I went round with a tape measure and markers siting the post holes for the fencing. The garden only needed fencing at the rear and one side as the other boundary belonged to the property next door. A fence already existed but Caroline had asked me to plant Leylandii along the whole length as a privacy screen. 

With all four of us working at it, two digging post holes and two concreting the fence posts in place we had all the posts in place by late afternoon and decided to call it a day. We couldn't start installing the fence panels until the next day when the concrete footings were dry but I felt that the job was well on schedule and the fencing work and clean-up could be finished off with-out my being there all day releasing me for other tasks.

Tuesday, my main job for the day was going to be planting out about forty young, flowering shrubs at a large house at Quidhampton on the west side of the city. I reckoned that the task would take me most of the morning and so I had some free time to take on another job in the afternoon before checking on the days work at Caroline Brookes' house.

As Maggie was going to be busy for the full day with her assignments and I was already working on the west side of the city, Emma handed me the job card to return to a new lawn that Maggie and Kitty had put down a few weeks earlier which now needed checking and top dressing. I made up the pails of sand and seed mix and loaded them into the rear of the VW Pick-up along with the aerator roller and a scatter sieve, and put the shrubs for the first job behind them, nearest the tailgate.

I got to Quidhampton about eight o'clock and by the time that I had unloaded the bushes, and placed them out on the bed for the customer's approval I was ready to start excavating the planting holes about an hour later. Digging and preparing planting pits, teasing out root balls and correctly planting in forty bushes is hard work even for a professional and it was gone mid-day before I finished. 

I decided to go straight over to the lawn dressing job which was off the Devizes Road and only about ten minutes drive away. The task shouldn't take more than a couple of hours and I would skip lunch and grab a snack when I had finished. 

The house turned out to be one of a short row of recently built bungalows, each with a open plan small front garden, mostly either paved or shingled to park a car. As I arrived, the clients, an elderly couple, Mr. and Mrs. Redfern, were just pulling out of their gate and preparing to drive away. 

"We're now out for the afternoon," Mr. Redfern informed me, then unhooked a key from his key-ring and handed it to me through the car window. "That's the key to the gate, take as long as you like, old son. You can put the key back through the letter box when you are done." I thanked them and backed up so that they could drive away and then parked at the front of the bungalow. 

The garden at the rear of the house was not large and I had the lawn aerated and top dressed by about one-thirty and was just finishing loading my kit back onto the pick-up when I got that prickly feeling that you get when you know someone is watching you. I ignored it at first; you always get curtain twitchers watching you from somewhere when you are doing a job at a neighbour's house, and you get used to it, but this seemed really close up. I heard foot steps on gravel coming from the garden next door and turned to look. 

"Hello Jamie, I thought that it was you." The soft Scottish accent triggered recognition before she came into my line of sight. I was Laurie McLean, the soldier's wife who had shared an impromptu, surreptitious shag with me at the Christmas party.

She had obviously just come home from shopping as she was carrying a couple of bags, there was no car and so I guessed that she had used the bus. I suddenly remembered that Steve had told me that the McLeans lived out in this direction somewhere but I had totally forgotten about that until now, although I had often thought about Laurie.

"Er, hello Laurie," I smiled. I wasn't sure if this was going to be a bit awkward or not. We had met again after Christmas by a fluke encounter at the garden centre when she and her husband turned out to be friends with Steve. "How are you? You look fabulous." 

Actually she did; her red hair now had fashionable darker streaks and she appeared to have lost some weight in the face which suited her, making her green eyes and pouting lips very prominent and sexy. She was wearing a plain black low neck top which exposed her throat and most of her shoulders but revealed only the slightest hint of her generous cleavage and hugged her narrow waist and rounded hips. Her black jersey leggings could not have been any tighter. She was probably early thirties with that timeless beauty that only mature women have and keep through their middle decades.

"Thank you." She smiled and tossed her hair provocatively. "Are you just arriving or just leaving? 

"Leaving, I have been attending to your neighbour's lawn, and I'm now going to try and find something to eat and drink .... I missed lunch." I was only talking to make conversation really, it wasn't a hint.

"That's easily solved, Laddie," she said, starting to turn towards her own door. "Come away in, and I will make you a piece and some coffee or tea. I must have looked a bit hesitant, she laughed and added, "Jocko is away t' Germany, and I'm not going t' bite you ...."

I hopped over the low hedge that separated the two gardens, "You bloody did bite me last time!" I chuckled when we were near enough not to be overheard. We were both laughing as we went into the house and she closed the door as I pulled off my boots and left them by the door. 

"Come on," she called over her shoulder as she led the way into the kitchen, "Did I really bite you, then?" 

"Yeah," I pulled down the open neck of my polo shirt to expose a view of my pectoral, there was nothing to see anymore although her teeth had left a bruise which had lasted several days.

She came close and made a pretence of looking hard, "Shit Laddie, there's nothing there, no blood, no scar, nothing, " she laughed, then added mock seriously, "In old Scots tradition, if there had been a scar then I would have marked you as mine.... You would belong tae me!"

"Might be something in that.... We seem to keep bumping into each other." 

"Could be fate alright," she chuckled, "You are just what I need to cheer me up this afternoon. Bacon, OK?" She was already tossing rashers of bacon into a frying pan and slicing a loaf of bread, I guessed that a piece was what they called a sandwich in Scotland. A bacon butty would just go down a treat I reckoned. "Tea or coffee or wine?" 

There was an opened bottle of white wine on the breakfast bar and she sloshed a more than generous amount into a large tumbler for herself, swilling half of it down in the first mouthful. I indicated that I would rather have coffee and she spooned coffee granules into a cup for me and poured in hot water.

"Och, you're a Jessie," she chuckled, "I'm going to get pissed; why won't you join me?" 

She piled a mound of bacon sandwiches onto a plate and then leaned against a cupboard unit watching me as I sat on a high stool at the breakfast bar eating. She had finished off the bottle of wine and got another from the 'fridge and handed it to me with a corkscrew. She had been pissed as a newt the first time that I met her and seemed to have a tendency to drink during the day as well, I had no moral stance on that, but she was obviously unhappy and that made me feel a bit sad. 

We talked for a while about the usual things, I told her a bit about myself and my work and she told me about the loneliness of being married to a serviceman posted abroad. "You don't have many friends," she said, "the six months that we've been here is the longest we have stayed anywhere in the last ten years, and I dinna see Jocko more than a few days here and there." It made me think of the lonely sort of life that Mum...Gwen must have led with my father always being away. I liked Laurie, she was a bit loud when she was drinking but bluntly honest and forthright about how she felt and what she wanted. 

She took the refilled tumbler from me and I noticed that she had a few bread crumbs stuck in her hair; probably from her hands when she made my sandwiches. I leaned forward and brushed them away and by sheer chance my finger tips brushed lightly against her throat and bare shoulder. Our eyes met and locked. Hers were bright sea green pools filled with loneliness and longing.

Her hand flicked up and grasped my fingers and brought the tips to her lips and gently kissed them and then she sucked each one in turn, giving each finger a little blow-job, her tongue lightly licking and then sucking the whole finger into her mouth. It was fantastically erotic and I could feel myself getting a serious hard on, I know that I should have got up and left, but I just sat there, on the high stool and let her do it. 

The finger sucking seemed to have turned her on as well as she suddenly stepped back, breathing heavily, her generous breasts heaving, as if needing to take stock of where we were going. She reached behind her and pulled a packet of cigarettes and an ashtray out of a drawer and put them on the breakfast bar beside me. 

"Light me a fag, and don't you dare move off of that bloody stool, Honey!" She manoeuvred herself to the door into the hall, the way she was weaving I guessed that she was fairly well pissed already; maybe she had started drinking before going shopping?

I heard the lavatory flush and when she returned she had removed her leggings, and her long top looked like a mini dress; she looked really tasty and inviting; the hem was just long enough to be a tease, I really couldn't tell if she was wearing anything beneath. I handed her the lit cigarette and she leaned back against the cupboard again taking long deep drafts of smoke and exhaling with a husky sigh. We both sat silently until we had finished our smokes, and I decided that something had to happen one way or the other. I knew that I should leave and get back to my work, but she was totally tempting and too good to turn down.

"Laurie, I really ought to......"

"Don't even think about going anywhere .... You are staying right here!" she growled huskily moving right up close to me and cupping my face in her hands to bring it down to hers. Her lips fastened onto mine and her tongue was thrusting into my mouth twisting and probing and then we were locked together in a tight embrace her arms around my neck and my hands on her hips pulling her to me. The fabric of her top slid smoothly against her skin as if inviting me to move my hands lower, down to her thighs and then up beneath the hem to her naked buttocks. 

I tore my lips away from hers, we both needed to breathe, I think there was a serious danger that we could easily suffocate each other with pure lust. "You are right," I panted, "I'm not going anywhere." 

Her lips found mine again and we sucked and tongue wrestled so hard that I thought our lips would be mashed and bruised. Her hands found the hem of my polo shirt and pushed beneath it and I could feel her fingers and palms hot and soft against the bare flesh of my back her short clipped nails lightly scratching but not breaking the skin as they had before. 

My own hands were now beneath her top exploring the silk smooth skin of her thighs, buttocks and waist; she was not wearing panties and my hand moved around to slide down over her stomach and her smoothly shaved mound until my fingers were cupping her moistness, caressing those soft lips and her swollen labia without penetration.

She moaned deep in her throat and pressed herself hard against my hand. "Do you want to fuck?" She asked breathlessly, her voice was soft and husky and full of warm lust but she genuinely seemed to be asking rather than demanding. "For real this time... not just a quickie ... and not here in the kitchen... "

"Oh yes, very much. I've thought about just that so often." I answered gently. 

She took my hand and led me through the hall and into a bedroom at the rear of the bungalow; it was obviously a guest room. There was a double bed and a chest of drawers and several stacked packing cases, the bed was made up but was obviously disused. 

"I'm not a slag, you know. I won't take you into Jocko's bed." She seemed to have a need to explain, "I had an affair once... years ago, when Jocko was away for two full years ... but you are the only other man I've been with. Do you believe that?"

I pulled her close to me and held her tightly in my arms and kissed her hair and tipped her face up towards mine so that our eyes could meet. "Yes, I believe you." I kissed her face, her cheeks and forehead and her chin before letting my lips rest once more lightly against hers, probing between her half open lips to find and gently touch the tip of my tongue against hers.

It was almost déjà vu. As she had done in the ladies room at the restaurant she started to slide down me until she was kneeling between my feet her hands tugging at my belt and then slowly drawing down the fly zip of my trousers. She looked up into my face smiling, and without taking her sorcerous eyes from mine, nudged and tugged until she had drawn my trousers, shorts and socks away and my prick was standing stiffly erect between us the tip level with her face. 

She touched it with one finger, "It is nicer than I remembered," she leaned forward and lightly kissed the tip, a fluttery, butterfly touch which made me gasp.

Her hand curled softly but firmly around my prick and she started to work it up and down the length, just lightly squeezing as she reached that sensitive ring just below the tip, causing the glans to swell and pulse, then would move down again until her hand reached the root. I looked down and saw the glistening drops of pre-cum that were forming at the eye of my glans and watched as she carefully collected them with the palm of her hand and used them to moisten my prick allowing her hand to caress without friction. It just seemed to go on and on each stroke of her hand bring heightened sensation until my prick was starting to jerk and pulse and I was afraid that I would not be able to hold back my climax.

I must have closed my eyes with the sheer ecstasy from her caresses and then suddenly it got even better, I felt the hot wetness of her mouth closing over my prick, at first just taking the glans into her mouth her tongue caressing and rolling over my most sensitive part. I know that I was gasping and my hands were resting gently on the top of her head, her long soft hair brushing against my thighs, and I gently thrust my prick forward until I could feel that most of my length was inside that hot cavern and I could feel her tongue moving, the tip caressing the sensitive vein on the underside of my tool and then flicking at the glans. Laurie bobbed her head and started to move up and down faster, each downward motion taking my erection deeper into her mouth and each stroke being me closer to the point of release. 

"Oh God, Laurie .... That is so good .... " I panted "Aaaah! I think I'm going to cum..."

She stopped and looked up at me, her face was flushed but her eyes were bright and she was smiling, almost laughing, "Good" was all that she said. 

She gripped the base of my prick firmly with one fist, squeezing so that it became swollen and quivered with the need to release and then her hot mouth once more slid over the glans, this time closing tightly and sucking hard whilst she bobbed her head up and down so that her mouth was moving around just the very tip. I was breathless with ecstasy and anticipation.

"Laurie, I'm going to cum, Laurie .... Oh God you need to stop or I shall...."

I couldn't hold back any more, I tried to ease her mouth from around me but she wasn't having it she sucked even harder and then suddenly I exploded hard right into her mouth, a long stream of jiz before I managed to pull back, the next spurt rocketed past her face and the last she collected skilfully in her hand.

"Oh Fuck, Laurie," I panted, " I am so, so sorry.. I didn't mean to....." I had never ejaculated right into a woman's mouth before, I knew that some guys claimed to have done it, but I really wasn't sure that a girl would really want you to do that. 

From somewhere she had produced a tissue and was wiping her hand and lips. "It is OK, Honey," she said smiling up at me, "It wasn't your choice .... It was mine .... It was what I WANTED to do." She put her hands on my hips and used them to lever herself erect until she was close against me than laughed and pressed her lips to mine again, I could taste the pungent sweetness of my own cum mingled with the sharpness of wine.

"OK my big gorgeous Laddie," she chuckled, "Now it's my turn." 

She unceremoniously pulled her top up over her head and dropped it onto the floor. I reached round and unhooked her black lacy bra and it followed her top as did my own shirt until we stood totally naked together. She put her arms around my neck and drew me down onto the bed and wriggled around until we had our heads against the pillows. 

I eased myself up onto one elbow to look at her. Her breasts were on the generous side and her nipples were already aroused and standing firmly erect, little brown nubs against dark, heavily pimpled, engorged aureolas. Her belly was the cute round pod that is common to most adult women, not chubby but not totally flat either, and was something that I always found sexy and attractive. She giggled, knowing that I was examining and appreciating her naked body, laid out on display beside me. 

"You are so beautiful, Laurie," I stated simply. "I just want to make you happy." 

"Oh God, Jamie .... You are a total bastard!" she choked, and I saw that tears were starting to form in her eyes and run slowly down her cheeks. "Why di'ya have tae say a thing like that!" 

I was totally bemused, "What...?"

She smiled through the tears, "It was a sweet, wonderful thing t' say, but you ha' made me blub like a bairn..." Her Scots accent became more pronounced with her emotional outburst. "Why could you no just fuck me and go, without being kind and caring?"




The Touch Ch. 26



I leaned over her and as gently as I could kissed the salty tears from her face and then lightly brushed my lips to hers, running the tip of my tongue around her lips until her mouth became soft and open and welcoming and she was no longer weeping but laughing softly into my mouth and against my throat as I kissed her lips and face, throat and shoulders. I nibbled downwards until my lips founds her breasts and moved from one to the other gently nipping and suckling until the nipples were hot hard points and Laurie was gasping softly with each squeeze of my lips on her breasts. 

My hand moved down until it was cupped over her pussy and I could feel the hot moist lips against my palm. I could feel her smoothly shaved Mound of Venus against the heel of my hand the skin cool in contrast to the heat from her wet, engorged pussy lips. My forefinger sought and found her clit, it was already floating in a sea of her juices and she jerked and cried out at the first tentative touch from my finger.

"Oh my God! It is soooooo sensitive. You've got me so worked up, m' wee clitty feels the size of a melon and ready to burst!" I paused and she went on, "Noooooo! Don't stop ... don't you dare bloody stop!"

I rolled the little butterball beneath my finger and then gently squeezed it between finger and thumb until she was jerking and gasping and moaning against my throat her breath like scalding steam against my skin and my renewed erection banging against her thigh like a club. 

"Oh fuck! Oh yes! Oh fuck! Ooooooooh Fuuuuuck!" She gasped and then her hips were bucking; driving her pussy hard against my hand as she reached orgasm and climaxed and then collapsed to lay still beside me. I gently continued to move my finger, the tip just lightly rolling around her clit in tiny circles and then she was cumming again. She made a loud gasp and sat up, throwing her arms around my shoulders her face pressed hard into my neck and her hand cupping mine pressing my fingers firmly against her pussy. She stayed like that and spasmed and jerked against me until she had climaxed twice more quickly and close together, and then relaxed back pulling me over her and kissing me once very lightly on the lips. 

"Oh fuck, that was fantastic ... just the best!" She hugged me tightly to her, "We've had our appetizers, let's get to the meat an' tatties." She wriggled until she was fully beneath me, "It's time to fuck now."

My cock was more than ready to do her bidding, it was a hard eager rod trapped between our bodies. I eased myself up and felt her hand snake down to grasp my prick just below the glans and guide it to her vagina squeezing it hard just before the moment she gave a small thrust with her hips to impale herself on the tip. She gave a low throaty moan and then another as I pushed forward entering her slowly an inch at a time, each small thrust dragging a moan from her, until I had pushed into her as far as I could go. She lay beneath me panting as I drew back and then thrust forward again slow but hard each thrust hitting bottom ad drawing another breathy, giggling gasp from her.

"Oh Jamie, that is soooooo good," she giggled against my ear, then suddenly her breath quickened, "Oh God! Harder ... do it harder ... I'm going to cum again .... I am, I know I am!"

We rammed at each other each stroke getting faster and harder until I felt her vagina start to expand and contract around my prick and she was jerking and spasming uncontrollably, then suddenly I was there too, my juices were rushing through my prick and exploded into her in a single long stream that seemed to last for an eternity as we clung to each other and howled with the ecstasy of our mutual orgasms. 

After we cleaned up and dressed we sat in the kitchen and smoked a cigarette, it was almost five 'o clock and I would need to put my foot down to get over to the job at Bishops Down and then back to the centre before closing time. We said our goodbyes in the kitchen.

"Can I come back to see you again?" I asked her. "I'll understand if you say no."

"You bloody well better had," she confirmed, "I'll get some steaks out of the freezer and defrost them .... Be back here for supper tonight, at whatever time you can make it...."

"OK, yes, I'll do that." I couldn't think of a reason not to, and I did need to get supper somewhere.

"I'll make the steaks big and rare.. lots of red meat is what you need, Honey. Build up your strength again. You may need it, there is nothing a girl likes more than a good shafting whilst she is still hot and wet from the last one, so don't be too long."

Luckily the traffic wasn't too heavy and I managed to get across the city before the guys had left off for the day at Caroline Brookes' house. Almost half of the fence panels were in place and that stage of the job should be completed on schedule next day. I got back to the office just before six. Maggie had already been in and had gone again; I knew that she had a meeting of some sort that evening.

Emma had brought her bicycle into work that morning as so would not need me to drive her home and so I decided to stay at the office, shower and change in the staff room and go directly back to Laurie from there. After I had shaved and then put on clean shorts, t-shirt and socks and a pair of jeans, I drove down to the local off-licence shop and picked up a couple of bottles of wine; Laurie liked white wine I knew and so I selected a bottle of Italian Pinot Grigio and a Valpollicella to have with the steaks she had promised. I would have been more than happy to take her out for a meal somewhere, but I suspected that her wanting to eat in had little to do with not being seen together.

By the time I arrived at her turning on the Devizes Road, it was dusk and I parked the car just around the corner in the next road and walked to her bungalow and tapped lightly on the glass panelled front door. I was immediately rewarded with the opaque view of her approaching the door, a floating red cloud. The door opened and I stepped through quickly into the hall. 

Laurie was wearing a red and orange patterned, knee length dress which made her hair look like the flames of a fire when she shook her head and the long, straight tresses rippled and floated around her face. 

I was holding a wine bottle in each hand and totally helpless when she threw herself against me as soon as the door was closed, her arms around my neck and her body pressed against mine leaving me in no doubt that the thin dress was ALL that she was wearing. She pushed her lips against mine in a long kiss our lips twisting and sucking until we were both breathless.

"I wasn't sure if you would come back," she panted, "I thought you might just have decided to fuck and run after all...." 

She released me and I handed her the bottles and then followed her into her sitting room. She drawn the curtains and the room was romantically lit by two large candles in the centre of a small round dining table, already laid with two place settings; Laurie had put thought and effort into our evening. 

"Wow! This looks just great.... " I enthused, "and you look great too." I pulled her against me and we kissed again. I ran my hands down her back, over her buttocks and then slowly up her rib cage until I could cup both firm, generous breasts in my palms. "And you feel even better!"

She pressed her belly hard against mine and her hand was suddenly covering my erection and gently rubbing it through the fabric of my jeans. "You feel real good, your sel'," she giggled, a deep gurgling chuckle full of lust. She removed her hand and moved away, nodding to the bottles that she had stood on the table, "Open the red one .... I'll put the meat on the griddle, how do you like your steak cooked?"

"Rare, please."

I poured two glasses of the Valpollicella then sat and waited with a cigarette, whilst she finished cooking the meal. The steaks were excellent and served with boiled baby new potatoes, mushrooms, fried green peppers and topped with a knob of a really tasty blue cheese and black pepper butter. 

"A fantastic lover, and a fantastic cook." I complimented her. We finished off the Valpollicella and I opened the Pinot Grigio and poured a glass for her whilst I sat with the remains of my red wine.

Talk over supper was just normal conversational ramblings about our interests, she liked some of the same authors that I was fond of, our musical tastes differed but she was a keen follower of Rugby Union and we indulged in the usual all-in-fun wrangling over the merits of the English and Scottish teams in the Five Nations tournament and that years controversial 12-12 draw in the Calcutta Cup at Twickenham in February. In the end I laughingly conceded as she had actually been there and had seen the match live and I had only listened to it on the radio. 

I offered to help her clear the table and wash-up but she just shook her head took my hand and pulled me up from the table and led me back to the bedroom that we had been in that afternoon. "I never wash-up until after I have had my dessert," she laughed. The room looked different, cosier and more comfortable, she had changed the bedding and there was now a duvet instead of the tightly tucked in sheets and blankets and the room was lit only by the small bedside locker lamps. 

With a single movement she pulled the dress over her head and stood before me gloriously and beautifully naked. She had the lush figure of a mature woman; her breasts were fulsome with large dark aureolas and tight little nub nipples which were emphasised by the paleness of her milky skin, I guessed that she truly was a real redhead by the paleness of her skin and the almost invisible splash of tiny freckles across her chest and shoulders. Her waist was slim, her hips and buttocks rounded and firm, and her legs shapely with just a hint of toned muscle. It was a fabulous body and I seriously wanted it in the worst way. 

She giggled and twirled on her toes for me, her arms akimbo, eyes closed; her streaked red hair danced around her face like flickering flames and I noticed that she had another small patch of light ginger freckles at the base of her spine. I flicked open my belt and pushed and kicked my way out of my jeans, shorts and t-shirt until I too was naked my prick standing erect and quivering like a flag pole and stepped up to her just as her twirling presented her back to me. 

I looped my arms around her waist, pulling her to me and felt her gasp and her body shudder as my erection parked neatly between her buttocks, the glans pressed hard against the small of her back, my stomach trapping it between us. 

"Oh God, Jamie ... that feels bloody enormous!"

"It's you that has made it that way," I laughed. I really wasn't that big, just normal but squeezed between her arse cheeks and pressed against her back as it was, it felt swollen and thick as a marrow. 

My hands moved up from her belly to cup a breast in each palm and then gently squeeze and massage, I caught the nipples between finger and thumb and lightly pinched them into hard erectness and could feel the roughness of her aureolas as the pimpled with engorged desire. 

Laurie leaned back against me arching her back and twisting her head over her shoulder until she could reach my cheek with her lips and I moved my head so that our lips could meet in a lopsided kiss, tongues meeting outside of our lips and noses bumping causing us to both giggle and squirm against each other until I swept one hand down over her tight round belly to find her pussy. She was already very moist and hot and I used the warm juices from her slit that coated my fingers to lubricate her clit as I rubbed and caressed it, drawing long, shallow moans from her. The hard, hot little butterball seemed to actually swell beneath my fingers as I applied a little more speed and pressure and then Laurie was jerking against me and gasping and crying out.

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming ... I'm cumming.... You've made me bloody cum again!" She was half laughing half panting, and her arse was banging back against me so that I was in danger of either being toppled over backwards or the friction would cause me to rabbit and cum prematurely against her back. 

I felt my leg catch against the side of the bed and twisted her around to face me, still panting and jerking, and eased us both down onto the mattress, sweeping the duvet aside with one hand. We were laid across the bed with my body half covering hers and my thigh between her legs her wet heat pressed against me, her pussy softly humping against my thigh and my erection throbbing against her belly. I buried my face into her throat, kissing and nibbling deep into the soft erogenous zone where neck meets shoulder; then across her shoulder and her freckled chest until my lips found and closed around her nipple holding it tight so that the tip of my tongue could flick it into hard erection.

"Oh yes," she moaned wriggling her hips to burrow beneath me until I was atop her, my prick pressed hard against her smoothly shaved mound. "It's time for dessert," she giggled. Her face was close to mine and I could feel her hot panting breath again my throat, her eyes were deep pools of lust, in the dim light a deep grey green, the colour of a stormy sea and her hair was fanned out beneath her head and shoulders like the plumage of an exotic bird. 

I raised myself over her, pressing her thighs far apart with my knees. Her pussy was dark and engorged and her clit was peeping pinkly from beneath it's hood, a little man in a boat, surrounded by a pearly sea of moisture. Her hand grasped me and guided my prick to her entrance and stayed grasping it as I pushed slowly into her for half my length until her hand was stopping any further movement. I did not have time to puzzle about what she intended as she used her grip to crank my erection up and down inside her, like a lever. 

"Aaaah!" The intense sensation of the up and down movement drew a groan of sheer ecstasy from me. She was gasping and making little throaty moaning noises as well, and then suddenly she released her grip and I slid into her hot moistness my hips slamming down hard against hers and my glans ramming against the narrow neck of her vagina.

Her legs clamped around mine and as I started to thrust into her she pushed back rising to meet each stroke with one of her own until we were totally consumed by our passion and pleasure, bucking furiously against one another, each of my hard thrusts lifting her hips up off the bed and then slamming her back down again, both of us gasping and grunting with our exertions. My prick was a solid rod of tingling sensation, the glans felt swollen and numb and my balls felt as though they had been swung over and over against a brick wall and when eventually I could hold out no longer my prick seemed to swell to three times it's real size and my ejaculation had the feeling of a volcano erupting, my jiz an explosion of red hot lava. 

I was so consumed and energised with the force of our love making that my erection remained undiminished and I continued to ram into her until she was howling and twisting beneath me with the violence of her own orgasm which seemed to go on and on causing her whole body to jerk and quiver with release.

Eventually I collapsed hard on top of her and we lay like that, together, panting in unison our legs still entwined and twitching gently like those of a frog in a laboratory. 

"Oh God, Jamie lad," she whispered after a while, "That was fantastic ...." She started to chuckle mischievously, "Think what we could achieve with practice!" She wriggled out from beneath me and placed her head on my shoulder and we lay side my side my arm around her.

I awoke to the realisation that I had another erection and that Laurie was kneeling over me her lips and tongue caressing the glans and her long silky hair brushing over my belly and thighs.

"I thought that might bring you round," she laughed, she eased herself up until her hands were on my shoulders pinning me back to the mattress and her pussy was poised above my prick. "Time for second helpings," she chuckled and lowered herself down until I was fully inside her again.

We fucked and rested and then fucked again until, I must have fallen into an exhausted sleep and she shook me awake gently and handed me a mug of coffee. I looked at my watch it was after two o'clock in the morning. 

"You need to go .... I am on early shift in the morning and need to get some sleep and if you stay neither of us will get any at all." I had totally forgotten that she was a nurse at the same hospital as Gwen... it just hadn't come up in conversation that evening. I thought it better not to mention the connection, she hadn't put my name together with one of her colleagues also called Riley, perhaps she didn't know Gwen... Mum, but either way that was one can of worms best left unopened for now.

I got dressed and we finished our coffees and smoked a cigarette, in the sitting room, I felt terrible that she had cleared up the dinner table at some point whilst I had slept.

"We need to talk."

I hated conversations that started like that! "Laurie, I ........"

"Shhhhhh." She silenced me by leaning forward and planting a light kiss on my lips. "Don't say anything you don't mean, or make promises you can't keep." She touched my lips with her finger to keep me from talking. "What we have had today has been fun .... You've made me happy .... And VERY satisfied." She chuckled. "I hope we can do it again .... Sometime. But, we are not going to be an item.... You understand?"

"Of course."

"Let's just leave it to fate, eh?" We kissed once more soft and long in the hall and then I slipped out of the door and around the corner to my car and drove home. 

I liked Laurie, I hoped that she felt a little bit less lonely now, I didn't know when but I was certain that we would see each other again and if I was honest with myself I secretly hoped that she would be feeling lonely again when we did. 

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Addendum

To the reader

A sincere thank you to all the readers who continue to post comments and send e-mails your encouragement is greatly appreciated. I am sorry if new chapters are taking a little more time to appear; I shall try to continue posting them every few days. Some of the earlier chapters are being revised as orphan paragraphs and missed amendments are coming to light as I sort through the masses of random jottings that make up this story. At this time I have just posted the updated version of CHAPTER 1 : JAMIE'S STORY and several other parts have had minor corrections of typos and punctuation errors.



The Touch Ch. 27



WARNING TO READERS  - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British.  The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Sorry! This chapter may meander even more than usual as it has been put together from several short 'day in the life' journal style entries which have been linked together as each was too short to stand alone. 

 Pt. 27   The Things That Dreams Are Made Of


Wednesday morning Steve was fully occupied with making deliveries with the big lorry and so I took Dennis over to Caroline's house in the Land Rover, to continue with the fencing work. We were there early, just after eight and I was surprised to see her black BMW parked in the drive she must have come down from town after we had left the previous night.  

I decided that it was probably best not to disturb her and so Dennis and I got straight down to fixing the remaining fencing panels in place.  We had only got two of them screwed in when Dennis touched my arm and nodded up towards the house.

"I think your girlfriend is looking for you," he teased, nudging me with his elbow, "She is a bit tidy ... pity she has such poor taste, I am the handsome one around here."

Caroline was standing by the open French window beckoning me to join her.  Dennis was right; she looked very tasty that morning.  She was dressed in a tailored skirt suit, cream with a grey pin-stripe, with a dove grey silk shirt and her blonde hair shone in the early morning sun.  

"Good morning Caroline," I said as I approached her brushing my hands on the front of my work trousers. We exchanged pleasantries and she asked about the progress with the work.  "We will have the fencing finished this morning, the shed erected and I hope to start clearing the rubble and debris this afternoon.  If everything goes to schedule and the weather holds out I hope to start marking out and preparing for laying the paved area and the decking on Friday."

"That sounds good, you will still be completed by May 20th, won't you?"

"No problem with that, " I promised, then as an after thought. "Would it be inconvenient for you if we worked through this week-end?  I would like to get ahead in case the weather changes for the worse and we need to stop work for a couple of days."

"No. That would be fine, perhaps......" I never got to learn what she was about to say as at that point a man stepped through the door leading to the hallway.  

"Are you done yet, Caroline?" He called. "I really do need to get back to town .... I'll wait in the car."  He was good looking and thirtyish, dressed in an expensive Saville Row grey pin-stripe suit, silk club tie and sounded arrogant and a bit pissed off.

"Sorry, I've got to go ... would you move your Land Rover to let us out, please?"

I walked around the house and pulled out onto the road to give her room to manoeuvre the BMW out of the drive.  The guy, whoever he was, was sitting in the passenger seat with a scowl on his face. Caroline leaned out of the driver side window, "Thank you Jamie, I may see you at the week-end ...must go before he has another tantrum," she laughed. I could see then arguing as she drove slowly down the road.

Whoever the guy was he had obviously driven down with Caroline and stayed the night, probably a business acquaintance, or maybe her regular lover, perhaps even a fiancé, although she didn't wear a ring. I wasn't at all surprised that she had boyfriends or lovers; she was a very attractive woman who oozed sex appeal from every pore.  I felt a bit sorry for him, if he was getting into a fight with Caroline; I knew where I would place my money on the winner, she was a very tough lady and my guess was that she had a temper to match.

Dennis and I cracked on with the fencing and were just fixing the last panels when Becca arrived.  It was just before eleven and so we decided to take a mid-morning break for coffee and snacks.  I introduced her to Dennis and then Becca and I took our coffees and wandered around the garden with the plan and I tried to explain to her my vision of how I intended it to look when the work was completed.  She grasped the picture almost immediately and went back to her car for a sketch book and a little folding camping stool and sat herself up by the house.

"This is going to be fun," she chuckled. "Why don't you men just get on with your work and let me make a few pencil sketches from here, and then you can tell me if this is going to work for you."

By lunch time Dennis and I had completed erecting the fence and had levelled most of the corner where the small shed would stand.  Steve arrived with the lorry and the rubble sacks so that we could start to prepare the footings for the decking and barbeque patio and level the central area to lay the turf for a lawn.  I thought that that was a good time for a break and sent the guys off to the pub to get some lunch whilst Becca and I sat in the cab of the Land Rover and she showed me her initial sketches and we matched them to suitable illustrations in the plant catalogues I had brought her and I marked the various types of plants that I intended using onto her copy of the plan.

"I will need to get home to give the boys their lunch shortly," she said. "but I will put some colour onto the drawings and then you can see what you think.  Perhaps we can meet up later in the week to look at them?"  Just her initial sketches looked really good and I was sure that this was going to work out well for everybody.

"I think that the client, Caroline, will be down at the week-end, maybe you could find an hour or so to come over and show her yourself?" I suggested, "I shall be working here most of Saturday and Sunday anyway."   I had brought her a box of plant catalogues and illustrated gardening books for research into visual images of plants not yet in bloom and helped her load them into her car, a bright orange, VW Beetle, about ten years old but obviously well loved and cared for, I had never seen her car before, I suppose it had always been in the garage when I called round at the house.  I had found that a persons choice of personal motor cars are often a reflection of their personality, that bright orange Beetle matched Becca perfectly, it spoke of a fun loving free spirit which I knew was the real Becca.

By the end of the day on Friday, we had erected the small tool shed in one corner at the end of the garden, which meant that we could leave some of our kit on site safely locked away, and had cleared the worst of the rubble and debris from the site and had levelled most of the area by the back of the house, put in drainage sinks, and covered the area with weed control membrane and shingle.  This was quite a new innovation which Maggie and I were rather keen about.  The shingle allowed water to drain away from beneath the wooden decking and the fabric liner stopped unwanted weeds growing beneath the planking. I had warned Caroline that this would be an additional expense but as usual she was unbothered about costs and had instructed us to go ahead.  The timber framing and the decking boards had been delivered by the builders merchants that morning and Steve and Dennis were scheduled to start constructing the patio on Monday.



Saturday I was at the Garden Centre about seven-thirty well before we opened for business.  I had made teas for Gwen and Emma taken the drinks up to them in bed and left them getting up when I left for work.  Gwen had returned home on Friday sometime during the afternoon so that she had dinner ready and waiting for Emma and I when we got home from work. We had spent the evening quietly together, just the three of us catching up and exchanging chat about our simple daily events and about Gwen's training course.   

Gwen and Emma were a lot closer again now, which I was really pleased about, mothers and daughters should be close to each other; I think that she had missed Mum ... Gwen, not being there the last couple of weeks and so as Emma had the day off, they were going to spend the day shopping in Devizes as she needed some new riding gear. 

Emma was spending more time with Janice Copman; they had become firm friends again and she often went over to the stables in the evening or on her day off to help exercise the horses.  Philippa Shelby was quite happy with the arrangement, Emma and the twins had been some of her star pupils as young teenagers and so Emma got to ride for free and Philippa got a willing rider, also for free, everybody was happy, it was the way that most stables worked, 'meat for manners' we used to call it.  

We usually tried to make sure that one of us, Maggie, Emma or me was at the garden centre during opening hours. For the most part the business ran like clockwork; the guys were capable and responsible and Grace had the catering side running smoothly and required no supervision, but everybody felt more comfortable if one of the management team were on hand.    As Emma was on day off and I would be at Caroline's garden most of the day it was Maggie's turn to mind the fort.  

By the time Maggie arrived I had loaded the pick-up with the young Leylandii trees that I intended planting along the perimeter fence adjoining the neighbouring property, some bags of manure and several large sacks of wood chippings.

The upstairs blinds and curtains were closed when I arrived at Caroline's house and so I guessed that she was still in bed, and parked as quietly as I could in the drive and went straight down to the far end of the garden to start forking over the area by the boundary fence to prepare for planting the Leylandii trees.   The strip for the hedging was about 30 yards long, the length of the boundary separating the two houses, and needed to be about three feet wide, but turning the soil was less of an effort than I had anticipated and I had forked over some ten yards when I heard a call from the direction of the house. 

Caroline was standing at the French doors, waving.  "I have made you a coffee," she called, beckoning me to come up to the house.  She looked as if she had just got out of bed, she probably had, her blonde hair was tousled and she was wearing a very fashionable, mid-thigh length kimono style robe, of yellow and peacock blue silk, and a pair of ridiculous fluffy pink slippers.  She looked totally sexy and ravishing, except for those slippers.  

She remained standing in the doorway and as I got closer it became very apparent that the thin kimono was absolutely all that she was wearing; her generous breasts filling the top and her nipples were hard points stretching the material and visible from yards away. "Come in, I have made coffee and there is toast if you want some," she invited.

"I don't think that would be a good idea," I grinned indicating my muddy boots and trousers.  "I'm sure you would not appreciate me messing up your nice clean house."  

In reality, I could easily have kicked my boots off and my trousers were not very soiled at all, but standing opposite this nearly naked woman, her hard nipples only a foot away I was starting to get horny and could feel my prick beginning to stir in my trousers.   Whatever might happen in the future I seriously did not want to get involved with Caroline at that point in time, I was pretty sure that she was flirting with me, but I was having difficulty reading her, if she was only playing with me then any move on my part could be embarrassing for both of us and detrimental to our business relationship; but equally if she was seriously hitting on me then I needed to establish what kind of relationship she was looking for and if I was prepared to deliver what she wanted. 

"Perhaps you are right," she answered, with a little pout.  She suddenly broke into a wide smile and I noticed for the first time that despite looking as though she had just got up from sleeping, she had actually taken the time to put on some light make-up, just eye liner and a pale lipstick.  I could see her mind clicking over.  "There are a couple of plastic garden chairs in the garage, bring them around here and we can sit in the sun and drink our coffees and talk."

I fetched the chairs and she came out with two mugs of coffee, handed me one and sat down opposite me.  Her kimono was simply tied with a belt at the waist and gaped open at the bottom giving a flashing glimpse of the minutest of panties, a pale blue string which did nothing to hide the shaved pinkness of her pussy, when she crossed her legs.  She was either a very cool and calculating tease or was totally oblivious of the vision of temptation she presented.  

I had been so enthralled with her body that I had not noticed that she had brought the garden plans with her.  She unfolded the sheet and leaned closer to me as she pointed out some small changes that she had decided upon since we last discussed the work progress, nothing major but I realised that Maggie had been completely correct in her opinion of Caroline, she was going to be a very demanding client, but I found it refreshing that the customer wanted to be involved with the project at every stage.  I was actually quite relieved when she finally released me.

"I must get dressed to go out," she announced as she stood up, "I am going into Southampton for the rest of the day .... If you are not here when I get back I will probably see you tomorrow morning."

"I have asked the sketch artist, Rebecca Hill, to call in tomorrow morning," I told her, "she should have some rough washes for you to see."

"Oh, that is excellent," she enthused, "I shall look forward to that ... thank you, Jamie." She stepped up to me and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek.  The kiss may have been chaste but her body lightly pressed against mine as if by accident, her firm tits seemed to be burning holes in my t-shirt and her thighs touched against mine very briefly, but long enough to cause my prick to spring instantly erect.  

I spun away from her clumsily, I don't know if she realised why as she was already turning to go back indoors.  "I had better get on now .... Er, yes.. must get back to work," I mumbled stupidly, turning half away from her, afraid that she would notice the embarrassing bulge in my trousers.  

Caroline called a cheerful goodbye and I heard the French doors close as she went inside the house.  I walked back to where I had finished digging and prodded half heartedly at the soil for the next ten minutes, although my mind was full of fantasies involving prodding Caroline and not really on the work at hand.  Finally I heard her car door slam and the roar of the powerful engine as she drove her Lotus Elan out of the garage and away towards the main road.

Thinking about Caroline's lush body kept me horny off and on all day but despite the distraction I managed to complete the work schedule I had set myself and by five o'clock had the strip for the hedging, turned over, the horse manure had been dug well into the soil and I had connected the hose to the outside tap and had given the whole bed a good soaking.  I need not have bothered because it absolutely poured with rain during that night. 

I got home about six-thirty.  Gwen and Emma had got in just ahead of me and so Gwen made tea and coffee and I sat and made suitably admiring noises as Emma and Gwen paraded their purchases from the days shopping for my approval.  They had taken the full day out and had driven from Devizes up to Swindon and had not only outfitted Emma with new riding kit but had bought what appeared to be a whole shop full of dresses, outfits and shoes. 

Gwen had booked a table for the three of us at the White Hart Hotel, in Salisbury to celebrate passing her training course and so we showered and changed, I knew that Gwen would be wearing one of her new dresses and so I put on my suit, a pale blue and pink candy stripe shirt and a silk tie.  Gwen as usual looked great, she was wearing a figure hugging dress of fuchsia pink satiny material with a sweeping neckline just displaying a hint of cleavage and had thrown a simple white silk stole around her shoulders. 

It was Emma that stunned us both into silence.  She came down from her room wearing a dress.  Not just any dress a proper full on clingy, sexy mini-dress that hugged her slim figure and made her look an urbane adult.  It wasn't her usual plain black but alternate wide horizontal stripes of royal blue and grey and she was wearing it over black three quarter lace leggings, but this outfit was three steps up from her normal choices and I guessed that Gwen had had a hand in choosing it. She had brushed her hair until it shone and had twisted it into some kind of complicated knot at the nape of her neck which made her look very sophisticated and grown up.

"Bloody hell, Emms!  You look wonderful!  Absolutely fantastic!"  I exclaimed, and she did.

The meal at the White Hart was excellent, the restaurant served a first class carvery with a selection of roast and cold meats, vegetables which were actually hot and a wide selection of puddings and ice creams.  We all thoroughly enjoyed our meals and just being out together for the evening and took our coffees and brandies through to the hotel lounge and sat until we heard the barman calling last orders, just talking and enjoying each others company; I could never, ever, forget that Gwen and I were lovers but being out as a family it was nice that just for an evening that she could also be my mother again for a few hours.

As we crossed the reception hall to leave, I felt a light tug at my sleeve.  It was Georgia Craven, who had obviously just left the restaurant with a group of people I did not recognise.  In fact I almost didn't recognise her either; since we last met she had changed her appearance, she had lightened her hair and was wearing it loose instead of tied into the rather old fashioned bun that she usually wore, it looked good, and softened her image. 

"Hello again, James," she smiled, "We keeping running into each other, I am beginning to wonder who is following who?"

"I think it is because we both have good taste," I chuckled.  Ok, so it was good that I was starting to relax a bit around Georgia at last, but now I was actually flirting with her, not only that but she seemed to enjoy it.  I diverted the conversation quickly, "I don't think you have met my mother, have you Georgia?"

"We have seen each other from afar, but we have never met .... Hello, Mrs. Riley."  Gwen and Georgia exchanged pleasantries and then she turned to Emma. "So James, is this your girl friend?  She is very pretty." 

"No, I am afraid not," I said, "This is Emma, my little sister."  I glanced at Emma who was starting a pout and added very quickly, "But I agree she is very pretty."  

Emma seemed to swell with appreciation and couldn't hold back a beaming smile which lit up her whole face.  It was her most redeeming feature, that lovely smile that she shared with Gwen and Maggie.  I felt Gwen gently squeeze my arm in approval, Emma had such a mercurial temperament and anything that boosted her self esteem was worthwhile. 

We made our farewells and left for the car park ahead of Georgia's party.  Emma was a few steps ahead of us when Gwen slipped her arm through mine and squeezed it against her breast.  "If you look back at that Georgia woman's arse, I will slap you silly when we get home," she hissed in mock annoyance. 

"Wow!  That sounds like fun, it could be worth it." I whispered, and we both started to giggle uncontrollably.

Emma looked round, "What are you two up to now?  Don't you ever stop pissing about?" She walked back and looped her arm through mine and hugged it close to her. We walked to the car, three in a row, happily clinging tightly to each other.

By the time that we got home it was almost midnight, nobody wanted anything more to drink and so we said our goodnights, hugged and kissed and Gwen and Emma went up to their rooms whilst I stepped outside for a last cigarette.  




The Touch Ch. 27



I heard the kitchen door open and close behind me and thought that it would be Gwen, seeking me out for a few minutes alone together, but it wasn't it was Emma. She was still wearing her sexy outfit.  She didn't say anything straight away just lifted my hand and took a shallow drag from my cigarette.

"Since when did you start smoking?" I scolded her gently.  As far as I knew Emma didn't smoke and hardly ever drank alcohol, and being the protective brother figure since Dad left, I didn't really want her to start.

I took a deep drag and then offered it to her again.  She shook her head.  "No thanks, one puff is enough." She paused, and then added, "Jay .... Do you really think that I am pretty?"

I drew deeply on the cigarette again and then flicked the tip away, "Yes Emms, I do think you are pretty, very pretty and you look terrific tonight."  I wanted to give her ego a boost but even as I said the words I realised that I was probably opening up a can of worms.

"Oh Jay, thank you!" 

She sprang forward and before I could stop her had thrown her arms around me and was hugging me tight against her and had pressed her face into my throat.  I could feel her hot breath and her warm moist lips against my neck as she nuzzled in with tiny affectionate kisses.  Her slim body was pressed hard against mine and I could feel every contour of her, her tiny breasts pushed against my chest and her groin and thighs moulded to mine, we were almost the same height and her crotch was pressed hard against mine so that she couldn't but help be aware of the instant erection that she had provoked. 

I had been in a state of uncontrolled horniness all day since being with Caroline in the morning and having Emma climbing over me was just too much.  "Emma... stop!"  I panted.

She removed her face from my throat and looked up; our lips were less than an inch apart.  I knew she was going to kiss me but I was totally unable to stop her or resist in any way, Our lips met and our tongues touched and then hungrily thrust and twirled as we explored each others mouths and I clutched hard at her firm flat buttocks and hauled her hard up against my erection.  

The light went on in the bathroom above us and we could hear Gwen ... Mum, moving about, probably getting towels from the airing cupboard.  It brought me back to reality and I gently and reluctantly eased her away from me.  "Enough, Emms .... Enough..."  I said as kindly as possible, "We can't do this!"

"But, why not, Jay?   I want to ... and I know that you want to as well."  She reached down and lightly touched the bulge in my trousers.  I flicked her hand away.  

"Oh Christ, Emms!  I'm your brother ... I'm supposed to look out for you, protect you .... I would be bloody furious if I thought that some guy was taking advantage of you ... I can't do that same thing myself, now can I?"

"OK," she said quietly.  I turned her face to mine and looked deeply into her eyes. She wasn't crying, and strangely she didn't look particularly upset or angry. "I can wait ... I don't want to ... but I will."  She turned and started for the door then stopped.   "I'm glad you would be jealous if I went with another man," she said, "But I won't ... I'll wait for you!"   She turned back and went inside. 

I walked down the garden and sat on a tree stump near the compost heap for a long time and smoked two more cigarettes.  I had come very close to going too far with Emma for the second time, if it happened again I was not sure that I would be able or want to stop.  I was being totally duplicitous, I was already having a sexual relationship with my own mother, but Gwen was an adult and we both knew what we were getting into.  Somehow I still felt very protective towards Emma, but perhaps I was being unfair to her ... she really was no longer a child, she was a woman grown, I just couldn't see her that way, which was ridiculous as I was still inflicted with the rock hard erection that she had provoked and which would not go away whilst I continued to think about her as an object of my desire.


Sunday I left Gwen and Emma still sound asleep at home and rode over to the garden centre on my Vespa about seven o'clock.  It was my turn to do the Sunday watering and check the greenhouses which would fill in time before going over to Caroline's house to get on with her hedging; I didn't want to arrive too early on Sunday morning and disturb her or her neighbours. 

When I got to Bishopsdown the BMW was parked in the garage but there was no sign of Caroline's other car the Lotus Elan; the house seemed to be empty, I guessed that she had gone out or maybe even returned to London. I parked by moped in the drive and let myself into the rear garden, unlocked the shed and got out my tools.  The ground had been well manured and with the heavy rain during the night the soil would be soft and it should be fairly easy to dig the planting holes.

I laid out the thirty-five young trees spaced along the length of the prepared border and then started to plant them in starting in the centre and working outwards to ensure the correct spacing.  Caroline and I had chosen a mixture of green and golden Leylandii trees to be planted alternatively which would give an attractive rippled effect to the hedge.

The young plants were only about a yard high but would grow at a rate of about three feet a year, the golden variety becoming quite bushy and filling out the spaces between the greens to form a dense screen.  Used as a boundary hedge between houses it was prohibited for the height to exceed eight feet and so the trees would need to be topped regularly to keep the height down and give a nice even appearance, I would probably send someone round to attend to that in October and again in early spring.

The first half a dozen trees had been planted in when I heard the roar of the Lotus Elan engine as it pulled into the drive. The door slammed and I guessed that Caroline had gone into the house. About fifteen minutes later she open the French doors and came out.  As usual she looked really sexy, she was one of those women who could probably wear an old sack and still look tasty and fashionable.  That morning she was wearing a very trendy, pink and white, expensive jogger suit and equally up-market designer trainers, her make-up had been done and her hair was pulled back and tied loosely into a pony tail which bobbed tantalizingly as she walked towards me.   

Her hand suddenly flew up to her face. "Oh Christ, Jamie!  What the hell is that stink?"

I laughed out loud, she looked both funny and cute standing there holding her nose, her face screwed up in disgust.   "It's OK, that is just horse manure.   The soil here is so dry and lacking in nutrients that we will probably need to put down an organic fertilizer in most planting areas."

"Oh bloody hell, that is so disgusting!"  She started to smile though, "I was going to bring you a coffee but you had better come into the house, I'm not staying out here...." She turned and started back towards the house, "Just don't bring that smell in with you!"  Without trying to we had lapsed into a sort of friendly-come-business relationship, perhaps because she was quite young herself. 

I followed her back to the French doors.  She had obviously learned from the previous days experience and had spread a couple of old dustcovers on the floor of the room nearest the doors and over one of the two chairs standing either side of the coffee table.
I was not in the least offended.  Gardening can be dirty work and I would not trail mud into my own house either.  I kicked off my rubber boots, stepped inside and sat down on the covered chair.  She returned with two cups of steaming black coffee and sat opposite me.  

"I am sorry about the smell, it will go away in a few days.... I promise.   I suppose I should have warned you yesterday."  

She laughed, smiled, and then reached into her pocket and came out with a small, mother of pearl and silver cigarette case.  She took one for herself and passed one to me, leaning forward and graced me with a view of her delightful cleavage as I lit it for her. We sat and talked for maybe ten minutes whilst we drank our coffees until I heard a car pull into the drive and a familiar voice calling to me.

"That is Becca Hill, the artist," I said, "Shall I bring her round to meet you?"  Even as I said it Becca wandered tentatively around the corner of the house but had not yet spotted us sitting in the open French doors.  "Over here Becca," I called.

"I can only stop for a short time, I have just brought you the coloured drawings...." Becca started and then realised that I was not alone. "Oh, sorry..."  she smiled sweetly at Caroline and extended her hand, "I'm Rebecca Hill."  

I introduced her properly to Caroline and gave her my chair so that they could sit side by side to look at her sketchbook whilst I stood looking over their shoulders.  I was very impressed with her work, she had matched her artist's impressions almost perfectly to the plans and her rendering of the floral displays was excellent. She had prepared two colour washes of the proposed garden as seen from the house, where we were seated, one in early summer and the other an impression of the view in autumn.  

I could see that Caroline was pleased.  Actually she appeared closer to excited and enthusiastic, rather like a child who had been given a first picture book of a favourite story.  

"These are really lovely, Mrs. Hill ..... may I keep them ..... if you put a price on them now I will write you a cheque immediately?"

Becca seemed a little taken aback by Caroline's gushing enthusiasm and her offer of an immediate purchase and glanced at me for guidance.   I smiled and nodded for her to go ahead.

"These are not real paintings... just coloured wash sketches," Becca told her. "But if you really want them .... I will put them in mounts and Jamie can bring them back to you," she paused, then added with typical open honesty that I had come to expect from her, "but I really am not sure about how much I should charge you...they really did not take me that long to do." 

Caroline was already pulling her cheque book from her briefcase, "Should we say fifty pounds...each?"  

She wrote out the cheque and handed it to Becca, we sat for a short time and discussed small changes to the planting plans and Becca promised to have the signed and mounted sketches back to her when she came down again next week-end.  I walked her back to her car. 

"Bloody hell, Jamie darling!" she whispered as we stood by the old Beetle, "A hundred pounds!  That is ten times more than the figure I had in mind.... That is an average man's week's wages!" 

"I think it is well deserved," I told her, "Just make sure that you take photographs before bringing them back, you should start a portfolio, and I would like copies for my project file as well."   She was really happy and excited not just about the money but mainly that her work was valued and appreciated.  We were not overlooked and so we shared a soft long kiss before she drove away and I went back to work planting in the hedge. 

Caroline came out to see me again just before mid-day to tell me that she was leaving to return to London.  "I may be down one day during the week," she told me as we walked out to her car.  She was taking the BMW and so she obviously left the Lotus here at the house most of the time, I had keys to her garage but I had never bothered to go in there. She gave me a light peck on the cheek and then the electric window hissed closed and she glided away, the big car almost silent.

By the time that I had finished planting out the trees, cleared up and locked my tools away in her shed it was dusk and so I made sure that the premises were secure and then rode home.  

Gwen and Emma were spending the evening with Maggie and so I took a shower, made myself my favourite supper of Welsh Rarebit, topped with chestnut mushrooms and crisp streaky bacon, washed down with a tumbler of scotch, and then took a second drink up to my room and sprawled out on my bed, put on my headphones and listened to CDs of Handel and Mozart.  I must have been tired; by the time the girls got home I must have been sound asleep because I awoke in the morning still in my dressing gown, but Gwen had obviously been into my room and covered me with my duvet and I could faintly taste her lipstick on the corner of my mouth.


Monday morning I was about early as Emma had the day off work and had arranged to go riding with Janice Copman; I had agreed to drop her off at the stables by eight o'clock on my way to work.  I made breakfasts for us and took Gwen a cup of tea up to her bedroom; she was not going into the hospital until mid-day and would get her own breakfast when she was ready, it was her last week on ward duties and she had drawn the middle shift. 

Emma was in a good mood and looking forward to her day out; she looked great in her new riding gear, the tight breeches and knee boots accented her slim figure and flat arse and she had put on a beige and sky-blue, Toggi designer polo shirt and her new quilted Barbour riding jacket.  Her hair was tied back into a pony tail and then twisted and tied double with a plain black ribbon into a club. She was eager to go and by the time I came out she was already sitting in the car with her sports bag containing a change of clothes and her riding hat on her lap. 

Janice met us in the car park, she was wearing her usual skin tight grey breeches and a dark blue polo shirt with the stable logo embroidered on the breast. She had obviously already been exercising horses that morning as her face was flushed and she gave off a slight odour of horse sweat and saddle soap when she leaned in close to gives me a light kiss on the lips.  It was not an unpleasant smell at any time but on Janice it was decidedly erotic. I enjoyed being around horses and did not have a city boy's sensitivity to the smell of horse sweat.

"How are you getting home tonight?" I asked Emma.

"I'll drop her off," Janice replied, "It may be late as we are planning on going for a drink and something to eat this evening.   I don't suppose you would want to join us?"

"Oh yes, Jay....please do." Emma pleaded. "You could pick us up and then Jan wouldn't need to borrow the stables Land Rover...."

"OK, why not?  I guess that means that I shall be paying for supper as well, does it?" I laughed, "I will collect the pair of you from here about seven, OK?    That will give me time to go home and shower and change."

"You can always have a shower here," Janice remarked, really casually. She was standing very close against me and furtively squeezed my buttock, hard, without Emma noticing. I was unlikely to have forgotten taking a shower at Philippa's house with Jan a few weeks earlier, and she was teasing me, knowing that I couldn't retort with Emma present.  I decided to call her bluff.

"I might take you up on that; if you will join me....?"

"If you two are going to flirt and talk dirty, I'm going to go and talk to the horses." Emma put in laughing.  It was really strange, she could be unreasonably jealous sometimes if I just glanced at a woman, and  just recently she had come on to me herself really strongly, but at times she seemed to actively encourage me to get together with Janice. I had long ago decided that the ways of teenage girls were far too complicated for my simple man's brain.  She turned and still chuckling started to walk towards the stable block, I couldn't help myself watching her tight flat arse in those breeches; not as exciting or roundly active as Janice's but still alluring.  I seriously needed to stop thinking about my sister that way.

"I had better go," I told Janice, "I need to make some amendments to the plans of a job that I'm working on..... " Then it suddenly dawned on me, "Oh Blast!  I REALLY do need to go, Jan, I've left my drawings at home and need to circle around and fetch them... see you tonight, OK?" 

She reached up and kissed me on the mouth holding my lips to hers for several long seconds.  She giggled against my ear, "You can't bring your sister along every time you take me out, you know.  Sooner or later we are going to be alone and I intend collecting that shag that you owe me, Jamie Riley!" 



By the time that I got back home Gwen was up, dressed in her nursing uniform, and sitting in the kitchen with coffee and toast.  I drew her to me and we kissed, softly at first and then longer and more intensely our mouths urgently seeking to catch-up for the days she had been away. 

"Have you got time to stop for a coffee with me, my darling?" She asked me when we parted. 

"Always," I replied. I picked up my forgotten plans from the kitchen table, "I will just put these in the car before I forget them again.  I don't need to be anywhere urgently; I was planning to have a drive round and visit several of the outside contract jobs this morning to check on progress."

We took our drinks through to the sitting room and sat very close, my arm around her shoulders and talked whilst we drank our coffees and smoked a cigarette, catching up on the little snippets of personal news we had missed telling each other.  It was really good just to have some personal time together if only for a brief period. After a while Gwen stood up and took the coffee cups through to the kitchen and I followed her, catching up as she placed the crockery in the sink, pressing her against the unit and running my hands down the crisp cotton of her freshly pressed uniform from shoulders to her waist and finally resting on the thighs. I really had a seriously hard job keeping my hands off of her when we were together.

"God, but you are sexy in this uniform," I laughed against her ear as I nuzzled into her neck, the softness of her pony tail brushing against my cheek. Just being with her had given me a hard-on and my erection was pressed hard against her buttocks; she must her felt it as she wriggled slightly against it, teasingly.

"You had better make the most of it," she smiled, "This week will probably be the last time I wear uniform every day.  Once I start the teaching job I won't need to except for clinical sessions with students."

"Then I had better make sure that I live out my fantasies now." I chuckled turning her round to face me and cupping my hands over her breasts, smoothly encased in that starched cotton shell. I ground my erection against her, drawing out a deep, lusty moan, "Let's go upstairs and explore my uniform fetish...."

"I thought .... I thought you need to go to work...?" she panted softly between kisses.

"Not as much as I need to make love to you in that uniform!" 

I led her up the staircase, stopping every few risers to kiss or nuzzle at each other until we finally found her bedroom.  She came back into my arms and I danced her around the room both of us giggling into each others mouths as we alternatively kissed and laughed just with the joy of what we were doing.   

When we finally came to a standstill Gwen reached out and grasped my shirt, flicking the top buttons open and pulling it off over my head and then ran her hands gently over my bare torso.

"How did I get to have such a strong, handsome son?" she chuckled, then pulled me to her so that I could feel her breasts against my bare chest, the fabric of the uniform crisp and starchy but not hiding the soft firmness of her tits. 

I fumbled with my belt and then pushed and kicked until I was free of my trousers and socks and my erection was only lightly restrained by the fabric of my shorts and was throbbing against her stomach as we clung to each other and sank into another long kiss, our tongues mingling and twisting in their passion fuelled dance.

When we broke apart she reached up and started to unbutton the front of the dark blue uniform, starting at the bottom.  I brought my hands up to cover hers and re-buttoned all but the fastenings below the waist but removed her elasticated belt with the silver buckle that I had bought for her at Christmas.




The Touch Ch. 27



"No!  Not yet .... I want you to keep it on."  I eased her down until she was lying on the bed, her lower legs dangling over the side, and then knelt in front of her and lightly ran my hands up her legs from her toes, over her knees and along her thighs until they were beneath the uniform and I could feel the elasticated tops of her black hold-up stockings.  One at a time I slowly rolled each stocking down, taking care not to pluck or ladder the delicate fabric, following each with my lips planting tiny nibbling kisses from her thighs down to her toes and finally gently kissing her toe tips.  

"Oh God, my darling, that is so good," she moaned. "I love feeling your hands and lips on me."

I slid my hands back up her now naked legs, slowly caressing the delicate white skin of her inner thighs with my finger tips and drew my tongue lightly behind them leaving a narrow moist trail from her knee to the top of her thigh, pushing the crisp dark blue fabric ahead of me until my face was against her panties and I was able to press my lips against the outline of her pussy through the fabric.  I pushed my lips against her plain black silk panties and brushed my tongue long the indentation made by her swollen pussy lips and blew hard against it, my hot breath causing her to cry out and jerk her crotch against my face, her hands coming down to clasp and capture the top of my head. 

"Aaaah!" She gasped loudly as I nuzzled again into her crotch, "Please, my darling..... please.... Make love to me!  I want you to love me ....  NOW!"   She tugged at my hair trying to drag me up over her.

I gently eased the now slightly moist fabric of her panties down her thighs and tugged at my own shorts until they lay together on the floor and then pulled myself up until I was between her waiting thighs crushing her onto the mattress my prick quivering against her Mound of Venus and I could feel the hot moistness of her pussy against my jewels. 

The fabric of her uniform was now bunched up around her hips and where it had been crisp and starched it was now crumpled and creased but it was still very erotic making love to her in that dark blue sister's uniform.  It wasn't just a fetish for fucking the uniform; it was far more than that, it was making love to HER, to Gwen...my mother....in that sexy uniform, I had watched her in that uniform day after day since long before we were lovers and that uniform was part of the total all encompassing passion that I had for her. 

She gave a tiny gasp of expectation as the tip of my prick touched the entrance to her vagina.  Our lips came together and at the same instant that our tongues touched and then thrust into each others mouths our loins joined as my hard tool slipped smoothly into her, her hot moistness offering no resistance and swallowing as much of my length as she could take.   We lay still for a moment, locked together, our mouths writhing and sucking and our bodies joined where my prick was thrust into her as deeply as was possible. 

Slowly we started to gently thrust at each other, moaning and laughing with the joy of our love making for a long time enjoying the sweetness of languorous joining, until our need became frantic and we hammered furiously at each other seeking release for our passion.  Gwen's thighs suddenly locked hard around mine and she gave a deep throated moan as her orgasm rippled through her body and the pulsing from her pussy brought me to a gasping shuddering climax as I ejaculated furiously into her hot moist depths. 

We lay quietly together in each others arms until the storm of our frenzied love making had subsided.  

Gwen sat up and started to smooth out her uniform. "Oh God, my darling!  Look what you have done to me!" She giggled, "I look a bloody mess!"  She leaned over and kissed me soundly on the lips.  "Christ.... We've been shagging, in the morning, in my bloody uniform ... when you are supposed to be at work .... I've told you before ...you are a pervert, James Riley."

We continued to laugh and tease each other as I re-dressed and Gwen found a fresh uniform and took it into the en-suite bathroom to clean up and change. 

There was still coffee in the pot and so we each had another cup before indulging in a long and passionate good-bye kiss and hug and then I got into the car and drove off to my first port of call for the morning.  



My first stop of the morning was at Laverstock on the east of the city which was a re-design and planting job at a newly built house which had been given to Kitty as the work experience, practical applications project for her Cities and Guilds certificate under Maggie's supervision.   She had made a really good job of both the design and the build, the customer, Mr. Greenway, was absolutely thrilled with the results and full of praise for Kitty and the trainees that had helped her.   It seemed to be a good opportunity to raise something with her that I had had in mind for a while.

Kitty was turning into a real asset as she was very knowledgeable and was gaining a lot of practical experience, plants were her passion and she was a really hard and dedicated worker who could be left to get on with any job unsupervised which was a real bonus. I took her to one side and we sat on a bench and discussed small details of the job for a time.

I couldn't help but be aware of Kitty sitting so close beside her.  She was very attractive in a very striking athletic way, quite tall, about 5' 9" with a very muscular figure, modest tits, a flat arse and very long powerfully built legs.  She usually wore her long blonde hair tied back in thick plait and her face was fine-looking, rather than pretty, with a wide mouth and very sharp pale blue eyes.   She was wearing the same dark green utility trousers as I was but even thought the morning was only modestly warm had stripped down to a sleeveless sports style grey vest and the soft fabric sports bra she was wearing beneath did little to conceal the hard points of her nipples which showed through the fabric. I couldn't help thinking that she looked like a very attractive female parody of the Rambo character. 

Despite having worked together now for three months of so I still knew relatively little about Kitty, she did not seem to be into relationships, she didn't seem to go out on dates with guys but I was pretty certain that the rumours about her being gay were unfounded. The group of friends that I had seen her about town with were mostly a mixed bunch from college but there didn't seem to be any special attachments of either sex.   

Eventually I found an opening to bring up what I wanted to ask. "Kitty, are you still intending to take off for a year in Australia after the summer?"

"Yes. That's still the plan... at the moment ... why do you ask?"

"Well, if you decide to change your mind, Maggie and I would really like you to stay on with us.  Permanently ... with the professional pay scale ... of course."   Kitty was really good, she totally lived for horticulture and she had now proved that she had a seriously good aptitude for design and was capable of supervising a team.  

"On second thoughts," I added strongly, "I would seriously like you to consider staying as an alternative to going to Australia at all .....  become a permanent member of the team."

"Wow!" She genuinely seemed a bit startled by the offer. "Can I think about that for a few days?"

"Fine, take as long as you want... just be sure to say yes in the end."

"Thanks Jamie.  You've made me feel really good about myself," she answered, then leaned over and gave me a very swift, light kiss on the cheek before going back to work. I watched her lithe body and muscular arms as she effortlessly heaved sacks of compost into a barrow, and not for the first time fantasised about the sort of back breaking sex that a body like that promised. 


I left Kitty and drove the short distance to Bishopsdown and Caroline's house.  All was well there; Steve and Dennis were well along with constructing the wooden decking patio and so I only stopped long enough to have a chat about progress and a cup of coffee before setting off again across the city to Craven Lodge where Colin and Mikey were working.  

Colin was a first class gardener and there was never going to be any question about the quality of the work that he was doing at Craven Lodge but I was still surprised every time that I visited at the scale of change and improvement that he was bringing about, in the three days a week that he was devoting to the estate. 

Georgia Craven, Maggie and I had decided that we should concentrate our efforts for the year on restoring the old 19th Century decorative garden which ran from the west face of the house down to the ornamental lake and boathouse.  The lake had become clogged and the natural spring which had once fed it needed to be cleared.  This was a specialist job which none of us felt qualified to undertake but I had arranged for a company which specialised in river dredging to come in to give Georgia an estimate as she was keen to have the old lake restored. 

I spent a good hour with Colin discussing the next stages of work, talking to Colin was always an education and as usual I came away more knowledgeable than when I arrived.  As I walked back to the car I noticed that Georgia's Range Rover was now parked in the drive at the side of the house and I could hear her dogs barking somewhere in the grounds.  She had asked me to call in on her a couple of weeks back and I had let it slip, she hadn't mentioned it on Friday evening, but I thought that as we were both there that day I should try to catch-up with her.   

I found her at the back of the house standing watching her two young black Labradors chasing each other about the old orchard. She was wearing blue jeans and a chequered country style shirt, and a silk headscarf tied under her chin.  It was the first time that I had seen her wearing anything so informal, and I thought that she looked very petite and quite cute and seemed to be looking younger than I remembered; I guess she was actually in her early to mid fifties. 

"Good morning, Georgia." I said quietly as I approached her. Georgia Craven still made me a bit nervous, she sometimes still came across as a very stiff, formal woman, a typical high powered lawyer; she had ticked me off some months back for calling her 'Mrs. Craven' instead of Ms. which was her preferred form of titular address, but I still stupidly, felt a bit uneasy calling her Georgia although we both seemed to be a bit more relaxed around each other just recently, even if our social meetings had been very brief.   

"Ah, James," She always insisted on calling me James or Mr. Riley, not Jamie. "I am glad you have finally found me at home, there is something I wish you to do for me."  There was no tone of censure in her voice so I relaxed a bit and followed along behind her as she walked briskly towards the front of the house. 

"I hope that you are pleased with the progress with the gardens?" I ventured.  We turned the corner to the front face of the house and the sweep of the main drive leading down to the gate.   Drive was probably a generous description, it was little more that a neglected mud track and could be pretty hazardous in foul weather for anything other than a four wheel drive vehicle.  I noticed that the scaffolding which had previously clad the front of the building had now been removed and the whole aspect looked cleaner and smarter.

"Oh yes, I really am very pleased, it is starting to look the way that I remember it as a small child when it was my grandfather's house, loved and well cared for."  I caught up with her and was taken aback when she slipped her arm through mine and then gestured with the other. "I'm afraid that my father lived almost exclusively in London and after becoming a Law Lord, a High Court Judge, only ever came down for a few days at Christmas. He cared nothing for the estate and just let it go to ruin.  It broke my heart, I grew up here and I love this house dearly."

This was the first time that I had ever had a conversation of more than a few words with Georgia and had certainly never touched upon anything as personal before. I was surprised that she had exposed an emotional aspect of her life to me, but it made her seem more human and less the lawyer.

"It is a shame," I ventured, "the garden must have been beautiful once .... I shall do my best to restore that again for you ... but it will take a lot of time."  I smiled, "Gardeners have a saying that for every year of neglect it takes five years of growth to restore the former beauty."

She laughed. Somehow, I had expected her laugh to be harsh and brittle a reflection of her outer shell personality, but it wasn't, it was husky and soft and rather sexy. "I think you are a bit of a romantic, James.  Perhaps that is a good thing in a gardener, yes?"

"Perhaps." I agreed.  We seemed to be connecting on a more personal level now. "What was it that you needed?  Just name it and if it is my power to deliver... it is yours."  It was stupid outrageous flirting but she either didn't notice or chose not to, but she was smiling. 

"I want to start inviting guests down during the summer and would like the front aspect of the house to look smarter, I am having the drive re-laid and shingled, do you think that you can do something with the flower beds here at the front, and perhaps put some pots or tubs on the rear terrace, so that we can go out there for drinks?"

"Of course, I can get Colin to start on it in the next few days, I may come over and help as well, I should have a few days free next week.  Let me have a think about suitable plants for the perennial and seasonal displays and I will come back to you in a couple of days with some suggestions.  The whole area will look a lot nicer if we cut the grass and tidy up the existing shrubbery, and we can steam clean the flagging and stonework on the terrace."

"Just do whatever you think is fitting .... I trust your judgement and taste." 

She walked with me to my car which was parked down by the old kitchen garden. There was a service drive at the rear of the house leading a lane at the rear of the estate and Colin and I had been given keys to the gate and usually used that way to come and go, avoiding the hazardous drive.  The dogs appeared from somewhere and bounced around us happily barking and chasing each other.  We shook hands and I stood by the car and smoked a cigarette and watched her walking back to the house calling to the dogs and picking up sticks to throw for them.  She still had a neat, trim figure and her arse was very tidy in those tight jeans when she bent down to pick up sticks for the dogs.  I still felt a little wary of her but I was beginning to see her in a softer light, perhaps a lady who was little bit unhappy, maybe a bit lonely.  My eyes told me that I was starting to find her attractive but my brain was telling me that I really didn't ought to go there.


I spent the afternoon in the office making the amendments to Caroline Brookes' designs and work plan and catching up on my paperwork. Maggie said that she would close-up so that I could get away to pick-up the girls and so I drove home and took a shower and changed into a decent pair of grey jeans, a new grey marled t-shirt  and my leather jacket, had a quick cup of coffee and a cigarette and then drove over to the Shelby Riding Stables to pick-up Emma and Janice. 

We decided, sensibly, to eat before going on for a drink and so I drove into Salisbury and parked at the market.  After a bit of debate we finally all agreed on fish and chips from Stoby's, as usual on weekdays, the upstairs dining room was quite empty although customers were queuing for take-away and so we were able to get a table and get served almost immediately, and having eaten walked around the corner to the Royal George Inn in Bedwin Street which was one of the fashionable hang outs for students that year.  The girls found a table and I went to the bar for drinks, Emma was back on her usual orange juice, Jan chose a glass of white wine and I settled for, a Cooler, tonic water with a splash of peppermint cordial and ice, as I was driving. 

By about eight o'clock the pub was starting to get busy with younger customers, mostly from the college or the Salisbury Arts Centre across the road almost all of whom were known to one or another of us either from school or college.  One of the guys was celebrating his acceptance to university and so the atmosphere was good and we were swept into the group.   It was nice to see several old friends with whom I had lost touch over the past couple of years, and I touched hand with several of the guys and made some loose arrangements to meet up. After an hour or so the group had drifted into a disorganised and rowdy game of Consequences and I found myself sitting to one side with a girl whom I had known from my schooldays, in fact I had dated her for about six weeks when we were both fifteen.

I had met Coralline Remick, during my last long summer holiday from school, when we were both part of a volunteer archaeological team, from various schools in the county, working at a dig on Salisbury plain. It was the last carefree holiday after Dad left and before we realized that he wasn't coming back.  We had become friends and by the end of the six weeks holiday were going steady; for one reason or another the relationship failed to survive long after the end of the vacation period, but she still held the record for my longest lasting steady girlfriend, exactly 47 days.

When I first knew her at fifteen, Cora was very slim with an almost boyish figure, tiny tits and a flat arse, a rather ordinary looking face with long dark brown hair which always seemed to be in a permanent mess regardless of if it was worn loose, in a pony tail or twisted into a bun. She was quite tall, about 5'9" and that emphasised her slenderness which, added to the fact that she habitually wore round steel rimmed spectacles made her look bookish and a bit geeky.  There were other girls on the project who were more attractive and a couple made it known to me that they might come across, but I genuinely liked being with Cora, we enjoyed the same things, reading, chamber music, history and snogging, we were teamed together at the dig site and drifted into becoming an item.

She hadn't changed that much, she appeared to have filled out a bit but still wore the same style of spectacles and her hair still looked as though she had been dragged through a bush, but she was all smiles when she saw me, she had a great smile which always showed in her eyes not just her lips.   

There had been no animosity between us when we split up, but I never saw her again, she had lived the other side of Salisbury, went to a girl's school somewhere near Bournemouth, and our paths just hadn't crossed.  I remembered that somebody had told me that she had won a place at Exeter University and was reading History and Archaeology; she had always been academically brilliant. I flopped down into a chair beside her, "Hi, Cora, long time no see, you are looking great... you haven't changed a bit."  

She burst out laughing, "Take another look!" She stood up and turned sideways on to me. She was decidedly and very noticeably pregnant. I suppose that I hadn't noticed in the dimly lit pub because she was sitting down and just wearing a normal t-shirt and cut off blue jeans.

"Oh God, Cora," I stuttered, "I'm so sorry...I mean, not sorry about the baby, I mean, sorry that I didn't notice ... Sorry, I guess I had better shut up before I make even more of a pratt of myself, eh?"

She sat back down, still chuckling. "No, I am sorry," she said, "That was a mean thing to do to you."  She paused, "It is good to see you again, Jamie."




The Touch Ch. 28



WARNING TO READERS  - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British.  The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 



 Pt. 28  Love in the Afternoon

Tuesday was dull and overcast, the weather forecast predicted heavy rain for the next few days and as the job for Caroline Brookes was the most urgent of the large projects in hand, we decided to throw everybody at it for a day to get as much of the basic work completed as we could. 

There were six of us on site by nine o'clock and by the time that it started to rain in the late afternoon we were well along with the seriously heavy work.   Steve and Dennis had almost finished the timber decking leading from the house, and only needed to erect the hand railing and steps for that part of the project to be completed.  I had paired up with Kitty to clear and lay the sand bed for the paved barbeque patio and the space where the small summer house would be erected, whilst Maggie and Colin waded into the backbreaking task of levelling the central part of the garden ready to receive the grass turf which I had ordered for delivery to the site on Friday. 

The site was starting to transform from a patch of weed and rubble into the beginnings of a garden.  I was really pleased and was sure that Caroline would be impressed when she next came down to Salisbury. At the day's end we were all tired but satisfied with a seriously good days labour and felt ourselves well deserving of the hour we all spent in the pub on the way back to the garden centre.

The weather on Wednesday and Thursday turned out to be as forecast with high winds and torrential rain and so Maggie, Emma and I spent a couple of days in the office catching up on paperwork and going over the company accounts prior to visiting Georgia Craven the next week to discuss my investment into the business.

Regardless of her youth and short experience Emma had totally excelled as the office manager, she was due to complete her night school course in office management in May and was taking seriously being made a non-executive director of the company.  She and her cousins, Lauren and Lucinda, would not have voting shares yet but Maggie, Gwen and I had decided from the start that Emma would be informally included at director's meetings as she was already working inside the business and had made herself an essential part of the management team during the past six months and we valued her input. 

As it was now nearly May, Gwen and I had been pushing her once again to decide if she wanted to apply for a place at university, she already had the grades and her job would be there for her for as long as it took, but she had finally come up was a solution which she preferred, Gwen found satisfactory and importantly, it was something that she really wanted to do. 

The course that she was just completing gave her the basic entry status required to apply for membership to the Association of Certified Chartered Accountants, it would mean hard work for four years and fourteen examinations. Much of it was home study, but her practical applications could be performed within her present job at the garden centre and the necessary classroom lectures were available on day release at either Southampton or Reading.  At the end of her studies she would have a accountancy qualification even surpassing a professional degree.  We were a family business and she was part of it, so there was no question that the garden centre would sponsor her study fees, besides Uncle Arthur was almost eighty and having a qualified accountant to take over as company secretary when he retired would be an added bonus. 


Despite the foul weather the garden centre was very busy, I think that many customers were attracted to us by being able to shop in the dry, under the new arboretum and the covered walkways and with nearly all the staff on site there was no shortage of hands to take their purchases out to their cars for them.  I had purchased a dozen or so large golfing umbrellas which had been printed with the company logo and were available for the use of customers who wanted to browse the outside areas.

The restaurant had more than lived up to our expectations and was usually packed to capacity most lunch-times and had become a popular meeting place for groups of older women in particular and retired couples.  Maggie was so pleased with the project that after discussing it with Grace and I had applied to the local authority for a restaurant licence to allow us to sell a limited selection of wines and bottled beers, and would be able to use the restaurant for private functions.  

Thursday morning I was crossing the arboretum, glanced over at the customer car park and spotted Becca's bright orange VW Beetle pulling in.  It was pouring with rain and so I grabbed one of the big umbrellas and ran out to the car just as she was getting out.

We briefly touched finger tips as an acknowledgment of shared affection. "I've brought the framed washes for Ms. Brookes," she explained, reaching over to the rear seat for a brown paper parcel. She handed it to me and started to get back into the car but I quickly grabbed her elbow.

"Don't run off, come over to the office and meet Maggie, my aunt... then I will buy you a cup of coffee in our new restaurant..... Have you seen it yet?"

Maggie joined us for coffees in the restaurant; she and Becca hit it off immediately but then I couldn't imagine anybody not liking Becca, and insisted on giving her the guided tour of the garden centre, finally ending up in the office.  I had unpacked the coloured drawings that she had brought so that Maggie could see her work and she handed me the film negatives of the photographs she had taken so that I could get prints made up for our portfolio files.

"I think the arrangement you have with Jamie is a really good idea, Rebecca," Maggie enthused.  "Just make sure that he pays you for any work that you do for him," she added laughing, "and, if you ever need somewhere to work you can come and use the drawing office here anytime that you want to."

I walked her back to the car with the umbrella, we hugged and I promised that I would call her soon.  

It was late on Thursday afternoon when the telephone on my desk rang.  Maggie had left for the day and Emma was cashing up the tills in the shops and restaurant and so the outside line had been switched through to me.   I recognised the soft, husky voice immediately, it was Gill Watford.

"Hello Gill..." I paused for a second just to gather my thoughts; she could only be calling me for one of two reasons; either to tell me that she had changed her mind about our arrangement, or that we needed to get together.  

"Hello Jamie dear," She obviously was not sure about my current feelings either, I could sense her taking a deep breath and then she continued, "I know that this is very short notice, but .... If you still feel that you want to ..... "

I wasn't going to let her flounder, "Yes, I do ...as long as you do as well.   Is it time?"  She had promised to call me when she was sure of her 'Hot Spot', and I had known that it would be at short notice as there was only a few days window during her ovulation period. 

"Oh dear," she sighed, "This was so much easier when we were face to face, now it just seems so cold and clinical."

"It's OK ... really it is." I assured her, "When do you want us to meet?"  There was nothing much that I had to do personally, we had already agreed a place, a new motel  off the motorway near Chippenham, where neither of us was likely to be recognised or seen by anybody we knew; Gill would make the booking, I just had to turn up. 

"We need to get together between Friday and Monday to have the best chances of success," she told me, then added very quickly, "If you can't make it, or you have changed your mind... I will understand...."

I hadn't changed my mind at all. In fact my time with Cora on Monday had somehow given me an even more sympathetic attitude to Gill's request.  Besides, thinking about this beautiful woman having sex with me and wanting me to intentionally get her pregnant, was beginning to sound more and more erotic. 

"Sunday, how about Sunday?"  I suggested.  

"Yes, that will be good," she confirmed, "Shall we meet in the coffee shop at the motel, it is a Little Chef, I think .... Say about two-thirty?" 

I agreed and we said our goodbyes and I let her hang up before putting the receiver down, sitting back and lighting a cigarette.  Sunday was a good day for me, I wasn't intending to work, Emma would be out riding and Gwen would be on duty at the hospital. I didn't particularly care for the sneaking about aspect of this arrangement but in truth it wasn't something that could be discussed with anybody and discretion was important to Gill and that was what mattered.


The rain had stopped by the time that Emma came back into the office about four-thirty and the wind had cleared the sky; I figured that it should stay light until about eight o'clock and so I decided to work a few hours at Caroline's house to catch-up on time lost.  The VW pick-up was already loaded with the irregular stone slabs that I needed to pave the patio area and so I hooked up the small cement mixer and was about to leave when Dennis flagged me down as I started to pull away.

"Are you going out to the Brookes job?"

"Yes I thought I would put in a couple of hours or so before it gets dark, give us a head start on tomorrow."

"I'll get my car and follow you out," he offered, "We can get far more done with two of us."

As cost was no object Caroline had chosen to pave the barbeque patio with a crazy paving of mixed Cornish Slate and Donegal Quartzite which gave a really beautiful blend of browns and greys and a mixture of textures.   The surface had already been levelled and a layer of sand put down which was now firm but wet and heavy from the last two days rain, ideal for our purpose. Laying a irregular slab paved area is a long and laborious task, the slabs need to be laid individually and matched to the one next to them leaving no more than a half inch of gap between but with an eye to keeping a decorative mix of shapes and colours.  We had decided to lay the paving onto a two inch screeding of quick dry cement as the best method of securing the odd shaped flags, keeping the surface level and preventing subsidence later.

The area to be flagged was an asymmetrical shape of about nine square yards and by the time that it was dusk we had completed almost a quarter and so we finished off the last of the cement in the mixer, cleaned up and called it a day.  I reckoned that with Steve and Dennis working on it for a day the job should be finished by the end of Friday and ready to be grouted. As neither of us had eaten and I owed Dennis a favour I suggested that we went back to the pub across from the garden centre for a pint and some supper. 

Strictly speaking Dennis was not on the garden centre staff, he was a self employed jobbing builder and handyman but for the last couple of months had been working almost exclusively for us, lending his skills to the structural tasks such as laying patios, brick laying and erecting sheds and greenhouses.  He came in most days, did whatever was asked, billed us for his time, and paid his own tax and NI.  He was twenty-two and like Steve he was ex-army with a good range of skills and a strong work ethic, I got on with him well both at work and socially.  

By the time that we arrived the pub had stopped serving food, but Kenny the landlord, knew us well and the pub picked up a lot of trade from the garden centre, so sat us in a corner of the lounge bar and rustled up huge plates of ham, eggs and chips, which we devoured with relish and washed down with a couple of pints of best bitter.  We spent an enjoyable lad's night, just discussing rugby, films, the virtues of various beers and he entertained me with dubious humorous tales of his time in the army.

"Can I ask you something?" Dennis said after a while. I nodded for him to go on. "I've met that young blonde carer out at The Cedars a couple of times when I've been out there helping Colin....."

"Oh yes, Janet...."

"Yeah.  I was chatting to the cook out there and he told me that you had dated her. Er, are you and Janet an item?"

"No, absolutely not," I laughed, "We have seen each other a couple of times but nothing serious, I'm not even sure if we really like each other."

"So it wouldn't be stepping on your toes if I asked her out?"  

"Not at all.... Go for it ....Den.  She is a nice girl but not really my type, and I'm not sure if she is that keen on me either."  

As I drove home after we parted, I mused about the one go nowhere date that I had had with Janet and the comfort fuck we had shared after I picked her up the night her car broken down.  I had told Dennis the truth, she was a nice girl but we were never going to hit it off, she deserved more than a guy who might hook up with her every few weeks for a shag, and if I kept seeing her she might come to expect more than I was prepared to deliver.  I had never had a messy break-up with a girl friend and I didn't relish that thought, where Janet was concerned this might be an appropriate time to just drift away. 

Friday was at least dry for most of the day.  Dennis and I got to Caroline's early and by mid-day when Steve finished his deliveries and joined us had completed laying the slabs and the three of us made a concerted effort to finish off the patio, grouting between the slabs and setting the edging blocks.  It started to drizzle about five o'clock and so we covered the paving with a tarpaulin to protect the moist grouting and decided to call it a day.

The rolls of turf had been delivered in the morning and we would be able to start laying the central island of lawn the next week once the shapes for the flower beds had been finalised with Caroline and marked out with whitewash. 

After the lads had packed up our kit and left in the pick-up, I fussed about for a short time and then wrote a note for Caroline to say that I would call in on Saturday to discuss the work and bring her the framed watercolours from Becca, and pushed it through the letterbox. 


Saturday it was pissing down with rain again which made outside work almost impossible and so I called Caroline about eleven o'clock with a view to driving over to talk through the next stages of work for her garden.  Instead she suggested that she would come down to the garden centre to meet me.  She arrived shortly before twelve, roaring into the car park in her Lotus Elan and I took an umbrella out to meet her and bring her into the cover of the arboretum.  As usual she looked very fashionable and sexy in a beige coloured designer trouser suit over a black silk camisole, her make-up a work of art and her hair brushed until it shone like silk.  

We spent about an hour strolling around the centre whilst she enthusiastically picked out a selection of plants and several expensive pots and planters, until I suggested that she join Maggie and I for lunch in the restaurant.  Perhaps because she was really enthusiastic about her garden and pleased with our work so far, she was relaxed and friendly and seemed to get on well with Maggie and the three of us managed to get the final shapes for the flower beds onto the plans.  

I was still very surprised however; when at the end of lunch as we sat chatting over coffees she suddenly asked, "What are you two doing this evening?" 

Maggie looked at me and I shook my head, "I don't think that either of us is doing anything special," she replied.

"I have three tickets to the Haydn String Quartet recital at Salisbury Arts Centre, this evening... I was going to take my two elderly aunts but they have had to drop out at the last moment.... I was wondering if you would like to come instead, as my guests."

I had hardly taken it in when Maggie accepted enthusiastically for both of us, "How very kind of you Caroline ... we would both be delighted, wouldn't we Jamie?"

"Oh, absolutely," I agreed. In fact I knew that tickets for the concert had been sold out for weeks as classical music events there on a Saturday evening were so rare, both Maggie and I had attempted unsuccessfully to get seats. We agreed to meet her at the venue at seven-thirty that evening. 

I fetched my umbrella and walked Caroline over to the area where we had the demonstration greenhouses and garden buildings on display. Fortunately the rain had eased off as it took her another hour to decide on the design of summer house that she wanted for her garden. In the end she settled on a top of the range eight foot, octagonal, timber and glass tradition design from an old established company called Walton's.   We sat in the furnished demonstration model we had on site whilst I filled in the order form, I would telephone the order through to the manufacturer on Monday for delivery to her house later in the week.  I walked her back to her fancy sports car and she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and roared away scattering gravel around her.  I was very pleased with the way that Caroline's contract was progressing, she had paid the first tranche of her account dead on time, and although wanting to be very involved at every stage of the job, listened to the professional advice and accepted guidance where needed.  A very satisfying client... with a terrific body... that had to be a bonus.

As the garden centre was open until six, I drove home as soon as we had closed up, showered and changed into my dinner jacket and then drove straight back to Maggie's house as we had decided to leave my car there and drive into town in her Range Rover. It had stopped raining and we could park at the market and walk around the corner to the Arts Centre in Bedwin Street.

Maggie looked absolutely fabulous as usual, she was wearing a very simple black, calf length dress with narrow shoulder straps and a gathered embroidered waistband decorated with black and silver sequins.  Her make-up consisted of no more than a pale blue eye-shadow and a deep pink lip stick; her hair was drawn into a neat honey blonde pony tail and tied with one of her favourite bows of black sequined material matching her dress. She had casually draped a black silk stole around her shoulders.

The recital had drawn a quite considerable audience; the musicians were a relatively new ensemble of graduate students from the London School of Music who called themselves the Manheim String Ensemble and were quickly gaining a reputation of excellence.  They were presenting the three string quartets op.64 by Joseph Haydn followed by Mozart's Salzburg quartets, an excellent and somewhat unusual programme.

It was Maggie who eventually spotted Caroline amongst the crowd filling the entrance to the hall and the bar and we manoeuvred our way to her side.  She certainly stood out from the crowd in a figure hugging, dark blue Chinese printed silk, sheath cocktail dress with a colourful traditional blossom and bird design.  The strapless dress seemed to be moulded to her sumptuous body; clinging tightly and emphasising her generous breasts, and rounded hips and thighs.  Her blonde tresses cascaded around her face to bounce on her bare shoulders as she walked towards us. 

She was her usual gushing self and greeted us warmly with hugs and kisses as though we were old friends and passed me the tickets as we moved into the auditorium to take our seats, just as the calling bell rang.  

I kept glancing around as we walked to our seats in the coveted second row; I had convinced myself the Georgia Craven would be there. We had met at the last two musical events I had attended, the Handel concert at the cathedral with Maggie and the ballet at Covent Garden with Gwen.  I was actually taking my seat between Maggie and Caroline when I finally spotted her, to my right and a couple of rows back.  I almost missed her as I still had not got accustomed to her new soft and flowing hairstyle, she was wearing the same long gold sequined evening dress she had worn in London it hugged her petite figure alluringly. Our eyes met and she gave me a small wave and then turned back to the effete looking young man sitting beside her who I recognised as her son Charles.




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.




The Touch Ch. 28



"Oh, that's nice, Jamie..."

I drew my hand lightly down over her ribs to rest on her rounded hip.  Naked and out of sight beneath the bed cover her narrow waist seemed very tiny and I let my fingers roam across the firm round pod of her belly, then down until I could feel the soft triangular tangle of dark fluff that cloaked her pussy.   I probed gently, just parting the lips and touched my finger tip softly to her clit.

She gave a sharp gasp and her eyes flicked open, wide and a little startled. 

"Gill, are you OK?  Do you want me to stop?  If you don't want me to....?"  

She paused for a moment holding her breath.  "No, don't stop, Jamie.  It's just a long time since anybody....... Well, touched me intimately." 

Her face blossomed with a huge smile which started with her generous mouth and caused her whole face to light up and her eyes to sparkle, deep and dark brown and moist.  She started to laugh, a soft, musical, tinkly laugh that sent ripples of desire down my spine.  "I'm behaving like a silly virgin," she chuckled quietly, "but here with you, well .... It almost seems like it's for the first time."  She cupped my face with her hands and brought her lips up close to mine. "Don't stop, please."

I gently probed with my fingers, parting the lips of her pussy; she was very hot and very wet, but I had expected that, it is quite common during ovulation, her labia felt moist and swollen beneath her vulva and my touch caused Gill to moan softly as I gently stroked the sensitive inner lips touching her vagina mouth with the tip of my finger and then drawing it up to lightly caress and rub her very tiny moist clit. 

Suddenly she was panting, her breath coming in tiny sharp gasps and she clutched at my face drawing my lips to hers and kissed me hard and deep, her tongue probing into my mouth for the first time and then she fell away, her back arching, and I could feel her pussy pulsing beneath my hand as she orgasmed, silently and with her eyes screwed tightly shut.  

"Oh God!" she giggled, "I haven't done that since........ well, forever... that was so nice."

Her pussy was so wet and hot beneath my hand and my prick was hard and throbbing against her belly.  We both knew that it was time.   I reached back and grasped my rigid cock and carefully guided it by instinct and feel to the entrance of her vagina.  Her pussy was very moist but the mouth felt tiny and tight as I inserted the tip of my prick and gently began to push forward.   I slid in, very suddenly and very deep, causing us both to gasp with surprise; my prick was sheathed in a soft tube of heat and moisture; her vagina felt as though it was lined with warm wet velvet and I could feel the walls of her love tunnel softly quivering, the sensation left me almost breathless.  

I had thought about this moment for weeks. My desire for this woman and the erotic imagining of making her fecund body pregnant had excited me to the point that I was already very near to my own climax and so I gently began to thrust slowly into her, trying to make sure that every thrust penetrated as deeply as possible and as the pleasure centred around my throbbing dick built to a climax and I anticipated my release I pushed hard, ramming my glans tight against her cervix, causing Gill to gasp with surprise.

"I'm going to .... It's coming...!"  I panted.

She pressed her lips back to mine our tongues mingling and thrusting as I pushed as deeply into her as I could and she responded by pushing back with small counter thrusts, until in a storm of sensation my glans seemed to explode and released a stream of jiz, spurting hard into her and followed almost immediately by a second jet as I strained, poised above her, to keep my prick as far inside her as was possible. 

We lay together like that, still joined, for several minutes both panting and quietly laughing. I withdrew from her very carefully and quickly rolled away as she instinctively brought her hand down to cover her pussy trying to stop any of my seed from escaping.  

"My bag .... There is a small pillow...." She panted.  I dived from the bed and pulled a small soft, pale yellow cushion from her case and helped her to position it beneath her hips and then lay down beside her our faces level and gently stroked her hair.  She had her eyes closed and was taking short, deep measured breaths as though willing my sperm to complete their marathon swim and seek out her eggs, but she looked happy and relaxed.  "I need to stay like this for about twenty minutes. Can you be a sweetie and find something to drink, I didn't know sex could make you so thirsty." She chuckled. "I think there are some fizzy drinks in the mini-bar."

There were several bottles of tonic water mixers in the little 'fridge and so I opened four and poured them into two tumblers and brought one back to Gill and then propped myself up against the headboard, sitting next to her. 

"Thank you, Jamie." Was all that she said.  We didn't find the need to talk and just lay there next to each other for about half and hour, just holding hands, covered with the counterpane, more for comfort than modesty.

"Do you think.... Well, do you feel .... ?"  I mumbled stupidly.  I knew that there was no way to tell if she had conceived that afternoon, but I suppose it was a natural thing to ask.

She laughed. "I don't know... I don't suppose that I will for another month at least, but I feel that I ought to be pregnant.  It felt right between us... do you understand that?"

I nodded my agreement.  "It was .... "  

She stopped me with a small kiss on the lips, "Don't say anything sentimental...please."   

She got up from the bed and went to her bag and pulled out a pair of black lace panties and drew them over her legs.  The sight of her standing there in her lingerie took my breath away she looked so sexy and desirable.  I reached across to the chair and grabbed my polo shirt and shorts and started to pull them on whilst sitting on the side of the bed.

"I was reading in a book....." she started and then paused as she saw me grinning widely. "What?  What is so funny...?

"Nothing, it's just that, well ... I've been reading up on getting pregnant as well... I wanted to get it right for you.. you know?

She laughed lightly. "I was reading," she started again hurriedly as if she needed to get it said and done with, "that some specialists recommend that you have sex again after about two hours..... it increases the chances...."  She seemed to be wearing a face of a hundred emotions, expectant, frightened, sad and hopeful, all at the same time. "I don't want you to feel that you have got to...."  She pulled on her tights and stepped into her skirt.

"OK," I said, simply, pulling on my jeans. "But let us go and get something to eat and drink first, I'm absolutely starving again."

We finished dressing and walked across to the Little Chef diner holding hands in companionable silence.  We ordered two cafetieres of coffee, one for each of us and both picked the cheese and ham omelette from the lighter menu, followed by Jubilee Pancake, with cherries and ice cream for me, and Gill settled for a slice of carrot cake.   

Again, we just talked about generalities, I think that I did most of the talking, I chatted on about gardening, the business and local happenings, but eventually I brought the conversation around to the things that I really wanted to ask her.

"What are you plans, Gill?  On the assumption that you will get pregnant where do you plan to go from that point?"

"Well, as you know I have already put in to resign my commission, the minute that I inform them that I am pregnant, they will want me out of the door instantly, it happened to a friend of mine, that is the way of the British Army."

"Then what?" 

"Then, I shall buy a nice house somewhere, I have worked all over the country and there are several places that I have earmarked as nice locations to settle down, somewhere with good schools and then I shall devote myself to bringing up my perfect twins."

"Oh, you've decided that it is going to be twins then?" I chuckled.

"Definitely twins, I'm sure that you and I could do nothing less," she smiled. 

"And you can afford to do that?" I asked, "I mean, if you needed help...."

"Oh Jamie, you really are so sweet.... But I really would not have even considered doing this if I couldn't afford it .... I have pots of money, unspent salary, savings and a fairly large inheritance from my late mother... plus my service pension, certainly enough to buy a decent house and cash to live on for the next ten or fifteen years without having to work full time.  I won't have any trouble getting very well paid part-time consultancy work."

I didn't want to sour our relationship by probing too hard.  Gill had made it very plain from the beginning that she intended being a single mother with sole responsibility for her children.  I had willingly agreed to that and I had in no respect changed my mind, I still really could not envisage myself as a doting father figure, even at a distance.  In truth, my concerns were more for her, needing to cope on her own; but I also knew that if anybody could then it was Gill.

I bought a couple of take-away cans of lemonade and then we strolled back to the motel room; there were a few more cars in the car park but we saw nobody, the place seemed virtually deserted.  

I needed to go to the bathroom and when I returned Gill was already in the bed, then covers pulled up under her chin and her clothes piled on one of the chairs.  That little yellow pillow was beside her.   I sat on the edge of the bed and shed my own gear, there didn't seem to be any point in pretend modesty any more, and then slid beneath the covers and up close to her.  I immediately realised that this time she was not wearing her bra, I could feel her soft rounded breasts pressing against the skin of my chest, and her nipples were small points of warm firmness. 

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 letting her hand rest on my bare shoulder, "Will you kiss me again?"

I really didn't need any encouragement and brought my lips up to hers and again we kissed lightly 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 out tongues were entwined in a slow sensual dance which left me panting for breath and totally aroused both of us breathing heavily and our bodies gently heaving against each other.

Her 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 know."  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 hit me for the first time, and I didn't like the idea. 

"Can we just pretend ....? You know .... Can we make love, as though we really meant it...?"  Her eyes were pleading but it was totally unnecessary I was too far down the road to meaning it already; 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.

I brought my lips back to hers and suddenly we were kissing hard and deeply our arms wrapped 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.

"Oh God, Jamie .... They are so sensitive at this time of the month .... "

I brushed each nipple lightly with my lips and then moved them back to hers, I could not get enough of her mouth, kissing her was like falling into a deep pit of desire and pleasure, which clouded my mind with a deep, sensual crimson mist.

Our love making was long and relaxed and enveloped us both in a world of mutual sensation and pleasure as we lay locked together my erection thrust deep inside of her, our legs, arms and bodies entwined, softly and tenderly writhing as we brought each other slowly and sensuously to a pounding, earth moving, climax as I ejaculated hard into her wet, trembling depths in long streams which seemed to jet out of me forever.   

We lay together my softened prick still deeply embedded inside her vagina long after I had dragged her little 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.

Much later I sat on the end of the bed whilst she finished dressing and as a final act pushed her little pillow back into her bag.  My watch told me that it was gone ten o'clock we had been together for only eight hours but it felt like a lifetime of familiarity.  

We stood and kissed one last time in the corridor outside the room.  "Please, don't say anything." She said sadly, her whole expressive face was a picture of anguish, "Just go to your car and drive away, whilst I settle the account in reception....I couldn't bear a long parting."  

I reluctantly did as she asked.  It had started to rain and the water splashing and running down my windscreen seemed like a manifestation of the tears that I felt I should be shedding.   We had left it that if she was not pregnant from our love making she would contact me and we would try again if she wanted to.

I really genuinely wanted Gill to get the life that she had chosen and to be happy but I also secret hoped that she would not get pregnant immediately. I knew that it was impossible for us to have a relationship beyond that which we already had, but I wanted to see her again, I wanted to make love to her again and I dreaded the thought that that would not happen.





Addendum

To the reader

There is still a large pile of chapters and notes which I am organizing for posting on Literotica.  I will continue to post chapters as long as the feedback and comments indicate an interest in this saga.
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The Touch Ch. 29



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Sorry! This chapter may meander even more than usual as it is part of a collection of several short 'day in the life' journal style entries which have been linked together as each was too short to stand alone. 

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Chapter 29: Stormy Weather and April Showers

They say that the life of a farmer is driven by the seasons and the weather and the same is equally true for a gardener. By Monday morning the wind had veered from the south-west. Despite there being ominous looking black clouds about, the next few days were forecast to be mild with sunny intervals and mostly dry during the day.

As usual on Monday morning I was up early grabbed a quick mug of coffee and a cigarette and then took the Vespa and rode over to Caroline Brookes' house first thing arriving just after seven. I had hoped that she would still be there as I wanted to thank her for taking Maggie and I to the concert on Saturday, and show her the work we had completed on the patio area. Her BMW was not in the drive and I guessed that she had already left to return to London, either Sunday or very early that morning. 

I dragged the tarpaulin away from the paved barbeque patio and was pleased to see that the grouting was fully dry and the crazy paving really looked very good, and so I got the hose from her shed and scrubbed the surplus cement and grout away with a stiff yard broom. I wanted to do some preparation before the guys arrived for the day and set to work marking out the outline shapes for the main flower beds with a long handled tar brush and a can of whitewash. If we had been making alterations to an existing garden I would probably have drawn the new outlines with sharp sand, but as the ground was only bare earth whitewash would do no damage and be more durable. 

I rode into the garden centre shortly after eight; Maggie was just pulling out of the yard in the VW pick-up and wound down the window, "Good morning, Jamie," she said cheerfully. "I'm now off for the morning....I'm going out to do surveys and quotes for a couple of new jobs and take the hanging baskets into town to the bank and the Red Lion Hotel." 

The bank had given us a regular contract to supply hanging baskets and floral troughs to decorate the front of their building throughout the year, and it was time to change the spring displays for the early summer planting of primulas and pansies. Maggie had managed to secure several similar contracts in the city but it was a bit unusual that she was doing the job herself; it was the sort of task we would normally send one of the trainees out to.

"See you later, and GOOD LUCK!" she called and drove away laughing. 

Steve and Dennis were loading up the big lorry with pre-packed shed units using the fork lift and looked to have a fair number of deliveries to make. 

"Morning guys," I called, "When you've done the drops, I'll see you out at the Brookes job, and we can start on the base for the summer house."

Steve grimaced and held up his clipboard to display a good half dozen job cards, "Don't think that's going to happen today, Jamie. I told Emma that was the plan, but she gave us a full day's deliver and erect schedule....best you see her about it, but I should keep that helmet on if I were you matey." 

"I think you've got some stormy weather ahead!" Dennis added chuckling. I could hear him whistling a few bars of the old Billie Holiday song as I walked away.

I made my way to the office block and walked straight into a shit storm. It was obvious that Emma was pissed off about something but I was too stupid to realise that I should just shut up and let her tell me about it. Instead I waded straight in. 

"What's going on with Steve and Dennis? I want them out at the Brookes job this afternoon to get on with ...."

"Well you can't bloody have them!" she stormed. "Not everything at this business revolves around your project for Miss Bloody Thunder-Thighs Brookes!" She slapped her hand hard against the big work management chart that she had pinned on the wall showing all the deliveries and outside contract work in hand and where everybody was working on a given day. She had put a lot of effort into it and it worked really well. Normally! 

She was my sister so naturally we argued and squabbled a lot and she could be really moody at times but this was our first ever argument over work. 

"Er, why? What's got your knickers in a twist this morning?" I tried to make a joke of it but Emma was not going to let me off that easily.

"If you bothered to come into the office before making your plans, you would know." I finally decided just to shut up and let her finish. She held up her spread fingers and started to count off her concerns; I sat down on the chair beside her desk and tried to look suitably cowed into submission.

"It has obviously escaped your notice that we have nine assorted garden sheds and greenhouses to deliver to customers before Wednesday, four of which need to be erected on site, so that is two full days delivery and erect work for Steve and Dennis .... I have given them their job cards and they WILL be doing that today and tomorrow!" 

"OK, I'm sure we can......"

"Don't start making plans until I've finished," she snapped. "Are you aware that Neville and Mikey are both away until Thursday as they are taking their college exams? No? I didn't think you were." She paused for breath and then continued, "Colin has a full schedule for the week, Maggie will be out on jobs for the whole of today and then the two of you will be away to Salisbury for the day on Wednesday to see the solicitors......that just leaves Jack and David to look after all the greenhouses and growing areas and Kitty and me to manage the customers and the office.....that is if nobody takes their day off this week..."

"OK, OK stop.... I get the picture." I stepped up and took her firmly by the arms to try and calm her a bit. "I'm sorry Emms ..... so I'm an irresponsible arsehole," I joked and grinned, and was pleased to see her expression start to soften a bit as well. "So just tell me what you want me to do .... You're the boss." 

"No you are the boss, Jay. I just need you to think like the boss sometimes, you can't just concentrate on the tasks that capture your imagination and leave all the rest and the shitty jobs to other people!" 

She shrugged my hands away and snatched up a pile of job cards from her desk, but when she turned back she was smiling. She thrust the wad of job cards into my hands. "I really need you to pick up some of these other jobs for me," she said. Her tone was a lot less angry and a bit more cajoling. "Maggie and Colin have already taken a batch each, just pick out the ones that you think are the most urgent or can be meshed together and let me know where you are going to be and which jobs you are doing."

I took the cards through to my own desk and spend five minutes sorting through them. Most were only simple gardening tasks, or visit-to-quote calls and there were several small deliveries that could be fitted in between jobs. I sorted them into the order that I would do them and put them onto my clipboard. There were only about a half a dozen or so which I needed to return to Emma and she looked a lot happier when I went back to her office. 

"Thanks Emms," I said seriously, "You were perfectly right and I was wrong... I needed someone to give me a swift kick in the balls to make me see sense." 

I leaned over her desk and gave her a brotherly kiss on the top of her head and made for the door. "I had better get loaded up and away." 

"Well don't think you are going to be swanning off in the Land Rover," she laughed, "Colin has it, and Maggie has the pick-up so you will have to make do with the old van." She hooked the keys from the key board by her desk and tossed them to me. I didn't really care I wasn't into cars as phallic symbols and besides I had driven the old Morris Marina van for so long that I was quite fond of it: I was glad that I had persuaded Maggie not to sell it on when we bought the new pick-up. 

"Just hurry up and pass your driving test so that you can do some of these deliveries," I joked, her test was booked for early the next month and I was sure she would pass first time. I turned at the top of the stairs and although I knew that I was inviting trouble I couldn't resist teasing her. "Oh by the way," I started casually. She looked up. "Bloody hell Emms..... but you really are SO cute and sexy when you are angry!" I laughed. 

I made a bolt for the stairs but she must have been jet propelled because just as I stepped off the bottom riser she smashed bodily into my back, spinning me round and trapping me against the closed door at the bottom. We were both breathless and I was weak with laughing.

"Fuck you, Jamie Riley!" she hissed at me, I wasn't sure if she was angry, upset or amused, "That was a bloody cruel thing to say.... If you only see me as sexy when I'm angry then you had better bloody watch out in the future, if it's anger you want, then it might be anger you will get!" She started to stump back up the stairs then paused at the top and turned back. "Do you really think I'm cute and sexy?" she asked quietly.

I slipped out of the door and literally ran across the arboretum. I took a few minutes to hide by the tool sheds for a quick cigarette, and then I packed my tools and all the stuff for delivery into the van and was on the road within ten minutes. 

It was gone six-thirty by the time that I got back to the garden centre but I had made all of the deliveries and completed the small works jobs. None of them were terribly hard or difficult, planting up some floral container displays for a couple of pubs, erecting a small rose arch and planting in the climbers and then putting in a bed of lavender bushes, plus a couple of visits to customers to give quotes to remodel existing small gardens and one to put in a goldfish pond and water feature, but it was these smaller jobs that were our bread and butter.

I managed to get home just as Gwen was getting the supper out of the cooker, I could hear Emma upstairs in the bathroom taking a shower and so I slipped my arms around her waist and we indulged in the luxury of a soft deep kiss until we heard Emma on the stairs. She had cooked one of my favourite savoury dishes, it was her own concoction for a quick and easy but filling supper, we called it 'Piggy Pie', it was like a shepherd's pie but used ground pork instead of lamb, with sliced mushroom, black pepper, coriander and a rich gravy, topped with mashed swede and carrot instead of potato. 

We had a nice quiet family dinner together; Emma was either over her spat or had decided not to bring it home with her and Gwen told us about her first day in her new job on the teaching faculty at the hospital. It was a big promotion with a much higher salary and generally better hours, mostly nine 'til five, but the hidden drawback was that she would now need to split her time between the Salisbury District Hospital, the Royal Bournemouth Hospital, the Royal United Hospital in Bath and the Great Western Hospital at Swindon, plus seminars and conferences. None of us particularly liked the idea that she would be away from home more frequently but I fully understood that her career was as important to her as mine was to me. They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, it certainly was going to make our quality time alone together more precious and meaningful and not to be wasted. 

After we had eaten all three of us went out into the garden and the girls spent an hour tidying up and weeding whilst I got out the lawn mower and edging shears and gave the grass a haircut. I was a little bit surprised that Emma joined us that evening; it was normally Gwen and I that spent our evenings gardening now that it stayed light until nearly nine o'clock. 

Gardening is a bit like golf, it takes over your life, although Maggie and I were professional gardeners working at it all day, every day we both went home in the evening and spent our free time working in our own gardens. I was lucky; Gwen liked messing about in the garden and so it was something that we could do together most evenings although sometimes we just sat in companionable silence reading or listening to music, often with Emma as well, we didn't need to always be alone... just together.

In was dusk about nine o'clock that week but suddenly the skies had darkened with heavy black clouds. I had raked up the grass cuttings and Gwen had a trog full of weeds and so we were both at the compost heap at the far end of the garden when the rain fell. The sky just seemed to open and the rain came down in floods. We started to run down the garden towards the house but by the time we had reached my tool shed we were both already soaked and I pulled her through the door, both of us laughing and spluttering as the water cascaded down our faces filling our mouths.

I looked out through the side window and saw that Emma was already safe and dry inside the house, standing at the French windows laughing and making rude gestures. As soon as the rain started she must have taken off like a frightened rabbit and was probably indoors before the first raindrops hit the ground. 

The shower looked as though it was going to carry on for some time and so I snagged an old jacket from the hook on the door and wrapped it around Gwen's shoulders then found a piece of towel for us to dry our faces and hands, it wasn't particularly clean but it soaked up the rain water.

It was dim and warm in the shed, the rain outside and our bodies inside had already misted over the windows, and so I drew her to me, our lips meeting in a long, soft kiss. Not a kiss of urgent passion but more of mutual affection and the need to be together. We just stood for a long time her arms around my neck and my hands on her waist simply enjoying the closeness of our bodies and the nearness of our souls, our lips lightly caressing each other whilst I drank in the perfume of her damp hair, the rain having released a shadow of the scent from her herbal shampoo; it was one of the most erotic odours that I could imagine. It was a perfume that I had grown up with it was the aroma and essence of my mother and now of my lover, my very, very special lover.  

The shower was beginning to ease off and I knew that we had to go back to the house but I couldn't resist teasing her a little bit. I slid my hands beneath her cotton jogger top and let them roam upwards until I found her gorgeous breasts, she wasn't wearing a bra and I could feel the little nipples firm against my fingers.

"Oh no, my darling....No!" she whispered, "We can't, not now.....not with Emma......"

"But you promised me we would make love in my shed," I whined playfully.

She pushed me away laughing, "No I bloody did not! That was your idea, not mine! You are nothing but a bloody pervert!"

"OK, but I am seriously disappointed," I chuckled.

"We seriously need to get out of these wet clothes," She looked at me and then went on before I could make the obvious facetious remark, "Don't even think of saying what's in your mind.... I'm going in to make the coffee whilst you put the tools away." She gave me a final swift light kiss on the lips and slipped out through the shed door and away down the garden.

When I followed her into the kitchen the coffee maker was burbling away cheerfully and Emma was putting mugs onto the breakfast bar. 

"I suppose that you two have been pissing about as usual," she snorted, "I don't know what you and Mum and Maggie find so funny all the time that you are always messing about, joking or rolling about on the floor like kids." 

"It's just having fun, Emms," I put my arm around her shoulders, "We don't exclude you, you know... you just don't relax and join in..."

"I know," she smiled and rested her hand on my chest. "Oh Christ, Jay! You are soaked, get upstairs and get changed before you get a chill ..... if you get sick and die on me... I'll... I'll bloody kill you!"

She sounded so serious that I simply scuttled away to my room before I burst out laughing at her grammatical phoo-pah, I had already wound her up enough for one day.

Work on Tuesday was more of the same except that Colin took the pick-up over to Craven Lodge for the day, he was due to start work on the garden areas around the front drive as I had promised Georgia Craven and we all agreed that that should be his priority task as I had taken another look and it was going to be a harder and longer task than I had originally thought to put the rough areas into order. Colin had also been looking after the garden maintenance at The Cedars whilst Kitty was on other jobs and those two contracts were absorbing most of his time although he happily took on anything you asked him to fit in. 

The two other jobs that needed completing immediately were both to build rockery gardens from scratch, never easy and always hard work. We had tossed a coin for it and I lost both tosses and got to do both jobs, one in the morning with Maggie and the other in the afternoon teamed with Kitty, the winners got to spend half the day at the garden centre; I lost and got to spend all day on site. The boulders and broken stone for the rockeries had been delivered to the client's gardens the previous week so at least we were not going to need to load and unload a couple of tons of rock and Maggie had already been out to the gardens and prepared the bases by excavating the site, clearing it of weed and laying a moraine based compost which had been allowed to settle for several days. 

The morning job was very much the smaller of the two at a house off the Waterloo Road to the south of the city near the new industrial estate. Steve had delivered and unloaded the rock, and the sacks of shingle and compost next to the site that Maggie had prepared the previous week and so we were able to get straight on with the job. To the amateur a rock garden may appear to be a simple job of just hurling a load of rubble in a pile, but for it to be successful it requires a lot of planning, preparation and hard work, it is an expensive undertaking best done by professionals. It can also be a hazardous undertaking; I have never yet laid a rockery without at least one, probably more, badly nipped or grazed fingers, even when wearing thick gloves, and it is definitely a job to be undertaken in steel capped boots, most of the sandstone pieces we were using that day weighed about 100 lbs each.

When it came to rock gardens Maggie was an expert and I had now laid several and we always worked well together as a team. I really enjoyed working with Maggie, each thoroughly understood the way that the other worked and we could just get on with the job in companionable silence and total confidence in the other's ability. Besides which I just enjoyed being in her company even if her honey blonde pony tail constantly bobbing in and out of my peripheral vision was driving me to erotic madness; I seriously had a real thing for that pony tail, it probably bordered on being a fetish.

Maggie had already surveyed the site, drawn up the design and plans, selected the rocks and boulders, painted numbers onto them corresponding with the plan and had been out with one of the students to do the preparation work. We made fairly fast work of getting the rocks and base compost in place and by late morning were planting in the miniature firs and heathers that the client had chosen and bedding them soundly each with a gravel cushion. Somebody would need to return in a week to top up the compost after settlement and check for frost pockets but basically the job was complete.




The Touch Ch. 29



The weather had suddenly turned seriously warm for late April and by the time we were finished and ready to go back to the garden centre we were both dripping with perspiration and I was not looking forward to turning out again in the afternoon to do the same again on a larger scale.

I felt that I had hardly eaten my lunchtime sandwiches, swilled down a couple of mugs of coffee and stuck my head under the shower in the changing room when Kitty was already calling me to go to the next job. 

That job was a much larger project altogether, a complicated design, one of Maggie's specials, water worn limestone, with several very large boulders and an integral bench seat which would have a seat of thick slate and would be planted up with mostly alpine plants and some dwarf conifers. A very ambitious and expensive undertaking but which was well matched to the large newly refurbished Victorian six bed roomed house at the village of Stratford Sub Castle to the north of Salisbury, now the home of a well known surgeon and his actress trophy wife and bevy of children. 

In total there was about three tons of limestone which needed to be placed and settled in; which in reality was going to take a team of two at least three days, plus another two to properly infill with the special compost mix of loam, grit and peat before the alpine plants could be planted in and then topped off. We actually grew very few alpines in our own nursery and for this project had bought them in from a specialist supplier to ensure that each expensive plant was ready for bedding when we were ready to do the job. 

Our main task that day was to get the huge keystone in place which would determine how all the other handpicked rocks would be laid; the positioning of the keystone governed the whole aspect of the pile. It took the two of us about thirty-minutes back breaking work to get that huge 200 pound key stone fiddled into place using ropes and the little custom built manual lifter that Steve had built for us from a couple of old trolley jacks. Each of the larger boulders had a painted number and each number corresponded to a location on Maggie's plan. I was glad to be teamed with Kitty; she was strong as or stronger than most men but knew what she was doing which was a serious bonus and less dangerous for both of us. Knowing that you can trust your partner means less crushed fingers or strained backs the big hazard for all gardeners. 

We worked late and by seven o'clock we were both pretty well exhausted, but had achieved more than we had planned. The garden was south facing and so the sun had been full on us for the whole afternoon and we had consumed five of the six two litre bottles of spring water that I always kept in my vehicle. Despite having rolled my trouser legs above my knee and stripped to the waist I was soaked with sweat and covered with itchy, scratchy stone dust and globs of compost.

My body overheat was not just down to the sun however, some of it was working in close proximity with Kitty who had stripped down to nothing but a pair of cut off denim shorts, a sleeveless khaki halter top and her work boots and gloves. The sight of her pointy nipples pressed against her sweat soaked vest, her muscular arms and legs and that tight flat arse often only inches away had probably done more to raise my temperature than the sun. 

Kitty seemed to be totally and very professionally oblivious to the effect she was having on me and just got on with the job just exchanging the odd comment as we checked Maggie's plan or tried to decide the correct way up for a particular boulder. As with working with Maggie, having Kitty as a team mate suited me, she didn't chatter or complain just got on with the task at hand.

There was not a lot more that we could achieve that evening and so I got the hose out of the pick-up, connected it up to the outside garden tap and turned it to light spray and played it over the area that we had completed to gently wash compost into any missed frost pockets.

"Hey, what about me, I could do with some of that!" I had never known Kitty to arse about or even really joke about anything and I was a bit surprised that she was standing grinning and wanting me to spray her with the hose. I turned the spray up a notch and indulged her. 

It was a total turn on watching her jumping up and down, her arms akimbo, under the spray, her long blonde hair dark and rat tailed, heavy with water and her cotton top and shorts soaked and clinging to her like a second skin her hard nipples thrusting against the fabric and the wet denim shorts squeezing her crotch into deep camel toes. 

By the time she had had enough and ran giggling back to the Land Rover I decided that it probably wasn't such a bad idea and pointed the hose skywards so that the water rained down over me and then used it to wash at least some of the grit from my chest and legs. I coiled the hose and piled our tools back into the rear of the vehicle and we spread a couple of old plastic compost sacks on the seats to keep them dry before starting back to the garden centre. 

"So, have you given any thought to staying on with us after the summer?" I asked.

"Yes, I have. I seriously want to take that permanent position, but.... I would also really like to spend some time with my friends in Australia. Can we compromise? Could I take a month long break in October to go to Oz ... and then start the permanent job when I come back?"

"No, Absolutely not!" 

I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, she looked disappointed, "I want you to start on the permanent staff immediately, from next Monday..... full salary and benefits." I nudged her arm with my elbow, "Of course I will have to insist that you take at least a month's PAID holiday later in the year, I would feel guilty depriving the Aussies of your company." 

Her face broke into a wide smile, "Oh thank you, Jamie. Thank you so much."

"Don't thank me yet," I said grinning, "It's just an excuse for me to give you twice the responsibility, work you twice as hard and for twice as long." We both laughed. I remembered Maggie saying exactly the same thing to me six months earlier. Kitty looked as happy as I had felt that day.

I was really glad that it was settled with Kitty, we desperately needed her to stay and the contract gardening work was expanding at such a pace that I felt I needed to speak to Maggie about taking on one, perhaps two, more full time staff.

When we got back to the garden centre everybody else had already left for the day. I went up to the office to put the completed job cards on Emma's desk and then telephoned home to let Gwen know that I would not be home for dinner; I had decided to take my time having a shower and then grab a burger or something on the way home. I finally made my way down to the staff locker room for a shower; Kitty was not about and then I heard her motorbike cough into life and roar off towards the side gate, she had her own key and would lock it behind her.

The staff suite had been completely rebuilt during the alterations last month and there was now a comfortably furnished rest room, a locker room, lavatories and two changing rooms with showers, male and female. Maggie had seen the quality of the staff facilities that a lot of businesses in the US provided and had been adamant that we should not only pay our staff top wages but provide the best working environment as well. 

I stripped off and tossed my stinking work clothes into the staff laundry bag and kicked my socks and shorts against the foot of my locker to take home with me, then stepped into the shower and turned the spray on full blast. The hot water pummelled my body washing away the grit and grime and causing the multitude of tiny nicks and grazes on my arms to sting and tingle; relaxing me and I started to feel semi-human again. I stood for a long time just enjoying the sensation, my eyes closed and the thundering of the water jet against the plastic shower curtain blocking out all sounds.

A pair of hands suddenly gripped my hips from behind and I almost jumped out of my skin. 

"Oh Fuck! What the....." I gasped in surprise and twisted round, choking as the shower filled my open mouth with water. For a fraction of a second I was surreally and acutely aware of the hot shower on my back, the jet playing hard on the crack between my buttocks as I struggled to draw breath into my lungs and blink water from my eyes.

I turned and found myself pressed against a naked girl, or more accurately she was pressing herself against me. 

It took a long moment for me realise that the top of the blonde head I was looking down at belonged to Janice Copman. My head was spinning with questions, what was she doing here, how had she got in, why was she naked, was I actually awake or had I dozed off in the shower?

I genuinely tried to ask all of those questions, "Whaaaaaaa?" I blurted brainlessly. 

Janice laughed, "I guess it's too late to say 'Guess Who?' isn't it." 

I cleared my throat and hoped that my brain would follow suit. "Aaaah em, Jan .... What are you ....?

She laughed again and wriggled against me her munificent breasts squashing against my chest and I could feel her large nipples hard and hot against my skin. "I was passing by and saw the lights on and stopped to see if you or Emma wanted to go for a drink.....the blonde girl let me in and said you were in here alone....now move round a bit and let me under the shower, my arse is getting cold." 

I slid my hands down to cup her round firm buttocks, they didn't seem particularly cold, but I didn't particularly care. I moved round slightly and could see her clothes lying in a heap on the changing room floor. 

"We always seem to end up in the shower, don't we?" she giggled.

"Yeah, nice isn't it." I had got over my surprise, I was perfectly happy having Janice cling to me, we were warm, we were wet and we were both very aware that that combination was causing my prick to harden between us in spasmodic jerks, and I swivelled my hips to allow it to stand upright, pressed against her belly.

She gave a little gasp and pressed her body even closer against mine then reached up and put her arms around my neck. "You still owe me a shag, you know...." She murmured huskily against my throat and pulled herself heavily against me so that I had to lean back against the wall to stop from slipping. 

"I can't have you roaming about saying that I don't pay my debts," I chuckled and twisted her around so that she was sandwiched between my body and the tiled wall. 

My hands slid easily over her water slicked body caressing her buttocks, hips, waist and then over her ribs to cup her beautiful firm breasts. Her aureolas were large and dark and her nipples were big and hard and felt like hot points pressing into my palms. I rolled each between my thumbs and forefingers, gently squeezing and tugging and then lowered my head to take each in turn between my lips, flicking them with my tongue and lapping at the warm shower water pouring over her breasts. She gave a series of throaty moans and I felt her hands running up and down my back finally locking around my waist hugging me tighter to her and felt the pressure of our bodies start to squeeze a pearl of pre-cum from my swollen glans. 

I raised my face to hers and our lips met, not gently but urgently; hungrily taking pleasure in a hard, long crushing kiss, our tongues thrashing and roiling as they twirled in their sensual dance like lusty pythons. 

Janice shifted slightly so that she could raise one leg and curl it over mine and I felt the heat and softness of her pussy as she slowly humped against my thigh the still hot shower water making it easy for her to slide up and down against my taut leg muscle. She was moaning softly into my mouth and her tongue was caressing mine, slowly in time with her thrusts against my leg. I slid my hand down over her stomach and belly until my fingers found the small patch of soft curly thatch and my finger tip slipped between her pussy lips and found her clitoris, a hard oily nub protruding from beneath it's hood, already aroused by the friction against my thigh. My first touch dragged a deep gasp from her, which subsided into a low shallow ululating moan as I rolled her butterball beneath my finger, stroking and gently nipping it between finger and thumb, until she was suddenly panting and gasping and clasping at the back of my head pushing her fingers hard into my hair and dragging my face down close to hers.

"Oh God, Jamie.... I think I'm going to cum .... Aaaaah! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" She pressed her face hard into my throat and at the same time jammed her pussy onto my thigh, it felt hot and wet and was quivering against me as she jerked and writhed, riding the wave of her orgasm, her thighs clamped hard around mine. Holding her whilst she orgasmed was so totally erotic that I completely lost control and suddenly felt my erection jerking and pulsing as I shot my load violently over her stomach and belly to be immediately washed away by the hot water of the pounding shower.

"Oh fuck...I just came so quickly," she panted, "it's your fault for making me wait so long for a shag."

We clung to each other for several long minutes not saying anything just panting against each others throats and gently sliding our hands over each other's wet bodies.

"You bastard Jamie.... " she tried to sound angry but she was laughing, "You made us both cum but you still haven't shagged me.... not properly.... that's cheating." She reached down and gently stroked my softening dick. "If we stay in this shower we are both going to shrivel up like prunes, have you got a towel?" 

I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower and grabbed a couple of large bath towels from the staff laundry rack and tossed one to her, using the other to scrub at my hair. I watched her body as she stood with both arms raised drying her hair with the towel. She was about 5' 6", with a neat figure, her breasts were full and round, with large brown crinkled aureolas and nipples which were firm and prominent even before being aroused. Jan's body was what you would expect for a professional rider with a narrow waist and a stomach firm with muscle and a horsewoman's strong muscular thighs and calves. Her buttocks were rounded and firm and looked as taut naked as they did encased in her skin tight riding breeches; hers was definitely a very memorable arse. She was a true blonde and the small nest of creamy yellow pubic hair masking her pussy was short and curly and really soft. 

I thought that she was wearing her hair slightly shorter than when I last saw her, when I had first turned and discovered her behind me in the shower it had been pulled into a short pony tail but at some point had come loose and was now hanging loose, slightly less than shoulder length. Her face was attractive with a wide mouth, blue green eyes, and an open friendly smile. I genuinely, really liked Jan, she was fun to be with, open and bluntly honest about her feelings and I found her very alluring. She was one of Emma's oldest friends and they had become very close again recently. I had fancied her no end when I was about sixteen, but had never done anything about it then, and our recent efforts towards shagging each other always seemed to get thwarted somehow. 

"Stop day dreaming about my body and come and dry it for me," she laughed and threw her towel back to me. I didn't need to be asked twice and although it was a bit late for even false modesty, twisted my towel around my waist like a kilt and stepped in close and started to lightly rub her dry working from the top downwards. It was oddly erotic massaging her breasts, feeling the soft fullness of them through the thick soft towel and when I moved the towel down to her ribs I could see that her nipples were hard and standing out and brought my lips down to cover each in turn sucking them into my mouth and gently nipping the hot little buds with my teeth. 

She moaned and placed her hands firmly on my shoulders and pressed down, urging me to move my lips over her stomach and firm rounded belly following the towel as I continued to dry her hips and thighs until my face was brushing against her furry thatch and I dropped the towel and grasped her buttocks to pull her pussy against my lips as I knelt on the floor before her.

"Oh God, Jamie... Oh fuck, that feels lovely..... Aaaaaaah!" she gasped loudly as the tip of my tongue found her clit and flicked and licked around it in small firm circles. It was hot and engorged already and protruded enough for me to gently nip at it with my lips, causing her to cry out again and jerk her hips, thrusting against my face, coating me with her warm pungent juices, the exotic scent of her womanly odour filling my nostrils.

I looked up at her face. Her mouth was slightly open and I could see the pink tip of her tongue as it moistened her upper lip, her head was thrown back and she was panting softly.

"Jamie... you need to shag me Jamie ... you really, really do... PLEASE!" 

I was more than ready, my prick had long ago gone to action stations, and I raised my self up until I could press my lips to hers and for a few seconds we simply clung to each other our mouths writhing wetly and our tongues wrestling, and then I took her hand and led her through the door into the staff rest room. 

The old staff room had been completely refurbished as part of the garden centre expansion at Easter and the new facility was complete with tea and coffee making equipment, a small Baby Belling cooker which could be used for snacks or lunches, a new table and chairs and a large old fashioned settee which we had brought down from one of the spare rooms at Maggie's house. Until Josie had pointed it out to me a few days previous, I had not realised that it was what they used to call a 'Day Bed'; the right hand arm could be lowered and the settee could be used by ladies who wanted to lay down to rest in the afternoon without having to undress, they were apparently very popular in the 1920's.

I found the concealed lever and let down the arm, then pulled off my towel and spread it over the soft cushions of the couch.

"Wow, that is neat," Jan giggled. "Ooooooooh, so is this!" She added chuckling. My erection was brushing against her thigh and her hand came down to grasp it firmly, and it was my turn to gasp with anticipation. 

She lowered herself back onto the couch drawing me after her using my prick as a handle to pull me over her, until I was kneeling between her thighs, her knees bent and resting on my hips and her heels against my buttocks. Her pussy was raised up, pink and open and glistening with tiny pearls of moisture just waiting for me and I seriously wanted to be pushing into her but she was still grasping my rigid tool and controlling the action. 

Janice's firm rider's hand was wrapped tightly around my dick, and she began slowly pumping up and down, I could feel it starting to swell in response as she squeezed harder when her fingers reached the highly sensitive ring at the base of the tip; this was the second time that she had given me a hand-job and her technique was fantastic, my whole prick was tingling and my glans felt swollen and ready to explode and I was gasping with pleasure. Her hand moved slowly and firmly up and down for what seemed to be an eternity, the pleasure getting more and more intense, but she skillfully managed to avoid bringing me to climax. I didn't want it to stop but I could feel that familiar tingling in my balls that heralded the need to ejaculate soon. 

She seemed to sense it as well, "Don't you dare cum yet ... you need to shag me ... I want you to shag me!" 

She knew that I was trapped, my arms were rigid on either side of her head supporting my weight and she had me firmly by the cock, if I had tried to move I would have collapsed heavily on top of her or fallen off of the narrow couch. 




The Touch Ch. 29



Her hand stopped moving and I felt the moist heat of her pussy as she guided the tip of my erection into her vagina with two strong fingers. With a load groan I thrust hard into her slamming her back onto the couch.

"Oh God, yes!" she panted giggling, "I thought you were never going to fuck me .... I've been waiting for weeks!" 

Her legs locked around mine those powerful muscles propelling me further into her encouraging me to thrust harder and faster until we were bucking and thrusting at each other, totally abandoning ourselves to our lust and sensual needs. My whole world seemed to be centred on the pleasure centre that was my tingling, throbbing prick, ramming over and over deep into her hot wet depths, a tight, pulsing tunnel of liquid heat.

Our faces were only inches apart and we were panting and moaning into each others open mouths, incoherent, lustful, vulgar encouragements, each of us spurring the other on until suddenly Jan threw her head back and let out a single long, ragged scream. "Aaaaaaah!"

I felt her hands grasping, clawing at my buttocks trying to pull me harder into her and I used the whole power of my own legs to make one last violent thrust, driving deep into her until my swollen glans must have been rammed against her cervix, and I felt the walls of her vagina seem to ripple and pulse around me, coating my prick with a her hot juices as she reached her orgasm. I was no more than a second or two behind her, my own climax felt like the bursting of a dam as I released what seemed to be a massive flood of jiz to mingle with her already flowing juices. 

"Oh God!" I gasped breathlessly. "Oh fuck... Oh fuck!" she panted in unison. 

I collapsed slowly onto her as my arms started to quiver and refused to support my weight any longer. We lay together like that, my half limp dick still inside her until we started to catch our breath, if I was crushing her she didn't complain and in truth it didn't really cross my mind. 

I brushed my lips across hers in a light affectionate kiss. "You are absolutely awesome, Jan."

"That was good, wasn't it?" she laughed, then slapped me hard on the arse, "You bloody well made me wait long enough for it!"

It was a warm evening and neither of us was cold as we lay naked cuddled against each other on the couch just talking quietly about nothing in particular. But my stomach was starting to grumble, I hadn't eaten since Grace had brought me a plate of ham sandwiches at lunchtime, and sex always made me ravenous. 

"I'm starving," I said eventually, "do you want to go somewhere for something to eat?"

"I thought you would never ask," she chuckled. "I was on my way into town for supper when I stopped off here... so I think you owe me a burger at the very least."

We got dressed and she waited for me in the yard whilst I did the rounds to make sure that everything was safe and secure, finally I locked up the office block, and then joined Janice by the Land Rover. She had cycled down from the stables and so I put her bike into the back of the car, I would drop her off home after we had eaten and then bring the Land Rover back and collect my moped. 

We drove out to the Funky Chicken diner for burgers and coffee, Dillon's 'Captain America's Beef-burgers' were definitely the best in the county and as usual the place was quite busy but that night there was nobody present that either Jan or I knew. I used the place quite frequently and so had come to know Dillon passing well. He was about fifty-five, very tall and thin with a greying Zapata moustache, a real left over hippy from the 1970s who always wore hippy style flowery shirts and flared trousers beneath his spotlessly clean white aprons and reckoned that he had learned his cooking skills working diners whilst trekking across the United States in the 60's and 70's. 

He came over and sat with us for a few minutes. "Hey man, I've been thinking about flowers," he slurred. I had never known Dillon to drink but I knew he was partial to the old 'happy smoke', or maybe after years of smoking weed he just slurred all the time. "Do you want to brighten this dump up for me? Put up some baskets of flowers, and do some pots and things out the front?" 

"Sure Dillon," I grinned, "I'll come over in day light and talk about what you want and give you a quote. I'll even give you a discount if you let us put up one of our advertising plaques, you know 'Floral Displays by De Veres' "

He happily agreed and wandered away to talk to other customers and Jan and I sat quietly laughing into our coffees. Dillon was weird but I quite liked him and his food was fantastic. 

"That has just reminded me .... I have a message for you," Jan said. "from Philippa. She wants you to drop in to see her sometime to discuss doing some gardening work around the stables and her house."

"OK, that's good; tell her that I'll call her later in the week to fix up to come over and see her." There could be another major landscaping job on the Shelby estate if it worked out well as there were considerable gardens at the big house which were pretty run down and would need a lot of work.

"Mmmmm, having you working about the place could be handy ..... especially if I need a shag at short notice," Jan added, giggling. 

I drove Janice back to the stables and pulled into the lower drive by the main gate. I put my arm around her and we sat and snogged for several minutes.

"I had better go," Janice said eventually, "I've left one of the new stable girls to do final checks on the horses and I had better go round and make sure that she has done everything, I didn't intend being away this long."

"Jan...." I started. There was no commitment between us, we weren't going steady or anything but I never knew what to say when parting from somebody you had just been intimate with.

She held up her hand to stop me, "It's OK Jamie, don't feel that you have to make promises you can't keep .... If you don't find me then I will come looking for you.. OK?"

"Yeah, that's good Jan," Girls seemed to be far better at getting to grips with these things, I leaned over and kissed her again, "You are a terrific girl... you know that?" 

"Oh, one other thing," she added seriously, "I don't think we need to mention your shagging me tonight to Emma, do you?" She grinned mischievously, "She is my best friend and I shouldn't tell you this, but she has a serious case of the hots for you and unless you get around to screwing her soon, I think she will either explode or go animal and rape you!" 

"Jan!" I exclaimed, "You can't say things like that ... Emma is my sister." I was genuinely concerned that Janice was aware of the issues that I was having with Emma. I was prickly hot and knew that I was blushing but I also knew that the cause was not disgust with Jan for suggesting I had sex with Emma, but was embarrassment with myself because I found thinking about it a total turn-on.

"So don't get caught, and don't get her pregnant," she chuckled lewdly, "I know Emma's on the pill, she's told me..."

"Has she also told you the rest of that stuff? I asked worriedly.

"She didn't need to... I'm her friend.. it's bloody obvious, and don't lie and tell me that you haven't noticed for yourself."

"You don't seem to think that it would be wrong for Emma and I to... well you know... have a sexual relationship..."

"Personal morality is something you need to decide for yourselves. Emma is a grown woman, a totally sex starved grown woman, probably a virgin to boot, and that is a very dangerous animal." She laughed, "Besides I would only be concerned if you started shagging her and stopped shagging me.... as long as I continue to get my share of you Jamie Riley... it's all fine by me."

She opened the car door and jumped down onto the drive, blew me a kiss and then banged the door closed. I got out and fetched her bicycle from the rear lifted it over the locked five bar gate then watched her as she hopped over the stile by the gatepost and pushed the bike up the dark driveway until she emerged safely in the lights of the stable yard. 

By the time I had driven the Land Rover back to the garden centre, got my Vespa out of the locked tool shed and collected my biker's jacket and helmet from the locker room it was nearly eleven and so I filled the staff room kettle and made myself a mug of instant coffee and took it outside as the evening was still warm. 

I had to smile to myself; that evening had almost been a déjà vu experience it was only a few months ago that I had shared a fuck with Debbie in the old staff room and we had ended the evening at the Funky Chicken too. I hadn't heard from Debbie for a while, it would be really handy if she and Joanna wanted to come back to work at the garden centre during the summer holidays.

I sat for an hour or so on one of the benches with my coffee just smoking and reflecting on the day's events and my time with Janice that evening. We had had a bloody marvellous fuck and I liked spending time with Jan but what she had told me about Emma left me with some serious concerns; my sister's teenage crush on me was getting to be a serious problem but worst of all just thinking about it had given me a serious hard on and that WAS a serious worry.

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Addendum

To the reader

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The Touch Ch. 30



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

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Part 30: Of Pony-tails and Haircuts

I was showered and dressed on Wednesday morning before Emma and Gwen were up, started the breakfasts and took both of them a cup of tea in bed. We all had breakfast together. Gwen didn't need to leave for work until eight as she was going to be lecturing at Swindon Hospital for the rest of the week and would not be back until Saturday morning. I had told Emma that I would drive her into the garden centre that morning as there were a few things that I wanted to do in the office before Maggie picked me up to go to our meetings in town.

Gwen was dressed in one of her new working skirt suits, a really smart tailored blue pin stripe which hugged her figure and her honey blonde hair was tied back in a short pony tail with a matching blue ribbon bow. She was no longer drinking as much as she had after Dad left or eating as much hospital snack food and was a lot happier with her life; as a result she had shed a quite lot of weight and it was really now very obvious that she and Maggie were twins, they were probably now about the same dress size, although Gwen was still slightly fuller in the breasts and hips. 

Emma went out to wait in the car and I quickly drew Gwen into the hall out of sight so that we could share a parting embrace and kiss. I held her close, pressing her tightly against me, my hands on her rounded, firm, buttocks, whilst we whispered our good-byes. She always had the ability to arouse me instantly and even though I knew that we could not stay like this for more than a few minutes my prick began to swell in my trousers in response to the nearness of her body and her warm breath on my neck. 

"You had better go," she whispered, "before your sister comes looking for you... I will see you at the week-end, OK?" I reluctantly parted from her and went out to the car.

Emma and I spent a really constructive hour going over the work schedules, the available manpower, the jobs in hand and those that had not yet started. She had not been idle since Monday and had telephoned both of the 6th. former students who worked Saturdays and during school holidays, Veronica and Greg, who had both agreed to do some extra hours at the Garden Centre for the rest of the week, as they were in revision time for their exams and not at school. 

With the extra help at the centre she was happy to let me assign Steve and Dennis to help Kitty with the rockery job we had started the day before on Wednesday and Thursday's tasks were all assigned out, which meant that I could plan to spend the whole day working at Caroline's house on Friday. The summer house that Caroline had chosen was being delivered and put up by Waltons on Friday, they were an old fashioned long established company who always did their own erection work but I wanted to be on site in case there were any issues and to get the gardening work started again. We were both happy that we now had all the work covered satisfactorily, but I asked her to place a couple of adverts in the local press for additional experienced staff, the business was expanding so fast that we desperately needed at least two more full time gardeners, and enough yard and sales staff to cover the summer opening times of 8am to 7pm.

"Thanks Emms," I said giving her a brotherly hug, "I'm sorry about upsetting you on Monday.... You really are doing a fantastic job and I DO appreciate it."

"It's OK," she mumbled and then after a pause, "If you really want to make it up to me, there is something you can do..." she added brightly and turned on her most winning smile. 

"Alright," I laughed, I was glad that we were tight again, it was difficult enough trying to deal with the problems brought about by her adolescent crush on me, I really didn't want our working together to be affected... working with family can have it's own special issues sometimes. 

"It's about my birthday," she said, "I need you to talk to Mum for me...."

"I don't think she is going to forget," I chuckled, "You've been reminding us about it every day for the past month."

"No it's not that," she grinned, "It's just that I think Mum and Auntie Maggie have their hearts set on giving me a big party...they keep dropping hints about who I would like to invite and Mum even asked Janice about who my friends are."

"Well, that sounds good to me .... If the weather continues to be warm, maybe we could hold it outside around Maggie's pool as we did for my birthday?" 

"But I don't want a big party, Jay," she insisted. "What I would really like is to have a simple night out with just the family, You, Mum, Auntie Maggie and Lulu and Luci, just the six of us." She paused and then went on, "I will probably have some sort of 'girly' night out with the twins, Janice, Kitty and a couple of others, a disco or something, before we all go to France."

"OK, if that is what you want... I'll speak to Mum," I told her. I fully understood her feelings, since leaving school neither of us had a large circle of close friends, most of the people we were tight with at sixteen had drifted away to university or no longer lived close by. One of the social issues of living in a military garrison zone was that there was always a high turnover of transient population, friends that you made at school would often only be around for a few terms or a couple of years, or were boarders who led a almost totally separate life to those kids who lived locally. 

"Also..." she added, "It's my driving test in two weeks time, will you take the morning off and come with me? I know Mum would come if I asked her but, I would really like it to be you, Jay."

"OK, of course I will." I was actually relived that she had asked me as Gwen had a meeting that day and was worried that Emma would feel let down if she wasn't able to support her by being there. "Only.... You must let me take you out to lunch afterwards."

"Only if I pass the test."

"Then I'll book a table NOW.... You WILL pass, no problems." I really was confident that she would pass first time, she had been practicing a lot with Mum in the evenings and at weekends and Maggie and even Janice had taken her out several times and her instructor agreed she was ready. Lunch seemed to be a good opportunity, when she would be in a good mood to try and have a talk with her about the situation that was developing between us....if I could work out some way to do it without upsetting her.

I started towards the door and she stepped up behind me, slipped her arms around my waist and gave me a tight hug. I could feel her small breasts pressed against my back and her face laid on the back of my shoulder her breath warm and arousing on the back of my neck. 

"Thanks, Jay." She said and released me. "You had better go... Auntie Maggie will be waiting for you."

I shrugged into my jacket and was just walking up to the side gate as Maggie drove down the back lane from her house in the Range Rover. I climbed into the passenger seat and Maggie leaned over to present her cheek for me to kiss. I touched my lips to her cheek briefly and my nose filled with the heady aroma of her herbal shampoo as her neat pony tail flicked softly across my face, it was very similar to the one that Gwen used, and that perfume had always exited me for as long as I could remember. Even as a child I had loved the scent and feel of my mother's and my aunt's honey blonde hair and as an adolescent had fought major battles with myself to control the urge to touch their hair when I was close to them. 

As usual she looked terrific, that morning she was wearing a plain grey knee length jersey pencil skirt which hugged her thighs and had ridden up over her knees as she operated the driving pedals exposing her shapely calves, her knees and a good six inches of black stocking encased thigh; her top was a simple black silk camisole beneath a short grey marl tweed jacket with three quarter sleeves, she looked smartly casual and very sexy, and I felt my self becoming mildly aroused again. 

Our business meetings that day were necessary rather than formal and I had put on a pair of biscuit coloured chinos, a plain black shirt a beige linen jacket and slip on leather loafers. 

Maggie and I had a lot to get through during the day and so we had booked ourselves out of the office for the whole day; Emma had a rough schedule of where we would be if she urgently needed either of us in an emergency. Although most of our appointments were to do with the Garden Centre business changes and finances, our first call of the morning was to a competitor, Manor Farm Nurseries, which was located to the south of the city near the village of Odstock a short distance from the Salisbury District Hospital where Gwen was based. 

Manor Farm Nurseries were not a serious competitor; they were really an old family farming concern now owned by Basil Day and his daughter Maureen. Maggie told me about them as we drove across the city. The Day family had been the owners of Manor Farm since the turn of the last century, but the land was sequestered by the army during WW2 and afterwards had been sold off a few acres at a time to meet rising costs and now consisted of just the farm house and the nursery venture started by Basil in the 1960's as the farm declined, plus a fairly successful mushroom farm and small holding managed by his widowed daughter, his son had left home at eighteen to be a policeman and was now serving with the Metropolitan Police in London. 

I had only met Basil the once, at our gala opening day, and remembered him as a big surly man in his sixties with a bushy grey beard, a gravely voice and the handshake of a Cornish wrestler, plus a reputation locally of having a short and very hot temper. He had called Maggie earlier in the week and had asked her to drop in to see him at his nursery, his reputation for being aggressive had worried me a bit and so I had suggested that we should go together. I didn't really believe that he would be unpleasant to a woman but he was to some degree in competition with us and was rumoured to be in financial trouble and I was bit worried that he blamed us for his business decline. 

When we arrived I found the nurseries to be not at all as I had envisaged; there were a couple of acres of very tidy and organised cloches, two large growing tunnels and a large forty foot greenhouse, old but well kept, I could see the farm house some distance away up a dirt track and beyond that the plastic sheen of three sizable mushroom cultivation tunnels and a couple of arable fields. 

An old cow byre had been converted into a shop displaying potted plants, sacks of late bulbs and market garden produce, everywhere was very clean and tidy and the building had received a fresh coat of paint recently. There was an old drab khaki, army radio van standing to one side with the wheels removed and the axels supported by old railway sleepers; the word OFFICE was boldly stencilled on the side. There were no other cars in the gravel car park and so we parked and walked up towards the truck. 

Basil must have been watching us as he suddenly stepped out from behind the office van as we approached. He was even bigger than I remembered, probably about 6' 6" tall and weighing in at around 18 stones, without a visible ounce of surplus fat. He was dressed in a ancient, faded pair of blue dungarees, an old fashioned collarless shirt, and an army surplus, leather sleeveless jerkin. He strode towards us and shoved out his massive paw, shaking hands first with Maggie and then myself. 

"Better come into the van and sit down....Maureen will make a cup of tea if you want one."

His daughter Maureen was a slightly smaller female clone of her father, she looked about mid forties, but was probably younger. She was a big boned woman; certainly taller than me she looked more like a man than a woman, dressed in a mans chequered shirt and khaki bib and brace overalls, boots and wearing a matching leather jerkin to the one her father wore. Her face was very plain and dark with the permanent weathering common to most outside workers, and her mousey hair was prematurely streaked with grey and tied back in a long untidy plait. 

She shook hands with Maggie and myself and smiled warmly, her smile softened her whole demeanour and I liked her instantly. We all sat down around an old desk that took up much of the interior of the van.

"Has my Da got around to tellin' you what he wanted to see you about?" Maureen asked. 

We both shook our heads, I was certainly still a bit puzzled about the reason for the visit. 

"Oh Da!" she said, "I told you to tell 'em when you 'phoned...we don't want to go wastin' their time now, do we?"

"I been talkin' to Jack Forester your nurseryman, we're old mates see..." Basil started, he seemed reluctant to get to the point. He paused, took a deep breath and then went on, "Truth is see; I'm shuttin' down the nursery in September, Maureen is goin' to be carrying on with the small holding but I've sold the rest of the land and I'm goin' to be retiring, and Jack reckoned that you might be interested in taking my growing and seed stock....I don't want to see my years of work just ending up on a compost heap see." 

Maggie never even hesitated. "I'll take whatever you have whenever you are ready to get rid of it..... your plants have always been the best quality... just name your price."

"I weren't lookin' for money see...although I reckon it would come in right handy... I would just hate to see years of bloody hard work developing quality plant stock goin' to waste and I knows that you and Jack would see it put to the best use."

Despite his reputation Basil was amiable if somewhat reserved and by the time that he and Maureen had given us the guided tour of the nursery and small holding I was in total agreement with Maggie, his stock plants for cuttings, rooting and seed stock were excellent and were obviously going to meet with Jack's approval and so I was pleased with the deal we had agreed. I had also taken the opportunity to place a regular order with Maureen for three specialist varieties of mushrooms and seasonal asparagus for the farm produce shop. A couple of customers had driven into the car park and so we all shook hands and Maggie and I went back to the car and turned back into Salisbury.

"Those growing tunnels and cloches are nearly new.... if Basil wants to sell them in September, what do you say that we put in an offer? We could reassemble them in the back field, perhaps?" Maggie suggested. "We will speak to Jack when we get back and see what he thinks." I whole heartedly agreed. 

Maggie managed to get parked in Choristers Square, close to the cathedral which was only a very short walk to our first appointment with the company accountants who had chambers on High Street in the same building as the Craven and Olsen, our solicitors and just across the road from our bank.

This was my first meeting with the Garden Centre's accountant, a tall, balding and bespectacled man of about sixty with the unfortunate name of Will Swindell; which he choose to pronounce as Swin-Dell, with the emphasis on the second syllable. He was a very pleasant man who went to great lengths to ensure that I understood each stage of the business that we needed to cover, for which I was heartily thankful. The Garden Centre accounts were all in order but, it was a requirement that as a new director making a capital investment into the business, I should be guided through the audited accounts for the last three years. To my surprise, although the process took the best part of an hour I found that Mr.Swindell not only made his presentation understandable to the lay-man but actually quite interesting.

At the end he presented me with a copy of the statement of accounts and I was required to sign a note of acceptance to say that I had read and understood the financial position of the company. 

"That is it, all done!" He announced cheerfully extending his hand to both of us, "I hope that we shall continue to have a long and profitable association. There is just one other thing.... " he added grimacing, "I have been advised that you are to receive a visit from HM Customs and Excise, the VAT Inspector," he added for my benefit, "nothing to worry about, perfectly routine when a business makes the transition from sole ownership to a Limited Company.... I will let you know when they have given me a date; we can meet with them here in my office to examine the accounts, but be prepared that they may also wish to inspect your premises."

We still had an hour to kill before our meeting with Georgia Craven and so we strolled arm in arm across the road to the Costa Coffee Shop at the Old George Mall. Costa coffee was one of my favourites and the only time that I enhanced my coffee with a splash of cream, Maggie, Gwen and I nearly always took our coffees strong and black. We both ordered pastries and sat at one of the small two seater side tables, there wasn't much room and Maggie's knees were dovetailed between mine beneath the table; she didn't seem to notice that our calves were gently rubbing together. 

I really cannot remember what we talked about for the next 45 minutes, I guess that it was just chit-chat about work and local news but I do remember the sensual touch of our legs and that our finger tips kept lightly touching across the table, intimately emphasising conversation points. For me, it was great just having Maggie to myself for the day, I had it all mapped out in my imagination, after we had completed our meetings we both had some shopping to do before closing time and then I intended suggesting that we stayed in town and had dinner together somewhere, make a real quality time day out of it. 

We walked back across High Street to the solicitor's chambers and were immediately shown into an impressive conference room by the receptionist. The inside of the room retained a lot of the original Regency features and the panelled walls were painted a restful pastel green with the moulding picked out in white and gold and the Jacobean moulded ceiling was sky blue with white detailing.

The only furniture in the room was a long Georgian style mahogany table around which were twelve matching chairs, and a beautiful 18th century sideboard in contrasting veneers on which were a number of legal magazines. The table was arranged with document folders before five seats at one end and a silver tray containing a crystal decanter of water and five cut glass tumblers. There was a state of the art star-fish shaped telephone conferencing unit in the centre of the table and a crystal bowl containing a number of plug-in ear-phones.




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"Ms Craven will be with you in a few minutes," the receptionist told us. She was an attractive brunette, probably about my age, with a slim figure but quite generous tits and a round firm arse and hips, wearing a beige knee length skirt and a plain white blouse, her badge told me that she was 'Lorna -- Trainee Receptionist'. "Would you like a coffee, or tea? There is water on the table." She added smiling at me sweetly. She held eye contact with me until I smiled back. 

We both declined hot drinks. "If you change your mind or want anything at all, I am just outside," Lorna said directly to me and then quietly left closing the door behind her after a final glance back and smile. I noticed that she had dark brown, limpid 'come to bed' eyes.

Maggie and I both stood in silence until we were sure she was clear of the door and then both started to quietly giggle. "It looks as though you have made another conquest there," Maggie chuckled, "just try not to flirt with her when 'Scary Georgia' is around, we do not want her to get all protective again the way she did with 'Miss Thunder-Thighs', you would probably get the poor girl the sack!"

"But I did not do anything! I didn't even ..... " I stopped mid-sentence as the door re-opened and Georgia entered followed by Carl Olsen and another younger man I did not recognise who just nodded hello politely and then took the seat at the head of the table. Carl Olsen shook hands with Maggie and I and took her to one side of the table and Georgia clasped my hand lightly and then to my surprise gave me a swift air-kiss, her cheek and hair just brushing my face for an instant. 

"You get to sit with me," she laughed guiding me to the chair on the other side of the table so that I was sat opposite Carl and she was beside me facing Maggie. 

"Are we are all ready to start?" Georgia opened, "I will firstly apologise that the lawyers present out-number the clients, however there is a very good reason for this." She turned to me to explain, I guessed that Maggie already knew the drill. "Craven, Olsen and Partners are the solicitors acting for both parties in this matter, Carl as you know is Maggie's personal solicitor and I am the partner who normally deals with legal business advice on behalf of De Vere Garden Centre Ltd., but I am also Jamie's personal lawyer," she said to the room in general, laying her hand lightly on mine and I felt her nudge my knee with hers beneath the table conspiratorially. "This could be construed to cause a conflict of interests for the purposes of this transaction, and so I have chosen to act for Mr. Riley today, and have asked one of our associates, Mr. Kevin Scales to act as impartial chairman and adjudicator, if this is agreeable to all present?" We all gave our agreement.

In the end the business was all quite straight forward. Mr. Scales guided us through the formal documents which made me a salaried shareholding director of the company, the values of investments and holdings for both Maggie and I were disclosed and approved and the shareholding allocations and status for we two, Gwen, Emma and the twins formalised. Carl and Georgia spoke to Maggie and myself for a few minutes privately just to ensure that we were both satisfied with the agreement. Contracts were signed and exchanged, Georgia passed my investment cheque to Kevin Scales and we were done; I was now officially a director personally owning something over a quarter of the business, with the formal title of 'Joint Managing Director' a little bonus that Maggie had insisted upon.

We all shook hands formally and then Carl and Mr. Scales made their excuses and left. 

"Well congratulations to both of you," Georgia smiled and hugged both of us in turn. "Will you let me buy you both a cheap pub lunch to celebrate?" We both agreed enthusiastically, and we strolled around the corner to the old Haunch of Venison pub in Minster Street, Maggie clutching my arm on one side and Georgia on the other. This was a completely different Georgia Craven to the one that I thought I knew; she had surprised me the last couple of times that we had met by connecting on a more personal level, maybe even flirting a little, now she was being really warm and friendly, I must admit I was puzzled.

The Haunch of Venison is a very ancient pub which has been a hostelry continuously since the thirteenth century, full of character with oak beams, hidden nooks and crannies and even a mummified hand reputed to be that of a cheating gambler from the 16th Century, still clutching a hand of cards in a glass case set into the wall.

Lunch was excellent we sat at a small round table in the long upstairs dining room, with it's oak beamed walls, strap ceiling and pebble glass lattice windows. Maggie and I both choose the dish of the day, bangers and mash, with garden peas and rich onion gravy, and Georgia ordered the thick cut Wiltshire ham with new potatoes and salad and each of us indulged in a pint of powerful Stowford Cider to wash the food down.

I quickly discovered that we all had quite a lot in common. I already knew that Georgia had a common interest in classical music but I also discovered that she shared a quirky passion of mine that I had obsessed over since childhood; anything to do with Robin Hood. I had a quite extensive collection of books about the English folk hero; I think the classic book 'The Life and Adventures of Robin Hood' by John B Marsh was the first book that I can ever remember buying for myself, I was about eight and discovered a battered copy of the 1904 edition at a jumble sale and bought it for a few pence with my pocket money, and that book started a life long love affair both with the stories and reading. It turned out that Georgia had had a very similar encounter with the legend and we contrived selfishly to bore Maggie for a good ten minutes with facts and stories about our joint obsession.

I also discovered how Maggie had come to know Georgia socially; they both belonged to the same golf club and regularly played in a ladies monthly competition. I knew that Maggie still played golf, and I knew that Gwen used to be her regular partner years ago but had had to give up the expensive membership to the golf club after Dad disappeared.

"Do you play golf, James?" Georgia enquired.

"Yes, sort of..." I replied. "I took lessons through my school until I was about fifteen, but then it rather went by the board. I don't even have a set of clubs anymore." I had really enjoyed golf but as with Mum's club membership, my lessons were a casualty of enforced economies. I had sold my prized golf clubs to buy family Christmas presents the year that Dad left.

In fact at fourteen or fifteen I was quite a good all rounder sportsman, I played rugby, tennis and golf all pretty well, and both Emma and I were considered to be star pupil riders by Philippa Shelby who regularly entered both of us in gymkhanas and junior jumping events, and with Mum's coaching I had started to become an enthusiastic sailor.

"That's excellent!" Georgia enthused, "I will arrange for you to have some refresher sessions with the club professional so that you can get your handicap certificate, and then I will propose you for membership." I started to open my mouth to protest but she just drove through, "No arguments, I insist! Golf is an essential skill for a young man who wants to get ahead... it can gain you valuable contacts, and is indispensable for networking with business associates. Don't you agree Maggie?"

"Well actually, yes I do." Maggie put in. I was trapped. "Besides, I think I could be just the outlet you need to take your mind away from work, sometimes."

I threw up my hands and laughed. "OK then, I surrender! It seems that golf is now on the agenda; but I want it noted for the record that I am not doing this just to please you two, I had already decided to buy myself a new set of clubs, I just hadn't got around to it." It wasn't a total lie, as soon as they had started talking golf the thought had sprung into my head that I might like to play again so I had had the idea in mind for a least two or three minutes.

We all chuckled. "Perhaps you could persuade your mother to start playing again," Maggie suggested. Now there was a GOOD idea. Golf would be something that Gwen and I could do together without drawing undue attention to our covert relationship. I could probably also partner with Maggie sometimes... it was beginning to shape up like a REALLY GOOD idea.

"I saw him first!" Georgia put in laughing, "You know how desperate I am for a good male partner when playing with business contacts." She squeezed my arm and nudged my knee with hers again. "We will work out a time share agreement, James; and let you know who gets to partner you and when," she grinned. She squeezed my arm again, "Trust me; I'm a lawyer." She chuckled. 

We were all laughing when we left the pub. I promised to call in at Craven Manor to see how work was progressing in the next couple of days and then I watched Georgia walk away down Minster Street towards her chambers, she was wearing her usual black pin-stripe business suit, the knee length skirt very tight around her arse and hips, well shaped legs sheathed in black silk stockings and her dark hair loose and ruffled by the breeze. 

Maggie nudged me hard in the ribs with her elbow. "You are thinking very dangerous thoughts, my lad." She chuckled, "Scary Georgia would eat you for supper. In retrospect I think you would be safer trying to date that receptionist; Lorna, wasn't it?" 

She slipped her arm around my waist, hugged me close and then reached up to kiss me gently on the cheek, "Just remember, I have a vested interest in you, Jamie Riley," she teased, "you are not just my nephew, you are now my business co-director as well; if you are going to partner anybody at golf then I think it should be me, I could get jealous, I like having you all to myself."

We both laughed as we started to walk up Minster Street, but her comment about being jealous gave me a tingling feeling in the balls even if it was just a joke. 

Our final business meeting for the day was with the bank manager. I glanced at my watch and was surprised that it was already nearly two thirty, but the bank, Coutts and Company, was only just across the road from where we were standing. It was the first time that I had met the branch manager, Mr. MacDonald, my previous minor personal banking affairs had been handled by one of the assistant managers, but Maggie had always been a substantive client and warranted the branch manager's personal attention. 

Our business was fairly simple, signatures required to confirm the change of business status and name of the garden centre and confirmation that Maggie, I and Gwen would in future be signatories on the business account able to issue cheques and deal directly with bank on matters relating to the bank account. Mr. MacDonald was formal but pleasant and welcomed me as an investing client and made some suggestions how best to handle the balance of my inheritance capital to get the best benefit which advice I was pleased to accept as it was pretty well in line with the guidelines I had been given by Uncle Arthur. Our meeting was concluded in just under an hour and we emerged into the afternoon sunshine just as the bank was closing for the day. 

We both had some personal shopping to do in town but there was no real urgency to get back to the garden centre and we decided to stop for a cup of coffee at the Copper Kettle café just around the corner in Silver Street before splitting up. 

We sat at a window table watching the passers-by and sipping our coffees. "I have one or two errands to do and I have booked to have my hair washed and cut at four-thirty," Maggie told me, "Shall we meet back at the car about half past five?"

"That suits me fine," I agreed. "Actually, I was thinking that perhaps we could stay in town and go somewhere nice for a meal this evening, unless you would prefer to go home first and change?"

"Oh Jamie darling, I am so sorry," she said. "The idea is lovely, but I can't tonight, I have a date .... I am going out to dinner with a guy that I met at the Salisbury Business Forum, he has been calling me for weeks asking me out and I only finally agreed a couple of days ago... I really am sorry."

"Oh right..... that's OK we can do it some other time," I muttered smiling weakly. 

Maggie was going out on a date with a man. I was absolutely floored. I knew that it was totally irrational, I had no claim to her and she was a beautiful and sexy woman who was without a partner, it was natural that sooner or later she would want to date; I just wasn't prepared for it to happen right now, when things were going so well. I had built up a little fantasy around Maggie and this had burst the bubble. I knew that she could sense that I was pissed-off, it must have shown on my face, but I tried hard to conceal that I was actually completely devastated.

The next five minutes before we left the café were a bit uncomfortable, I genuinely did try hard not to show my true feelings but I felt surly and irritable and that was probably reflected in my face and body language although Maggie was kind and pretended not to notice. I was being a pratt and I hoped that she believed that I was just sulking over having my plans for the evening squashed. 

I watched her turn down onto High Street and then lit a cigarette and walked in the opposite direction, hands thrust deep in my pockets like a kid in a sulk, through Fish Row to Milford Street and Chas. H. Baker the tailors; I had ordered a new made-to-measure business suit a couple of weeks before and had arranged to collect it that afternoon. The suit was even better than I had expected, a charcoal grey wool pin-stripe three piece, with waistcoat and an extra pair of trousers, the tailor had advised ordering two pairs as suit jackets always outlived the seat of the trousers. I purchased a couple of new shirts and ties to wear with the suit charging them to my newly set up 'gentleman's account' and left the shop.

Whilst preening in front of the tailor's mirror I had noticed that I too could do with a hair cut, I always started to look a bit shaggy if my hair was allowed to grow long and resolved to come into town to my barber later in the week, then suddenly realised that the uni-sex hairdressers shop where Sharon Cooper worked was only just around the corner in Winchester Street and that she had told me that she cut men's hair as well as ladies. In the past when I was fed up or depressed good old Sharon had always cheered me up and I needed cheering up now so I walked briskly up the road until I found the short terrace of commercial buildings.

I was pleasantly surprised; the shop was very modern, tastefully decorated with brand new fittings, basins and chairs, and comprised of some six chairs individually owned by self employed hairdressers of whom Sharon was one, there appeared to be three other girls and two guys. Sharon was with a customer but came over and gave me a big hug as soon as I stepped through the door.

"It is so good to see you, Jamie," she beamed. Her pleasure was so obviously genuine that just seeing her made me feel a bit better immediately. "Are you just passing, or have you come to see me?"

"Actually I was hoping that you might be available to give me a haircut?"

"Oh Jamie, I'd love to," she smiled, "BUT, I am fully booked today until nearly seven o'clock.... Unless you feel like coming back then... the shop will be closed and I will give you a haircut for free and even throw in supper if you feel like risking my cooking?"

"That sounds really great," I enthused, "But why don't I cook for you... you will have been working all day, I'll accept a freebee trim if you let me bring the food and cook the supper in exchange?"

"OK it's a deal, I'll see you this evening," she smiled, then reached up and gave me a kiss lightly on the lips, "It really is fantastic to see you again, Jamie."

I walked back into town, calling in at Pritchett and Son, the butchers, in Fish Row to buy four really nice lamb leg steaks; I remembered Sharon telling me some time in the past that she was fond of lamb. By the time that I got back to the car I had also collected, some sweet potatoes, red onion, rosemary, a jar of ready made redcurrant jelly, cream and other condiments and a small sack of little Anya potatoes and a couple of bottles of Chianti, not the classic accompaniment for lamb but a good drinking wine which I was sure would find favour with Sharon. 

I put the shopping in the car and then sat on a garden wall and smoked a couple of cigarettes waiting for Maggie. I was actually quite looking forward to spending the evening with Sharon, she was always cheerful and fun to be with and I hadn't had an evening with her for months, she was just what I needed to lift me out of my pit of gloom, a drink and a shag with Sharon had always put the world to rights for me in the past. 

By the time that Maggie arrived I was feeling a little less sulky although my stomach still felt as though it was filled with a massive ball of ice, an almost physical manifestation of my disappointment and jealousy, but I managed to be reasonably pleasant on the drive home.

Maggie dropped me off at the side gate to the garden centre and we exchanged hugs before I got out of the Range Rover and hauled out my shopping. Her hair was not in her usually pony tail but had been let down and bobbed, I didn't like it, it smelled of hair salon perfumed shampoo, I didn't like that either... I loved the aroma of the herbal shampoo that she and Gwen always used, and I loved those little pony tails. 

"Have a nice evening," I said as sincerely as I could manage, although in truth I hoped secretly that her date would be a total disaster. 

"Thank you, Jamie darling," she replied quietly although I thought she looked a little sad, which made me feel a bit guilty, "We will talk tomorrow, OK." That sounded ominous.

She drove up the back lane to the house and I dumped my bags in the boot of my car and then went for a walk around the centre to catch-up with what had been going on whilst Maggie and I had been out. I managed to touch base with everybody who was on duty and nobody had any problems to report, Emma was cashing up the tills preparing to close up for the day, the takings were good and she told me that she would be going out with Janice that evening and would probably sleep over for the night.

I noticed that the large consignment of Rhododendron and Azalea bushes which I had ordered for Craven Manor and another landscaping job we had taken on at an office block, had been delivered and had been neatly laid out in rows at the edge of the back field. I didn't really want to talk to anybody and so I collected the delivery note and a cup of coffee from the office and pretended to check the consignment until it was time for me to get the car and drive over to Sharon's place.

I got to Sharon's shop just before seven and managed to get parked almost outside just behind her beige coloured Ford Escort. Sharon's work station was right by the window and I could see that her client was still in the chair, and so I leaned on the car and smoked a cigarette until the lady left and then went in. 

Uni-sex hairstylists were still something of a novelty in Salisbury in 1989, which is a rather conservative, army orientated, city at any time; generally men went to a 'barber shop' and women enjoyed 'hair and beauty salons' and most men believed that 'never the twain shall meet'. I know that most of my mates would see having a girl stylist cut your hair as a gay 'poofy' thing but I was confident enough in my own sexuality not to have even thought about it. 

"Hi," I said after we had hugged briefly, holding up the bags of groceries, "What should I do with these?"




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"I'll take them upstairs to the kitchen .... Sit in the chair and I will be back in just a minute." 

Sharon returned, threw a nylon cape around my neck, and then stood immediately behind me and put her hands on my cheeks turning my face so that we could both see the sides and front of my hair in the mirror over the big basin. Her generous breasts were pressed firmly into my neck cushioning the back of my head in her cleavage; I guessed she wouldn't normally do that for her lady clients. Our eyes met in the mirror and we both smiled. My bout of the miseries was already starting to evaporate fast. 

"I think you should wear your hair a little bit shorter," She said very professionally, "it is naturally wavy and quite thick... and I think we will give it a more modern shape at the back, who has been cutting it for you...the butcher?" She ran the fingers of one hand, claw-like, gently across the top of my head making my scalp and bollocks tingle, "I will leave just enough on top that the girls will be able to get their fingers into it!" She laughed. 

"That sounds great." Right then she could have done anything she liked to my hair, I didn't give a rat's arse; she was really turning me on. I had always thought the old Sharon 'The Bike', that I had periodically shared a shag with in the woods behind the golf course was sexy, but this new confident, self assured, Sharon was more than that... she was alluring and sensual.

"OK, let's get you washed first," she said and swivelled the chair, reclining the back so that my head hung over the wash basin and I was staring up at the ceiling. "Close your eyes unless you want to get soap in them."

I closed my eyes obediently and felt the warm water from her spray play over my hair and scalp and then there was the coolness of the shampoo gel, followed by her fingers massaging my hair and head, gently probing through my wet hair the tips of her fingers caressing my scalp, her finger nails sexily scratching very, very lightly. It was relaxing and erotic and seemed to go on forever, much longer than I would have expected for a normal hair wash. This was the first time that my hair had been washed by a woman since my mother had bathed me as a child and I decided that I liked the experience. I remember feeling amazed that a simple hair wash had given me an instant hard-on.

The warm spray ceased and I felt her strong hands pressing the surplus water out of my hair and then her breast was pressed against my shoulder as she leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. I thought she probably didn't do that for her lady customers either.

"All done. You can open them now." The chair back was returned to the upright position and she turned me to face the mirror again. Her reflection was smiling happily at mine. "We'll get you cut and dried and then we can eat, OK?"

I don't remember much of the cutting, just the feathery touch of her fingers and the occasional brush of her breasts again my shoulders as she moved around me, snipping and combing at the sides, back and top, until finally she seemed satisfied with her art and gave it a few passes with a hair-dryer. She produced a hand mirror so that I could see the back and sides and I had to admit that it looked good, better than any hair cut I had ever had from old Mr. Beasley at the City Barber Shop, and he didn't have her sparkling green eyes or soft tits. 

That was the most erotic haircut of my life. My hair looked good, my scalp still tingled from her touch and she had given me an erection. I decided there and then that nobody but Sharon would ever cut my hair again in the future, and I was certain that I would now need a trim at least every couple of weeks if not more. 

"Come on," she said beckoning me to follow her across the shop, "I'm starving and I am dying to show you my new flat." She locked the door to the shop and threw a switch cutting of the salon power then led me to a staircase at the rear which climbed to the flat that she rented above the shop.

I really don't know what I had expected Sharon's home to be like but I was quite surprised. The front door at the top of the stairs, led straight into the main living room, and she stood in the centre and spread her arms. 

"What do you think of my little pad?" she asked, pirouetting to encompass the whole of the room.

The room was quite large with two modern double glazed windows looking out onto the street below, there were expensive looking fabric vertical blinds in a cream colour and the windows were flanked by long black curtains. The whole room was very modern and tastefully decorated throughout in black and cream. The walls had been emulsioned a plain magnolia which was broken only by a single black and white photograph in a black bead frame hanging on each of the three inner walls; they were very good enlarged reproductions of old cinema lobby stills, and I recognised pictures from Casablanca, Top Hat and Brief Encounter. The floor was the original deal floor boards which had obviously been professionally sanded and then stained nearly black and polished and there was a single black and white diamond pattern rug filling the centre of the room. The doors were painted cream and the frames and skirting boards were black. 

There was a large comfortable looking white leather sofa and the rest of the furniture was very modern, angular black ash, a long bookcase under the windows, a small round dining table and two chairs and a side unit with draws and cupboards and a stereo record and cassette player. It was good quality pre-packed furniture, not terribly expensive but it looked very smart and classy.

"Wow! This is really fantastic," I enthused, and meant it. Her face lit up with a big proud smile, I thought she really looked happy these days.

"I'll lay the table and you can get busy with whatever you intend to do in the kitchen...it's through there..." she pointed to an open door, "If you need to pee the bathroom is at the top of the stairs to the left..." she indicated a narrow staircase in the corner of the room.

I went into the kitchen and started to unpack the bags. "Can I scrounge some bits from your fridge?" I called to her.

She poked her head around the door. "Of course, use what ever you like.... Sorry about the mess in here.." she added, "I only had enough money saved to do the sitting room and bedroom, so the kitchen and bathroom are still much as they were when I moved in."

The kitchen really wasn't that bad. The units and the cooker were a bit old and worn but the fridge freezer was new as was the washing machine and the whole kitchen was spotlessly clean and the walls and ceiling had been given a recent coat of white emulsion. 

I put the little Anya potatoes in a saucepan to boil and simmer, then seared off the lamb steaks in a pan, whilst I scraped and then thinly sliced the sweet potatoes and some red onion into a roasting dish with a couple of spoonfuls of olive oil and put them into the oven. Once the lamb was sealed nicely on both sides I glazed the steaks with some of the redcurrant jelly and then added them to the dish, sprinkled on the rosemary and some freshly ground black pepper. 

I quickly made one of my 'cheat' desserts; chopped strawberries from the farm shop in an instant packet mousse made with cream instead of milk and put them in the fridge to cool.

It was a simple and tasty supper which would be on the table in about twenty minutes. I uncorked one of the bottles of wine and went back into the living room.

Sharon had obviously gone upstairs but had laid the table with a dainty white embroidered table cloth and two place settings of white china and plain glass goblets. I poured two of glasses of the Chianti and took one and explored the room, curious about her choice of music and reading. I had known Sharon for years, I knew something of her sad life history, we had often had a drink together at the King's Head pub and if I was feeling randy and she was lonely we would then go somewhere for a quick 'knee trembler' shag, I genuinely liked her, but we had never really talked and a I didn't know much about her personal likes and dislikes and she was several years older than me. 

Most of her books were coffee table illustrated volumes about classic films and film stars, at least that was one interest we shared, and there were a few show biz biographies and romantic novels, but she had two complete shelves of fashion or professional hair and beauty magazines, all pristine and obviously prized. Her records and cassettes were mostly 70's and 80's pop and rock, Rod Stewart, Queen, Spandau Ballet, Sting and the like, with a smattering of soul and easy listening. 

I was drawn to a couple of small framed photographs on the small occasional table at one end of the sofa. One was of a younger Sharon with a middle aged grey haired man in a suit and the other was more recent and made my mouth drop open with surprise.... It was a photograph of me. More exactly it was one of the photographs that had appeared in the press following the re-launch of the garden centre and had originally been a group with Maggie, myself and Jack. Sharon had obviously ordered an enlargement from the press office and had trimmed the photograph so that it became a portrait of me. 

"I meant to hide that.... You weren't supposed to see it." I hadn't heard Sharon return until she was right behind me. I felt her arms slip around my waist and her breasts were pressed tightly against my back, warm and soft through my shirt as she laid her cheek against my shoulder. It was too late to pretend that I hadn't noticed the picture but decided not to ask about it. 

"Who is the guy in the other photo?" I asked, mainly to deflect any embarrassment she might be feeling. 

Sharon hugged me a little bit tighter. "That is my lovely, lovely Roy," she disclosed a little sadly. "We were together for nearly two years.... I was eighteen... he was forty, and married of course... but we had lot of good times... and then he died... a heart attack, very sudden." I felt rather than heard her take a deep breath, "Do I get a glass of that?" She asked, suddenly her usual chirpy self again. 

She released me and I turned to face her. She had changed out of the jeans and t-shirt that she had been working in and put on a dress, it was the first time that I had ever seen Sharon in a proper dress. It was really modern with a black layered bodice and very thin shoulder strings and a tulip shaped skirt of red with bold black spots, like a ladybird; she looked cute and very sexy. She had touched up her make-up and brushed her long flowing hair and with her bright green eyes sparkling I thought that she was looking really classy and attractive these days. In the old days Sharon had always been a bleached blonde and worn her hair almost down to her waist; she had now let it grow out and her real light brown hair was shorter and streaked golden blonde, it looked great.

"Oh God, Sharon... you look terrific..."

She didn't say anything just stepped forward and reached up to put her arms around my neck and pull my mouth down to hers, our lips meeting in a soft rolling kiss, the tips of our tongues just lightly touching. I was very aware of her fulsome breasts pressed against me and instinctively reached up to cup them lightly through the fabric of her dress, she didn't object. She was already making me horny again and I could feel the stirrings of an erection. I knew that I had every intention of shagging with Sharon if she wanted to, but I could smell those lamb steaks were about ready to eat and the wine and sexual arousal was making me hungry.

"Supper should be ready in a few minutes," I said breaking gently away to hand her a glass of the wine. 

The meal went really well, Sharon enjoyed the food and seemed to be very impressed with my cooking. 

"That was the first time that a man has ever cooked dinner for me, or any meal at all actually," she said smiling, "it was so much nicer than a bag of fritters from the chippy...." That was the only reference that either of us made to the way that Sharon's life had been in the past, and the casual liaisons with younger boys, of which I had been one.

We shared the chore of washing up, Sharon was for leaving it until the morning but I insisted on getting it done, and then we took the remains of the second bottle of Chianti through to the sitting room and she dimmed the lights and put on a soft background music record, James Last I think. I sat on the sofa and Sharon curled up on the floor her cheek resting on my knee and we chatted about nothing of any importance, mutual acquaintances, old films, favourite actors, and drank and smoked, for an hour or so until the wine ran out and it was dark outside. 

Suddenly she seemed to be very unsure of herself and twisted round to look up into my face. "Will you stay with me tonight if I ask you to...." She whispered, her face held a slightly wistful look and her eyes were pleading, "It has been such a wonderful evening and I don't want it to end, or to be alone tonight."

"I'd really like that," I said gently.

She stood up and took my hand and led me across the room to the staircase and then up to the next floor. There were three doors leading off the corridor, the nearest was ajar and was obviously a further flight of stairs to the top floor. "That is the bedroom," she said, indicating a door on which was mounted a large red and white, metal NO ENTRY road sign, the pedestrian version showing the figure of a man blocked by a crossed circle. "It's a sort of personal joke reminding me that I don't do that anymore," she chuckled. 

"Do I need an entry permit?" I teased gently. 

She ran the finger tips of one hand lightly down the front of my shirt in a sort of affectionate caress. "No," she smiled, "You get a season ticket..... come on, I'll give you the free tour of my secret hideaway." She took my hand and led me through the door.

Her bedroom was the exact opposite to the living room, it was pretty, feminine and fussy, in pale pink and white, dominated by a double bed with a white enamelled old fashioned wrought iron bed-head and a thick soft duvet and pillows, pink with frills and delicately embroidered flowers matching the curtains at the window. The duvet was turned back and the bed looked soft and inviting. 

One wall was completely taken up with a run of floor to ceiling wardrobes with sliding doors which had obviously been fitted years ago, but recently repainted satin white and decorated with good quality decals of pink and white roses which exactly matched the bed cover and curtains, I guessed from the style they were all from Laura Ashley. The floor was covered with a plain pale pink fitted carpet and the only other furniture was a white, kidney shaped dressing table with mirror, a stool with a pink velvet seat and a small pink and white fabric tub chair occupied by a large pale blue rabbit stuffed toy. Unlike most girl's rooms that I had been in it was almost completely void of clutter and very neat and tidy.

Sharon turned and looped her arms around my neck and hauled herself close up to me and presented her lips for a kiss. Our lips met and the kiss was firm and long and a bit tentative at the beginning but after a few moments she seemed to relax and her tongue started to respond to mine and pushed into my mouth, flicking and darting over my tongue and teeth. 

Although we had had sex together several times over the years it had always been a quick shag, outside somewhere, standing up, without any real fore play or kissing, except for that last time back in September when she had gone off like a rocket and now the feel of her tongue in my mouth and the memory of that wild, energetic shag was enough to cause my prick to stiffen in my chinos and I ground my hardness against her soft belly, clutching her rounded buttocks and pulling her tight against me.

Our mouths broke apart, both panting lightly, although I continued to press her body to me, very aware of her chest heaving and rubbing those fantastic tits against me. She kicked off her shoes and I suddenly realised how tiny she was, probably less than five feet tall in her bare feet, my chin rested comfortably on the top of her head as she nuzzled into my shoulder.

"Please Jamie, be patient with me," she whispered. "I haven't done this with anybody since... well, not since that last time that we...... and I have never brought a man into my flat before." Her breath was warm on my throat and her long blonde tinted hair had a pleasant perfume, something slightly floral but exotic, lotus blossom maybe. "I haven't made love to a man.... Not properly .... Not really making love like we both meant it... Not since Roy," she added, "But I want to with you." 

I didn't reply, I just hooked my finger beneath her chin and raised her lips to mine again and we kissed gently and tenderly for a few moments. I held her like that, standing at the side of her bed for a little bit longer and then brought my hands up, running them gently over her waist to rest lightly cupping her breasts.

"I really do want to make love to you, Sharon," I breathed against her ear, "Not just sex... more than that..."

My fingers fumbled briefly behind her until I found the zipper at the back of her dress and slowly drew it down, then thumbed the narrow strings from her shoulders and eased the top of the dress down to her waist. Her hands joined mine to push the waistband over her hips until the dress dropped to the floor and she could step out of it, and stood before me in a black embroidered low cut bra and matching bikini panties. 

She looked good, really sexy and desirable, her breasts were generous but her waist was narrow above wide hips and slim shapely legs, I remember that I noticed her feet were very small, her toes tiny.

Her hands moved to my waist as I tugged my shirt over my head and she flipped the waist button of my chinos and slowly pulled down the fly zip, whilst her lips fluttered across my chest leaving a trail of little moist kisses. I helped her to push the waistband over my hips and shrugged and kicked my way out of my trousers and shorts, and leaned back to pull off my socks. My erection was swinging hard and ready between us the tip bumping across her belly. There was no shyness, there was too much history between us for that.

Our lips met again in a slow hard, lip mashing kiss, and I felt her reach around to unfasten her bra and pull it from between us so that the pliant softness of her breasts pressed against me and I could feel the warmth of her small nipples as they lay against my ribs, and lowered my head to kiss those smooth heavy globes and gently lick at the small hard nipples. 

I pushed my finger tips into the elastic waistband of her knickers, pulling it away from her body and unhurriedly sliding them down her thighs and calves until she could step out of them, all the time tracing a thin damp line from her breasts to her navel with the tip of my tongue and then up again. My hand found and covered her pussy, my fingers exploring the dark, furry, softness of her bush, her slit felt warm and wet and open and my finger had no problem locating her clit. 

Sharon gave a small moan deep in her throat as my finger pressed and rolled around her small firm butterball and her hips jerked, causing my erection to slam against her belly leaving a small bead of pre-cum smeared close to her navel. The tip was only inches from her pussy and almost instinctively I grasped her buttocks and raised her up onto her toes until it touched her clit. 

Her hand came down to rest lightly on my prick, not pushing it away just holding it still. "Please Jamie.... Not like this," she whispered urgently, "please take me to bed... I want you to make love to me properly... please!"

I suppose that standing there was a little bit like those 'knee tremblers' in the woods that she wanted to put behind her. A half step brought the back of my knees into contact with the edge of the bed and I sat down, drawing her after me until we were lying full length, Sharon on her back and my leg crooked over hers my erection throbbing against her thigh. I raised myself onto one elbow and gave her a soft lingering kiss on the lips and then trailed my finger tips down her body, pausing to gently knead one nipple and then massaging lightly over her ribs and belly finally letting my hand rest over her pussy without penetrating.




The Touch Ch. 31



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

Sorry about the delays between releasing the last few chapters. The text for this story was written over a number of years and includes many small mini chapters and journal style handwritten entries which need to be sorted into chronological order, modernised and edited, before being released. Chapters 30-32 have taken even longer than usual as some sections had become totally misplaced.

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Chapter 31: Experiences with Customer Relations

I was up, dressed and ready for work shortly after five-thirty on Friday. I wanted to make an early start at Caroline's house, I knew that she would still be in London and I was not going to be making enough noise to disturb her next door neighbours whose house was a good thirty yards away. I had decided to skip breakfast but had made myself an extra flask of coffee and would probably get something to eat later.

It had rained heavily again for a couple of hours during the night and the early morning was overcast with dark grey clouds scudding across the sky towards the channel. The forecast was for a mostly cool, dry day, with a cold north easterly wind and it definitely felt a lot less warm than it had on Thursday, I was glad that I had chosen trousers instead of shorts that morning and had tossed a sweatshirt onto the passenger seat of the van, I might need it later in the day. 

Memories of Maggie's naked body and our moonlight nude swim together still haunted my thoughts so that even at that time of the morning I was drifting in and out of being half aroused by my own imagination. I had lusted after my aunt for so long that I just could not get past the memory of her soft breasts against the skin of my chest when she had playfully lunged against me in the pool, my erection trapped between us and how I had rabbited and uncontrollably ejaculated onto her naked belly. Now, in retrospect I recalled vividly that the tip of my rigid prick had been only an inch or two from her pussy.... If she had bounced just a faction higher........?

The most remarkable thing was that Maggie knew what had happened, how could she not? She had seemed totally comfortable with our being naked together, with our physical contact and swept aside my embarrassing wet horniness with one of her gracious smiles. The main thing was that we were tight again; my stupidity over the last couple of days had not damaged our relationship, in fact in some convoluted way it may even have brought us closer or moved our level of intimacy up a peg. I felt that we had moved completely away from being aunt and nephew to being very close and special friends, although I wished that it was more...much more. 

I suddenly realised that I was turning the van into Caroline's driveway. My obsession with women and my continual state of near arousal was getting out of hand again; I really could not remember a single thing about the drive across the city from my house. Even at five-thirty in the morning there were commercial vehicles on the road, and I had crossed two busy major roads without noticing, it was downright dangerous. I got out of the van and poured myself a cup of coffee, lit a cigarette and sat on the garden wall to organise my thoughts. 

In just the last few days I had shagged three different women. It had been like that since last autumn; I certainly wasn't complaining, in fact, I was beginning to feel like the luckiest man alive, they had all been lovely and they had all been willing partners. I was living in penis heaven.

Additionally; it was a fact that a ridiculously high number of the women that I encountered in my daily routines seemed to come on to me or hint at favours pending. Even Georgia Craven had made a couple of oblique remarks recently which I was not sure were jokes or not, and Maggie and I had become increasingly very affectionate and tactile. My sister's romantic crush was starting to be a serious concern and a few weeks ago I had become my mother's lover for God's sake. 

At times since last September I felt it was as though I was irresistible to some women and could sexually arouse others with a touch. The first few months after my curious dynamic seduction of Alice I even had fantasies that my new found sexual prowess was caused by some mysterious external agency; some sort of weird motivator perhaps, which had made me able to influence the sexual desires of any woman that I choose. I had even experimented with looking for a special physical 'touch' which would turn a woman on or make her more amenable to seduction; at times I really believed that it worked.... I was not sure that I totally disbelieved that theory even now, but in reality it was more likely that I had just been lucky finding erogenous zones in my fumbling. 

After being chatted up by a couple of girls, total strangers, in the pub one night Dennis had nudged me and said. "Pheromones, matey...that's your problem!" I still had no idea what Pheromones was, I had meant to look the word up in Gwen's medical dictionary but had never got around to it, if I did have it... was it infectious... and what did it have to do with women being attracted to me? The word seemed to ring a bell somewhere deep in my memory... something to do with frogs I thought!

Meanwhile I kept making an analogy to Ann Jellico's bitter sweet comedy play 'The Knack and How to Get It'; it had been made into a film back in the sixties with Ray Brooks as the irresistable lover, Tolen. I had seen both the play and the film a couple of years back at the revival theatre in Bath, and the Tolen character seemed to parallel my own ability to attract women, except that Tolen deliberately set out to seduce any girl that he encountered, with me it just seemed to happen, but in the end he couldn't explain why he was so attractive to women any more than I could. 

I ground out the cigarette butt and buried it in the shingle with the toe of my boot. I had spent enough time day dreaming, and so took my gear from the van and unlocked the gate leading to the rear garden. Everything was as I had left it on Tuesday, the over night rain had moistened the ground which suited my purposes admirably, I much preferred to lay lawn turf onto damp soil, it encourgaged the grass roots to immediately start spreading downward seeking water. Most of the gardening tools that I would need had been stored in Caroline's little shed for days including the light weight roller, but I had brought a turf cutter and edge trimmers, and a small petrol driven strimmer. 

Some gardeners simply put down turf in a patchwork but Maggie had taught me always to try and lay the rolls in straight columns, and down the longest length of the area to be covered if possible. My own favourite method was to use a 8' length of 1" x 4" timber as a straight edge and start at the centre of the garden and work outwards to both sides so that any turf that needed to be cut was at the extreme edges. 

Laying this lawn was going to be a bit more complicated than some as not all the shapes for the flower beds had been finally approved by Caroline. She was not, in my opinion, a difficult customer but she wanted hands-on involvement with the designs, which I actually found refreshing in a client, but was a bit difficult to plan work on a day to day basis. The central lawn was an irregular shape flanked by curving flower beds and would be crossed by a stepping stone path of inset hexagonal flags, but the turf needed to go down if the project was to be completed on time, and so I decided that it was better to lay the turf a bit large and make cut outs later that try to infill around the difficult shapes. In the end the base designs for the garden had been mine and so any minor problems were self inflicted. 

I started by unrolling a single strip of turf roughly centrally down the full length of the garden and then once I was content that the sections were straight moved on to laying the next strip on the left side. I needed to leave the other side of the garden until the erectors had been and put up the summer house as I didn't want anybody trampling across the turf for a couple of days. By the time that Waltons turned up with the sectioned summer house at eight-thirty I had completed laying out nearly all of the left hand side of the lawn and was glad to take a break, hauling the rolls of turf into place and then crawling on hands and knees to roll them out was back breaking labour. 

Waltons were an old established firm whose garden buildings and furniture were top of the range and they always insisted on doing their own deliveries and erection work, but gave a 25 year guarentee on the product. I spent ten minutes with the foreman making sure that the order was correct and that he was clear about the exact requirement for the erection and hooking up to the electrical cables that Steve had put in. Caroline had choosen an eight foot traditional timber and glass summer house and had been very precise about exactly which way the door and tiny porch should face. There were four men in the team and they estimated that without any issues they should be finished in about three hours and so I decided to get out from under their feet and drive over to the garden centre for some breakfast.

Everything at the centre was running smoothly, we had a really good team who all knew their jobs and could be trusted to work unsupervised for the most part. Maggie and I would never, ever, have dreamed of trying to tell Jack how to manage his greenhouses and growing beds, that part of the business virtually ran itself under his experienced supervision. Emma ruled the office and sales team with a rod of iron but they all adored her. 

Maggie and Emma had interviewed and taken on a friend of hers from college, a very butch girl named Tayler Pope, who was to help Emma in the office and answer the telephone and it was planned to have her trained by the time my sister and aunt went to France, which was a great weight off of my shoulders. She was due to start work on Monday. 

I had initially thought she was a strange girl, she was twenty-two, seriously overweight with bright green, short cropped hair, and dressed like a punk, with quite a lot of pierced jewellery which she had agreed to leave off at work. She was apparently the star student on the business management course and fitted our requirements even if she was a bit odd. I had only met her once in the college canteen and to my surprise I really liked her; she had a similar warped sense of humour to my own and seemed a fun person. Emma could still be a bit temperamental over girls that I came in contact with and I strongly suspected that she had been keen to hire her partly because Tayler was overtly gay and proud of it.

On Friday morning Maggie usually spent time in the office with Emma going over the weekly accounts, and I found that there was already a stack of delivery notes and invoices on my desk to be initialled before payment. I went through them quickly and passed them back to Emma and then suggested that the three of us should go down to the restaurant for breakfast. I knew that Maggie seldom had more than a cup of coffee in the morning and Emma would not have bothered to make herself breakfast as I had already left for work.

"How long have you got, Jay?" Emma asked me as we left the office.

"Oh, I probably don't need to get back to Bishopsdown for a couple of hours."

"Why don't we use the time for the weekly team meeting?" She suggested to Maggie who nodded agreement, "I'll find Jack, Josie and Grace and we can all have breakfast together." My sister had changed from being a total slob to one of the most dynamically organised people I knew in just a few months.

Maggie and I commandeered one of the larger tables in the restaurant and asked Grace the catering manager to join us, whilst Emma fetched Jack and Josie. Whilst everybody enjoyed their coffees, teas or breakfasts we all briefly went over the key business events of the week. We normally tried to have one of these informal get-togethers weekly but we had all been so busy that we had not held one for a couple of weeks.

The catering side of the business was a real success story, the restaurant was busy from eight-thirty to five-thirty, six days a week and in less than two months was already starting to move into profit. Our liquor and music licence had been granted and Grace had received the first booking for a private evening function in the restaurant in June. She and Suzan also made the most superb celebration cakes, with lashings of fresh cream and fruit, both for the restaurant and to order which were proving to be another real winner. 

Maggie and I went over our meeting with Basil and Maureen Day and let Josie know that Manor Farm would now be a regular supplier of mushrooms, asparagus, celery and some specialist vegetables to enhance our normal produce from Mark Dwight. The farm shop was becoming really popular and gaining a quality reputation so that customers were now coming from far afield to buy our produce; Josie had formally been made up to shop supervisor and now worked full time and dealt with all the ordering of supplies. Mark was enthusiastic to step up the supply of the general fruit and veg and was happy that we out sourced for any other produce he could not provide and we had started to stock high quality imported fruit, oranges, grapefruit, bananas and the like. 

"So did you persuade old Basil to let us have his plant stock, then?" Jack asked. 

"Yes, it's all agreed," Maggie told him, "Jamie and I also talked about buying his growing tunnels and cloches when he ceases trading in September and expanding our growing area onto the end of the back field..... if that meets with your approval, of course." Any expansion would mean extra work for the nursery team and needed Jack to be on board for it to succeed. 

"Well I wouldn't have suggested takin' his stock if I didn't want it...." He said trying to scowl and hide his real pleasure at the idea. "and it will need to go somewhere now, won't it!"

"Great, we'll get together and sort out what needs to be done," I said, "There will have to be water and electricity laid on." The extra yield in home grown stock and seed would more than justify the cost.

"And we shall need to find you another experienced nurseryman to take some of the load." Maggie added. Jack had only one experienced nurseryman, Graham Young and a trainee, David Woodman on his permanent team, they were both working out very well but were at capacity already even with Kitty, Maggie and myself helping out to cover days off and holidays.

"Of course you will...I'm getting' too old to carry you lot on my own," Jack drawled grinning, "but you two 'ent bein' that bright this mornin' are you?" He watched our puzzled expressions for a couple of seconds, I could see the others smiling at his teasing. "I already decided who I want see...." He paused for dramatic effect, "Basil Day is goin' to have bugger-all to do in the autumn, he's a bloody good nurseryman, too good to put out to pasture... beside which he's a mate... we wuz at school together and served in the navy together during the war."

"Well if you are sure..." Maggie answered, and I nodded just following on, Jack was right about Basil's skills and he had certainly seemed too fit to want to retire, and I guessed that the money would come in handy if they had cash flow problems. 

"Yes, I am... you two silly buggers should have spotted that opportunity for yersel's, I don't know how we'd manage if I wasn't here to do all yer thinkin' for yer. Just don't you go off talkin' to Basil about it just yet and pissin' him off... leave that to me and he'll come along, willin' and meek as a little lamb," he laughed. Jack was usually right about most things he chose to speak up on, he liked to play the country yokel but he was shrewd and he knew his trade inside out, Maggie and I were usually happy to defer to his judgement.

Jack was now in his middle sixties and Maggie and I had been dreading the prospect that he might want to retire soon, he bluntly refused to talk about the idea, but Maggie had spoken to his wife about it at the Gala Day. "You let him go on 'til he drops dead.." she had said. "He's happier at work than anywhere else and I don't want the grumpy old sod under my feet all day!"

"There is just one other thing..." Maggie added, looking at Emma, "...if you can make some time in Dennis's work schedule; I noticed last night that 'The Casa' could do with a coat of paint, and the pool side shower needs repairing," she squeezed my leg beneath the table and then kept her hand resting on my thigh. She didn't look at me but I could feel my face starting to blush and tried to cover it up with a feigned sneeze, screening my face with my handkerchief. "It would be nice if he could fit it in before the twins get home in a fortnight."

We split up and went back to work and Maggie walked back to the van with me and helped load up the planters that Caroline had picked out and Jack had now planted up with fuchsias, primulas and lobelia ready to be stood out on site, I had decided to take them now rather than drive back for them later.

"When Kitty gets back this afternoon with the pick-up will you ask one of the lads to load up and bring that lot out to me," I asked indicating about two dozen shrubs that I had picked out for Caroline's garden, Buddleias, Azaleas, Hydrangeas and some evergreen Euonymus and a dozen mid-sized holly bushes and trees.

"I'll do better than that," Maggie grinned. "I'll bring them over myself, I haven't got anything special on this afternoon and I would like to see how the job is progressing."

It was almost ten thirty by the time that I got back to Bishopsdown and was pleasantly surprised to discover that the Walton's team had almost finished erecting the summer house and were just finishing off fitting the guttering and cleaning the glass. The pretty little building looked really good, Caroline had chosen a plain varnished teak finish with a green felt roof and sitting on the attractive sandstone colour flagging base it brought real character to the garden.

It took me about another two hours to clean up after the erectors and rake over the ground that had been trampled where it was necessary for them to walk and work and then unload the containers and place them out where I thought they looked most effective; Caroline could decide if she wanted them moved when she came down from town.

Maggie arrived at about two-forty five just as I was starting to roll out the third strip of turf on the summer house side of the garden. We had a walk around the garden so that she could have good look and then I fetched my flask and a couple of cups from the van and we sat on the steps of the timber decking patio and enjoyed a cup of coffee and a cigarette. 

"The project is starting to look good," she complimented me. "If I stay and help you we can get the rest of the lawn finished this afternoon and Caroline should be really impressed when she sees the progress.... When is she coming down to Salisbury next?"

"To be honest, I'm not really sure," I replied. "I spoke to her on the telephone on Tuesday and she said that she was very busy with some business deal and may or may not be down at the week-end. She is starting to press me again to go up to London and look at the roof garden job, I guess I will need to try and fit that in next week some time." I added.

"You just be careful up in the big city at some horny woman's apartment," she chuckled slipping her arm through mine and hugging it tightly against the side of her breast. "I'm still not sure that I trust you around Miss Thunder-Thighs; she hasn't got a roof-top pool as well, has she?" I knew she was teasing me and guessed that I was going to have to put up with swimming pool jokes for some time.




The Touch Ch. 31



"I wish there was one here...I would drop you in it..." I laughed. 

"Which reminds me," she went on, "were you aware that Kitty is in training for the charity marathon at Bournemouth in June?" I shook my head. "I have told her that De Vere Garden Centres Ltd. will officially sponsor her, she did very well in the London Marathon earlier this month....in the first fifty!" 

"I know; it cost me over twenty quid in sponsorship money," I grinned. 

"If you agree I think we could give her a bit of extra slack time to train.... Oh, and I have said that she can use the pool before work in the mornings to work out," she chuckled. "So I don't want you cavorting about up there in the buff upsetting the girl...she is in serious training and you know what they used to tell us girls at school -- sex will ruin your hockey."

"Maggie...that was just..... you know that I wouldn't...." I stuttered before I realised that she was teasing me again.

"I know," she grinned hugging my arm tight to her again affectionately. "That doesn't mean that WE can't do it again sometime, it was fun." 

I could feel the worm starting to wriggle in my trousers at the thought of swimming naked with Maggie again and knew that I had to move before I said something stupid again. "We had better make a start on this lawn..." I prompted.

We finished our drinks and then made a start on the remaining turf, still laughing and teasing one another. The day had now turned much cooler and the low grey clouds held the promise of imminent rain and so we concentrated on getting the grass laid as quickly as possible and with both of us on the job we had the rest of the lawn completed by about five o'clock, it had not yet started to rain and so we spent another hour cutting in the shaped edges around the flower beds. 

Maggie poured us each another cup of coffee and we stood on the raised decking to survey our work. Now that the grass was laid you could see the sweeping curves of the flower beds and even I was pleased with the way that my design had turned out. Garden landscaping is a peculiar art, often what looks good on paper doesn't always translate in practicality. 

"I will give you a hand to unload the plants from the pick-up and then I had better get back to help Emma close up," Maggie said. Friday night was usually 'girls night' when Maggie and Gwen got together for the evening and went to the cinema or for a meal, but with Gwen working in Swindon she had arranged to go out somewhere with Emma instead. 

"Better still, why don't you take the van back to the yard and I will keep the pick-up and unload the shrubs and maybe get some of them planted in?" I suggested, "I intended working on for another hour or so anyway."

We swapped car keys and I moved my satchel with my flasks, sweatshirt and shoes into the pick-up and then walked out onto the road to wave as she drove off.

I unloaded the decorative bushes which Jack had prepared for me, each with a good root ball in a Hessian sack of moist soil, ready to plant in and propped them up in the approximate places that were indicated on the design drawings. These would be the basis of the perennial back ground features of the flower beds and although quite small at the moment would fill out through the summer months and hopefully be very impressive in a couple of years. 

The holly bushes and trees were intended as something more than just decorative although I am personally quite fond of holly, if the green and variegated varieties are mixed they make a very pretty evergreen hedge particularly when the clusters of red berries are in season. 

Caroline had shown some concerns about security at the far end of the garden as there was a public foot path the other side of the fence and so I had come up with a green solution to the problem. I intended planting the five holly trees, spaced out along the inside of the fence with the seven lower growing bushes interspersed between. In about a year they would have grown into a fairly dense prickly thicket which was attractive from the garden, easily maintained and a seriously good deterrent to anybody thinking of climbing over the fence. An added bonus was that neighbourhood cats would seldom jump into a holly hedge, not twice at least!

Additionally, Steve had put in electrical cables to the shed, the summer house and patio areas and a security light with movement detector had been fitted to the shed angled to cover the back fence. I made a mental note that if Caroline did not come down that week-end I would use my keys to get into the house and switch on the power, now that the summer house lighting was connected up and the circuit safe. 

Once holly plants get bigger than a couple of feet they become a bit difficult to handle and so I changed my polo shirt for the thick sweat-shirt and pulled on a pair of heavy duty work gloves and managed to get the prickly bushes and trees down to the end of the garden without getting too many scratches or pricks. Plants that prick, scratch or sting seem to have a life of their own and can seek out even the smallest exposed area of skin. 

The strip had already been broken up with the rotavator and was quite soft and as it was only just after six-thirty and there would be light for another couple of hours at least I decided to start digging the pits and plant in the bushes and trees before leaving. 

I completed putting in the bushes, laid the weed suppressant webbing around and was raking the woodchip base over the bed when I picked up the distinctive roar of Caroline's Lotus Elan at the far end of the road and a few seconds later heard gravel crunching and scattering as the car came to a skidding halt in the front drive. I was glad that I had pulled the pickup down close to the garden gate as the truck would probably have been covered in stone chips. The car door slammed and I saw lights come on in the house, firstly the kitchen and then the bedroom and guessed that Caroline had gone straight into the house. 

I glanced at my watch, it was now close to eight o'clock and I decided to call it a day and so gathered up my tools and locked them in the little shed and then made my way down to the outside tap to wash my hands and boots. By the look of the sky there was rain imminent and so there was no point in getting out the garden hose to spray the newly laid turf, or water in the holly hedge and so I considered myself done for the day, tossed my wet boots into the rear of the pick-up, changed into my old deck shoes, poured a cup of coffee and sat down on the steps of the wooden decking outside of the French windows and lit a cigarette and took a few minutes genuine pleasure from surveying the fruits of my labours. The project was really starting to come together and was looking good, I hoped that Caroline would be as pleased as I was when she saw it. 

The pleasure was short lived. I could hear her talking animatedly and shrilly on the telephone and then the light came on in the room behind me and I heard the key turn in the lock, the doors of the French windows open and soft footsteps on the decking.

"I hope that I am not paying for you to sit on your fucking arse smoking all day!" Caroline snapped at the back of my head. 

She sounded really pissed off and snotty and took me by surprise. I turned to face her and for a moment just sat with my mouth hanging open from the shock at her outburst, and felt my cheeks starting to colour, not so much with embarrassment as with anger. 

She stood just outside the open doors wearing the same mid-thigh length kimono style robe, of yellow and peacock blue silk that I had seen before, she had obviously stripped off as soon as she got into the house and the robe had been hurriedly pulled on and was open a few inches at the front giving a view of her deep cleavage and the plump V of her Mound of Venus, scantily covered by the small triangle of a cream and white lace G-string. Her long bottle blonde hair was abnormally disarranged although her make-up was perfect as usual and she was bare footed. I remember thinking that for an almost chubby girl she had small pretty feet. I think that her anger had made her oblivious to the sexy picture of undress that she presented to me. 

"Well... are you just going to bloody sit there?" Her voice had a brittle quality and her temper had brought the normally veiled hard Essex accent to the surface.

I got to my feet and stood facing her, I was getting angry and didn't want to lose my temper or let rip in earnest but I had to make some response if only to save face.

"Caroline .... That is bang out of order!" I said quietly and as calmly as I could manage. "My people have worked damned hard on your garden, I have personally been here today since five-thirty .... How dare you criticise me when you haven't even looked at the garden yet!"

"Don't argue with me.....!" she hissed. She tossed her head haughtily, her hair flowed our behind her in a sunburst of golden yellow and her robe slipped open just a little further allowing me a brief glimpse of the edge of the dark aureola on each heavy breast. She made a small furious figure which was at the same time both amusing and erotic.

I really did not want to fight or argue with her, partly because she was a relatively important client but mostly because I tried never to fight battles when I did not know what it was that I was fighting over.... Perhaps Caroline knew, but I certainly didn't!

"OK....OK...." I said firmly, throwing up both hands palms outwards in a gesture of surrender and conciliation. "I think I had better go now.... We can talk again when we are both a bit less emotional and can be civil to each other." It had started to rain and so I picked up my cup, turned and started back towards the pick-up truck without saying any more or even looking back.

I started the engine and was already moving down the drive when she appeared at the front door; I noticed that she had pulled her robe tightly around her now.

"Come back here, Riley... don't walk away from me.....!" She shouted. I kept driving and turned into the road but I could still see her and hear her as I drove away, "Jamie! .... Come back, Jamie....!"

Her unexpected and unwarranted ranting had really annoyed me. It wasn't the first time that a customer had got shirty with me, it happens in any job... but this seemed somehow on a different level. I wasn't even sure that her anger was directed at me at all, which seemed to make it worse. I guess I was doubly irritated because Caroline and I had seemed to be connecting, becoming quite friendly, she had even taken Maggie and I to a concert as her guests a couple of weeks back. 

"Fuck you, Caroline Bloody Brookes!" I snarled to myself as I hit the accelerator and drove off. I had started to like Caroline, as a person, not just because she was attractive with a great pair of tits and flirted with me outrageously, and so I really was mystified at her attack on me. I wasn't particularly fond of her, I liked her but our relationship was 98% business and so I wasn't hurt or emotionally bruised but she had made me angry and I suppose that I was annoyed with myself for allowing her to do that. 

Everybody else had left long ago when I got back to the garden centre; I parked the pick-up and then let myself into the staff room to shower and change. The telephone had been ringing since I had arrived, the outside extension bell loud and strident but I just ignored it and let it ring, it would not be Maggie or Gwen and I figured that it was probably Caroline calling to give me another earful. It stopped just as I was getting into my car to drive home. 

By the time I got home I had calmed down and resolved that I would probably call Caroline on Saturday morning but unless it was really necessary would not go over...I would make an early start on the driveway at Craven Manor instead. Gwen would be home and I wanted to spend Sunday with her, we had not had much quality time together in the last couple of weeks. I would pick up at Caroline's early in the next week the job was now well ahead of schedule the really hard work already done.

I hadn't eaten and had planned to make a easy supper, maybe an omelette, and listen to some soothing Bach or Mozart but suddenly I felt that I needed company for the evening and so decided to drive into Salisbury and get something to eat then go for a drink at one of the several pubs where I knew friends and acquaintances hung out on Friday nights. 

I quickly ran my pocket shaver over my stubble and changed into a smart red and black striped shirt, a decent pair of grey chinos and fashionable black linen jacket with the cuffs turned back to expose the pale blue silk lining as was the current trend. I picked up my car keys and was making for the door when I heard the sound of a car pulling into the drive. My first thought and hope was that it was Gwen come home earlier than expected. 

I opened the door and immediately saw Caroline's bright yellow Lotus Elan M100 in the drive. I was a bit surprised that she had my home address but I guessed that I must have given it to her or that it was written on some document she had from me. The driver door was open and Caroline was just standing by the car in the rain beneath a small ladies umbrella which was twitching furiously in the breeze. What really drew my attention was the huge dent in the driver's side wing of the expensive sports car, the whole area was scraped down to the bare metal and scarred with streaks of red paint. That probably had something to do with her bad mood. 

"Get in.... I will buy you dinner somewhere." She called. She sounded a lot calmer than earlier.

"No, I don't think so.." I replied petulantly.

"Don't piss about, Jamie.... I REALLY do not want to fall out with you.... I need a friend tonight. Just get in the car...PLEASE!"

I guessed that this was going to be as close to an apology as I was going to get. I seldom hold grudges and anyway I was hungry. I closed and locked the front door and made for the car. She was still standing in the rain but was holding out the car keys.

"Do you want to drive?" she asked. I was tempted; you do not often get the chance to drive a top of the range sports car, but shook my head and walked around to the passenger door. I felt that she was trying to bribe me into being nice to her by letting me play with her expensive toy. 

We were turning onto the main road before we spoke again. "Where to?" she asked, "You know the restaurants around here better than I do.... I'm paying, so pick somewhere expensive with decent food and a good wine cellar." I glanced across at her and there was a half-smile playing across her pouty red lips, but she still sounded a bit tense.

The dashboard clock said that it was close to nine o'clock and so I had to pick somewhere fairly close where we were likely to get a table at short notice. In the end I settled for Squire's Restaurant at The White Hart Hotel in the centre of Salisbury, I had been there before with Gwen and Emma, they offered an excellent carvery and a first class a la carte menu, it was easy to find, easy to park and strangely, although very busy earlier in the evening, tables were often available later.

The short drive into the city was made almost in silence, Caroline chose not to instigate a conversation and I allowed her that privilege until we had pulled into the car park at the White Hart. She stopped and just sat for a moment making no attempt to get out of the car. This angry silence was unlike the Caroline that I had started to know, she had always been a gushing, flamboyant woman full of conversation, not idle chatter, intelligent, knowledgeable conversation. 

"So what happened to the car?" I finally asked, probing gently. The brand new Lotus Elan M100 was her pride and joy, it was not just a very expensive toy it was a symbol of her success, a sign to the world that she had made her mark in her profession. I guessed the repair bill would run into four figures.

"Some fucking idiot rammed me at a motorway service area on the way here!" 

"Oh, God Caroline," I visualised the damage to the wing; the impact must have been considerable. "Were you in the car....are you hurt?"

"Yes, I was in the car, but no I am not hurt....." She released her safety belt and flung open the door, "Come on I need a bloody drink!"

It was still raining and we ran swiftly into the hotel foyer. She stopped me just inside the door with a hand on my arm, she seemed to have instantly recovered her poise now that she was in the public view.

"Are we friends again now?" She switched on her bright, pouty Marilyn Monroe smile.

"Of course," I replied. I hadn't fully forgiven her yet but I was working on it. I never could hold a grudge where attractive women were concerned. Especially when I was starving hungry and she was offering to buy me dinner.

I guided her through to the restaurant and the Maitre d confirmed that he could seat us in about 15 minutes time and so I ordered drinks, a large vodka and Russian for Caroline and a straight whisky for myself and we sat side by side in comfortable club chairs in the restaurant lounge bar. . It was the first real chance that I had to appraise how Caroline looked that evening. She was wearing a plain black off the shoulder cocktail dress of what appeared to be a very fine lightweight satin, with a fashionable layered bodice held up by a single thin strap around her neck and short mid-thigh length straight pencil skirt hugging her rounded hips and thighs, finished off with delicate black patent evening sandals. Her long blonde hair fell in a well brushed cascade over her bare shoulders and her make-up as usual was immaculate, her full lips painted a vivid red which glowed against the whiteness of her skin and the contrasting black outfit. 

She twisted around in her chair so that her legs were tucked up, revealing the whole length of her smooth thighs where her skirt had ridden up almost to her buttocks and exposed the faintest glimpse of black panties when she moved. Her elbows were resting on the arm of the chair and she leaned over towards me the plunging neck of her dress exposing her deep cleavage and emphasising her heavy breasts. Caroline had always been a somewhat flamboyant with her body language and liked to give any watching males a bit of a vicarious thrill with a flash of thigh or bosom.

"Thank you for coming with me, Jamie," she said smiling, running her hand lightly down my sleeve. She took a deep breath and then added, "My garden DOES look fantastic.... I had a walk round whilst deciding if I wanted to chase after you....it looks lovely.... even in the rain." She seemed to be slipping back gradually into her bright, gushing, tactile self.

"I am so glad that you like it.... I really hoped that you would," I was already starting to warm to her again and relented my earlier decision. "I can call in for an hour or so tomorrow morning if you want to look at it together and give me your opinions?" I suggested. "But I need to get to another contract later."

Squires Restaurant boasted a small and traditional a la carte menu but the food was always first class. To my surprise and joy we had been seated at the famous window table with a view to the courtyard flower garden, reputed to have been the favourite table of both Charles Dickens and Mark Twain who stayed at the White Hart regularly in the previous century. The courtyard and garden was always immaculate, they had their own gardener. Basil Day had supplied the seasonal plants for several years and I hoped that the contract would pass to us in September and made mental note to speak to Maggie about it. 

Caroline seemed a lot more relaxed and much happier, and ordered the rack of lamb, whilst I chose the fillet steak medallions, and we shared the seasonal vegetables of the day. She insisted on ordering the wine and selected two bottles of the expensive 1985 Chateau Rajas Cote du Rhone Cuvee Syrah Reserve, a highly recommended red which I had not previously tried. The meal and wine were excellent and by the time that we had finished our main course and ordered desserts and Caroline had insisted on a bottle of white dessert wine, there were only ourselves and one other couple left in the dining room. 




The Touch Ch. 31



I let Caroline drive the conversation at her own pace, mostly we discussed her garden project, she genuinely did seem pleased with the progress so far and then moved on to her plans for a roof garden at her flat in London's prestigious St. James Park area and I finally let her pin me down to driving up to London the following Wednesday to take a look and give her an estimate for the roof garden design. 

"Come up in the morning, we can look at the roof, talk about designs and then maybe get lunch somewhere," she suggested, "I may need to fly out to New York that evening and so we need to do it early in the day."

I finally raised the subject of her motor accident again.

"It was just bloody stupid.." she told me calmly, "I was pulling out of the service station and this fucking pratt in a red Jag hammers straight into the side of me from out of nowhere!" She took time to pour another glass of wine and then continued. "In the end silly old sod took total responsibility...turns out he was talking to the woman in the car with him, he just didn't see me," She gave a small ironic laugh, "How can you miss a bright yellow, stationary Lotus Elan? " 

"Was anybody hurt at all?"

"No, but we had to wait almost an hour until Thames Valley Police turned up to take statements and make out an RTA report for the insurance claim. At least my car was drivable his was totally immobilised. We exchanged details, he is sales director of some sort of agricultural machinery company... he said his name was Bob Gregory or something... the arsehole actually tried to hit on me whilst we were waiting for the police, would you believe!" 

"Oh, my God!" I blurted out totally unintentionally, and then added quickly to cover up my surprise, "How terrible." 

She had got the name wrong, a red Jaguar, on the motorway to London on Friday evening, it wasn't Bob Gregory... it had to be Ben Gregory, Maggie's estranged husband, 'Ben the Bastard'. I took genuine spiteful pleasure in knowing that he had smashed up his precious car. I wasn't going to say anything to Caroline and I would decide later if I told Maggie, but I knew that the twins would think it hilarious when I told them.

"That wasn't the worst of it..." she added with an irritable edge to her voice, "When I eventually got home and telephoned my insurance broker he said he could do nothing about the claim until Tuesday because he was planning to have a couple of days holiday..... my firm puts a million pounds worth of business through him every year ... and he wants to take a fucking holiday, won't even make a couple of 'phone calls when I need him!" 

Late on Friday evening I could see both points of view but I suspected that there was an insurance broker somewhere whose business was about to take a turn for the worse. I now at least knew why she had lashed out at me; the anger was probably the after effects of the adrenalin surge following the accident. Like most work-a-holics she had difficulty understanding that not everybody was committed to their work 24/7, I guess that I was probably the same much of the time. 

By the time we had finished our dessert of poached pears in champagne; demolished a good portion of the cheese board and moved on to coffee and cognac, I realised that she was quite a gourmet and a seriously energetic eater and drinker. I had consumed only two goblets of the excellent red wine plus a small Remy and felt fine, but Caroline had imbibed the remainder of the three bottles of wine plus vintage port with the cheese then two very large brandies and was getting seriously pissed. 

She was now happy, bubbly and was flirting with me outrageously her knee constantly rubbing against mine under the table and her fingers 'walking' up and down my arm as she talked, but she was definitely getting more and more drunk. I started to plan for either having to drive her home, or get a taxi if she refused to hand over her car keys.

In the end it was she who made the decision. She settled the bill using her Platinum Amex card but as we stood up to leave the table she lurched heavily against me.

"Christ Jamie," she slurred, "You've got me fucking shit-faced... " She fumbled in her handbag and held out the car keys, "You'll have to take me home... I'm tired and I want to go to bed..." she giggled and then draped herself over my arm for support.

When she hit the fresh air outside the hotel she was completely staggered, I was glad that it had stopped raining as it took me nearly five minutes to manoeuvre her into the passenger seat of the car and get the seat belt around her. She was as limp as a rag doll and I almost had to lift her into the car, her skirt rode up around her waist but I decided that I could live with that and she was past noticing.

"Don't like it this side....no steering wheel!" she slurred and then her head dipped and she fell asleep.

I climbed into the driver side, but being taller than her had to push the seat back a bit. Sitting in the low bucket seat of the Lotus was a bit strange at first and when I turned the key and toed the accelerator the powerful engine, roared and the rev counter went mad. I took a couple of seconds to acclimatize to the car's driving style and then drove off taking the whole journey really steady and not touching much more the 40 mph at any time. A banged up expensive sports car, driven by a young guy was just the sort of vehicle that would attract police attention on a Friday night and with Caroline drunk and passed out I didn't want to spend the night in a police station taking a blood test to prove that I was sober. 

I pulled into her drive and stopped outside the front door, got out of the car opened the door and put on the lights, I was thankful that her house keys were on the same key fob as the car and I didn't have to search for them. She had given me a key to the back door but I had never used it and it was locked in the safe at the office. 

It was a struggle to get her out of the car and into the house, she was only half awake and could only stand if I supported her and so I just got her into the house and sat her in the hall on the bottom of the staircase, then went out, drove the Lotus into the garage and locked the door. Her other car, the big BMW was not in the garage and I remember wondering how she had worked the logistics of getting both cars in London at the same time, perhaps she had come down by train during the week and driven back?

When I got back into the house she had woken up again and was trying to climb the stairs on her hands and knees, she looked ridiculous and undignified scrambling on all fours with her knickers showing, very scanty black lace knickers and I chuckled quietly to myself as I hung my jacket on the banister knob and then looped an arm around her to help her the rest of the way up. 

"Need to pee..." she slurred and waved a limp hand at what was obviously the bathroom door. I got her into the bathroom; it had very modern green marble and gold patterned tiles floor to ceiling, with a bath, separate shower cabinet, a corner hand basin and twin toilet and bidet. Then I was stumped, I really did not know what I should do next, she did seem a bit steadier but I wasn't sure how much help she would need. Then she was leaning against me, her hands on my shoulders and smiling into my face. "Go away.... I need to pee...privately... I can manage, honestly..."

I left her and closed the door and then investigated the bedroom. It was a large studio style bedroom which occupied nearly the entire upper floor except for the narrow landing, the bathroom and a narrow flight of stairs that I guessed led to a loft conversion box room. There were large picture windows at both ends of the room, overlooking the street at the front and the garden at the rear, both with plain cream Venetian blinds which I twisted into the closed position. Two of the walls were completely taken up with expensive fitted wardrobes with a vanity unit set into one and a double divan bed the other with built in side lockers and concealed lighting above the bedhead which I switched on and then killed the overhead lights. The bed was dressed with a frilled cream covered duvet and matching pillow cases and there was a black flimsy embroidered negligee laid out on the turned back side of the bed and small silver mule slippers at the side. 

I went back to the bathroom and listened at the door, I could hear her moving about and it sounded as though she was washing her hands or brushing her teeth, so I slipped downstairs and shut the front door then returned just as I heard the flush and the door opened and she fell straight out into my arms. She was wearing only her black lace strapless bra and panties and her generous breasts felt soft and warm against my chest whilst her naked waist was cool and smooth beneath my hands as I tried to support her. I was just glad that she didn't appear to be one of those girls who threw up when they got rat-arsed. 

"Fuck, I am soooooo pissed!" she giggled. She looped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips against my throat in a wet fumbling kiss. "I like you Jamie...but I am so tired... want to sleep... really, really want to sleep..." she mumbled and then slumped against me again and would have dropped to the floor if I hadn't still had my arms around her waist. 

I half carried, half walked her to the bed and sat her down on the edge, she was semi-awake again and seemed capable of supporting herself and so I stood back to give her space. She looked really hot and sexy sitting there in her expense lingerie, her make-up was still intact, her hair was a flowing golden fountain around her bare shoulders and her red lips were pouty as she smiled up at me. She looked sexy but she seemed more vulnerable and innocent than when she was fully awake and sober, this was not the efficient hard-arsed business woman image that Caroline presented to the world. I felt that I was getting a privileged glimpse of the real woman beneath that public veneer.

Suddenly she had twisted and unhooked the bra and flung it across the room, then seemed to notice me for the first time and folded one arm across her breasts to try and cover the dark aureolas and firm large nipples which I had glimpsed in that few seconds, they appeared to already be stiffened and engorged... probably the flush from the alcohol. 

She waved her other finger at me, "No peeping!" she tittered as she fumbled around on the bed with the other hand and then looked up at me pouting.

"Nightie...put my nightie on..." She said woozily and then started to really giggle again, "I don't mean I want YOU to put it on.... I meant I want you to put in on ME!" 

I scooped up the flimsy nightdress and held it out to her, "I don't think it would fit me." I chuckled.

She pushed it away, "NO! I don't want to do it..." she pouted like a petulant school girl, "I want you to help me for fuck sake!" 

I knelt down in front of her and rolled the negligee up and worked it over her head pulling her soft hair out and free and then she was forced to raise her arms to find the sleeve holes and her gorgeous breasts swung free and bounced temptingly in front of me, but with a great effort and despite the stirring which was beginning in my trousers, I overcame my temptation and pulled the nightdress down as far as I could and then quickly swept my arm up under her legs and swung her round until she was laying flat on the bed and then flicked the cover over her. 

"Go to sleep now Caroline," I said gently, "I will call you in the morning to make sure you are up before I come over."

"NO!" she suddenly said very firmly. "You aren't going yet.... I haven't finished with you yet... " she slurred sleepily. I was still kneeling by the side of the bed and she reached out and hooked her hand behind my neck pulling my face close to hers. She was pouting again and looked very alluring and I would be lying if I said that I wasn't seriously tempted to try my luck; but I didn't seduce or shag girls when they were drunk, it wasn't fun and it wasn't fair and it ALWAYS had repercussions. 

"You need to sleep," I said and just kissed her very lightly on the cheek, a chaste friend's kiss.

"Can't sleep!" she pouted her voice husky and pleading, "Not if you go... just stay with me for a little while, 'til I fall asleep. Lay here beside me," she patted the empty side of the bed. She sounded small and lonely. She had wealth, position, power and I knew that she dated sometimes, but even people with all of that could still be laid low by bouts of loneliness. 

"OK, just until you get to sleep," I said and walked around to the other side of the bed, kicked off my loafers and made to lie down on top of the duvet. 

"Oh for fuck sake, Jamie!" she whined, "Just take your bloody togs off and get into the bed...!"

This was almost like trying to get a kid to go to sleep I thought, but if I didn't do what she wanted then she would probably make a noisy fuss and go off on one again. I switched off the over bed light and then stripped down to my boxers and slipped beneath the cover, the sheets were smooth and cool. I was getting tired myself and an hours rest would not go amiss and that bed felt terrific.

Caroline had rolled over closer and was facing me her eyes half closed and flung one arm over my chest. "That is nice, you are very comfortable....I mean comforting...I think," she murmured and gave a little giggle. Her eyes fully open for a moment and locked onto mine, "I'm not going to fuck you, not tonight! I may be an Essex Girl but I'm not a tart!" she said very clearly, "We can just stay like this, OK."

I just lay still watching her face until she drifted into sleep, her golden hair spread out on the pillow framing her face and her red lips puckering and trembling slightly with each tiny almost silent snore. 

After about fifteen minutes I started to sidle over to get off of the bed but her eyes fluttered and her fingers scrabbled lightly at my chest, "Noooooo!" she breathed sleepily and so I lay back down. 

I awoke and looked at my watch, it was ten past four, I had slept for about four hours. Caroline was still beside me, I could feel the heat from her body warm against my arm. She had obviously got hot during the night and had flung off the cover and was laying with her knees curled up almost in the foetal position, her nightdress had ridden up to her waist and one tit had fallen out of the top, it was white and round with the nipple and aureola seeming to be very dark in the moonlight filtering in through the blinds. 

I took a chance and very gently touched my lips to that soft globe. She gave a very faint moan but carried on sleeping soundly. I edged carefully out of the bed and gathering up my clothes and crept down the stairs and got dressed in the hall. There was little point in trying to call a taxi at this hour, it would probably be another hour before one arrived and I could walk home in less time and so I quietly and carefully closed and locked the door and pushed her keys back through the letter box and then started off up the road. 

It had obviously rained heavily again during the night but there were now patches of clear sky with the stars bright and sparkling and an almost full moon. It took me just over 45 minutes to walk home. I took a cold bottle of Fanta from the fridge and went up to my room and stripped down to my boxers again, I wasn't going to bother with my sleeping shorts for just a couple of hours. 

The night had turned hot and humid again and so I lay on the top of my bed with my cold drink and a cigarette, to think about the day, and about Caroline Brookes, I really had to admit that I had enjoyed her company but overall I guess that the evening would best be described as interesting. Her body was hot, definitely very desirable and I suppose that if I had really pushed it I could probably have got to screw her, but I was glad I didn't, I think she had put me on some sort of a promise...."I'm not going to fuck you, not tonight!" she had said and that sort of implied that maybe she would some other time.

I must have been really tired because thinking about Caroline had started to make me horny which normally keeps me awake but I dozed off anyway and awoke with a start when my alarm went off at six-thirty.

Emma was not in work on Saturday it was her day off and she was spending it at the Shelby riding stables, she now spent a lot of her spare time helping Janice and in return Philippa Shelby let her come and go as she pleased and allowed her to ride free and gratis. She wanted to be there early and so I had agreed to drop her off on my way into the garden centre. The car radio announced that the weather was expected to be dry and somewhat warmer all day.

As I pulled up the drive I could see Philippa standing in the stable yard talking to one of the young girls who helped out at weekends. She had asked me to call in and see her several days ago and so I decided that this was probably a good opportunity before the stables got busy for the day and pulled into the car park and walked over whilst Emma trotted off and disappeared into the tack room. 

I watched her from behind, the tight jodhpurs clung to her legs and flat arse very attractively; eating well, working out occasionally with Kitty and riding two or three times a week had turned what had been skinny matchsticks into a very shapely pair of legs, I had to admit that my sister was getting to be a desirable and attractive young woman. I tore my mind away from thoughts about Emma, I was getting them far too often just recently, it was a dangerous train of thought to be riding. 

Philippa had finished talking and came over to where I was waiting. She was dressed, as usual in tight grey riding breeches above polished black leather boots which clung to her generous hips and buttocks and her very long, strong, muscled legs. Her firm pointy breasts pushed out the front of the short sleeved, pink and blue cotton twill riding shirt which was tucked into her belt emphasising her narrow waist. 

"Hello, Jamie," she smiled, "I was beginning to think that you were avoiding me."

"I've just been a bit busy..." I apologised lamely, "But I'm here now...is this a good time to talk about the work you want done to your garden?"

She peered at the large man's style sports watch on her wrist. "I've got about an hour before my first class this morning... so let's go up to the house and I'll show you around my wilderness..." She led off towards the big house where she lived, "Christ, I hate Saturdays, " she laughed, "A full day of under seven beginners and junior classes with snotty nosed spoiled little brats running about everywhere whining and screaming!" 

"Yes, I remember it well," I sympathised. Philippa had never been keen on taking the classes of younger children and even years ago had foisted a lot of the routine stuff onto her older more talented students, Emma had enjoyed it but I would rather be cleaning tack or mucking out stalls....small kids bothered me... it wasn't that I actively disliked them, I just didn't find them cute and they just made me nervous, I didn't know what to talk to them about, they were always snivelling or asking questions and seemed to remember everything they had seen or heard and store it all up to drop you in the shit later. I guessed that I might feel differently in years to come if I ever had to bring up a child of my own, but that did not seem very likely if the cost of a family was having to give up Gwen.

"I am just so glad that I have Janice, she is a first class head stable girl, and Emma really helps a lot too.....are you sure that you don't want to sack her so that she can come and work for me full time?" she teased. We had reached the house and she led me around to the rear, past the old kitchen door which led to her shower room and then stopped so that I could see the extent of the large garden area which she had described as her wilderness. 




The Touch Ch. 32



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

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Chapter 32: The Only One

The next week seemed to fly past very quickly. The weather had changed again on Sunday and was cool and wet with strong winds and stayed like that for most of the week which made progressing the outside contract work difficult, although Colin and I went out to Craven Manor for a couple of hours both Monday and Tuesday in the late afternoon when the rain eased and planted out the rhododendron bushes and tea roses at the front of the house. I did not see Georgia, she was probably at her London office and we were gone before she got home. 

Mostly we all spent time at the garden centre, there were plenty of jobs that each of us could find to do. Emma divided her time between training the new office girl Tayler and making sure that the rest of us completed the multitude of small tasks that she set us from helping Jack in the greenhouses to re-arranging the displays or making small local deliveries or pick-ups. 

The general office was quite large and so Steve and I had put another desk and telephone in for Tayler. They seemed to get on well together and so I think that Emma was quite pleased to have the company; if there was a lot of outside work on she was often stuck with long hours on her own in the office. Having another person also relieved the pressure on Maggie and I over covering Emma's days off and holidays. 

I was really pleased we had acquired somebody as experienced as Tayler because I had not been looking forward to having to spend nearly a fortnight doing the daily books, the payroll for the casual workers and cover the telephone whilst Maggie and Emma were away in France with the twins. Maggie and Emma had trained me in handling the admin work and I was comfortable in my ability to do all those tasks; but given an option I would probably choose to be working outside in the rain on a cold day in leaky boots, over sitting in a nice warm office doing the payroll.

Not being able to get out also gave Maggie and I the time to shut ourselves in our own office to discuss the progress of the work in hand and plan for the projects that were yet to be started. 

There were usually about half a dozen smaller gardening jobs on the books any given week, but we also had the ongoing make-over and maintenance projects at The Cedars, Craven Manor and a newly acquired grounds maintenance contract at the Wilton Carpets factory just outside the city which was due to start in September. 

There were also the three new major projects not yet in progress. Two were very similar, Shelby House and The Old Rectory Restaurant, a three month undertaking, due to start in July, which Maggie had quoted for earlier in the year and had now been accepted. It was a small hotel to the north west of Salisbury near Warminster that had changed hands several times and seriously needed the garden areas refurbished if the new owners were to make a success of the venture. The real pain in the arse job was going to be Caroline's roof garden project as it would involve one or more of us either commuting to London for several weeks or staying over but I had already told her that it was unlikely we would be able to start the job for at least a month. 

The prospective addition of Basil Day to Jack's growing team would bring them up to strength in September and would give us an incredibly strong and skilled nursery team when it was needed in the autumn and spring. 

There was now a whole clutch of students working part time and during 'tween-term holidays as general help and sales assistants. Kitty and Emma had ruthlessly assessed the current batch of students doing the horticulture course at the college, ambushed them in the college canteen, and had enlisted the cream of the crop, plus it was possible that Joanna and Debbie would be back during their University summer recess; but we were desperately short of one, perhaps two experienced gardeners to help with the outside contracts; we would be seriously shorthanded if any more work came in. We were all more than willing to take trainees out on landscaping job, it was valuable training for them and an investment in the future of British gardening, but we were short of knowledgeable supervisors. 

At least we now had the key summer holidays settled. Maggie and Emma were having time off to go back to France with the twins in May; Colin had booked a fortnight off in June and Gwen and I had arranged to have a couple of weeks sailing in Cornwall in July. I had also promised Kitty six weeks leave to go to Australia at the end of September.

Emma had placed a couple of advertisements in the local press for experienced gardeners and we had received a multitude of replies already, it did look as though we were gaining the reputation of being a good employer to work for. She had been through all of the applications and CVs with Maggie and me and we had selected eight of the most promising candidates to interview later in the week.

The first floor of the old farmhouse which was now the garden centre admin building and gift shop, had been converted into two large offices and there was a smaller room at one end which had a new large picture window and had been fitted out as a design studio for Maggie and I with a couple of drawing boards and a plan table. There were three smaller attic rooms above which would have made a really nice little flat but were used at present for storage. 

The office that Maggie and I shared was comfortable and roomy and Maggie had bought a multi-part sofa unit for one end which could be broken into individual chairs for client conferences or staff interviews, but we normally left the unit in a L-shape with the large occasional table in front. It was comfortable and convenient if we wanted to sit side by side and spread out documents or plans to work on together. 

The added bonus was that I got to sit very close to Maggie, our thighs and knees constantly touching and my head filled with the faint herbal essence of her shampoo. The disadvantage was that whilst I could revel in her nearness without being unduly distracted from my work most of the time, it did sometimes have a physical effect and I often left the room seriously horny and searching for a novel way to conceal my uncontrollable erections. If Maggie noticed the effect she had on me she never showed any sign of embarrassment... although it was probably hard to miss, but neither did she try to avoid tactile contact with me. I guess that after our nude swim a few nights previous there really was no point in false coyness, there wasn't anything she hadn't seen already.

We did get a lot of work done but we always had fun, we laughed and teased each other and I think that sometimes Maggie enjoyed my company almost as much as I revelled in hers. They were happy hours for me; just being with Maggie was a real dividend. 

Tuesday afternoon I received a telephone call from Caroline explaining that she might not be able to make our meeting on Wednesday in London to look at her proposed roof garden as it was possible that she would need to fly to New York on business earlier than she had expected.

"It's OK," I told her, "It can't be helped, and we can just do it some other time."

"Oh no, you are not wriggling off the hook that easily," she laughed. "There is no reason that you cannot go to the flat and take a look for yourself and then come up with some ideas to show me; I would like your friend Rebecca to do me some more watercolour impressions as well... I will arrange for my 'daily' to be there all morning to let you in and show you around."

"If you really are sure that you don't need to be there....?"

"It's you who needs to see the place and come up with some ideas. I really, really would like to have it presentable by the end of August..." she wheedled. "I want to use it for my birthday party and you will definitely NOT be invited if it is still a fucking mess!" 

"OK," I laughed, "I will try not to spend all my time sitting on my arse smoking."

That call changed my original plans for the London trip the next day. My intention had been to drive up early morning, meet Caroline to view the roof-top site, buy her lunch and then drive back in the afternoon. I would now be under considerably less pressure and so I decided to go up by train rather than drive through the rain, fighting constantly with the heavy commuter traffic on the motorway. I would go to Caroline's flat and then spend a couple of hours doing some personal shopping in the West End or maybe even catch a film or the afternoon matinee of a show and get a late train home, treat it as my day off.

I would really have liked either Gwen or Maggie, or both, to have come up to town with me and make a day of it, but I knew that they had full diaries for the day. 

The wet weather had also given Gwen and I some time together on Sunday, not totally alone as Emma was at home but the three of us managed to spend some quality time as a family just enjoying each others company for the whole day, something that happened all too infrequently. Gwen made a enormous game stew for lunch with boiled potatoes, carrots and mashed swede and a Dundee Pudding to follow, then afterwards we all spent the afternoon collapsed in the sitting room and watched a re-run of the John Wayne film, 'The Alamo', just like a normal family. Except that Gwen and I were not husband and wife, we were mother and son and our passion for each other had to be carefully concealed from Emma who thankfully seemed totally obvious that anything had changed in our relationship. Her own crush on me seemed to have subsided for the moment for which I was really grateful; her insistent flirting had become a problem as despite my good intentions I was starting to see her as a girl not just my sister. 

Gwen and I managed to grab a few hours alone late on Sunday and Monday evenings after Emma had turned in for the night, just snugged up together on the couch reading, immersed in the warmth of being together and sharing some all too brief stolen minutes in each other's arms, grateful for any time alone that we could snatch. Gwen still made me seriously horny just being with her but constant sex was not just impossible, but strangely had become less important than just being together. 

Our forbidden love came with a whole raft of difficulties which had the potential to destroy not just us but everybody around us that we cared for, but I would not have changed our decision for anything or anyone, not even Maggie.

Perhaps my personal slant on relationships was unusual... I really don't know. 

My school friend Richard had met his future wife Katy when they were eleven, even then they were inseparable friends and by the time they were fourteen it was obvious to every body that there was a serious teenage romance blossoming. Naturally the grown-ups intervened and they were separated and banned from seeing each other, but would meet secretly after school and sometimes when there was no one at home I would let them come to our house to have some private time together. 

By the time that they were sixteen and could no longer be forcibly kept apart their parents had tentatively accepted that they were going to be together in spite of anything they could do. The two star crossed lovers seemed joined at the hip and stayed together through sixth form and then went to the same university, shared digs and eventually married. For Richard and Katy each was 'the only one', the love of their life, the only person that either of them would ever love. 

You often hear girls talking about the 'only one', that special person that they have yet to meet who will be their one and only love for the rest of their life who would feel the same way about them.

I guess that loving just one person to distraction was what happened to most people but it had never been that way for me. I whole heartedly believed that it was possible to genuinely love more than one woman at the same time, I do not believe that I could have felt a greater love than I did for Gwen, but I believe that I felt the same level of love and affection for Maggie as well. I loved them both, but those loves were different and unique just as they themselves were different and unique people despite being twins. 

If I were to be asked about the other women who moved through my life, I would need to answer truthfully that yes, I loved each of them in their own way for what they were and what they meant to me when we were together and each of them were matchless and would always have their own special place in my affections, but those affections in no way diminished the love I had for the two most important people in my life or they for each other.

Wednesday morning was cloudy with the promise of showers all day and so I had dressed casually in biscuit coloured chinos, a dark brown cotton shirt beneath my waterproof Barbour jacket. I decided to catch the commuter train to London which left just after six-thirty and with the normal delays was disembarked at Waterloo station a bit before eight-thirty some thirty minutes late which was relatively good for British Rail. The train ride had brought back memories of meeting Gill for the first time and the incredible day in town with Gwen, our feelings for each other finally finding voice and culminating in that first fantastic night of forbidden love and passion. 

As I had left before Gwen and Emma were awake I had only grabbed a quick cup of coffee on Salisbury station and so ate a full breakfast at the Waterloo buffet room and then got a cab to Caroline's flat. Road works meant that the driver needed to drop me off in Palace Street at the end of the road I was looking for and I walked down to the number Caroline had written on her business card. The building was an attractive 18th Century double fronted town house which had been converted into two split level flats, the basement and ground floor comprising one, and the first and second floors the other with the roof garden above although from the street the only evidence of a garden was a straggle of dead ivy clothing the front parapet. 

I mounted the steps to the impressive freshly painted, gloss black Regency front door and pressed the call button for the upper flat. It was almost immediately answered by a woman's voice, it wasn't Caroline and so I announced myself to the voice box and was instructed to push the front door after the buzzer sounded. Inside the main door the original hallway was floored with a traditional chequer pattern of black and white tiles and there were signs on the walls either side; the first directed visitors to 'FLAT ONE -- Dr. J. BRYCE', with an arrow pointing down the corridor on the left and the other to 'FLAT TWO -- C. BROOKES' and had an arrow pointing up the wide carpeted stairs. 

When I reached the upper landing the door to the flat was standing open and there was a good looking woman of about thirty standing waiting for me just inside. 

"Mr. Riley?" she asked. I nodded and she stood aside to allow me to enter and then closed the door behind me. "Follow me... through here." She instructed and led me into a kitchen that appeared to be straight from the Ideal Home Exhibition. 

It was completely fitted on three walls with top quality units with real oak doors and panels and graphite and steel work tops throughout. There were the most enormous stainless steel, floor to ceiling fitted freezer and fridge units that I had ever seen outside of a catering establishment, a matching steel six ring hob and cooker and the centre of the room was occupied by a six foot by four foot island unit with oak doored cupboards beneath and a graphite top with fitted butchers block and vegetable preparation sink with swan neck tap.

"Ms. Brookes told me to have black coffee waiting for you..." she said picking up a jug from a large Melitta filter coffee machine, "You would like, yes?" 

She had a slight Central European accent that I pegged as possibly Polish or Czech, it was soft and rather sexy. When Caroline had said that she would arrange for her 'daily' to let me in I had envisaged the stereotype cleaner, a Mrs. Mopp sort of char, elderly, rotund and wearing a flowered pinafore and knotted head scarf who perpetually carried a feather duster like some sort of domestic fairy wand. This woman was all together something different, she was quite tall and slender with a nicely rounded arse, narrow waist and very pointed tits all of which filled her plain dark grey, straight dress to perfection. Her face was not what you would call pretty but was strikingly handsome, perhaps more so because she wore no make-up except for a pale red lipstick, her hair was very dark and tied back in a long neat pony tail.

"I would like coffee, yes." I answered, then as she handed me a steaming glass coffee mug in a stainless steel holder, "I'm sorry, I didn't catch you name...er?"

She arched one eyebrow as if to silently indicate that she had not offered it, and then relented, "It is Sofia.... I am... how do you say it? Ms. Brookes 'domestic help', yes?" 

"Have you been with Caroline for very long?" I probed gently.

"Oh yes, for nearly two years... I was her helper at her other house before she moved here... this is much nicer, very smart, simple to clean, every thing modern, yes?" She smiled. "I come here, three times each week, but she works me not very hard, I clean, I wash and iron her clothes and sometimes I help with the food if she has guests for their dinner at night. Ms. Brookes likes very much to cook."

That was something else new that I had learned about Caroline and it explained the expensive professional quality kitchen. I was already aware that she was something of a 'foodie' and knowledgeable about wines but hadn't had her pegged for somebody who liked to cook.

I had finished my coffee and put the mug down on the work surface. "Caroline has told you that I need to see the roof garden?" I asked.

"Yes, if you follow me again, please.." she led the way to a narrow door in one corner of the kitchen which I had previously not noticed, opened it and disappeared from sight. I stepped into the narrow stairwell and watched her firm round buttocks ascending in front of me until she opened another door at the top of the flight letting in daylight and the sound of a flock of pigeons taking flight as the door swung open. 

I was not sure what I had expected the roof area to be like but it certainly wasn't the 'fucking mess' that Caroline had suggested although there was a lot of work needed doing. It was on two levels, the larger area being above the main rooms of the flat and measured about 20' x 15' and fronted onto the street with two six foot red brick, chimney stacks, but there was a slightly smaller raised area at the rear which overlooked a narrow mews and what was evidently a resident's car park as I could see Caroline's black BMW parked in one of the spaces. There was no sign of the yellow Lotus Elan and I guessed that it had probably gone for repair. 

The front area had been paved with plain grey, cheap slabs sometime in the last few years, not very well as many were loose and several had split, there were several plastic containers screwed to the inside of the front parapet containing strands of dead ivy and shrivelled up lobelia. There were a couple of old galvanised dustbins, a heap of rubbish by a broken yard broom and two cheap white plastic garden chairs each with a pile of bricks on the seat to stop them blowing about. Somebody in the past had used the area to dry washing as there were two washing lines loosely strung between three rusty poles. 




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The rear area had obviously not been in use for some time as a number of now very warped wooden boards had been carelessly laid as a rough floor over ancient screeding, and there were several old plant containers, an ancient galvanised water tank and what looked to be about a million old plastic plant pots scattered about the roof. My first thought was that this rubbish needed to be cleared before the wind scattered it across the city.

I pulled my camera and tape measure out of my shoulder bag and spent twenty minutes snapping every angle, and putting the measurements to a rough plan drawn on a graph paper pad. I would need to have a serious think about the best design for this project, there were several drainage points leading to the main guttering and an old fashioned brass service tap by the stair housing which was a good start but there was little shelter from the wind and the roof would be a real sun-trap on a hot day. Any plants would need to be fairly heat and drought resistant and wind hardy. 

The real bonus was that the roof was a naked canvas and I could start the designs from scratch without having to tear down or rebuild any existing structures. The big issue was going to be how we got the materials and plants up to the roof; carrying everything through the flat was just not going to be possible. We would need to investigate the possibility of bringing the stuff up from the rear mews either with a large cherry picker or by rigging some sort of lift or derrick on the roof, which could prove difficult and would definitely be expensive if it was to be done safely and would probably require permission from Westminster Council Health and Safety officer. 

Sofia was leaning against the door housing smoking and watching me, and so I lit a cigarette of my own and wandered over. She really was very attractive and I noticed that she was not wearing a wedding ring.

"Have you always done this sort of work?"

She laughed, a deep throaty chuckle, "Oh no, only since I come to England to live.... In Poland I am a pharmacist... you call it a chemist, yes? In England I need to qualify again to work here, and this is very expensive and so I need to work whilst I study. Ms. Brookes has been very kind...she helps me with the school fees."

Something else surprising I had learned about Caroline. 

I took another quick tour of the roof, pulled the dead plants from the containers and then tidied up a lot of the loose flower pots dumping them with the rubbish into the old waste bins. By the time I had finished I was happy that I had gathered all the information that I initially needed to start drawing up plans and was ready to leave. 

"I do not clean up here on the roof... "Sofia commented matter of factly, "The owners before Ms. Brookes were old... I think perhaps they never came up here either... it is good that you make it nice for her...she work too much!" 

It was starting to spot with rain when Sophia let me out onto the street and so I turned up the collar of my Barbour waxed coat and walked around the corner into Victoria Street and hailed a cab to take me the short distance to Oxford Street where he dropped me outside Selfridge's department store.

I am not, at the best of times an enthusiastic or imaginative shopper and so a shopping mall or department store is my favourite solution, everything under one roof and I knew that I could probably acquire everything on my mental shopping list at Selfridges. 

My first port of call was the jewellery department. It was Emma's eighteenth birthday in two weeks time and I had been puzzling over what to get her as a present. My first thought had been to give her cash towards her first car, but I knew that she had already been saving money from her wages and intended using some of her inheritance money from our grandfather to buy a vehicle for herself. 

I had discussed my dilemma with Gwen and Maggie who both agreed that a girl's eighteenth birthday is something important and special, more so than for a man, and close family usually gave 'keepsake' gifts which the recipient could treasure always and remember their coming of age. I knew that they were both giving her presents of jewellery, and had half decided to follow suit when I suddenly realised that Emma had never had a decent wrist-watch. She had a small cheap cocktail watch that didn't keep very good time that she wore to go out, but most of the time made do with an old Casio digital watch that had been mine but had been discarded as it was no longer waterproof. 

I spent the best part of an hour with a very helpful, but very camp, young man who guided me through a maze of counters and hundreds of watches of all shapes and sizes, colours and designs before finally settling on an attractive, modern, quartz movement Omega strap watch which was modern but could be worn at any time but was hardy enough for her to wear when riding. Having made the most important purchase of the day I made my way through to the sports department and treated myself to new brown leather golfing shoes and shoe bag, a couple of gloves and a pair of plain black Pringle trousers and two golf shirts to match. 

Buying the golf gear had made me think about Georgia and I remembered that her London office was only five minutes walk away in Wigmore Street and before I realised what I was doing I was halfway up St. James Street with the intention of asking Georgia out to lunch however foolish the idea might be. 

The London offices of Craven, Olson and Partners were on the second floor of a white stone faced building sandwiched between two rows of red brick with a brassierie restaurant on the ground floor. I paused at the doorway leading to the stairs for the upper floor chambers and lit a cigarette and casually pretended to scan the restaurant menu whilst deciding if asking Georgia to lunch would be pretentious, I knew we were starting to develop a loose sort of friendship but I did not want to offend her by appearing to be hitting on her, or make myself look a teenage pratt chasing after a much older woman. Finally I flicked the cigarette stub into the gutter and mounted the stairs.

I had been there once previously with my mother when she had a meeting with Marsha Olsen about her divorce from Dad, and the receptionist was the same attractive young woman but not surprisingly she did not recognise me from that single visit. 

"Would it be possible to speak to Ms. Craven, please?" I asked confidently. 

"Do you have an appointment?" she asked formally, she looked a little vexed and was flicking through a business diary on the desk in front of her. She was a pretty girl, about twenty with short light brown hair and a largish engagement ring on her left hand. 

"Er...no! This is just a spontaneous personal visit..." I ventured, "I was just passing and..."

"Oh, I am so glad," she said breathing a sigh of relief and smiled, closing the diary, "I thought perhaps you had been booked in by mistake.... Ms. Craven is out of the office all day today, I'm afraid."

I wasn't sure whether that information left me disappointed or relieved. "It is OK, it wasn't important... I will catch up with her some other time... " I started but was interrupted by a voice from behind me.

"Jamie...! What are you doing here, Jamie?" I recognised the voice and was starting to turn even as I felt a light touch on my sleeve. 

"Hello, Kristen...what are YOU doing here?" It was a stupid question really I knew that she was staying in London with her mother. Both her parents were partners in the law practice and her mother, Marsha Olsen, worked out of the London office most weeks and was the divorce lawyer acting for both Gwen and Maggie. 

"I'm working here.... I help out three mornings a week.... It's fun, I've never had a job before.... I just do filing and photocopying and such.... But Mummy actually pays me!" She was babbling and laughing, but that was Kristen, I thought she was a really nice girl but she was a bit of an air-head. She paused and then asked again, "I forgot, what ARE you doing here?"

"I just called in to see Georgia as I was passing, she is my solicitor now, you know." 

"Oh, she's not here.... She and Mummy have gone to Birmingham for some big court case and won't be back until tomorrow." She turned to the receptionist, "It's OK, Selma, I will take care of this gentleman," she said haughtily and then took my hand and led me towards the open door from which she had obviously entered the reception. I looked back at Selma and mouthed a thank you and she smiled and winked as Kristen hauled me away. 

The room was obviously a general office with a row of steel filing cabinets, three photo-copiers and a desk in one corner with an angle-poise lamp, a portable typewriter and a pink swivel make-up mirror, a make-up bag and assortment of brushes. It was noticeably Kristen's desk. 

"This is my office," she said proudly. "Do you want to kiss me?" she added, cooing enthusiastically, "I have missed you Jamie.....please kiss me." She came up close and put her hands on my shoulders and offered her lips to me in a bright pink irresistible pout. The minute that our lips met she slid her arms tightly around my neck and leaned her whole body against me in a warm, soft caress that seemed to envelop me from neck to knees. The kiss lasted for several long seconds and left both of us lightly gasping, but she was smiling and her Scandinavian bright blue eyes were sparkling. 

She looked really good... she still had the appearance of a come-alive Barbie doll, with her long shining silver blonde hair, large bright blue eyes and fabulous figure but had obviously toned down her normally flamboyant wardrobe for something a bit more suitable to work in a solicitor's office. She was wearing a mini-dress with short sleeves and a slash neck, of cream cotton with horizontal bold block stripes of red and black and a narrow black patent belt which emphasised her tiny waist. She looked really smart and sophisticated. What Kristen lacked in brains she certainly made up for by having a fabulous body and unlimited resources to buy clothes. The Olsens were not only top flight lawyers but came from old Swedish money and Kristen was the very over indulged only daughter.

"I am now finishing work for the day.... Have you time to have lunch with me... please say you have...?" she pleaded. She beamed up at me with a sort of cute puppy dog appeal that I guess nobody had ever been able to resist and I was no exception.

"I would love to," I replied, "I am not in any hurry at all... I hadn't planned on going back to Salisbury until this evening."

"Then we can spend the afternoon together," she gushed. She led me back into reception, "I'll just get my coat.." she told me and disappeared through another door.

Selma, the receptionist smiled at me sweetly, "I guess that you must be the secret, dark, handsome, man that she refuses to talk about..." she chuckled. I really did not want to imagine about what Kristen had been telling people about me. "I suppose you ARE quite good looking," she teased, "but none of the girls here believed that you really existed." 

"I don't." I whispered confidentially zipping my lips with my finger and thumb as a gesture of secrecy. She nodded and smiled in acknowledgement. She probably thought I was a married man or something. 

Kristen came back wearing a very fashionable rain coat of white with black polka dots and without a further word hooked my arm and guided me out of the office and down the stairs. 

"We can have lunch here," she suggested, indicating the restaurant on the ground floor of the building, "It will be my treat.... I will charge it to Mummy's account; I often do when my friends come to see me..." I knew some of Kristen's friends, they were just the sort to bum a free lunch on her mother's expense account; I only hoped that Marsha Olsen didn't ask who the friend was on that occasion, although I suspected that loyal little Kristen would be unlikely to tell.

Lunch from the grill was excellent, we both ordered fillet steaks, mine with huge flat mushrooms, fried peppers and French fries, and Kristen had hers with salad and we shared a small carafe of the house red. I sat and listened to Kristen chattering away happily about everything and nothing but she was cute and amusing and I was contented to be there, her obvious happiness was infectious. We finished of with plain old fashioned vanilla ice cream and coffees. 

"What would you like to do this afternoon?" I asked her eventually when she paused for breath.

She thought for a minute and then laid her hand over mine affectionately. "You could take me to Kew Gardens and tell me all about the plants and flowers and trees and things..." she suggested. 

I surmised that she had come up with that idea because she thought that it would be something that would please me.... in normal circumstances, with somebody else it would; Kew is always a wonderland for gardeners, but I suspected that she would in reality be bored shitless very quickly and the rain showers would not help.

"No, you treated me to lunch and so you should choose what YOU would like to do this afternoon.... Anything you like!" I crossed my fingers and made a silent prayer that she would not choose an extended shopping trip to Harrods or a tour of the Oxford Street boutiques.

"Anything that I like... no matter how silly?" 

"Yes," I laughed, "As long as it isn't life threatening or publicly indecent."

"OK... I would like you to take me to.... " she paused for dramatic effect, "Madam Tussaud's Waxworks! I haven't been there since I was a little girl... I've been meaning to go ever since I came up to London, but it's no fun on your own." The idea seemed to excite her and she exuded all the bubbly enthusiasm of a small child. 

"Right! Madam Tussaud's it is." In fact I was quite enthused with the idea myself, it was years since I had been to the famous exhibition, it is one of the tourist things that everybody threatens to do when they are up in town but never get around to.  

Madam Tussaud's is located on Marylebone Road, next door to The Planetarium and from Wigmore Street was less than a fifteen minute brisk walk along the length of Baker Street.

"Mummy's flat is only a couple of streets away in George Street, it's on the way and we can drop off your parcels rather than carry them around all afternoon," Kristen suggested. I welcomed the idea as I not only had my shoulder bag containing the camera and my notes and sketches, but the shopping from Selfridges in two large paper carrier bags. 

The apartment was on the seventh floor of Bryanston Court a very exclusive early twentieth century apartment block. The marble reception hall resembled that of a hotel complete with a uniformed commissionaire who recognised Kristen immediately and took my bags to lock in the porter's locker for collection later.

The stop had hardly taken us out of our way and we were crossing Marylebone Road to the waxworks in about fifteen minutes; Kristen happily clinging to my arm and still chattering away.

I bought our tickets at the foyer and then both of us fell for the oldest ploy of waxworks exhibitions worldwide; we spoke to the uniformed attendant standing just inside the door only to discover that he was a lifelike wax dummy and then jumped out of our skins when the real attendant standing next in line moved and spoke, but it set the tone for a fun afternoon. 

The waxworks was much as I remembered it although there were, of course a lot of new exhibits of politicians and popular entertainers, but it was the historical displays that we both enjoyed the most along with the famous Madame Tussaud's Chamber of Horrors which was always great fun. Kristen was thrilled with the entire experience and clung to my arm laughing and pointing at details of the exhibits that caught her imagination. I genuinely liked Kristen and to see her happy and having fun made it a worthwhile afternoon. 

To my surprise it was gone four o'clock when we left the building. It had stopped raining again and we were both ready for a drink, so walked down Baker Street to The Globe pub, one of the few City pubs to serve afternoon teas, and sat outside for a coffee and tea and cakes; and then strolled back to Bryanston Court hand in hand. 

Kristen collected my shopping from the porter and then took my hand and tugged me towards the lifts. "You won't go yet, will you?" she pleaded, "Come upstairs... I may not see you again for months... please, Jamie." The lift doors opened and she pulled me in and pushed the button for the top floor then took advantage of both my hands being occupied with shopping bags and threw her arms around my neck and thrust her body hard against mine, grinding her groin into me with such lustful vigour that by the time the lift doors pinged open at the seventh floor she had rubbed up a serious erection.

We managed to scramble out of the lift just as the doors closed again. "Bloody Hell Kris, I hope there aren't security cameras in those lifts," I chuckled. 

"Don't know...don't care!" she giggled and led me to a door and pushed her key into the lock.

The entrance hall led straight head into an open plan kitchen and I could see the large sitting room off to the left through open double doors, it was decorated with modern teak and glass furniture all very modern and expensive. The kitchen was enormous all fully fitted with pine units, the Bosch service machines, refrigerator, freezer, washing machine were all custom units with in matching beige enamel.

"Just drop your bags and coat anywhere..." Kristen told me, tossed her coat on a stool and then went to a set of double swing doors at the far end of the kitchen, turned back and beckoned me through into a short L shaped hall. "That's Daddy's room..." she told me indicating the open door of a smallish bedroom on the right, "Mummy has the big room at the front.... And this is mine..." 

Her bedroom was pretty well what you would expect, very girly and decorated with pale pinks and mauves with a huge pure white, hairy sheepskin rug in the centre of the room. The bedroom units, fitted wardrobes, vanity unit and drawers were all plain white but the room had obviously been put together by a professional home designer. The curtains were pink with pretty mauve and white flowers and matched the duvet cover on the three quarter sized bed. There was a small arm chair in matching fabric and a long shelf over the fitted draws on which were a handful of books, some records and a row of soft toys and china figures all of elephants.

She noticed me looking, "I collect jumbos," she laughed, "I always have. I have dozens at home in my room at Salisbury."

"Why elephants?"

"I don't know, I have always loved them, they just seem cute and friendly and ...... well just so big and strong and dependable." She moved up close to me and placed her palms against my chest, I could feel the burning heat through my shirt, "Just like you..." she added. 

She kicked off her high heeled shoes and immediately became several inches shorter, her forehead level with my lips and I gave it a light kiss as she nuzzled her face into my throat sending a tingle rippling through my body with the sensation of her warm lips on my skin and her long soft silver-blonde hair against my face. I put my hands on her hips and gently pulled her in closer so that we were melded together, her breasts warm and soft against my chest and her pelvis and thighs rubbing gently against mine as she rotated her hips in small swirly motions, instantly rubbing up another erection for me. 

I felt her move her head to look up into my face, "Oh Jamie, you ARE going to make love to me, aren't you?" she murmured, almost pleading. Oh, yes; I was, I certainly was, at that moment in time there was nothing I would rather do. I moved my face so that our lips came together in a soft roiling kiss our tongues flicking and touching and twisting in a abandoned dance of lust causing both of us to pant and gasp as we sucked the breath from each other. 




The Touch Ch. 32



My hands slid from her hips and drew the hem of her dress up so that I could caress the smoothness of her long thighs, the tips of my fingers probing and slipping inside the sides of her panties to squeeze and massage her soft buttocks. I felt her hand move down and release the narrow belt holding the dress tight into her waist; it fell away and I was able to push my hands upwards until I had tussled the dress over her head and down onto the floor and she was standing against me wearing only her lingerie, an expensive matching set of cream and black lace low cut bra and knickers. 

We revived our kiss now gasping into each others mouths as the urgency increased and I swept my hands up and down her silk skinned back from shoulders to neat soft buttocks and back up again. My fingers found the strap of her bra and it fell away as I unhooked it, dropping to the floor and releasing her round white breasts. She giggled and came in close her hands rubbing over my chest and plucking at the buttons on my shirt pulling the front open so that I could shrug out of it. Her breasts were soft against my chest the small nipples little hard points of heat on my skin. 

She was kissing my throat and then down across my chest and suddenly she was sliding down me as though I were the trunk of a tree. Her knees came to rest on the thick sheepskin rug and she was releasing my belt and tugging at my trousers until I could kick them away behind me to stand before her my prick rigid and quivering between us level with her face. 

I felt her small hand grasp my erection, and gasped out loud in anticipation, and then her lips touched the glans, just once very lightly before she looked up at me.

"I have never done this before...." She said very softly, and then her mouth slipped tentatively over the cap of my prick, and I felt the tip of her tongue probe ever so gently around the glans and touch the so sensitive eye of the snake. 

The very tenderness of her gift made me tingle from head to foot and my prick was throbbing as she slowly moved up and down my shaft taking almost half my length into her mouth, her teeth lightly grazing the highly sensitive vein on the underside the hot moistness of her mouth a softly sucking centre of sensation. Her long silver hair flowed across my belly and thighs in a cascade of soft silkiness, caressing my skin until I could stand it no longer, I needed to feel her whole body against me, beneath me. I gently took her shoulders and raised her up to stand against me.

"Was it wrong....did I not do it right?" She asked a worried expression clouding her face and her eyes starting to moisten. "I so wanted to make it good for you...." Her lips were slightly parted and I kissed them gently, I could taste my maleness on her mouth.

"No.. it wasn't wrong...it was fantastic... " I assured her smiling and then took her hand an led her the two steps to the bed and threw back the cover. 

"Oh God, YES!" she giggled and pushed her panties down over her feet and wriggled across the bed half burying herself beneath the duvet and lay with her face on the lace edged pillow framed by a cloud of silver-blonde hair, watching me as I flicked my socks over to join my shirt on the floor and slid naked onto the bed beside her. 

"I have dreamed of having you here in my bed, but I didn't think it would ever happen," she murmured happily, then reached out to gently take hold of my still erect prick. "And I have dreamed of having this inside me again.... Make it happen, Jamie... please, do it to me now... I want it soooooo much!" 

I pressed my lips to hers; her mouth responded instantly, her lips, soft and moist, opened and her tongue pushed into my mouth seeking mine, her hands grasping at my hair to hold my face to hers. I thrust my tongue at hers and our mouths joined to became a cavern of hot moistness in which our tongues performed a sinuous dance of lust and desire, until we broke away panting and gasping for air.

My hand moved to cup her breast and my fingers rolled and gently squeezed the small nipple into a firm bud. I moved my lips down to run my tongue around the standing nub and the swollen aureola moistening it so that my fingers could caress it without friction. Her breasts were perfect white globes with delicate pink aureolas and dark hard nipples and I nibbled and sucked at each until each sensitive point stood erect and Kristen was making little panting noises and arching her back to press her breasts harder against my lips.

"Ooooh! That feels so good, Jamie," she moaned. Her hand had found my prick again and was gently squeezing and moving up and down the swollen length in concert with my attention to her breasts.

Still sucking gently at her breasts I skimmed my fingers down and over her small round tummy and rested my hand between her legs. Kristen was a genuine natural blonde; she had virtually no body hair and the sparse fluff around her pussy was almost white and looked and felt like the soft head of a dandelion above and around her peach like pussy lips. 

She gave a deep urgent moan and pushed her legs open wide so that her soft slit was fully exposed to my questing fingers; it already felt very moist and warm. I slid one finger up between those lips until I found the tiny concealed clit ball and began to roll it gently with the tip of my forefinger. 

"Oh yes, Oh yes, Jamie... that is so lovely... don't stop!" she panted against my ear, and began to lightly rotate her hips so that her own motions were adding to my finger movements to massage that tiny ball of erotic sensation. Her whole body was starting to tense and I could feel her soft round tummy beginning to tremble. "I think that I am going to cum...." She gasped, "Oh God, yes... I am.... I am.... Aaaaaaah!" And she did, her whole body jerking as she moaned and laughed her way through a rippling orgasm, one arm tightly wrapped around my neck holding my face to her throat, my face buried in her silky tresses, and the other hand jerking and squeezing at my erection until I thought that it would be impossible to hold back my own release.

"Oh Jamie, that was so good," she whispered, her voice throaty with lust, "but do it to me now.... Please do it.... Put it inside me.... I want to cum again with you inside me!"

I was far past ready, my balls ached for release and my prick was throbbing in the grip of her tiny hand. I lowered my self over her and felt her hand steer my prick carefully towards her already engorged vaginal opening. I could feel the warmth and moisture from her pussy coating my shaft and then I was pressing between her pussy lips and felt my glans pushing at the entrance to her vagina. Her vagina felt really tiny and tight but suddenly her hands were both grasping the cheeks of my arse and pulling me into her and I thrust forward sliding deep into her waiting love pocket.

Kristen left out a deep, satisfied, throaty moan as I ploughed deep into her already hot, wet love tunnel, flooded with the juices from her orgasm. She locked her long smooth legs around mine and we just lay there entwined and gently rocking back and forth each savouring the sweet sensation of really deep penetration, sharing long soft kisses, my fingers entwined in her long hair and her finger nails gently running up and down my naked back leaving little tracks of tingling sensation.

We lay like that for a long time, slowly and gently fucking, my whole world was centred on the warmth and moistness of her pussy, encasing my prick in a velvet sheath of sensual ecstasy which built until I could hold back no longer and began to slowly fuck her for real, drawing back almost to the point of withdrawal and then thrusting back in a long hard stroke, each thrust lifting her from the mattress until my weight slammed her back down. Her long slim legs were clamped around mine and she surged forward to meet me as each hammering thrust got faster and harder, every penetration wringing a sharp gasp from her and a deep moan from me. I felt her vagina start to contract as she moved towards her orgasm, the rippling of her vagina walls pumping me to my own release and I felt my prick jerk and the glans swell and pulse as I erupted, furiously releasing a volcano of hot jiz deep inside her, mingling with her own juices as she shuddered through a second orgasm, gasping and laughing. 

We lay for ages wrapped around each other, Kristen with her head on my shoulder gently making little butterfly kisses against my throat and chin, and I stroking her flowing cascade of soft silver hair. 

"Jamie.... I really do love you," she murmured. "You are the only one for me and probably always will be." She snuggled closer against me her face nuzzled tight into my throat, "It's OK, I don't expect anything in return... I just wanted you to know."

I started to move and her hand came down to clasp my buttocks again.

"NO!" she whispered insistently in my ear, "Leave it there.... Inside me... I want it to stay in there forever..." She started to giggle and the rippling movement caused her pussy to squeeze gently on my semi-soft dick, causing it to twitch in response. "Oh, it's come alive again..." she laughed and began to gently gyrate her hips and tightened her legs around mine. 

Inevitably we made love again, slowly at first and then with gusto, until our passions were seriously enflamed and we were humping and clawing at each other, rolling back and forth across the bed as I thrust violently into her and then she straddled me and finally we exploded in a mutually shared and timed orgasm of tremendous proportions which left us both exhausted, panting and laughing, laid side by side unable to do anything more energetic than hold hands. 

I called a cab and left her about eight o'clock after we had showered, dressed and shared a glass of cold white wine sitting on stools in the kitchen. Kristen had not been clingy or overly sentimental; she still had quite a severe romantic attachment to me but we both knew that there would never be anything serious or permanent between us. 

She was a nice girl, fun to be with and a really, seriously good shag, but she was also very vulnerable and I knew that I needed to be careful; she was so desperate for my affection that it would be easy for me to just use her... and that would be cruel and unforgivable. 

On a practical level, I was never-the-less glad that she now spent most of her time in London with her mother and very much less time with her father in Salisbury. I surmised that there was probably a story behind Carl and Marsha Olsen living apart, I would ask Maggie, I would not want to put my foot in my mouth with either Carl or Georgia both of whom I met up with regularly. 

The train got me back to Salisbury just after 11pm. And by the time I had found a station porter collected the VW Polo from the locked car park I was home about half an hour later. 

I dropped my shopping in the hall and then noticed a light on in the kitchen. To my surprise, Emma was still up and sitting with a mug of cocoa and the remnants of a packet of chocolate digestive biscuits and her copy of the Highway Code, she had obviously been swatting for her driving test the next week. 

"Hi, Jay... you're late back...." She smiled. "Mum has gone to bed already, she needs to be up early tomorrow, she is going to Bournemouth for the day."

I suppose I was a bit wary that she may have been waiting up for me to come home; even though there was no way that she could have known I had been screwing Kristen Olsen, which she would probably regard as the most heinous sin that I could commit. I don't really know why but she had hated poor Kris since junior school.

"I measured up for the Caroline Brookes job and then did some shopping, and just mooched about town for a bit...." I offered. I got a cold can of Fanta from the 'fridge "I think that I will turn in as well," I leaned over and snatched the three quarters empty packet of biscuits from the table, "I'll take these for my supper... don't want you getting fat now, do we?"

She jumped up and took a friendly swat at me. There was never going to be any chance that Emma would get fat, she was just not built that way. She was not the skinny bag of bones that she had been a year back she had filled out with regular good food and exercise and now had a very nice shapely figure.

"I thought you liked fat birds?" she teased, "Debbie Fowler is quite plump, and that Caroline has fat thighs... even Maggie says so." 

"Fatter the better," I quipped, "Might even set my cap at Tayler when you are away on holiday, she might not really be gay after all?" 

"Jay?" she said seriously, "You won't take up with anybody whilst we are away in France next month, will you? It's alright if you date Janice sometimes, as long as it doesn't get serious, OK?"

I put on a solemn face. "I promise," I said holding up my hand, "When you are away, I promise to spend every evening I can at home here with Mum." It was an easy promise to make because I really meant it.



The Touch Ch. 33



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Chapter 33: Getting Rat-Arsed

The remaining days of that last week of April were wet and miserable with some of the worst thunder storms that the Southern Counties had experienced for several years. There was localised flooding all over England and we even had to close the garden centre early on Thursday as the car park was awash and we had only seen a handful of customers all afternoon. 

Maggie and I spent all of Thursday morning in the office and studio, I needed to do some quotes and invoices for Emma to type up, then put some ideas together for Caroline's roof garden and she was working on the landscaping designs for The Old Rectory Restaurant. In truth I spent a good part of the morning just watching her work; she had already drawn up the rough plans for the designs and pinned the photographs that she had taken of the site on the big cork board which covered virtually all of one wall and was doing a first artist's impression sketch to get perspective on the end vision of the project. 

It reminded me that I needed to call Becca Hill and arrange to take her up to London to see the roof garden job as Caroline had asked for another set of watercolours for that project as well; there was also another idea that was starting to form in my head which I needed Becca's help with. There was no hurry as I was seeing her son Josh on Sunday, I decided to send a message back with him.

I had poured us both a cup of coffee and came though from the office to tell Maggie it was ready. We had a strict rule about not bringing hot drinks into the studio... fortunately I hadn't been the one who had spilled coffee on the plan table, but it would have been only a matter of time before I did and so I was happy to comply with the rule. 

"Coffee is ready when you are," I told her. I was peering over her shoulder as her pencil stokes created a perfect, recognisable image of a bed of rose bushes. I had never had the slightest bit of talent for any of the creative arts and was always fascinated by the miracles that Maggie and Becca could work with their charcoals, pencils and watercolours.

Maggie was sitting on her tall revolving stool and was wearing a loose, faded blue denim shirt over stretch blue jeans, which were pulled very tight over her round buttocks as she leaned forward above her swivel topped drawing board. I was standing directly behind her with her honey-blonde pony tail bobbing tantalisingly in front of my eyes. I don't know if it was that mesmerising soft tail of hair, or the perfume of her shampoo, the same one that Gwen used, or just because they were so very much alike but for a moment I forgot that it was Maggie and not Gwen before me. 

I was running on auto-pilot and before I realised what I was doing I stepped up close and leaned my chin on her shoulder and slid my arms around her waist my hands slipping beneath the hem of her shirt and resting lightly on her bare waist, finger tips against her firm belly. It felt smooth and cool and it took a serious physical effort to stop myself from reaching up to cup her breasts. It was what I would have done if she HAD been Gwen and we were alone together. 

I suddenly realised what I was doing but before I could withdraw she had put down her pencil and placed both of her hands over mine holding them against her, the fabric of her shirt sandwiched between. She didn't seem to mind my hands being on her bare midriff and I wasn't at all sure if her hands were covering mine to hold them in place or to stop them wandering to where they would not be welcomed. 

"What have I done to warrant this sudden rush of affection from my nephew?" she chuckled, and turned her face slightly to give me a small peck on the cheek. 

I really didn't want to think about Maggie being my aunt, we almost never treated each other as aunt and nephew and she had recently become more tactile and affectionate than ever, but I was very close to breaking through a boundary and as much as it was one that I desperately wanted to tear down I shied away... the risk was just too great!

I slid my hands back out from under her shirt and thrust them into my pockets out of harms way. "No reason... just felt like giving you a hug," I mumbled lamely, "Sorry."

"I didn't say that I didn't like it..." she teased. Her flirting sent a small tingle of response rippling though my balls. 

For about the millionth time the thought entered my mind that she MUST know how I felt about her. This was not the first time that I had nearly made a real pass at her and we spent time nearly every day together, probably adding up to more hours than most married couples had in the average week. Certainly it was more time alone than Gwen and I ever expected to get.

What really concerned me was that I had almost slipped up and called her Gwen.... Not even Mum.... Gwen! Sons do hug their mothers sometimes, but they call her Mum they don't use her given name. Maggie was far too perceptive to miss that kind of mistake and it was hard enough already trying to hide our relationship from her as she was Gwen's twin. The hardest thing about having an intimate relationship with your mother, an incestuous relationship, was the having to keep secrets, lie and hide away from those people that you both loved most, the other members of your family, knowing that the slightest error in judgement would hurt not just you but them as well. It was the heart-breaking, hateful price that Gwen and I had to pay for the joy that our special intimacy had brought us. 

Maggie spun around on her stool and looped her arms around my neck. "Help me down and you can tell me all about your trip to London yesterday," she said cheerfully. I lifted her off the high stool and we sat on the sofa in the office with our coffees and a plate of biscuits whilst I updated her on what I had discovered at Caroline's flat and my initial thoughts about the project, the problems over access that we would need to get around and my early ideas for the type of garden that I wanted to create. I did not tell her about my thwarted intention of taking Georgia for lunch, or meeting with Kristen. I didn't offer an explanation of why I stayed over in town, and she didn't ask. 

I spent the early part of the afternoon making telephone calls. I called Caroline's office number but was informed that she was not expected back from New York until later in the week. Most of the other calls were to clients re-arranging appointments which needed to be postponed because of the bad weather, all were small jobs and there were no issues over the delays.

My final call was to Philippa Shelby, after a long wait whilst one of the stable hands went off to fetch her she eventually came onto the line and I asked her about the history of Shelby House and the gardens. 

"I'm sorry, Jamie," she said. "I really don't have much of a clue about the history of either the house or garden before my grandfather's time. You might get something out of the Salisbury Civic Society they took a bit of an interest some years ago and spent a week or so poking about the place." 

"OK, thanks Philippa, I will do that."

"You are always welcome to come over and go through the old library, I keep it locked up now, and it's a bit of a bloody mess, but if I do have anything of interest it will be there." 

"Thanks, that sounds a really great idea....I'll come over soon."

Her voice changed to a husky whisper, "Do you think I have anything of interest, Jamie? If I have it could take you all night to look for it......our little walk in the garden on Saturday was really just too short....." she chuckled sensuously. 

I was really glad that I was in the office alone. I guessed that Philippa was starting to get horny again and made a mental bookmark to go out soon and have a look through that library. We said our good-byes and I made a note to find out about the Salisbury Civic Society, they weren't in the telephone directory or yellow pages and Maggie did not know anybody involved which was a bit unusual as she always knew most of what went on in the county.

By mid-afternoon the weather had turned so foul and business was so slow that we decided to close up early at 4pm and let everybody go home. 

I had a couple of errands to run in Salisbury, I needed to drop off the rolls of photographs that I had taken in London for developing and wanted to slip into the library to find out about the local history groups and quiz my pet librarian about anything they might have in the reference archives about Shelby House.

I left the rolls of film at the photograph's shop and started to make my way up High Street towards the Market Place and the library when something caught my eye in the window of a gift shop. It was a small soft toy, a grey fur fabric elephant with a big pink ribbon around its neck. I chatted up the young woman serving in the shop and she went into their storeroom and found me a small box, packed the toy in tissue paper, I slipped in one of my business cards with 'See you again soon' hastily scribbled on the back and then she parcelled it up and even found me a sticky label on which I wrote Kristen's name and address. I thanked her for her kindness and walked back down High Street to the post office and got it posted. It was only a small thing but I thought that it would make Kristen happy. 

The visit to the library was not as productive as I had planned, the librarian that I could usually persuade to do me little favours, a very nice single lady of about 35, called Anthea, was not on duty that afternoon. The officious young guy on the desk just handed me a couple of leaflets about local museums and the Salisbury Civic Society but the latter did have the group's contact details.

The whole of Friday was taken up with interviewing candidates for the two new gardener posts that we wanted to fill. By the end of the day we had short listed one guy who fitted the bill for the senior gardener role and two more, a younger chap and a girl for the trainee slot. 

Maggie telephoned Jasper Lee the new senior gardener when we finished the interviews about four-thirty and told him that the job was his and we were both glad when he accepted. Jasper was a slim athletic looking guy of 28 with a mop of blonde hair and a diploma in garden design backed by ten years work experience with Gloucester Council Parks department. He was recently separated from his wife and eager to move to a new city and agreed to give his notice in on Monday and would be able to start with us on or around the 5th of June which fitted our needs perfectly. 

The two trainee candidates were both very good and Maggie and I were struggling to choose between them and so decided to think on it over the week-end and then make a final decision on Tuesday, after the bank holiday.

The all important weather began to clear over the week-end with prolonged sunny gaps between the showers and as Gwen had taken Emma out for a day's driving practice in the car I decided to work and so Sunday morning I collected the Land Rover from the garden centre and drove over to Caroline's house at Bishopsdown. I assumed that she would not be at home as I had telephoned her office again on Friday and had been told that she was still in the United States on business and not expected back for several more days.

As I had anticipated, the newly laid grass turf was pretty waterlogged and so I got the aerator-roller down from the Land Rover and spent a couple of hours carefully pricking the surface of the lawn to allow for better drainage and then sprinkled the grass with a selective fungicide mixture to prevent moss taking hold. 

The heavy rain had left the flower beds quite damp but had nicely broken down the horse manure that I had forked in a few days ago, and as it was still dry I decided to make a start on getting the shrubs planted in. In fact, apart from one prolonged heavy shower which drove me into the shed with my flask and cigarettes for half an hour, the day stayed dry and by five o'clock I had all the planting finished. 

By the time that I got home, had a shower and changed into jeans and a t-shirt, Gwen was getting ready to serve up an early dinner as we all had arrangements for the evening. Emma had fixed to go out with Janice and some other friends, I was meeting Josh at the Royal George Inn in Salisbury to celebrate his being accepted into Leeds University, and Gwen had been invited over to Maggie's place for the night. It was a bank holiday, May Day, on Monday and we were only opening the garden centre from 12 'til 4 so everybody could have a lay in the next morning if we had a late night. 

Gwen was dropping Emma off at the riding stables and as it was still dry and had turned quite mild, and I knew that I was going to be drinking, I walked into town and got to the pub about eight o'clock. The bar was already heaving; mostly students from the college and some old school friends, some with their girl friends, and all were drinking fairly steadily even that early in the evening. I ordered a whisky at the bar and then pushed my way to the table occupied by Josh, his brother Tim and a couple of our closer friends from school, Simon Goldblum, Adam Black and a girl I had never seen before who was introduced as Adam's girlfriend, Jane or Janey, I think. 

Josh was pretty ecstatic at getting into university, like me he had dropped out of his A-Levels half way through but had chosen to go to college to study journalism and retake his essential exams. 

"Fucking miracle...that's what it is! Bloody good fishing rivers in Yorkshire too!" He kept crowing over and over. He was already three parts cut, and was energetically pumping the hands of anybody who came over to congratulate him, Simon and I were sitting either side of him and he must have shook our hands at least a dozen times. 

I was really pleased for him, Josh, and I had been mates since junior school although we had drifted apart the last few years as our interests diverged. He only really had two interests in life his abiding love of fishing and his new romance with journalism. I was also glad that he had got himself sorted out for his mother's sake, Becca had been worried that his wanting to be a journalist was just an adolescent fad but she would be pleased that he had netted a degree course in media studies at a decent university. My only reservation was that living on his own on campus he would probably get pissed every night, but then that was what all students did anyway.

By about ten-fifteen everybody was getting to be seriously drunk. I hadn't had so much to drink since Old Year's Night and I was certainly pissed enough that when somebody suggested the whole group went on to a house rave I agreed to go along, even though I am really not keen on parties or large gatherings. Several of us crowded up to the bar and eventually persuaded the landlord to make us some off-licence sales and we all left the pub armed with bottles of beer, wine or spirits. 

The party was not far away, a house on Belle Vue Road, and the dozen or so of us trooped up to the front door laughing and singing drunkenly. To my surprise we were welcome, or at least our bottles were, and were soon all sprawled about the place or thrashing about on the area designated as a dance floor. I guessed that somebody's parents were in for a severe shock when they came home, the house was already looking seriously trashed there were empty bottles and full ashtrays everywhere and pop music was hammering out from what was obviously the sitting room. I reckoned that the bash had been going for some time, nearly everybody was drunk and I suspected some were stoned, and the more randy couples were pairing off and petting or even shagging with hardly any thought to privacy or discretion. I was drunk but that type of rave was not really my scene.

The party crowd was mostly young people about my own age; there were several faces that I knew other than from Josh's celebration group but also quite a few strangers. I never did find out whose house we were using. After a time and several more whiskeys I decided I needed some air and threaded my way through the crowd and out of the kitchen door into the rear garden. Even outside the sound of the music blaring out was deafening and I was surprised that the neighbours had not called the police by now. The rear garden was in complete darkness but I could just make out the pale forms of two or three couples who appeared to be shagging energetically on the large lawn probably totally drunk and unaware that they were visible from the house despite the darkness.

It was a sizable detached house with a very large drive-through garage built onto one side, there were no outside lights and nobody else around so I just lit a cigarette and leaned against the corner of the house close to the nearest garage door which was standing half open. 

I could hear noises inside the garage, scuffling, muttered words and moans, and if I had not been as pissed as I was would have recognised them for what they were and simply discreetly moved away; but I was smashed and so decided to investigate. I leaned around the open garage door and peered in. The big up and over door at the far end was open and the garage was dimly lit by the street lighting beyond. 

At first the only thing that my drunken senses registered was the shape of a large white saloon car parked facing towards me and then I made out two figures bent over the front of the bonnet. Pathetically slowly my eyes absorbed and transmitted what they were seeing to my befuddled brain, a man's naked buttocks humping furiously at a half naked girl who was spread-eagled face down beneath him over the bonnet of the car; she had longish dark hair and long, naked legs which were twitching as the guy thrust at her. It wasn't a particularly pretty sight and certainly not a turn-on; they hadn't seen me and I was being very careful in my tortoise like efforts to turn away without disturbing their pleasures. I don't think I am the voyeur type; I am not even keen on spectator sports... I would much rather be doing than watching. 

I took a silent step backwards and was beginning to turn away when an alarm bell started to ring in my whisky soused brain. There was something wrong about the way that the guy was pinning the girl to the bonnet of the car by her shoulders; he was grunting in obvious satisfaction with his violent rutting but she was not moaning in pleasure as I had first thought, she was sobbing. Deep heart rending sobs. I turned back and for the first time saw that there was a dark liquid stain spreading down the white paintwork of the car from beneath them. 

I took a step forward through the door. They still hadn't seen me but I could recognise that dark stain, it was blood. 

Now I could make out the girl's gasping, sobbing words. "Stop it, Kevin....please stop it.... It hurts... I'll let you fuck me if you do, just please stop it!" 

I could now also see that what I had thought was doggy-style sex was not; his shaft was buried deep into her anus, he was buggering her and she did not appear to like it or want it. 

They obviously knew each other, but I recognised neither of them and I guess the sensible thing to do should have been to turn and stagger away before they saw me. Instead I took another step forward and opened my stupid mouth.

"Hey, get off her you bastard!" I slurred aggressively. 




The Touch Ch. 33



The guy stayed where he was rammed hard inside of her anus but turned his head to look over his shoulder. I have got to say without prejudice that he was an ugly sod; he had several days' worth of stubble covering his acne spotted face and long greasy light brown hair and looked to be about my height but a bit slimmer and less broad across the shoulders. 

"Fuck off and find your own fucking doughnut!" He growled.

The girl must have suddenly realised that there was somebody else there. "Oh please, help me... make him stop.... make him stop!" She whimpered and started to struggle beneath him. 

I guess that he realised that he was in a vulnerable position, jeans around his knees, and his dick deep in her arse, because he smacked her hard across the back of the head, bouncing her face off the car bonnet, and then jerked his hips hard, one final time and let out a loud grunt of satisfaction and then dribbled his cum across her buttock as he pulled out and side-stepped quickly around to the side of the car pulling up his trousers. 

My mind finally started to clear and I took two steps towards him bringing my fists up; a wordless, angry growl rising in my throat. He spun on his heel and sprinted out of the front of the garage skidding to a halt in the gravel drive. 

"I'll be back fucker!" he sneered giving me the finger, "I'll get you right and bleedin' proper!" 

"Come on then... let's see you try it!" I challenged, but he was already running out onto the street and away. 

I turned back to the girl. She had not moved and was still lying over the car bonnet; I could see that she was grasping the windscreen wipers tightly in her hands and that one of them was twisted out of shape in her fist. She was sobbing frantically and her shoulders were heaving to each wrenching sob, her face was turned to one side, facing me and I could see rivulets of tears running over her cheek and soaking her hair. 

I really did not know what to do... I'm not sure that I would have known had I been fully sober. What I had initially thought was a t-shirt was actually a plain, light blue dress which had been bunched up around her waist, and a pair of black cotton panties was hanging from one ankle; there was no sign of any shoes, assuming she had some. 

She was in a real mess. There was blood smearing her buttocks and the rear of her thighs and a thick black stream of it oozing down the bonnet of the car, far more blood than I would have thought probable. 

I crouched down at the side of the car and extended my hand. I did not want to actually touch her; I remembered reading somewhere that women who had been sexually abused or raped often re-acted badly if another man put hands on them no matter how kindly meant. 

"Can you stand up... do you want me to help you?" I asked her as gently and quietly as I could manage.

She didn't move except to fix her eyes onto my face. "Has he gone? Kevin... has he gone?" she whispered hoarsely.

"Yes, he's gone." I told her, the experience was starting to sober me up a bit and my brain was beginning to function on a sensible level. "You need to get off of there... I need to get you some help..." I kept my hand outstretched but didn't move.

She released her hold on the windscreen wipers and started to slide off of the car but when her bare feet hit the concrete her knees started to buckle and she grabbed out and clutched my hand for support then placed the other on the bonnet and steadied herself until her was leaning at the front of the vehicle. 

I took a chance and reached across and tugged the hem of her dress down so that her arse and bloodied thighs were covered and a tiny scrap of modesty was restored to her. 

I was still kneeling just holding her hand when suddenly a gigantic shadow fell over us from the back door of the garage. "Hello, hello.... What is going on here then?" 

I breathed a sigh of relief, it was only Simon Goldblum; of all the guys at the party I was so glad that it was he who had found us. I had known Simon since grammar school 1st year, and we had both been in our house rugby team; he was still keen and now a star player for the Salisbury Rugby Football Club. Simon could never be mistaken for anything but a rugby player, he was about 6' 2" in his stocking feet and almost as broad as he was long, very handsome with short black curly hair, dark brown eyes and a winning smile that totally disarmed the girls and had them panting after him. As usual he was wearing the club rugby shirt of green and white stripes over his jeans. Despite his size he was probably one of the gentlest and kindest men that I knew, but a pure devil in a scrum and the former school boxing champion. He was now preparing to go to the University of St. Andrews to study medicine and in all likelihood would in time become a famous surgeon like both his parents. 

"Bloody hell, Simon.... You had me scared shitless..." I gasped. He had also alarmed the girl who grasped my hand tightly, her nails digging into my fingers and was still crying softly.

"What IS going on, Jamie?" He asked quietly his eyes taking in the girl's distress, the blood dripping from the car and the state of her clothing.

"She has been..... er, attacked," I told him, I felt that giving any more detail about the incident would somehow be a breach of confidence even though I did not know this girl at all. "Can you ask one of the other girls to come out to us.... And I think that the police and an ambulance should be called..."

She spun away from the car almost falling and let out a sharp cry of pain, "NO! NO! Please don't call the police or ambulance.... I'm OK... really I am... it was just something that got out of hand... " She turned to me, "I will be alright if I can just rest for a bit. Will you stay with me... just you... nobody else?" She looked pointedly at Simon who took the hint. 

"There are some plastic chairs outside...I'll bring one in for you," he said and went back out of the door.

"Thank you..." she murmured.

I stood up and took her elbow to support her, she was very shaky, still a bit weepy and obviously in pain, and then suddenly there was the crunch of gravel in the drive at the front of the garage as a car pulled in. The doors were flung open and three youths got out. The first I instantly recognised as the bum-fucking boyfriend, Kevin, another was very similar in appearance but maybe a year or two older, probably a brother and the third was a small thin lad who reminded me of a mangy weasel. 

They moved towards the open garage front in a line. "I'm goin' to kick your fuckin' head in you poncy cock-sucker!" Kevin bawled as they advanced. None of them looked particularly tough, but that night I was still at least half pissed and I noticed something gleaming in Weasel's right hand and guessed that he had some sort of knife. That made him the most dangerous and I certainly didn't want him behind me, and so I thrust the girl back towards the rear of the garage and then moved around the car until I was facing Weasel with the reassuring bulk of the car guarding my left flank.

"I'm gonna stick you..." he mouthed, sounding like some cheap second rate hood in a movie, raising a short kitchen knife and holding it out in front of him. I wasn't at all happy with the situation but it was certainly serving to sober me up fast. He had come to a halt, I was standing in almost total darkness; he obviously wanted me to come out to him and then I spotted a yard broom leaning against the garage wall only a few inches from my right hand. I stamped down on the brush head and wrenched the broom handle away, I now had a four foot length of pole which I thought trumped his four inch blade. 

I didn't wait for an invitation I just spun the broom handle and stormed forward out of the darkness. I remembered Dennis telling me about his army training and how when faced with a baton or club most opponents expected the wielder to maximise the power and swing the thing overhead, they seldom expected a lunge with the point. I thrust the inch thick rod forwards with all the strength of both shoulders, ramming it into Weasel's chest and heard something snap. He let out a high pitched scream and sat down hard clutching his chest, the knife skidding under the car, and then, as I prodded at him again threateningly he scrambled backwards and started back towards their car bent almost double. 

In my pre-occupation with Weasel I had drunkenly completely forgotten the other two Muppets. I remembered them fast when there was a metallic crash by my head and something large and soft and limp bounced off the roof of the white car and rolled onto the floor and started to crawl away...it was Kevin, I heard Simon's terrifying lion-like roar behind me and guessed that he been giving Kevin flying lessons. 

I was looking around for the older one before I realised that he was right beside me and felt him land a fist hard into my ribs, it hurt but it didn't feel as though he had done any serious damage, I had taken far worse punches on the sports field. I must have dropped the broom handle after seeing off Weasel and so I swung out wildly forgetting everything that Dad had taught me about boxing but had the satisfaction of feeling my knuckles make contact with something that crunched and gave way before my fist. Then Simon was right beside me and Kevin the Arse-fucker's brother was running like a rabbit back towards his car, blood streaming from his nose. 

The door of the car banged and it reversed out of the drive in a spray of gravel and then screamed away to the sound of crashing gears and burning tyre rubber. Amazingly the whole scrap had only taken a few seconds although as I looked back and replayed each second in my mind it seemed like a bloody lifetime. 

"Feh! What sort of a shlumi'el are you, Jamie.... You invite me to a dance and there are only three partners?" Simon chuckled from the other side of the car. "I don't think they will be back for another round... but you should probably close the garage door." 

I pulled down the big steel up and over door which threw the garage into almost total darkness and then walked back towards the rear. The girl was now sitting uncomfortably in a green plastic garden chair by the closed rear door and Simon was standing in the opening the other side ready to leave. 

"Just like old times... you and me brawling in the school playground, two kovesh against all comers, eh!" He laughed and reached around behind the door and produced an almost full bottle of cheap whisky which he thrust in my direction. "I brought this out with me... I think your need is greater than mine, I found a case inside."

I stepped up to Simon and we exchanged a back slapping bear-hug. "Thanks Si," I didn't need to say more we knew each other too well. It had never even crossed my mind that he might think I was responsible for the girl's distress and I don't believe that he had thought it either. He walked back to the kitchen door and I waited for a minute before returning to the girl. The really amazing thing was that nobody at the party seemed to have noticed any of what had gone down in the garage, but the music was still very loud and everybody was as pissed as newts. 

I went back to the girl and crouched down in front of her. She was not the sort of girl that I found particularly attractive; I thought her face was a bit plain and angular and her hair a mess but then she was flushed with crying and her eyes were red and swollen and she had a bruise starting on her cheek. I think she was about 5'4" with small breasts and was very slim with almost no curves to her waist and hips but her legs were slim and shapely and I remembered her buttocks being small but well rounded. 

"Do you want some of this?" I offered unscrewing the cap and holding forward the whisky bottle. She smiled weakly and nodded and took a serious swig and swallowed it down without coughing. "What is your name?" I asked, she said nothing, "I need to call you something.... I think you owe me a name if nothing else... don't you?" 

"Cherry," she murmured, "Cheryl really but they call me Cherry. What's yours?"

"Jamie." I offered. "I really think that I should get you some help... you've been bleeding... you ought to get yourself examined..."

"NO! There's really no need....." She started to sob softly again and then suddenly the dam burst and words flowed from her as if she needed to purge her pain by telling the story "It wasn't really rape you know.... Kevin is sort of my boyfriend, we dated before, and we did it... you know, had sex once before.... I suppose it was really my fault..."

I could not understand why this silly girl was defending a violent pig who had obviously been hurting her and had probably hurt her in the past. She didn't seem to be very bright but I had no patience with creeps who beat up on girls. 

"We came in here to be alone... Kevin tried to get into the car but it was locked... we were snogging and I was letting him touch my tits and then he wanted to have a screw..." She took a deep breath and tried to wipe her eyes with her hand. I fished into my pocket and came up with a clean hankerchief for her. "I told him that we couldn't because it was my period... I have terrible periods, a lot of pain and I bleed constantly." She blew her nose noisily and offered the hankerchief back to me, I indicated that she should keep it. She was starting to cry again. I patted her hand and nodded for her to continue with the story. 

"He got really angry... started pushing me and saying horrible things... I really didn't want to have sex... it's painful at this time of the month.. and I told him I was afraid that I would get up the duff... you know... pregnant." She managed a weak smile. "I told him that I would wank him off but he didn't want that.... he just kept shouting at me that he wanted a fuck." She was gabbling though her tears as though she needed to get the whole story out quickly. "Then he got all nice and said there was a way that I could make it good for him and no chance of getting stuffed up. He told me he would just put his cock between my bum cheeks .... That I should bend over the car..... I didn't know he was going to..... going to.... " She broke into another fit of gasping sobs. 

"It's OK you don't need to...." I wasn't sure if a really wanted to hear the rest, I had seen for myself what had obviously happened.

"He just rammed his cock into me.... " she wailed. "I just couldn't believe it..... it hurt so much....my arse felt like it was tearing, I begged him to stop but he wouldn't, the bastard just kept shoving his prick in harder and harder, it felt so big and hard, I could feel myself stretched and bleeding inside and I was frightened.... I didn't want to do it and it hurt, it felt like my arsehole was on fire!" She blew her nose again, hard. "And I was bleeding again from my period as well.. and he just wouldn't stop.... and it hurt me!"

She was sobbing her heart out again and I knew that I was out of my depth. I took a couple of seriously large pulls from the bottle and lit a cigarette and offered it to her, she shook her head. "Look," I said, "I'm going into the house to get one of the other girls to come and talk to you... maybe she will take you home if you won't go to the hospital?"

I went back into the house and asked around until I found a couple of girls who knew Cherry and told them she had been knocked about by her boyfriend. They finally agreed to get a taxi to take her home if I paid and followed me out to the garage. 

Cherry was gone. There was still the blood on the car bonnet, smears of more blood on the chair and I found a pair of sling back shoes beneath the car. The other girls did not seem to concerned.

"Fuck her..the stupid bitch!" One of them said to me. "If she is crazy enough to date that lunatic Kevin, she deserves what she gets..." So much for petticoat solidarity, I thought. 

I wandered through the house, the party was starting to break up and most of our group were ready to leave. Nobody had seen anything of Cherry. 

"She has probably gone off looking for that prick Kevin...." Simon commented as we all sat on the garden wall waiting for our taxi. Josh and I were really rat-arsed but Si was relatively sober. "If you went down to the hospital casualty department later you would probably find her, kicked half to death and fucked brainless by all three of those little toe-rags!" 

I didn't want to think about that possibility. There were a couple of inches of whisky left in the bottle and so I swigged down half and then passed it to Simon. Cherry was one of life's born victims but she still didn't deserve to be treated that way, nobody did. 

I was the first to be dropped off by the taxi and stood in the road outside of our house drunkenly swaying and waving to Josh, Tim and Simon as they were driven away. It had been an evening of contrasts, the pub had been good fun it had been great to relax and just be an irresponsible teenager for a change; the incident with Cherry had put a bit of a dampener on the party, but hey-ho, what I really needed was another drink.

I let myself into the house and went straight through to the dining room and hooked a tumbler and a half full bottle of whisky out of the drinks cabinet and staggered up the stairs to my room. There was no point in trying to be silent, Gwen was staying at Maggie's place, I remembered Emma had said she could be sleeping over at the stables, I was on my own in the house. 

I took off my jeans and shoes, poured myself a large drink and sat in my leather club chair, in my boxers and t-shirt musing about the evening. Josh had been hilarious the way that he had become totally immersed in his joy about going to Uni; we had all laughed like drains when he had stood on a chair in the pub and pontificated about his father, Tim and himself being the greatest anglers in the world and didn't even stop talking after he buggered over and lay on the pub floor, soaked in beer. 

It had been really great seeing Simon again, we hadn't met up much since I left school and in many ways, although I had known Josh longer and Simon had been a boarder at school, his parents both worked in Israel for long periods, of the two Si and I were probably the closer friends. 

The incident with Cherry gave me some cause for inebriated reflection. Not just the violence both sexual and physical but the whole concept of anal sex. I had never had anal sex although I remembered Debbie hinting about it once, I knew guys who claimed that they had and I was never blind to the fact that bum-fucking happened between boys at boarding school, although far less than the urban myth suggested. I guess it was the male counterpart of girl-on-girl sex which I knew was quite common at girl's schools. 

I had also heard the claims that some girls not only did it, but also liked it although in truth I had never discussed it with any woman that I knew and my one experience of anal sex had been that same night and had convinced me that it was probably something that most girls would find painful and wish to avoid. I wanted any sexual acts that I shared with a woman to be mutually pleasurable and I would need a lot of convincing before I would risk inflicting the sort of pain that I had witnessed that night. 

The couple of additional glasses of whisky that I had consumed had topped me off, I was totally rat-arsed again and desperately needed a pee. I levered myself out of the chair and staggered down the hall to the bathroom, falling through the door with a loud crash. Somehow I managed to take a leak without falling into the pan or pissing over the floor and was quite pleased with myself for that achievement until I looked in the large bathroom mirror. The reflection that stared back at me looked pasty faced and slack jawed and there was a large smear of blood on one cheek and a trail of blood droplets splattered aross the shoulder of my t-shirt.




The Touch Ch. 33



What I needed was a hot shower. It would wash away the sweat and grime, make me feel more human and help me to sleep. I stripped off my clothes and tossed them in an untidy heap on the floor, missing the laundry basket with every single item, then pushed back the sliding door with a loud crash and lurched into the shower cabinet and turned the spray on full force.

The hot water slashed at my skin with tiny needle pricks of pleasurable pain and suddenly I realised that the pummelling of the shower had produced an erection swinging heavily before me under the hot cascade which was causing it to throb with the need to release. I wrapped my faithful right hand around the stiffened shaft and just squeezed, I was already very close to shooting my load, and then something made me look up. 

Emma was standing right in front of me, no more than a foot away just outside the open door of the shower cabinet, her bare feet in a puddle of overspilled water. She had obviously been in bed until my crashing around had woken her up as she was wearing only her long sleeping t-shirt which just, barely covered the dark curls of her pubic bush. Her top was sprinkled with spray from the shower and was sticking to her small pointed breasts, the nipples dark and prominent through the fabric. She was grinning mischieviously and her eyes were fixed on my bulging prick. 

"Whaaa' ... you shouldn't be .... here..!" I slurred drunkenly. Her little wet tits were so enticing that I had a lump in my throat and my hand, grasping my boner was shaking. 

She made a little giggling sound and then reached out very slowly and just touched my swollen glans with the tip of her finger and I simply erupted, ejeculating a long stream of semen onto the front of her top with a loud grunt before my legs gave way and I collapsed, sliding down the tiled wall of the shower enclosure. 

I remember very little of the next half an hour or so just fractions of memory; of Emma hauling me out of the shower and propping me on the shower stool and patting me dry with a towel.... of sitting on the edge of my bed, totally naked.... She was there somewhere too, I think. Finally I remember laying in bed on my side beneath the duvet, still totally bare skinned, the room was in darkness and I may have been asleep and had woken up; somebody was spooned behind me, also naked, somebody with small pointy tits that were burning into the skin of my back. 

When I awoke in the morning the sun was high in the sky and my bedside clock told me that it was nearly nine o'clock. My head was spinning, my mouth felt like the bottom of a bird cage and my ribs felt as though I had been hit with a hammer. I was laying half curled up and something soft and wet was bunched up against my groin, my limp prick felt soft and sticky and I knew that I had shot my load sometime in the very near past. 

I pushed away the duvet and looked down, my head spun and I had to hang onto the edge of the bed. The object was a t-shirt, Emma's t-shirt, the one she had been wearing the night before. It was bunched up around my cock and was wet with what could only be recent jiz; a memory crawled into my head of ejeculating over her in the bathroom, but this was far more recent, that other would have dried hours ago.

Another memory slowly emerged of feeling a naked girl's body against my back during the night... It had to have been Emma... she wasn't supposed to have been in the house, but she had been.

"Oh, God... what have I fucking done...?" I muttered out loud to myself. 

I got up and went back through to the bathroom, locked the door and took an icy cold shower before sitting down naked on the stool. The cold water had cleared my head a bit and I started to reason sensibly. I was sure that even in my drunken state, if I had shagged Emma I would remember...also my body would feel differently.... I knew intimateley what it felt like to wake up after sex with a woman. 

At some time during the night I had either had a wet dream or I had jerked myself off again..... or I had been wanked off by somebody else!

I went back to my room and got dressed ready for work, Maggie and Gwen were going out somewhere for the day and so I would be minding the store for the afternoon, it was May Day Bank Holiday and so we would be running on a skeleton staff.

Emma was sitting in the kitchen when I got downstairs fully dressed complete with her waterproof riding coat and was obvioiusly ready to cycle over to the stables. She had the day off and was going riding, that was why I hadn't expected her to be back the previous night. She had made coffee for me and there was a steaming cup on the table.

"Hi Emms," I mumbled sheepishly. I felt foolish, embarrassed and a bit ashamed of myself. "I'm sorry... about last night I mean... about everything...."

"It's OK," she was grinning like a Cheshire cat, enjoying my discomfort, "That's what a sister is for... to put her brother to bed when he comes home stinking, bloody drunk!" She was laughing lightly but her voice had just a slight edge of sarcasm. 

My relationship with Emma was a knife-edge thing just then, in many ways we were closer than we had been for years but there was also a lot of taboo sexual tension between us and the happenings of last night could blow the whole thing apart. I decided that I would not mention the events in the bathroom, or that I knew she had spent the night naked in my bed, or about that cum soaked t-shirt, but I had to know how she felt this morning.

"I didn't do anything that upset you, then?"

She made a pretense of thinking about it. "You were a bit HARD TO HANDLE but I enjoyed that part," she giggled, and reached out a finger and ran it lightly down my chest, over my belt and kept going until she had stroked it down the length of my prick. 

That light touch left me breathless. She spun away and made for the back door laughing. "Oh Jay," she said turning briefly. I was still standing like a dope with my mouth open, "Do the laundry before Mum gets home.... I think I left my t-shirt upstairs somewhere!" She giggled. "You spilt something on it....twice!"

I sat down at the table and picked up my coffee. What the hell had she meant by 'hard to handle', my thoughts returned to her body next to mine during the night and the soft moistness of my prick this morning. Had she wanked me off whilst I slept? I really genuinely didn't know and not knowing worried me. 

My hangover didn't help. I felt as though I was in a recurring dream of déjà vu experiences, Emma spooned against my naked back whilst I was drunk, just as I had spent the night with Caroline a few days ago. Add to that shooting my load onto her in the bathroom... bloody hell I had done almost the same thing to Maggie in her pool. 

Maggie had never specifically mentioned the incident, she had shrugged it off as an 'accidents will happen' type of occurance. She did not seem to be upset or offended. 

Emma on the other hand seemed to be revelling in the whole experience. I was still absolutely sure that I had not shagged her, but that was all that I was sure of, except I was sure that Emma was not going to let me off the hook easily by just simply telling me what happened whilst I was so pissed that I couldn't remember for myself. I was going to need to talk to her about it but I was not looking forward to that chore.



The Touch Ch. 34



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 



The Touch Pt. 34 Brothers and their Sisters – Sisters and their Brothers

I did not deliberately avoid Emma for the next couple of days but as the weather was holding out we were all picking up outside jobs which had been postponed from last week and I was working through from early morning until dusk as I was putting in extra hours planting in the summer bedding flowers at Caroline's in the evenings to catch-up on time lost. The times that I did see her everything seem normal between us, there was no friction; she didn't even tease me or flirt with me but she did seem cheerful and happy and kept grinning like the cat that got the cream; my cream I guess.

Maggie and I picked up a hedging job at Paul's Dene, a suburb to the north of Salisbury, to put in a twenty yard run of Cotoneaster Franchettii, a nice evergreen shrub that was becoming very popular, partly due to the pretty white flowers that bloom in early summer and the colourful orange berry crop through the winter, a big attraction for wild birds. The bushes needed to go in quite quickly as they were starting to bud. 

I had already completed a couple of other small jobs that morning and so I met Maggie at the customer's house just after lunch. Planting in twenty-five smallish bushes probably didn't really justify both of the senior partners being there but the job did need to be finished in a single afternoon and Maggie and I wanted some time together to talk, mainly about our staffing issues. 

When we had planted in about half of the shrubs we decided to take a mid-afternoon break for coffee and biscuits and took our flasks and availed ourselves of a convenient garden bench seat. 

We still had not been able to decide which of the two applicants for the trainee gardener jobs we should take although we had been tossing it back and forth all afternoon. Both were equally suitable and both had seemed very keen and able.  

The first was a young guy who was nearly 18 named Benson Pope, he had left school at sixteen and had been working for the past eighteen months at the golf club as a trainee groundsman and so was known to Colin and came with his recommendation which put him right at the top of the list. He was really keen to work with Colin again and seemed totally in awe of Maggie. 

He was a shortish, rather chubby looking lad which was deceptive as up close you immediately realised that a lot of that chub was actually muscle. He had a broad pleasant face covered in freckles and curly ginger hair which made him look a lot younger than he was, but Colin reckoned that he had a lot of potential and that was good enough for me. 

The other hopeful was Elizabeth Rollesby, who liked to be known as Libby. She also came with a recommendation, from my old college tutor who had pushed her to apply for the job and had taken the trouble to ring and ask me to interview her. Libby was attractive in a rather homely way, with shortish brown hair, quite an infectious smile and a neat 'fitness regime' figure with smallish tits, a firm waist and stomach and rounded buttocks crowning quite muscular and strong looking legs.  

I vaguely remembered her from college, she had started the horticulture course about a year before I finished but had dropped out after about two months. She was quite candid about her reasons; they were singularly financial...she was over 18 and could not afford to continue paying the college fees once the grant ceased, and so had been forced to quit college and take a full time job in a supermarket to support herself. I guessed that she also recognised me but probably couldn't place me, as several times during the interview I caught her looking at me out of the corner of her eye when she thought I was looking away. 

Both had been more than willing to agree to the conditions that Maggie had set on the trainee job; a commitment to work for us for three years, and the willingness to take the Cities and Guilds Horticulture course and see it through. De Veres would sponsor their college fees and at the end there would be a guaranteed career with us as a senior gardener.  Maggie was absolutely committed to promoting horticulture as a well paid professional career for young people... her magic had worked for me and I was in total agreement. 

In truth Maggie and I were each trying to find justification for hiring both candidates and I think that the final deciding factor was that I had received a letter that morning telling me that I had been accepted for the Royal Horticultural Society Diploma course at Writtle Agricultural College near Chelmsford in Essex, subject to my attending an interview and assessment during the next few weeks. 

It was a fairly rigorous three year course in about twenty parts, theory and practical; but could be taken as a part time course, mostly what they were now calling distance learning, working from study packs either at home or the work place, plus about fifty compulsory days in college for lectures and assessments. There was an optional degree qualifying segment which could be taken on completion of the whole course.  

The down side was that I would be away from Salisbury for several days at a time through the year, plus possible extended on site project works at significant garden sites up and down the country in the second and third years, which made it now really critical that we upped the head count for the gardening team.



The up side was that the college had accepted Maggie as my primary mentor and that a lot of my practical work could be performed as part of my normal working schedule for the garden centre with Maggie's reports backed by an independent assessor.  I knew that Maggie would always be scrupulously fair but I guess the there was always the risk of accusations of nepotism. 

I hadn't told anybody about the letter as it had been delivered to home by first post; I had shoved it into my pocket and only opened it during my morning break between jobs, so Maggie was almost the first to know. I had driven to a public call box between jobs and telephoned Gwen at the hospital to tell her first. I handed Maggie the sheaf of documents and let her scan through them whilst I sat and puffed at a cigarette and watched her lovely face for an initial reaction to the news. I had been boiling over inside all morning waiting to tell somebody... no that was not quite true... not just anyone... waiting to tell Maggie. 

"Oh Jamie, this is fantastic... I am so pleased for you... and so proud of you as well," She leaned over and put her arms around my neck and pulled my face to hers and gave me a long lingering kiss on the lips, not at all an aunt to nephew kiss, it was soft and compliant our mouths slightly open so that the tips of our tongues briefly touched. "You are happy about it, aren't you?" she asked smiling. The course acceptance, or the kiss? Yes, I was happy about both. I nodded my agreement smiling broadly, I could now fully understand Josh's joy at his university acceptance; I suppose that it is just one of those milestone events of your youth, but mainly I was thrilled that Maggie had told me she was proud of me.

"We need to celebrate," she told me smiling. "Why don't we all go out tonight for a meal and then party?" I must have pulled a wry face, "What! Don't you want to?" 

"I don't think that I could handle another party for a little while, I'm still getting over Sunday night." Emma had made certain that everybody knew that I had got totally rat-arsed and that she had needed to help me to bed but had not mentioned any of the more intimate things that had happened between us. 

Nobody knew about Cherry or the fight; I hadn't mentioned it and Josh couldn't remember anything about the party at all when I telephoned him on Monday.  I still hadn't spoken to Becca and she had been out when I talked to Josh, so I asked him to have her call me when she was free, but I knew that he probably wouldn't remember.

I certainly had no intention of getting drunk again for any reason however justified, and parties or raves were certainly going to be scratched runners for some time, but I really did want to share my happiness with Gwen and Maggie and Emma. "Let's all go out somewhere nice on Saturday evening for a meal... we can make it a joint celebration when Emma passes her driving test tomorrow. I absolutely know that she will."

"OK if that is your wish... my gallant knight... then your boon shall be granted," she chuckled. "It will be my treat... I will book somewhere.... No arguments, OK?" 

"Thank you my queen," I grinned, standing and giving her a mock bow. "Where ever you choose will be Camelot to me." I didn't know why I said that it just seemed to slip out, was I subconsciously thinking of Lancelot and Guinevere? I should be that lucky!

We returned to our work still laughing, the 'gallant knight' thing had been a private joke between us since I had stood up for her against her ex-husband last November. The little silver statuette of a knight on a charger that she had given me at Christmas was one of my most cherished possessions although nobody but we two knew its significance. 

"I suppose that if you are going to be sloping off all over the country and deserting me we really ought to take on both of the trainees.... I could initially assign Benson to Colin and you and I can share Libby between us, OK?"

"Oh absolutely, my own thoughts exactly." I replied. 





Emma had the whole day off on Thursday and I had agreed to take most of the day out to go with her to her driving test and had promised her lunch afterwards. We took Gwen's car for Emma to use during the test as she was used to driving the VW Golf and had been practicing with it for weeks. Gwen had a meeting in Bristol and so she used my Polo to drive to the station after the three of us had breakfast together and she spent some time with Emma boosting her confidence for the driving test. 

The test was booked for 11 am and so we spent an hour driving around town as a final practice and then, because the Salisbury test centre was temporarily closed for refurbishment, we parked on the Salt Lane car park to wait for the Test Examiner,

The examiner, who turned up dead on time, was about sixty with a quite solemn face but greeted Emma pleasantly enough and I watched them drive off and then strolled across to the Five Bells pub on the corner of Salt Lane and St. Edmund's Church Street for a cup of coffee. Judging by the number of coffee drinkers with Highway Code booklets, in the bar several were either waiting for their driving tests or had been dropped off after. The Test Centre being closed was obviously a bonus for the landlord of the Five Bells. 

I finished my coffee and went back to the car park and sat on the wall smoking for about ten minutes until I saw Gwen's car pulling in from Salt Lane and edge into a space over on the rear wall.  I had full confidence in Emma's driving ability but I still felt nervous for her as they sat in the car whilst he went through the necessary paperwork for either pass or failure. Eventually the test examiner left the car and walked over to his own vehicle and got in. Emma was still sitting in the driver seat of the Golf and so, full of trepidation, I walked over. She must have spotted me in the rear view mirror as the door swung open and she stepped out and I knew immediately that she had passed. 

"Yes, yes, yes!" she shouted, jumping up and down and waving her arms in the air, one hand clutching her pass certificate. She bounced up to me like she was on springs, "I've passed! I've bloody passed!"

"That's fantastic Emms," I enthused, "Well done you....congratulations!" 

Before I could stop her she literally leapt up throwing her arms around my neck and hooking her feet up behind her, nearly over balancing both of us, I had no choice but to grasp her around the waist and swing her around, her dark hair fanning our around her face, just to stay on my feet. 

"I did it, I did it, I did it!" She crowed loudly. An elderly couple returning to their car in the next row stopped and laughing, gave her a round of applause, I figured that regular users of the car park had become used to people taking the driving tests from there. 

When she finally allowed me to put her down the first thing that she did was to go round the car and peel off the learner L plates. I held out my hand to take them from her.

"Give them to me, I'll put them in the rubbish bin."

She opened the car boot and dropped them inside. "No way... they are MINE... you gave them to me when you paid for my lessons... I'm keeping them."

"OK," I laughed. "I promised you lunch if you passed... so where do you want to go... anywhere you like?" 

She gave me a big radiant smile. "I want to go to...... Stoby's"

"Oh NO!" I groaned in mock exasperation, "Not bloody fish and chips again.... Every time I take you for a meal you want fish and chips."

"I like fish and chips," she replied with a little pout, "I only ever get to have them when I am with you ... and it's my favourite place, you used to take me there every Saturday when we were kids remember?" 

It was true, from the time she was age ten I had met her out of ballet classes on term time Saturday mornings, after my rugby practice, and we had nearly always gone to Stoby's for take-away fish and chips to eat on the way home. It had become a little ritual for us that had ended when she was fourteen; Emma's dance lessons and my extra-curriculum sports were a luxury Mum could no longer afford and they became a casualty of Dad's sudden disappearance and the financial crisis that it had provoked. It had also fragmented the family. Emma had taken it hardest; all those little things that we used to do together as a family suddenly stopped when Mum and I had to work to make ends meet. Emma just couldn't cope with that and it had taken four years for the three of us to regain that old warmth and closeness.

"OK, a piece of leather and burnt offerings it is then..." I joked, using our childhood derogative. "We can leave the car here and walk, it is only a few streets away." In truth, I really enjoyed good old fashioned battered fish and chips, but she was right, I also usually only got to have them when I was with Emma.

For Thursday lunchtime Stoby's was exceptionally busy and there was a queue for tables in the upstairs dining room. I offered to take her somewhere else but Emma was adamant that she still wanted her fish and chips; so as it was a nice day, we decided to get take away portions wrapped in paper to eat by the river and ran down Crane Bridge Road with them and found a bench seat on the river bank.

Emma was still happy and excited about passing her test and took me through the examination drive, almost minute by minute as we sat and enjoyed our plaice and chips out of the paper wrapping, eaten with tiny wooden forks, and washed down with a can of ginger beer, the way that we had when we were kids.  We fed the last few chips to the ducks on the river and then I dumped the papers and cans in a waste bin and returned to sit beside her.

She was in such high spirits that I really did not want to burst her bubble, but I seriously needed to speak to her about what was going on between us; she was in a good mood, we were outside in a public place, neutral ground, and it just needed to be done, Janice's comments a few days ago had scared me shitless.... and then there was Sunday night!

"Emms, we really need to talk... " I tried to make my voice light, I did not want to come across heavy or aggressive and upset her more than necessary. 

"Yes OK," she chirped back, still bubbly, "What about?" 

There she had me, the million dollar question! I guess that I hadn't really thought this through very well, prepared my script so to speak.  I was going to accuse her of what? Getting jealous... coming on to me.... teasing me with erotic suggestions and flaunting herself in front of me in her night wear.... touching me up...? We were both teenagers most of those things were happening in fun between good friends all the time, this was the 1980's after all, pre-war prudery had long gone, swept away by two decades of sexual freedom during the 60s and 70s.  I just sat there looking stupid for maybe five or six long seconds before I regained the guts to continue.

"Emms ... it's about us...." Oh shit, that was a bad start; it implied that I thought that there was an 'us'. "I mean it's about what has been going down between us the last couple of months.... " I knew that I was starting to babble, "You know... the er.... The sexy things .... The kisses... The intimate touching.... That sort of thing..."

She turned towards me. She was still smiling, a little pouty smile... it wasn't the smile of a nearly eighteen years old girl it was the all knowing smile of a woman, a timeless goddess with the sexual knowledge of millenniums. 

Emma had chosen not to dress in her normal austere, all black attire for her driving test, instead she had put on a tight fitting mint green mini skirt with blue lacy leggings and a navy blue scoop neck top which looked to be made of some sort of a silk weave. Gwen had done her make-up for her before leaving for the station and she had brushed her long dark hair until it shone. She looked really sophisticated and grown up....and very sexy.

She twisted around on the bench to face me and locked her eyes onto mine. "Are you telling me that I repel you?" She had twisted my words but I wasn't sure if I was seeing a hint of hurt in those bright blue eyes; or maybe it was laughter.

"Oh God, Emms...No!" I gulped, "You could never ...."

"Can you honestly say that you don't find me sexy.... that you don't sometimes see me as a woman, not just your sister ... that you don't want me sometimes?" 

She wasn't going into one, she wasn't getting angry; she was calm and cool, I was the one starting sweat and panic but she was driving the conversation in the direction that SHE wanted it to go. I hadn't thought this conversation out, but she had! Right then I knew that I was royally fucked. This was one battle I was going to lose.

"Maybe..." I mumbled, "But you are still my little sister, Emms."

She leaned forward until her face was only a couple of inches from mine. "I haven't been your 'little sister' since that first time we kissed in Mum's car after the Pharaoh's concert at Devizes." 

"That was just a mistake...." I was drowning now and she was just ducking my head under the water for the fun of it... she already knew I was beaten.

"You wanted me then... and you want me now, a girl knows these things." She was laughing but she was so damned right, I did wanted her back then and she was starting to make me feel horny again right now.

I was clutching at straws, "What... what about Sunday ... that was too much... Sunday was too much, Emma?" 

She was grinning with her success now, "Yes, it was .... A brother shouldn't dump his load all over his sister... even when he is as pissed as a newt."

I should have given up there and then but I wasn't being that bright. "I know Emms, and I'm sorry... but what about later, in my bed, what you... you... you...did to me."

"What is it that you think I did?" Emma laughed. She was obviously enjoying my discomfort, but not in a malicious or cruel way, it was a sexy tease.

"Did you er...touch me....wank me off, whilst I was sleeping... did you?"

"A girl would only do that if she really cared for the guy.... Don't you think?" She still was not saying for certain. 

"Oh God, Emms! What is that you want from me?  We can't have the kind of a relationship you are looking for, we really can't... we mustn't!" 




The Touch Ch. 34



She laid her hands gently on my cheeks and kissed me lightly on the lips then sat back on the bench, lifted my hand and looped my arm around her shoulders. To any passer-by we would have looked just like any young courting couple. She nestled her head against my shoulder affectionately.

"Jay," her voice sounded serious and a little bit sad. "In a few more days I am going to be eighteen, but that is just a number on the calendar... I am already a woman right now, and like all women I have feelings and frustrations; I have never had a real boyfriend, I have never been shagged... and I am sick of being a fucking virgin!" 

I quickly glanced around to make sure that nobody was within ear-shot. "Christ Emms," I tried to laugh it off, "There are probably hundreds of guys out there just looking to date a girl like you, smart, pretty, sexy.... You don't have to look any further than Tim Hill, he absolutely adores you, and all the students follow you around like puppy dogs."

"No, I want my first guy to be somebody that I really care about and who cares about me and that I trust.... I want it to be you, Jay. That's what I have always wanted, ever since I discovered sex."

"Of course I care about you... and I want to protect you... you are my sister... but I can't.... we can't...."

She laid her other hand on my thigh. I gave a little jerk, just another inch and her finger tips would be touching the end of the erection that was trapped in my jeans leg. Just thinking about being the first to fuck her had given me a massive boner, she had been absolutely correct I wanted her and I knew that if she kept after me that I was not going to be able to hold back forever. In fact I was pretty certain that if we had been alone somewhere private it would be happening right there and then.

"We can and we will," she stated chuckling at my obvious discomfort. "I told you before... I can wait, but I'm not waiting for ever so just get your head around the idea that one day soon you will fuck me... you know you will, and you know we will both enjoy it, don't you?" 

Suddenly she was bright and happy again and full of joyful energy as though the conversation had never happened. She stood up and tugged at my arm.

"Come on, let's get back to the car. I know you haven't got anything much to do this afternoon, so you can spend some time with me." She said, "We can drive around some of the dealers and look at cars, the sooner I get myself a little motor the better, don't you think?"

We spent the rest of the afternoon touring the more reliable car dealerships around Salisbury. Emma was bubbly and happy, her mood was infectious and she was fun to be with and I allowed my concerns and worries about her to fade away. Maybe I was being over sensitive but it did seem to me that every car salesman we spoke to that afternoon assumed that we were a couple which Emma revelled in and after the first two I just let it ride. 

Finally we returned to the first dealer we had visited to take a second look at two cars that he was offering. They were both good quality second hand cars and both within the budget that Emma had set herself. We had been discussing cars for weeks and she was sensible enough to realise that buying a really cheap car was often a false economy and had pegged her budget accordingly.

Ever since she had repaid the debt that she owed me at Christmas she had been saving money each month from her salary towards buying a car, and paying her first year's tax and insurance and intended to make up the shortfall on the purchase price by using some of the trust fund money that was due to come to her on her birthday the next week. Uncle Arthur had agreed to pay her a lump sum on her 18th. Birthday and she would receive a drawdown income whilst she was studying for the accountancy qualifications, just as if she was at university.

The first of the two vehicles was a metallic dark blue 1979 1500 cc VW Beetle Convertible, the last of the genuine Karmann production beetles, which was in excellent condition, even the heavy fabric soft top, and the real leather upholstery. It was really smart little car and in my opinion was bit under priced but it did have considerable mileage on the clock, although Steve had told me once that in his opinion high mileage on a VW was of little importance as it was almost impossible to knacker a VW engine. 

The other motor was a 1985 1100cc VW Polo in bright red, also a nice little car but priced a bit higher than the Beetle and although probably a bit more economical obviously did not have the appeal of the pretty little soft top which was probably every girl's dream car.

In the end it was clear that Emma was totally enamoured with the Beetle and had made up her mind that that was the car she wanted and no other and I had to admit that it was a very nice motor for a very reasonable price. 

"I must have it.... It's just perfect," she cooed, stroking the highly polished wing affectionately. "Do you think that they would accept a deposit now and let me pay the balance next Wednesday when my trust money hits the bank?" 

"I don't think so, car dealers don't work that way," I laughed. "But if you are really sure that this is the car that you want, I will give them a cheque for the full amount today and then you can repay me next week. That way you should be able to collect the car next week once the cheque has cleared and you can use your savings to pay your tax and insurance." 

"Thank you, Jay.... Thank you!" She threw her arms around my neck in a tight hug and planted a soft wet kiss on my lips. "You are the best brother ever... and I do love you, you know, as a brother... not just the object of my perverted desires." she chuckled. "Just don't think this lets you off the hook.... I am still going to get fucked by you." She whispered close to my ear. 

By that time I had ceased caring. Memories of our conversation and thoughts of shagging Emma had kept me on the edge of horniness all afternoon and now having her body clamped tightly against mine our bodies melded together from breast to thighs was giving me a serious hard-on which she must have been able to feel pressing against her leg.

"If we don't go and find that salesman right NOW.... That may happen sooner that you expect." I laughed. 

She gave a deep rippling sexy chuckle; I had never heard my sister laugh that way before, ever. "Come on then... it's great that you have finally admitted that you want to fuck me.... but a garage forecourt is probably not the best place to start..." 

She laughed happily, released her python grip on my body and took my hand as we walked across to the sales office. She was happy and I seemed to be floating in a daze on an erotic euphoric cloud which I guess was a side effect of terminal stupidity. I had wanted our situation out in the open but things were just not moving in the direction that I had intended, instead of moving back they were moving forward at full gallop with Emma in the saddle. 

The car purchase went really well, the dealers were an old established Salisbury company and totally trustworthy, I waited in the showroom whilst the salesman went with Emma for a test drive and she was even more enthusiastic about buying the car when she returned. They accepted my cheque and agreed to have the car ready, serviced, cleaned and polished for collection by mid-day on Monday. Additionally they also added a full tank of petrol and twelve months M.O.T and Road Fund Tax, so all Emma had to find was the insurance and we could get a good deal on that through Maggie's broker. 

We called in at the garden centre on the way home so that Emma could give Maggie and the others her good news about passing the test and buying a car. She ran off happily to do the tour with her pass certificate like an athlete doing a lap with her trophy. 

It had actually made me think about my own transport situation; I had got used to having a car of my own over the last few months but in the end the Polo that I was using belonged to my cousins and the twins would be home on Monday and would want it back for their own use. It wasn't a major problem, I could use the company Land Rover any time and for as long as I wanted, and I would be using the Vespa far more during the summer, but in reality I needed to get myself a car of my own. I would have a word with Maggie, perhaps I should go back and have another look at the Polo that Emma had passed over, or maybe Maggie would consider buying it for the twins to take to university and I could buy the existing Polo from her. I wasn't a car snob and didn't feel that I needed a flash motor as a phallic symbol, cars were to get you from A to B and all that mattered was that they worked. 

I spent an hour in the office just tidying up some paperwork and sorting out my job cards for the next day and made a number of telephone calls. 

I eventually managed to get through to Caroline at her London office, brought her up to date with the progress at Bishops Down and told her my initial thoughts about the roof garden and the issues that might exist with access to the roof.

"That should not be a problem," she told me, "I will get one of my people to lean on the appropriate borough department to get the necessary licences and once we have agreed a start date will arrange for whatever equipment you need to be in place." As usual she was the ultra efficient business woman and I knew that I could leave completion of those details with her.

The second call was to the number on the leaflet I had been given for the Salisbury Civic Society. It went straight through to an answering machine and so I left a brief message about Shelby House with my name and business and home telephone numbers and asked for somebody to call me back when convenient. 

The third call was to Becca Hill. I had guessed right, Josh had forgotten to tell his mother that I had called. It was really nice to talk to Becca if only for a few minutes but we arranged to meet Monday morning so that we could discuss the new artwork for Caroline and something else that I had planned. 

As Maggie had said she would close up Emma and I took off for home about half past six.  We pulled into the drive and parked beside my car, obviously Gwen was already home from Bristol. As I reached for the door latch Emma leaned across the car from the driver seat and just laid her head on my shoulder.

"Things are alright between us, aren't they Jay?" she asked in a quiet voice. "I couldn't bear it if they weren't."

"Of course they are," I replied, smiling. "We may have some strange stuff going down, but just remember that no matter what else happens between us, you ARE still my little sister, and I shall always love you and try to protect you ... even if it is from yourself sometimes." 

"You are a total shit, Jay," she sniffed, "Now you've made me cry." 

I gave her my handkerchief and she dabbed her eyes and then came up with one of her big beautiful smiles. 

"Come on, let's go in and impress Mum with our fantastic day," she said cheerily. 

Gwen had prepared a special celebration supper for Emma, one of her favourites; salmon fillet with dill and lime and a crunchy parmesan crumb topping, she had the same but knowing that I hated salmon had made me stuffed peppers with a shredded chicken, black pepper, leek and blue cheese filling, but with the same crumb topping that they were having. 

Emma proudly went through the whole of the test drive again for Gwen's benefit and then enthused about her new car until eventually Gwen said, "OK, why don't we all drive over to the car dealer this evening and see if it's still on the forecourt.... You can take me out for the first time as a newly licensed driver and I get to see this wonderful car before anybody else."

The Beetle was still standing where we had last seen it but now had a big red and white SOLD banner across the windscreen where the price ticket had been. It really was a nice little car and Gwen agreed with me that Emma had made a good choice at a bargain price. The Polo that we had looked at earlier had been moved to the back of the forecourt and also had a SOLD notice on the windscreen, so I would still need to look for a new car for myself.

Afterwards we drove over to the Bishops Mill public house and sat in the outside garden by the river with glasses of cider for Gwen and I and an orange juice for Emma, and spent a pleasant hour, just enjoying being together as a family on Emma's special day. 





Friday morning I drove the Land Rover over to Bishops Down with the twenty octagonal, cast slabs which were to be used for a stepping stone path across the lawn from the house to shed at the far end of the garden. It took me three hours to lay out the brick red, blocks and then cut each into the lawn so that they were perfectly flush with the grass surface and would not be a trip hazard or interfere with using a lawn mower to trim the grass. 

As the job was almost completed I removed most of our tools and equipment from Caroline's shed and loaded them onto the back of the Land Rover; she had ordered a basic set of gardening tools and an electric mower which I would bring out the following week, along with the garden furniture and an expensive top of the range gas barbeque unit.  Caroline had made it perfectly clear that she had no intention of doing any gardening herself and had already signed a maintenance contract with us to do the necessary tasks throughout the next twelve months it was a nice little job which one of the trainees could do one afternoon a week. 

I had told her that I would try and catch her at home over the week-end if she came down to Salisbury to go over any last minute tweaks that she may want to make to the garden and to look at my rough plan for her roof garden in London. I had to admit that her garden was looking rather good and I took a half roll of photographs for our files and my personal portfolio before I left.

It was Friday again and so Maggie, Emma, Jack, Grace and I gathered for a working lunch in the restaurant and then I went back to the office to catch up on the notes and plan drawings for the roof garden job. 

About three o'clock the telephone rang on my desk and I went through and picked it up.

"It's a Miss Askew from the Salisbury Civic Society returning your call," Tayler advised me. I was surprised that they had got back to me so quickly and asked Tayler to put the call through.

"Hello, Mr. Riley? " A voice asked, a voice that I felt I ought to know but couldn't place. "This is Anthea Askew.... From the public library.... We have talked once or twice in the past."

The penny dropped; Anthea my tame librarian. "Oh yes, hello, lovely to hear from you, is this about Shelby House?"

"Yes," she confirmed, "I am one of the historical researchers for the S.C.S in my spare time, and I was part of the team that looked at the old library at Shelby House a few years back... I think we may have some things that would interest you in our archives if you would like to see them?"

"Oh, yes... absolutely," I enthused. I explained to her what my interest was in Shelby House and it's gardens and she confirmed that the society held data which would probably answer most of my questions or at least make my research a lot easier. She was very enthusiastic and I guessed that she was passionate about local history and keen to help anybody else who was interested. 

"The Society archives are temporarily stored at the Salisbury and South Wiltshire Museum in The King's House annex until we can find a permanent home," she told me, "If you would like to make an early start, I could meet you there at five o'clock after I finish work at the library and we could spend an hour looking out some of the documents?"

"That would be really great.... if it is not putting you out too much... I really appreciate your help." 

We said our good-byes and I went through to the office and told Emma that I would be leaving early at about four-thirty and where I was going. As it was Friday, Gwen and Maggie were going out for their 'twins night out' and Emma would be meeting up with Janice and so I said to tell Gwen not to leave supper for me as I would probably spend a further hour at the library afterwards and then get a burger at Dillon's Funky Chicken Diner on the way home. About four o'clock I went down and showered and changed into a pair of decent black jeans and a plain black t-shirt and then got out the Land Rover, I would come back to the garden centre later and pick up my moped.

I briefly parked outside the photograph's shop in High Street to pick up my prints from the London trip and then drove around the corner to the cathedral close. The Salisbury and South Wiltshire Museum was housed in a beautiful 17th century house which had been acquired by the museum trust a few years earlier along with a number of annex buildings and outhouses and is located on West Walk within the cathedral close. 

I parked the Land Rover in the King's House car park and sat and had a cigarette until Anthea arrived about five minutes later. 

"You can leave your car there; I will just pop into the museum and tell the security guard that you are with me." She smiled and walked across to the museum entrance. I could see her talking to somebody out of my line of sight and then she came back to join me.

This was actually the first time that I had seen Anthea outside of the library building and she looked a lot different somehow. I had always thought that she was about thirty-five but in the daylight I would guess that she was probably no more than thirty, may even only late twenties. 

She was quite small about 5'3" and delicately built, with very small breasts which hardly raised the front of her thick sweater more than a couple of inches. Her waist was narrow but her hips were rounded and well shaped as were her buttocks; I thought that she had a great pair of legs well shaped with nice thighs and narrow delicate ankles. 

Her face was almost pretty with quite prominent cheek bones and a wide mouth and blue eyes, hidden behind oval shaped rimless spectacles. Her hair was a coppery brown, with just a highlight of natural ginger and was always a bit wispy and wild; she normally wore it either loose and shoulder length or in a thick pony tail held with an elastic band, but that evening she had it gathered up and pinned at the back of her head leaving a few wisps at one side which had escaped the round-up.

She was wearing a thick loose weave knitted cardigan jacket of beige wool with a double row of six large leather buttons which emphasised the shallowness of her bust; and a brown needle cord knee length skirt over thick black tights or stockings. She looked the classic image of a spinster librarian, but I thought that she also looked quite cute. 

"The annex is around the back," she said and I followed her through the garden to a gothic studded wooden door which she unlocked with a key from her large leather shoulder bag. "We have a couple of rooms right at the top.... Be careful there are no lights on the staircase." 

I followed her up the narrow stone staircase her neat rounded buttocks just a foot or so from my nose and it took a supreme effort to keep my hands just lightly touching the walls either side. 

The stairs led to a long corridor with several open doors along one side which let in the daylight making the floor of the passage a patchwork of shadow and gold. At the far end of the corridor I could see through the open door the end of an old fashion cast iron bath and a big ancient lavatory pan with wooden box surround and a wood water cistern.

"We were originally the Salisbury Historical Society until we merged into the new Civic Society a few years ago," Anthea told me, "Our records and archives used to be kept at the old public library but were moved here as there was no room in the new building." She sounded a little bit like a tour guide. "I think what we are looking for is probably in here." She stopped and turned into one of the doorways.




The Touch Ch. 34



The attic rooms were obviously beneath the eaves as the ceiling was slanted and there was single narrow horizontal window in the outside wall. The room was fitted on two walls with steel utility shelving and the whole of the centre space was occupied by stack plastic storage containers or cardboard boxes with a just a narrow walkway around. 

"If I can find what we are looking for we can take the files into the other room to study them, there is a table and chairs." She was already scanning the handwritten labels on the spines of ring binders and box files. She stopped and looked back. "Would you like a cup of tea?" She asked. "There is a kettle in the other room, some mugs and some tea bags.... Only lemon tea I am afraid.... You can get water from the old bathroom at the end of the corridor."

"Lemon tea sounds good," I chuckled and went into the next room. It was slightly larger and again fitted out with cram packed steel shelves of files, boxes and books, several stacks of boxes and there was a small table with two old wooden dining chairs, a rug on the floor and a small kitchen unit and cupboard. I collected the ancient electric kettle and filled it in the bathroom and then found a couple of mugs and a box of Twinings, lemon and ginger tea bags. I had just finished pouring the boiling water over the tea bags when Anthea came through carrying three large box files, which she dumped on the table. She had a massive smile on her face which I thought made her look very attractive and by her joyful expression you would have thought she had discovered some rare archaeological treasure. 

"This should be a good start... " she said and removed her thick cardigan and hung in on the back of one of the chairs, beneath it she was wearing a thin scooped neck beige top and even through the material I could see that the tiny padded bra she was wearing seemed to hang on her small breasts. 

"The old Country Houses and Stately homes in the county are my special interest you know," she added enthusiastically, "most of the other members are keen on the earlier stuff, the bronze and iron ages, but I have always loved old houses, they are full of charm and elegance." 

I stirred the tea, tossed the tea bags into a saucer and handed her one of the mugs. 

"I feel privileged to have the help of an expert," I flattered smiling. "I really don't know what it is that I am looking for or where to start, so I shall let you guide me."

She visibly swelled with pride at the compliment and I got the feeling that maybe she didn't get very many, I guess that librarians are often just ignored most of the time and considered boring for the rest. 

"OK, let's get started then," she said and sat down at the table and started going through one of the files. "What we have here are lists of the books that were catalogued from the Shelby House library along with notations that the team made when we were examining them.... I am pretty sure that amongst these files somewhere are photographs taken of the early accounts books for the house." She looked back over her shoulder at me, "Those daily accounts should show any payments that were made by the then owner, Colonel Josiah Shelby to the gardener and his labourers who laid out the garden."

"Yes, that makes sense, " I put in, do you have the original books or documents here?"

Oh, no," she replied, her finger continued running down the page in front of her and she didn't look up, "The originals are still at Shelby House and you would need to speak to Ms. Shelby about viewing them... although I guess you have already met her... I must say I didn't like her very much... no interest in that lovely old house at all," she paused, "Sorry I'm babbling... I get carried away sometimes." 

The next hour or so seemed to fly past as she pulled documents out of the files, examined them and then held them up for me to see and explained what they were and their relevance. I sometimes sat opposite her across the table and just watched her during her periods of silence, I had become accustomed to her face, she was actually quite attractive, I liked her full on smile and the way that her eyes wrinkled at the sides when she laughed. 

"Got it!" she suddenly exclaimed. "Here, look.... " 

I moved around the table to stand behind her and look over her shoulder. The sheet of typed notes appeared to be the reproduction of a list of accounting entries dated May 1820 and I followed her finger to a single line which read very simply 'To Loudon the sum of 400 gns for land works.' The name Loudon stood out immediately; in the early 19th century the most famous gardener was John Claudius Loudon who led a return to geometric gardens after visiting Italy in 1819. The layout of Philippa's garden certainly suggested that Loudon could have been the designer and 400 guineas was a vast sum to pay for a lesser craftsman's work. 

"This should be just the tip of the iceberg," Anthea enthused, "There are probably going to be lots of minor entries but they will take considerable research as they may be hidden amongst the daily accounts and may not have Loudon's name on them." She was bubbling over with enthusiasm and quite excited. 

I was standing directly behind her looking over her shoulder leaning on the low back of her chair. A wispy strand of hair had come free from the pins and was trailing enticingly against her white neck, in the evening sunlight shining through the high window her hair had taken on a burnished bronze colouring.

Her excitement was infectious. Almost without thinking I used the tip of my finger to push the errant wisp back into the twist at the nape of her neck. She gave a tiny shudder as my finger touched her neck and took a small fast, almost inaudible, intake of breath, but said nothing and did not move away.

I gently tracked my finger tip down to the little indent at the point where her neck met her shoulder, her long neck, shoulders and the top of her spine exposed by the scoop neck of her top looked so soft and inviting and I leaned forward and pressed my lips lightly against that pale skin just where her hairline ended beneath the pinned up hair.

I was a little surprised when she didn't cry out in protest or pull away but instead her whole body shuddered and she left out a deep gasp and rolled her head. I moved my hands to her shoulders where they were exposed by the wide neck of her top and gently started to massage whilst my lips explored more of the back of her neck from the hairline down to her top vertebrae and then around to nuzzle into the side of her throat. I really don't remember whether or not I was consciously trying to use 'The Touch' to influence her. She was breathing very deeply and tipped her head backwards so that my lips could reach further onto her throat and I could lightly touch the underside of her jaw with the tip of my tongue.

"Oh God.... Oh God.... Ooooah... Ooooah..." she moaned softly and I felt her hands come up to rest lightly over mine on her neck, not pushing them away, more as if she was holding them there to prevent my releasing her.

I moved around so that I was beside her and could ease her round on the chair to half face me and leaned over and tipped her face towards mine with a finger beneath her chin.

Her eyes were closed and her wide mouth slightly open and I could see the pink tip of her tongue peeping from between her perfectly even white teeth. She was breathing in little short anticipatory pants, her chest rising and falling with each breath. More errant stands of hair had come loose and were hanging like wispy bronze fronds at the sides of her face.

"Oh please, yes... please kiss me... please." She murmured. Her eyes flickered half open beneath the oval spectacles, her deep blue eyes were moist and I noticed the beginnings of tiny tears in the corners.

Her mouth was soft and wet and surrendering and our first open mouthed kiss was gentle and long leaving both of us breathless and sighing into each other's mouths, our tongue tips just lightly touching. At some point she had put her hands each side of my face and I had thrust my fingers deep into her hair at the back of her head scattering pins and her tresses were now fallen around my fingers like an autumn coloured cascade of silky softness. 

This was the last thing that I had expected or intended to happen when I left to meet Anthea earlier that evening. I remembered her as a nice lady who had helped me find research books for my college studies; I had always sought her out when I went to the library because she was helpful and pleasant to be with even if she was a rather dowdy ordinary little woman. Now we were panting into each other's faces with lust and I seriously wanted to possess her there and then; to satisfy the massive erection that was crowding the front of my jeans. An erection that she had brought on!

My nose had nudged her glasses during the kiss and they were askew on her face and laughing softly she reached up and removed them and placed them carefully on the table. 

I wanted more of her and moved my palms beneath her elbows so that I could ease her up to stand against me, she must have kicked her shoes off at some time because she was even shorter than I remembered and her head was tilted right back so that she could look up into my face. 

"Oh my God, Jamie," she breathed, "This is crazy.... I don't do this.... We shouldn't..."

My palms were laid flat on her neat round buttocks holding her against me my engorged prick pressed against her firm stomach. I moved my hands up to her waist and started to ease her away from me.

Her arms reached up and encircled my neck and she pressed her body back against mine, standing on tip-toes so that our faces were only a few inches apart. 

"No, no .... I DO want this.... " she sighed, "Kiss me again... I want you to kiss me again!" 

I moved my lips back to cover hers and this time our kiss was more demanding, urgent and full of pent up passion, our tongues thrusting and coiling around each other our open mouths sucking the breath from each other's lungs until we both totally breathless again and I had moved to planting small light kisses across every part of her face, lips, chin and cheeks. I buried my face into the crook of her neck and kissed that sensitive erogenous zone at the point where the throat joins the breast bone and then slowly drew the tip of my tongue up her throat and across her cheek so that I could gently nibble at the lobe of her ear and was rewarded with a deep moan of pleasure and lust; a wanting that matched my own.

I don't remember moving but suddenly we were both kneeling on the carpet facing each other our lips still touching, her knees either side of mine, Anthea's arms were locked around my neck and my hands were on her waist; I could feel the softness of her tiny breasts against my ribs and my trapped erection was lightly touching her stomach, enough that she must have been able to feel that hot, hard bulge, through her thin t-shirt. 



I couldn't wait any longer to feel her against me, to feel her naked skin next to mine, and brought my hands to the hem of her top and lifted it slowly up, she raised her arms above her head and we stopped kissing only long enough for me to ease the garment over her head and drop it to the floor behind her. The remaining hair pins finally gave up the battle and her hair dropped in a bronze cascade; she shook her head and it flowed around her face like a coppery mist in the evening's glow.

She reached behind her back to release the plain white cotton bra and revealed her tiny breasts to me. They were not the flat round globes of a very young girl but were perfectly shaped, slightly elliptical, and pointy and had quite large aureolas, rose shaped and rose coloured, surrounding small firm looking dark pink nipples which stood out in contrast to her milky white skin. Her tits were so very tiny that they fascinated me; my mouth fastened on first one and then the other sucking and licking the nibbles into hard hot points. Anthea's head was thrown back, her mouth open and she was gasping and panting almost in time to the motions of my lips on her hard little nubbins. 

"Oh Jamie that is so fantastic.... It is soooooo good!" She gasped, tugging at my t-shirt until it had joined hers on the floor and I could pull our naked bodies together. I really loved that special feeling of a woman's breasts against the skin of my chest, it is almost like a signature in flesh, every woman, and every pair of breasts feels different and special. 

The sheer lust of the moment made both of us fumble and our words were becoming incoherent. There were nice, affectionate things that I wanted to say to this super girl but they just came out in a mumble and I guess it was the same for her as well but the meanings were not lost our bodies were singing a duet of passion and desire that needed no words. 

Somehow she struggled to her feet and in a single swift movement pushed her skirt and panties over her hips and kicked them away. She was not wearing tights as I had thought originally but thick black self supporting stockings; she made to start rolling them down but I stopped her.

"No, leave them," I croaked hoarsely, "I like them..."  She was standing naked before me except for those stockings, I put my hands on her hips and drew her to me pressing my lips against her firm rounded belly and then downwards nuzzling through the triangular soft bush of brownish fluff until my lips were level with her pussy and blew a long, hot breath onto and over her vagina, and very swiftly and gently touched the very tip of my tongue to her clit which was swollen and peeping between the lips. Her hips jerked against my face and she let out a sharp cry.

"Aaaaah! Oh My God!"  Her hands found my head and I felt her sink her finger tips into my hair and hold my face against her crotch. I blew again and she let out a deep groan of pleasure and anticipation as I pulled her back down leaving a trail of damp kisses from her belly up to her chin. 

Some way I had wriggled out of my jeans, shorts and socks as suddenly I was naked and we were laying together my body half over hers with my erection sandwiched between us. Her face was a glow of happiness her eyes sparkling, deep pools of sapphire fire and that magnificent bronze hair was crowning her head like the sun in splendour on a medieval religious tapestry.

She had thrown her head back again and I nuzzled into her throat drawing soft moans of pleasure from between her slightly parted lips. I touched her cheek tenderly with the tips of my fingers and then drew my hand down the length of her body, touching and gently squeezing her nipple and then brushing over her ribs and belly and exploring the deep softness of her pubic muff until I finally found her little clit rolling it lightly with my finger tip. She gasped again, as if with surprise, and her hips gave a little jerk but my fingers slipped easily into her slit which was hot and already soaked with her sex juices, I was surprised how quickly she had got to that level of sexual arousal. I moved my fingers gently caressing her pussy lips and rolling around her clit which was small even when engorged with desire and she responded by pushing her pelvis at my hand, forcing my fingers to move harder and faster over her butterball, her quiet moans and gasps becoming ever more intense and frequent. I felt her whole body stiffen momentarily and start to tremble, her legs making little jerking motions, her thigh rubbing against my hard prick and squeezing out little drops of pre-cum to smear her skin. 

"Oh my God! I'm going to.... I'm going to...." She shrieked loudly.  And she did. Her body jerked and spasmed as a huge orgasm rolled through her body and she clamped her hands over her mouth to stop herself screaming again. The quaking of her climax slowed and she reached up and pulled my face close to hers.

"Do it, please.... Please!" she whispered breathlessly.

She did not need to draw me a map, I was already far beyond the point of no return and eased myself above her gently pushing her thighs wide apart and lowered myself down guiding my rigid cock to her love portal and as gently as possible inserted the tip into the mouth of her vagina which was tight but moist from her orgasm and pushed forward, entering her an inch at a time until I was embedded inside her hot liquid tunnel as far as I could go. Each small thrust brought a deep gasp or pant from her in response but otherwise she made no sound or movement until I was fully inside her and then she groaned deeply, throwing her arms hard around my neck and thrusting her pelvis forward forcing me even deeper into her wet roiling love tube still quivering from her huge climax moments before.

She locked her legs firmly around mine and dragged my prick even more firmly into her as I started to thrust into her, long hard thrusts which increased in speed and force until we were slamming together madly each thrust raising her small body off the floor and then slamming it back down again. She was gasping and mumbling incoherently and I guess that I was as well; I felt her shudder beneath me and I guess that she had probably orgasmed again but then I reached my limit as well as her vagina swelled and rippled around my already over sensitised prick and I exploded like a water cannon pumping what in my imagination seemed to be gallons of semen into her. The carpet beneath us felt soaked but I guess that her juices had contributed towards that far more than mine.

We lay side by side on that attic floor for several silent minutes, my arm beneath her shoulders and my face buried deep into her hair, it smelled of apple blossom shampoo and felt sexy and silky across my face and throat. 

"Do you have a cigarette?" she asked quietly. I dragged my jeans over found my packet of Dunhill, lit two and passed one to her and we sat up with our backs against a stack of cardboard boxes. 

"I didn't know that you smoked." I said conversationally.

"I don't really... only when..." she burst into a short spasm of coughing as if to emphasise her point. It made me laugh and I reached up and got one of the empty mugs from the table to use as an ashtray, I suspected that we were not supposed to smoke in the archive rooms, and then quickly scrambled about the floor gathering up our discarded clothing. 

I suddenly realised that she was crying, not just crying with sexual joy the way that Lauren did during our love making but genuinely weeping, tears pouring down her cheeks and dropping to roll down her tiny breasts and her face which just a few moments ago was aglow with happiness was sad, her cheeks rosy with emotion. 

"Anthea.... what is the matter?" I asked softly. I pulled a clean handkerchief from my jeans and passed it to her. I seemed to be getting through handkerchiefs at a rate of knots just recently, I would soon need to buy some more.

She just shook her head miserably, splashing a couple of little tears in my direction and then fell against my shoulder, burying her face into my throat and sobbing deeply. I put my arm back around her shoulders and just held her to me; what ever the problems was it did not seem to be me that was the cause. 

"I'm sorry," she sniffed after a couple of minutes, "It isn't to do with you Jamie, tonight was marvellous..." Her super smile almost broke through, "It is just that I should not have done this... there cannot be anything more between us.... It would be wrong.... I love somebody else." 

"Oh right," I responded. I was actually relieved, it was the best of a number of reasons for her misery that had flashed through my selfish little mind, all to do with my getting backed into corner. "A boyfriend is it? Fiancé?" 

"Yes.... I mean no... I mean... Oh God!" She broke into another flood of tears. "I can't tell you Jamie... I wish I could but I can't..." She sobbed. 




The Touch Ch. 35



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

My apologies! This chapter may meander even more than usual as it is part of a collection of several very short 'day in the life' journal style entries which have now been linked to make up a readable chapter. 

Chapter 35: A Present from France

The weekend had been quite relaxing as we all spent it together, Gwen, Emma, Maggie and I, just doing family things. As promised, Maggie took us all out to dinner on Saturday night at The Old Rectory near Warminster; it was the same hotel where we had a contract to refurbish the gardens in July but Maggie was the only one who had eaten there since the new owners re-launched the restaurant, and it was the first chance that I had to look at the grounds. The owner naturally recognised Maggie and gave us all the guided tour of the hotel and the gardens, there was a lot of work to be done to bring the grounds up to a high standard. 

I figured that The Old Rectory Hotel was similar to the type of venue that Philippa was planning for Shelby House and made a mental note to tell her about it and maybe invite her out there for lunch or dinner. I was a little bit concerned that she want me to 'fix' her garden but hadn't really indicated what it was that she wanted to see as an end product and explaining to her the ideas that Maggie had visualised for the Old Rectory might give Philippa some focus. 

The recently re-launched boutique restaurant at the Old Rectory was good, the food was very Cordon Bleu style, the chef was French, and Maggie and I shared an enormous double platter serving of Calf's Liver with Orange and Gwen and Emma each had the Sole Joinville with prawn butter. Maggie had picked us up and driven us over in the Range Rover, I was driving back and so we each had a single glass of Mouton Cadet and Emma had a mineral water. Emma had never been big on alcohol the way that many teenagers were but since she started driving had almost completely given it up. Maggie surprised us by ordering a bottle of champagne with our chocolate soufflés to celebrate Emma getting her driving licence and my being accepted to university.

As we were all planning to spend Sunday at Maggie's place anyway, we had brought our overnight bags and went straight there from the restaurant and stayed the night. It was nearly mid-night when we got in and Emma was dead beat and went up to bed almost immediately whilst Maggie, Gwen and I took our mugs of Cointreau laced chocolate and went out into the garden as it was another pleasantly mild evening. 

The three of us sat and talked and smoked on the same arbour bench seat that Gwen and I had made love on at Easter; I don't think that Maggie noticed the little grins that kept passing between us or the way that Gwen nudged my knee with hers every few minutes. When we returned to the house I desperately wanted to say goodnight to her properly; to hold her close for a few minutes, to drown in one of her soft breathtakingly erotic kisses, but I had to make do with a chaste peck on the cheek from both Gwen and Maggie as we went to our separate rooms. It was tantalising and frustrating sleeping in the same house with both of them and not being able to share a bed with either. 

I was up early as usual, it was my on-duty Sunday to check the greenhouses and do the watering at the garden centre and so I pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and walked down and spent an hour or so with watering cans and the hose. It was one of those jobs that I quite liked doing, it was a gentle, mindless chore that occupied your hands but gave you time to think; I always found it relaxing. 

Gwen and Maggie planned to spend the day fussing about the house, although it looked good to me already, getting ready for Luci and Lulu's homecoming, vacuuming, changing bedding and the like; and so I volunteered Emma and myself to make the breakfasts and cook lunch, much to her chagrin. 

My sister was not at all domestically minded, until just recently her room had always had the appearance of a trashed rubbish tip, I don't think that she even knew that Mum possessed a vacuum cleaner, and I seriously believed that she would rather starve than cook herself a meal. I had to admit that recently she had been trying.... without any prompting she had started to help Gwen with some of the household chores and I had even persuaded her to help with a few simple tasks in the kitchen although I believed that it would be a serious health risk to actually encourage her to cook. I really didn't mind... Gwen was a fantastic cook and I was pretty sharp in the kitchen and enjoyed cooking. 

Maggie had put a nice gammon joint in water to soak over night and I let that simmer for most of the morning and then made up a mango, ginger and clove sauce, whilst Emma prepared a large tray of diced root vegetables for roasting. When the meat was well boiled I wrapped it in foil with chunks of the fruit and some crystallised ginger, dowsed it with a glass of Stone's Ginger Wine and put it into the oven on a slow heat, it could stay there for a couple of hours without coming to any harm.

I had promised Caroline that I would run over and see her with the early plans for her London project and so fetched the Land Rover from the garden centre and drove across town to Bishopdown. She was really pleased with the way the garden looked now that it was almost completed; no garden is ever fully finished, there are always small changes and additions to be made every season, but there was very little work left to do that summer.

"I really am thrilled with what you have done here, Jamie," she enthused, "It is absolutely fabulous.... Better than I ever expected." 

She had made us both coffees and we were sitting on her decking patio in two of the new garden chairs that Steve had delivered on Saturday morning. The garden furniture that she had ordered was, as you would expect, top of the range each piece with its own waterproof cover and would just fit neatly into her little shed during the winter months. I had sweated blood over those measurements but they had worked out fine.

"Hopefully, I shall be out from under your feet by the end of next week," I told her, "One of us will come in during the week and top dress the lawn, then you can have your garden to yourself without my team in and out all the time and I have booked an entry in the garden centre diary for somebody to come in Friday afternoon each week to weed the flower beds and tidy up before you come down at the week-end."

"I hope that doesn't mean that you are glad to be shot of me?" she grinned, pouting in mock indignation, "You have still got my roof garden to do, and I shall expect you to at least supervise it personally.... and I am expecting you to be here for my little garden party in two weeks time."

"Aha! That's why you needed us to complete the work by the 20th. I guess." 

"It isn't a big affair just a handful of the other partners and associates from my company, and a couple of friends, but I really would like you to be there, you can tell Maggie that she is invited as well... and bring that lovely artist lady...er... Rebecca."  

"Thank you I would love to accept," I told her, I remembered Maggie saying that those were the type of potential clients that we needed to impress and cultivate. "Unfortunately my aunt is going to be away in France, but I am sure Mrs. Hill will be pleased to come." I would have liked to have brought Gwen as 'my date' but that would seriously have been pushing our luck even though she was technically a director of the company.

"Wow, I have just had a stupendous idea," she gushed grabbing my arm. "Do you think you can get her to do another watercolour of the finished garden and have it ready for the party... the other two she painted are on the wall of my office and everybody was really impressed with them... please make her do it, Jamie... do it for me...please!" She leaned in close, her generous breasts pressed tightly against my arm and touched her pouty 'Marilyn Monroe-esque' lips to my cheek, blatantly flirting to get what she wanted; but that was the way that Caroline was. I wasn't certain if she would ever deliver the goods, or even if I really wanted her to but she was certainly very alluring and sexy and great fun to flirt with.

"OK," I laughed, "I will try... I am meeting with Becca tomorrow to discuss doing some sketches of your London project and other work, and so, I will ask her then... if she agrees I will give her a key to the garden gate and she can come out and take some photographs or work out here from life if the weather holds out."

I needed to get back to Maggie's to finish off the lunch and so made my apologies and she walked with me to the car still chattering happily about the garden and clinging to my arm. "Call me when you are coming up to London again and we can get that lunch that you promised to buy me," she said and hooked my face down to her to give me a soft moist, groin tingling, kiss on the lips before closing the car door and stepping back so that I could drive away. 

It had turned out to be another nice, mild sunny day and so Emma and I dragged the big wooden table around from the pool area and set it up for lunch on the patio outside the dining room.

We had talked about the twins coming home for Emma's birthday but it wasn't until we were chatting after lunch that I realised that their Aunt Nikki would be flying over with them and staying with Maggie for the week before they all went back to France. She was the sister of Maggie's first husband Robert De Vere, the twin's father, who had died when I was about six I think...I only vaguely remembered him but had never met Aunt Nikki at all, she had married a French farmer, Andre Bardin, and moved to Dijon to live before I was born. As far as I knew this was the first time that she had been back to England to visit Maggie although Lulu and Luci had often spent a couple of weeks at her farm during the school holidays. The Bardin's had no children of their own and loved to have the twins staying with them during the summer and the girl's enjoyed being there because the farm had a stable of quality riding horses.

I was sitting at one end of the table laughing with Emma; she was taunting me about taking up golf again and I was teasing her about her riding, just brother and sister stuff. Gwen and Maggie were sat at the other end of the table talking quietly and I just caught the gist of their conversation, I don't think that Emma picked up on it at all.... they were talking about Aunt Nikki.

".... I am really not happy about it.... But she loves the girls and they adore her..." Maggie was saying. 

"It's only for a couple of weeks, one week here and another ten days at Dijon ... surely you can put up with her for that long?" Gwen replied. I guessed that everything was not perfect between Maggie and her sister, but there are skeletons in every family closet; I should not really have been eaves-dropping and returned to giving Emma my full attention. 

Monday morning was aggravated for me because I had stupidly double booked myself out to do two things at the same time. I had arranged to meet Becca Hill at the garden centre for coffee at ten o'clock but had also picked up a job card to visit a new customer to give an estimate for laying a lawn and put in a decorative water feature and fish pond at a house off Manor Farm Road on the eastern outskirts of Salisbury, also at ten. Rather than cancel either one I called Becca and suggested that instead of her coming to the garden centre I would call and pick her up from her house, I thought that we could talk whilst I did the estimate and then drive on the half mile or so to Bishopdown and Caroline's garden so that she could take photographs. 

It had just turned nine-thirty when I pulled into Becca's drive in the Land Rover and tooted the horn to let her know that I had arrived. The front door opened and she stepped out carrying her sketch case and her big camera bag was slung over her shoulder. She was dressed in a pale blue shirt, over washed out jeans and her auburn hair shone in the early morning sun, she looked terrific. She smiled, waved and started towards the car, I got down and walked round to take her bags. Just as she handed them to me there was a shout from the house.

"Mum!" It was Josh. He was standing in the doorway dressed in nothing but his under-pants and a pair of socks. "Mum...." He called. "Where are my grey jeans? I can't find them...." Josh was one of my best friends we had been mates for years but he could be a total idiot at times and I sometimes believed that he was getting worse as he got older. I guessed that he probably had a hangover from the night before, as was usual.

He saw me and waved, "Hi Jamie, mate! Mum, where are my jeans?"

I swapped amused grins with Becca and she called back to him quietly, "They are hanging in your wardrobe, dear."

"I can't see them....come and find them for me..." he whined like a lazy child expecting his mother to run around after him.

"Your mother is busy...... we are eloping together!" I called back to him laughing. For a long moment he just stood there with his mouth open until the penny dropped that I was in fact joking.

"Oh yeah.... Like that is going to happen, "he chortled. "Who the hell would want to run off with my mum?" 

Becca must have sensed that I had tightened up in preparation to saying something protective. In my view Josh and his father treated Becca like shit a lot of the time, not so much intentional cruelty more a lack of appreciation, and I know that she was often hurt by their insensitivity. She just climbed into the cab of the Land Rover and said quietly, "Hadn't we better be going, Jamie dear?"

I let it drop and climbed up to the driver seat and then, on a sudden impulse grabbed up the small camera that I kept in the glove compartment, stood on the door sill and waved it at Josh. "Smile for the camera, Joshie babe," I laughed clicking the shutter furiously, "Let's get a shot of those Y fronts for the college notice board!" 

"You're a bastard, Jamie!" he shouted, but he was grinning widely as he leapt into the house and slammed the door. Josh was a basically nice guy but he was devoid of any sensitive feelings either for other people or even himself. 

Becca and I were both chuckling as I backed out of the drive and turned into the road but she was very quiet as we drove across the city to Manor Farm Road, not at all her normal cheerful self. She stayed in the car whilst I spent 20 minutes or so looking at the client's garden, taking some photographs and listening to his ideas. I told him I would take my notes back to the office and send him an estimate in the next few days.

When I got back into the Land Rover Becca was still very subdued and so I drove north up Cow Lane until we entered the small copse of oak trees just before the junction with the main road to Bishopsdown and pulled into a concealed side track and parked. She just sat quietly looking out of the window and I don't think that she had really registered that we had stopped driving. 

I lit a cigarette and sat for a minute or so before speaking. "What is it, Becca?" I asked gently.

She smiled sadly and shook her head. "Nothing really.... Just female silliness I guess .... It is just that everything is changing...moving on... Josh will be leaving home in September, going to university and Tim has just announced that he will be going away as well at the end of the year."

Tim was her younger son, he was the same age as Emma and had just received his A- level results, but I had not heard that he had made a decision about his future. 

"I didn't know that," I said, "What has he decided to do?"

She took a deep breath. "He has decided to join the army.... Well not actually the army, the Royal Marines!" 

"Wow!" I exclaimed. It was a bit of a surprise but then Tim had always been far more activity orientated than his older brother, keen on sports and very practical and down to earth. I guess his choice of career was probably not that much of a shock after all.

"If he gets through his assessment, which I am sure he will," she went on, "then he will be off to Lympstone officer training centre for fifteen months in November."

"I guess your place is going to be pretty quiet with only you and Leslie once the boys are gone?"

She managed a small laugh. "I don't see that much of the three of them now... they are always away fishing at the week-ends, Leslie spends more time with a fishing rod than with me, and the boys have their own lives to live....but they will leave a big gap in my life, I suppose."

I crushed out my cigarette and shuffled along the bench seat to put my arm around her shoulders. She leaned her head on my shoulder; I could smell the delicate perfume of her shampoo and the warmth of her breath against my cheek and felt myself starting to become aroused by her soft nearness. 

"Well, just think of all the extra time you will have for your painting and needlework .... I will put commissions your way whenever I can... you could even take up painting professionally..... or get a job if you wanted one, you could go back to teaching."

"...and who is going to want to employ me? Josh was right.... I am just a dowdy housewife, the wrong side of forty with an out of date art degree, who hasn't worked for twenty years.... Totally useless." Her deep green-blue eyes which were usually so full of sparkle looked sad and close to tears.

"Bullshit!" I exploded. I cupped her chin in the palm of my hand and turned her face toward me. "Josh is a pillock.... and you are far from being dowdy or useless.... you are very intelligent, very talented and very....very.... sexy and beautiful!" 

Her lovely eyes were starting to un-cloud and regain some of their sparkle. I tipped her face towards mine and our lips touched in a soft gentle kiss; not a kiss of raging passion but a feather bed kiss, warm and comforting. 

"God Jamie, you are SO good for me...." she smiled. Her arms snaked around my neck and her lips brushed against mine softly as she whispered, "Tell me that bit about being sexy and beautiful again... I liked that part..." 

I turned her towards me and found her lips again with mine. Her body was suddenly soft and yielding and my head was full of the sweetish perfume of her shampoo, jasmine and rose petal, her mouth was soft and eager and our lips separated to allow our tongues to touch, the tips probing at each other gently, I tasted the sweetness of her pale pink lipstick, I think it was strawberry. I could feel the tips of her fingers burrowing into the back of my hair and my own hands found her breasts each of my palms cupping a mature ample roundness. I could feel the firmness of her nipples through her soft cotton bra and her shirt.

"Oh Jamie, I have missed seeing you.... " she murmured against my ear. 

Our lips came together again this time our mouths wrestling into a deep passionate kiss, our tongues twirling and darting, a kiss that went on and on until we were forced to break apart by the need to breathe. We had slid down on the smooth leather bench seat so that I was laying half over her our bodies pressed together and my rigid prick trapped tightly between us against her belly. 

"You ARE sexy and beautiful, Becca," I told her softly, "and very desirable... and I want you... I want to make love to you!"

"Oh God, YES.... Yes, yes." She whispered, her own need making her voice smoky and dark. 

I felt her hands move between us as she plucked at the snapper on her jeans and raised her hips to ease them down around her thighs as I mirrored her actions my erection springing free between us, the glans tingling as it came to rest on her bare stomach. I felt my jeans and shorts flop to the floor of the cab. 




The Touch Ch. 35



Becca was trembling slightly beneath me, whether with passion or nervousness I wasn't sure but our need to be joined was so urgent that neither of us could wait any longer, there could be no time for the niceties of foreplay we both needed me to be inside her. I adjusted my position over her and eased my prick down until the tip was sliding in the warm moistness of the already well lubricated pussy and then suddenly I was entering her, a single thrust and my prick was totally immersed in her hot wetness and both of us were shuddering with the unexpected suddenness of that deep penetration. 

I hugged her tighter against me my hands sliding down her back until I was cupping her firm rounded buttocks and pressing her even harder to me so that I could penetrate into her those last few millimetres my groin grinding against her clit and drawing tiny moans of pleasure from her open lips. We were not really making love, the only movement was the slight jerking of my throbbing, rock hard erection so deep inside her pulsing honey pot, but it was enough. 

Suddenly I felt the rush of sensation which heralded my need to climax, a tingling which seem to start in my toes and surge through my aching balls to my pulsing glans and explode as I pumped my hot load deep inside her, causing her to gasp and cry out.

"Aaaah! Oh my God.... Oh yes!" 

Her body responded to mine, her hips jerking spasmodically as she rammed herself onto my hardness again and again until the inside of her vagina erupted into a fluttering, roiling orgasm that left both of us panting and gasping.

It was several minutes before either of us could attempt to sit up and wriggle back into our clothes. Our love making had been over very quickly but the intensity had left both of us breathless and my legs felt far too rubbery to be able to drive for a little while.

I fished around behind the seat and found my satchel and poured both of us a plastic mug of hot black coffee from the vacuum flask and lit myself a cigarette.

Becca looked happy and radiant again, her green-blue eyes were bright and sparkling and surprisingly her hair was hardly mussed at all. In the past it had been Becca that had soothed my fears and wiped away my stress and angst, I guess that I had in some measure returned that favour, she looked happy again and that made me happy. 

After a while we drove on to Bishopsdown and sat in the garden of Caroline's house and I drank another cup of coffee whilst Becca took photographs. She had agreed to paint the water colour for Caroline's garden party and was enthusiastic when I asked her to come up to London with me to look at the roof garden. I hadn't found a solution yet but I was mentally working on how we could make it an overnight trip. Becca deserved the simple luxury of a night of unhurried love making. 

"If you come with me to the party next week you could even gather other commissions from her friends," I enthused, "it could be the start of a new career."

"I need to get to grips with the idea of a new lifestyle first," she smiled. She indicated my cigarette, "Let me try that," she giggled, "I haven't smoked since I was a student.... "

I passed her the half smoked cigarette and she took a deep drag and immediately started to cough. She passed it back to me, gasping for breath her face pink. 

"Now I remember why I gave it up..." she laughed. "I think my new debauched lifestyle will have to stick with us exploring sex some more, for now." 

"If you have finished here there is somewhere else that I want to take you, before returning you to urbane suburban life," I chuckled.

We drove back across the city to Craven Manor. I knew that it would be safe to take Becca there as Georgia was always at her London office on Monday. 

"Oh this is such a lovely house," Becca said, as we got out of the Land Rover and stood in the front drive. 

"This is your next commission," I announced. "I want you to paint a picture of the front face of the building with the flower beds and the rhododendrons whilst they are still in bloom." 

"I would love to, this house has so much character," she said enthusiastically her bubbly self again. "Who is the painting for.... Do they want watercolour or oils? I prefer working with waters as you know."

"The picture is for Georgia Craven, who owns the manor, but the commission is from me." I told her. I held up a finger to silence any query. "It is a proper commission, I SHALL be paying you for the work done... at the going rate, no arguments." 

"Who is this lucky lady?" There was no hint of jealousy in her enquiry, Becca was not clingy and we both just appreciated the times that we enjoyed together, there could be no commitments and no ties.

"Georgia is actually my solicitor, but also a good friend, she has been very kind to me and gave me a very expensive set of golf clubs a short time back, the painting is to be a thank you gift."

By the time that Becca had taken a roll of photographs of the house and surrounds and made a quick preliminary outline sketch it was late morning. We sat in the Land Rover and exchanged another long passionate kiss before pulling out of the shelter of Georgia's drive and into the city, back to Becca's house.

"Oh dear, back to reality, housework and cooking dinner for Leslie and the boys," Becca sighed as I pulled up by her gate. 

"I did mean what I said about getting a life," I told her, "You are worth much, much more than you give yourself credit for."

"As long as you meant the bit about sexy and beautiful," she chuckled, "but you have got to keep coming back to prove it to me...." She gave me a friend's kiss on the cheek and jumped down from the cab and walked up her drive with just a single backward glance and wave of her hand. I watched her tight round arse and bouncing auburn hair until she disappeared through the door and then drove away. 

It was after mid-day when I got back to the garden centre. Emma was waiting for me, hopping from foot to foot like an excited school girl waiting to be taken on an outing. I had promised her that as soon as I got back I would drive her out to the car dealership to collect her new car. 

She was wearing her usual working gear, a plain black long sleeved, t-shirt and tight black jeans but since our day together on Thursday she somehow seemed to look sexier and more voluptuous... or perhaps it was just because I now unreservedly saw her that way.

"I have telephoned the broker and arranged the motor insurance," she told me excitedly, "and I have had you and Mum both added to the policy as 'other drivers'; just in case you need to drive it when I am away..."

"OK, that's great," I laughed. I held up my briefcase containing my notes from the Manor Farm Road job. "Let me just drop this off in the office and we can get the car and go."

Emma's car was ready and waiting when we arrived at the showrooms, the little VW Beetle soft-top was gleaming from a fresh polishing, fuelled up, taxed and ready to go. It only took her about ten minutes to complete the sales documentation and the car's log book details.

I had called the dealer and arranged to have the Polo washed, polished and valeted, inside and out whilst we were there. I would be giving the car back to Lauren and Lucinda that evening for the week that they were at home and having it cleaned thoroughly was the least that I could do in appreciation of the long term loan of the vehicle whilst they were away. I had got used to having my own car and I would need to find another vehicle before they came home permanently in August and I finally handed the Polo back to them to take away to university.

The car cleaning would take about an hour and so I suggested to Emma that she take her new car back to the garden centre and I would follow when the Polo was ready.

"No way!" she exclaimed. "This is our break and so I am going to drive you across to the park for some lunch... I want you to be the very first passenger in my new car." 

She pulled a large paper sack from her shoulder bag and held it up for me to see. "I had Grace make us cheese and ham sandwiches and I put in a couple of bottles of Coke, we can sit on the grass and watch the swans on the river."

It was only a few minutes drive to the Queen Elizabeth Gardens which was an absolute picture of English beauty with swathes of late crocuses and hyacinths and clumps of daffodils painting a splash of colours across the well manicured grass, the warm weather had kept the spring blooms going for a few extra weeks that year. We parked the car and walked down to the river edge, the grass was still damp from the early morning shower of rain and so we found a bench and sat side by side and consumed our sandwiches hungrily with hardly a word passing between us. 

"We used to have picnics all the time we were kids.... remember?" I remarked. Mum had a huge wicker picnic hamper which she used to fill with goodies and we would drive into the country in her original car, a big old Volvo estate, and she would spread a table cloth on the ground and we would sit and enjoy a real alfresco lunch, chicken drumsticks, sandwiches, cake and Mum's homemade lemonade. 

"We can again," she replied cheerfully. It was really nice to see my sister happy at last. "You must promise me that you will make time to have lunch with me at least once a month, and during the summer we can have a picnic." She threaded her arm through mine, sliding up the bench so that her hip and thigh were pressed hard against mine. "I shall buy one of those nice tartan picnic blankets to keep in the car....it will be an investment.... I know we could put it to good use..." she added saucily. 

My responding laugh probably sounded a little nervous which gave her an opening to tease me some more.

"What? Don't you think it would be fun to be laid out on a picnic blanket with me?" She giggled sexily and before I could stop her had taken my hand and pressed it tightly against the crotch of her jeans, holding it there with surprising strength. It was probably only a few seconds before she released me but it seem like forever, I was sure that I could feel the warmth of her sex through the fabric and was convinced that everybody in the park was watching us.... but there was nobody anywhere near to our bench.

"Oh bloody hell, Emma!" I exclaimed. "You can't do things like that...somebody might see!" 

"That was just to remind you what is waiting for you," she chuckled leaning in very close to whisper in my ear, "The clock is ticking, Jay.... You ARE going to fuck me... and very soon!" 

She tipped my face towards her with a finger against my chin and gave me a soft wet kiss on the mouth, her tongue flicking between my lips for the briefest of seconds, but long enough to cause a serious tingling in my groin. I was finally starting to agree with her; I WAS going to fuck her and it really did need to be very soon. 

Emma dropped me back at the car sales forecourt to pick up the sparkling clean Polo and then she headed off back to work, whilst I took a short detour to the High Street to pick up the photographs that I had dropped off for developing on Friday. 

As the library was only a couple of streets away I decided on a whim to walk over and see if Anthea was on duty. As luck would have it she was; I spotted her before she saw me, she was standing by the enquiry desk checking some books against a document. Across the open space of the library she looked really tiny and cute; her hair was loose and flowing in a coppery cascade provoking a mental image of her face framed by a halo of bronzed tresses as we lay on the museum rug after our passionate lovemaking a few nights back.

She was dressed in a very similar outfit to the one that she had been wearing on Friday evening. A thick tweedy cardigan worn open over a moss green t-shirt and matching colour wool knee length skirt with her usual thick black stockings. She sensed me watching her and looked up, her face breaking into a smile as she put down her list and started towards me. She seemed happy, at ease and pleased to see me, obviously not embarrassed or uncomfortable about our impromptu shag in the museum attics. 

"Hello Jamie," she greeted me, grasping both my hands and standing on tip-toe to give me a light friendly peck on the cheek. Her pleasure in seeing me was warm and sincere and although we had only met a few times and spent a single evening together it felt as though we had been intimate friends for years. 

"I was in the area and thought I would drop in a see if you were.... were...." I began lamely.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling behind her oval frameless spectacles. "If I had any regrets about what happened between us on Friday evening?" She volunteered, then took my hand and led me to one side, out of earshot of any passing members of staff or browsers. "No.... I have no regrets... I desperately needed our intimacy just then.... in fact I feel better about myself now than I have for ages...."

"I am glad," I sighed with genuine relief, "I was a little bit worried about you when you hadn't telephoned."

"Thank you for caring," she said smiling warmly, "I did actually call you this morning and leave a message... you were out of your office... "

"Sorry...stupid of me, I have been out all morning and haven't picked up my messages yet."

"I just called to say that I have found quite a lot of useful references about the Shelby House gardens which should help you track down what you need in Ms. Shelby's private library," she pursed her lips in a little pleading pout. "I would really love to get back in there and look at the original volumes again, if you could arrange it?" 

"Oh that's really great," I enthused. "I will ring Philippa and arrange access to the library.... and I wouldn't dream of doing it without you. You are my resident expert remember... I need you."

She wrote her home telephone number on the back of one of my business cards and we agreed that I would call her once I had arranged with Philippa to get into the Shelby House library. 

She reached up and gave me a light parting kiss on the mouth, our lips touching for just a fraction of a second too long for the kiss to be totally chaste. I strolled back to the car, I was glad that Anthea was happy and pleased with the progress she had made with our research. I really liked Anthea and I hoped that we could remain close friends, I wasn't sure that we would ever have sex again, that may have just been a one-off thing of the moment, but being friends was enough, being friends was good.

When I got back to the garden centre I drove straight up the back lane to Maggie's house and parked the cleaned and polished Polo in the big double garage and then walked back down to the office. Maggie's Range Rover was not in the garage and I guessed that she had already left to pick up the twins and their aunt. They were due home that evening, their flight from Dijon was due into Southampton airport late afternoon and so Maggie had taken the day off to drive down and pick them up. 

By the time we had closed up the garden centre at six-thirty there was still no sign of Maggie and the girls and I guessed that they had probably stopped off for something to eat on the way home. I was seriously tempted to go up to the house and wait for them but I knew that they would all be tired and so accepted a ride home with Emma. 

I was very fond of my cousins and was eager to see them again, they had been away in France since February and I know that Emma had missed them as well. Lauren and I had become particularly close and she had often telephoned me, secretly, in the evening when I was at the office alone, her erotic and sexy teasing over the telephone line was probably bordering on the illegal and always left me feeling horny as hell. For some reason those calls had stopped a couple of weeks ago, I wasn't concerned....I guessed that the twins were just busy enjoying their sabbatical. 

Gwen was teaching at the Great Western Hospital in Swindon that week and was commuting the sixty odd miles each way daily so she was unlikely to be home before seven-thirty and I had ample time to prepare an evening meal for the three of us. I had brought home a dozen of Grace's homemade, plump and succulent beef and Madera wine sausages from the garden centre restaurant and slid them under the grill until they were part cooked and then laid them out in a large baking dish. I had decided to made a big Toad-in-the-Hole and so mixed up a jug of batter and left it to stand in the fridge. There would be plenty of time to pour the batter over the bangers, cook the Yorkshire Pudding and reheat some gravy from the stockpot, whilst Gwen was changing. 

Gwen and I were lounging in the sitting room reading and Emma was upstairs in her room when the telephone rang about nine o'clock. I heard the thunder of feet on the stairs, the ringing stopped and was replaced by Emma's voice in animated conversation. A few minutes later she poked her head around the door.

"It is Lauren on the telephone, "She smiled, "Just to let us know that they are all home safely and invite us over for dinner tomorrow night ..... " The head disappeared and then re-appeared, "Oh, Jay... she wants to speak to you..."

I went out into the hall and picked up the receiver. Emma had fled back up-stairs and I could hear pop music seeping from behind her closed door. 

"Hi Lulu... it's great to have you home...." I opened cheerfully.

"Jamie.... I need to see you... " she sounded serious, "Make an excuse to get out and pick me up at the bottom of the back lane.... You can tell Auntie Gwen it is about Emma's birthday...that is what I shall tell Mummy."

"Lauren, what is the matter? What has happened?"

"I will tell you when I see you," she said, a bit sharply I thought. I crossed my fingers and prayed that nothing serious had happened to Maggie or either of the twins.

I went back into the sitting room. "May I borrow your car?" I asked Gwen, "Lauren wants to meet me..... something to do with Emma's birthday that can't wait..."

"Of course you can... the keys are on the hook. Give her my love.... And remember she is probably tired so don't take her to a pub and keep her out half the night, OK?"

Lauren was waiting for me by the side gate to the garden centre; she got into the passenger seat and snapped the seat belt on with a jerk. She looked great. Her outfit was very French, an extremely fashionable grey cashmere top with a high polo neck but totally sleeveless, a black mini skirt with a pale blue swallow embroidered near the hem and black fishnet stockings. Her skirt had ridden up as she sat down to expose a glimpse of suspender clasp and a flash of pale thigh. Not for the first time I marvelled how sexy my cousins were, but I was too worried to get horny right then. 

"What's going on, Lulu," I asked concerned, "Has something happened to Maggie or Luci or you?" 

"No, we are all just dandy...!" she snapped. I reached out and tried to turn her face towards me but she pulled away and just stared out of the front windscreen, "Just drive somewhere private where we can talk...."

This behaviour was so unlike Lauren. OK, the twins could be real little bitches when the felt like it, we had had our falling outs over the years, but everything was good with us now and I had felt that I had a special relationship with Lulu in particular. It was not just the sex; fucking with Lulu was wild and raunchy but I thought that we had a singular understanding, a real closeness.

I really did not know where to take her and so I just pulled out on to the main road and then took the next left hand turn into one of the narrow lanes that separated the fields and turned onto Lower Road; and then I remembered. There was a gap in the high hedge where you could park out of sight of the road, Lauren and I had stopped there and shared frantic sex in her car just before the twins went to France. The entrance loomed in my headlights and I pulled in and stopped. 




The Touch Ch. 35



She went mad! Suddenly she was slapping at me furiously, her face was blotchy and tears were streaming down her cheeks. 

"You fucking arsehole, Jamie....." she sobbed, "How dare you bring me back here.... Where we screwed.... Where we were happy! That day was so special, I believed you thought so too!" 

I was totally perplexed, I truly did not know what was going on, but she was really angry with ME! I managed to grab hold of her wrists and hold her until she had calmed a little. My mind was filled with looming terrors... had she somehow found out about Maggie and I in the swimming pool? No that was impossible, absolutely nobody could know about that. Then there was the worst horror imaginable.... What if she had discovered or guessed about my relationship with Gwen... both the twins were very astute, but Gwen and I had happened after they had gone abroad and I had received regular, happy, 'phone calls from Lulu until a couple of weeks ago. 

"Lauren....Lulu.... please stop.... please.... Just tell me what this is all about." I asked as gently and calmly as I could. I shook a couple of cigarettes out of the packet and lit both and offered one to her; she took it, it seemed to calm her a bit. I produced a clean handkerchief and she allowed me to dab at her face and eyes. This seemed to be my day for trying to console unhappy women in cars.

"Jimbo, I thought the three of us had an understanding, you, me and Luci..... that we trusted each other and promised to tell each other things....." I still didn't understand but at least she was now calling me Jimbo again. 

"What is it I haven't told you?" I asked.

Instead of answering she flung open the car door and got out, slammed it closed and leaned against the car her back against the door. I got out and walked around to the passenger side and leaned next to her.

"Luci and I had a 'phone call from Ellie Scott-Symonds..... she was simply bursting to tell us all about you...."

"Who the fuck is Ellie Scott-Whatever?" I was starting to get frustrated and a bit annoyed.

"She is our friend...the one who loaned us the cottage at Barton-on-Sea, remember! You do remember fucking me there all afternoon, don't you!" She took a deep breath. "I know we all agreed there would be no commitments between us and that we were free to fuck whoever we pleased, whenever we pleased.... But.....!

"Wait a minute..." I butted in, "I don't even know this Ellie and I have certainly never shagged her!" 

"I didn't say it was Ellie that got shagged," she said, she sounded a little less angry but somewhat sad, which was actually worse. "You may not know her but she recognised you.... She saw you out with your... your ... WIFE TO BE!" She almost spat out the final three words. 

"Wife-to-be? Is this some sort of joke, Lulu?" I could not stop myself from laughing, partly because of the outrageous thought of my getting married and partly with total relief that her anger was not about either Maggie or Gwen. 

"She saw you. In the Royal George Inn.... With your girlfriend.... Your very PREGNANT girlfriend.... You were sitting together and you left together..... arm in arm.... I take it that you WILL marry the poor little bitch?"

Cora Remick.... This Ellie girl has seen me that night with Cora. I started to really laugh I just couldn't stop myself.

"You've got it all wrong," I gasped, "Cora isn't my fiancée, she is just an old friend... the baby is certainly NOT mine... I met her that night for the first time in years, we had a drink and I walked her home...." I certainly was not going to confess that despite Cora being pregnant we had had sex that night. "Your friend got it wrong.... Anyway Emma was there with me, she would have told you if you had asked her."

It was as if a blanket of gloom had been lifted from over us. Lauren seemed suddenly as totally relieved as I was, she was still dabbing at her eyes with my handkerchief but was smiling.

"Oh Jimbo.... I am so, so sorry...." She really sounded as if she meant it too. "Luci and I were so worried about you, getting a girl pregnant would have ruined everything for you....for Mummy, for everybody.... and we were bloody furious as well because we thought that you didn't trust us enough to tell us about this girl."

She twisted around to stand in front of me her hands lightly resting on my shoulders her eyes searching my face for signs of forgiveness. "You won't stay angry with me...you will forgive me...won't you? She put on one of her really sexy little pouts and tossed her head gently so that her honey blonde hair cascaded out over her shoulders.

"Of course I forgive you.... You know I could never stay angry with you for very long...." It was true.

"Good... because Luci and I need you to be our big, strong Rambo until we go back to Dijon..." she chuckled throatily and I felt her hand slide down to lightly rub against my prick, causing it to tingle in anticipation. I guessed that I was forgiven as well. 

I knew where this was going with Lulu, her wide blue-grey eyes were bright and sparking with mischief and her lips open a fraction so that I could just see the deep pink tip of her tongue between her perfect white teeth. I bent forward and pressed my lips to hers, they were soft and moist and opened in instant and total surrender. Her hand moved up to pull my face to hers and our tongues twisted and twirled in a frenzy of lust around each other in the hot cavern of our wrestling mouths. 

"Oh bloody hell, Jimbo," she panted when we finally eased our mouths apart. "I have been waiting for this for SO long," Her hand returned to caress my prick which was now rigid and throbbing, stretching out the fabric of the leg of my jeans. "Do you know what it is like to go without a proper fuck for four months and then be told that your only source of a shag had hooked up permanently with some bird and got her pregnant?"

I laughed quietly at the picture she painted. "Aren't there any men in France then?" I teased.

"God no, that bloody farm is miles from anywhere... and the French country yokels are even worse than the English ones... thick as two short planks and would probably prefer to shag their sheep." She giggled. "Besides, there is The Pact."

"What?" 

She wriggled against me rolling my trapped erection between our thighs. "Luci and I have a pact... we have agreed to share you between us.... " she squeezed my dick hard, causing me to let out a small gasp of surprise. "This is going to be our one and only fuck-stick .... you, my dear Rambo, will have the singular distinction of being our solitary lover..."

"What about when you go to university?" I grinned.

"Then Luci and I shall continue to fuck each other, we always have...we always will... but we get to shag with you during the holidays," she laughed.

"You mean you two really are.... are...."

"Gay? Lesbians? I don't know that those terms can really be applied to twin sisters... but yes I guess we probably are...except for you of course."

"Christ... I have never screwed a Lesbian," I laughed. The memory of the twins together on that big double bed at Maggie's house came flooding back bring with it a wave of erotic sensation causing my prick to jerk against Lauren's thigh.

"Yes you have...you just didn't know it..." she chuckled, "and you are going to again before this night is out...." 

Her hand was caressing up and down my now quivering length. "I think you should put this where it belongs.... I really, really need to feel it inside me.... I need you to make me cum.... See how wet and ready you have made me..." Her other hand grasped mine and drew it up, beneath her short skirt. She was telling the truth, the crotch of her panties was warm and wet and her pussy lips parted over my fingers as she ground herself onto my hand. 

"Fuck me, Jimbo....quickly now....please!" she panted against my mouth as our lips met again in a sucking lust filled kiss which drew the breath from our lungs and caused our loins to jerk together in anticipation. 

I felt her tug at my belt until it came loose and I pushed up her skirt so that it was bunched around her waist; and then she had pulled my fly buttons apart and was pushing down my jeans and shorts so that my erection swung out, jerking like a flag pole in the breeze until she grasped it firmly in one hand whilst the other pulled aside the thin silken fabric of her panties.

My fingers pressed her pussy lips apart, she was very hot and wet, but then Lulu could get that way almost instantly. I explored her open slit and brought my finger to rest on her hard little clit with was already well lubricated with her own juices and gently massaged that sensitive nubbin in a slow circular motion. She was gasping and her whole body was starting to quiver and I knew that she was already close to orgasm. Lauren could get there faster than any girl I had ever known and her orgasms were massive and beautiful, I don't think than I knew anybody who enjoyed sex more than my cousin did. 

"Put it in....put it in...." she panted and guided my prick, slithering though her hot juices to her welcoming vagina. 

I needed her as much as she needed me and I rammed forward, my length sliding easily into her hot and ready depths slamming her back against the car and felt her toes lift off the ground with the force of my violent thrust. She gave a sharp gasp and began to tremble all over, her vagina convulsing around my throbbing shaft. 

"Ooooooooh God," she gasped, her words coming in a breathy, happy, giggle, "I'm cumming, Jimbo, you've made me cum!"

I pushed harder into her, the pulsating walls of her climaxing vagina making her incredibly tight but she was so wet that I easily slid in as far as I could go until I could feel my glans pushing against the tiny neck of her cervix. She gasped loudly and threw her arms around my neck and lifted her feet up from the ground, locking her heels around the back of my thighs, I felt her sandals drop to the ground behind us. 

My whole world was one of fantastic sensations as I slammed harder and faster into her roiling depths each hammering thrust sliding her up the side of the car and every penetration drawing frantic moans from each of us and then suddenly I felt her vagina start to contract again. 

"I'm cumming again..." she shrieked loudly, "Do it now... cum with me... Oh God... I want you to do it!"

I was long past ready and with one final brutal thrust which jerked her away from the car and rammed her down hard onto my length I erupted inside her, pulse after pulse, jerked out into her tight depths.

We slammed back against the car as my legs sagged both laughing and sobbing. Tears were running down her cheeks but this time from sheer lustful joy. I held her tight to me our bodies supported only by my hands on the car roof and her buttocks pressed against door. 

"Blood hell, Lulu," I finally gasped. "Are you sure that you are a lesbian?"

"Only when I'm not with you..." she grinned. 

I wriggled my hips playful against her, my half limp dick moving inside her love tunnel causing her to take a small sharp intake of breath. 

"Don't tease me...." she giggled. "I could do it all again... and all night long... but we have got to go home, haven't we."

We quickly redressed and I lit a couple of cigarettes whilst Lauren searched for her shoes, they had actually landed several feet away from where we had been standing. 

"You will spend some time with us before we go back...won't you?" she asked. "Proper time...alone... shagging time!" she added saucily. 

I just nodded. The thought of being with both of the twins again was mind numbing. 

I drove her right up to the house; I didn't like the idea of her walking up the back lane in the dark on her own. 

"I will tell Luci that everything is OK again," she said as she got out of the car, then chuckled throatily, "She will be so pissed off that I got to shag you on our first night home and she didn't." 

"Hey, that reminds me," I laughed, "Didn't you bring me a present home from France?"

"You have just had your present," she retorted saucily. "It is the best sort of present...one you can have over and over again...forever."

She ran around the side of the house and I watched the security light over the back door come on and go off again. 

Lulu had shagged me almost to exhaustion, it really had been the best of presents....and I still had my present from Lucinda yet to come. I mentally chuckled....No pun intended. 

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My apologies for the delay between chapters during the summer months whilst I was abroad... I hope that I can catch up fairly quickly and post Chapters 37 and 38 during the next couple of weeks. A progress update can be found n my profile notes for those who are interested.

GF



The Touch Ch. 36



 WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

This Chapter is dedicated to the group of ex-pat Guys and Girls on Ibiza and Menorca who have supported this story from the beginning; this is the chapter I was tucked away on the boat editing in the afternoons. It was a real pleasure to meet you this summer, the meal and drinks were great...... my treat next year.

The Touch Pt. 36 - Of Aunts and Cousins

I thought that Aunt Nikki Bardin was something of an enigma. On the surface she was pleasant enough but seemed to be playing a complex game of relationships, treating each of us to a slightly different facet of the her personality with the result that dinner at Maggie's on Tuesday evening was interesting if somewhat strained.

Nikki was an attractive woman of roughly 50, the younger sister of Maggie's first husband Robert de Vere. She was about 5'8" with the slim but rounded figure of a mature woman who spent a lot of time riding horses and walking. Her face was delicate, her eyes ice blue and her mousey shoulder length hair was streaked with highlights of natural grey, on her it was attractive rather than aging. Her make-up was expensive and her face cosmetically perfect, I recognised her perfume as top end; Chanel No. 5, I think. Her clothes were simple but expensive, good quality designer jeans with a white scoop neck top of fine linen with beaded embroidery at the neck and cuff, which I suspected was genuine pink coral and chip jade and a coral pink silk scarf knotted at her throat. 

"You must call me Nikki," she said when we were introduced for the first time by Lucinda. "I simply hate it when attractive young men call me Madame or Tante, it makes me feel positively ancient..... " She smiled sweetly and held onto my fingers for a second too long when we shook hands. Even though she had been born and brought up in England she had a slight French accent on selected words. She had lived in France for over twenty years but I suspected that it was a deliberate affectation the rest of her English was just too perfect and unaccented.

To me she behaved graciously, paid attention when I spoke to her and laughed quietly at my jokes, lightly touching my arm from time to time with her finger tips, flirting lightly in the way that older women sometimes do with younger men. As I was the only man present, I guess I was bound to attract her attention. I think I did find her attractive but her behaviour made me feel uncomfortable with Maggie and Gwen in the room but nobody else seemed to notice. 

To the twins she was the perfect affectionate aunt, her genuine fondness for the girls and they for her was obvious and she quickly drew Emma into her little family coterie, the four of them chattering about the coming holiday, horses and riding, with Nikki flattering Emma by complimenting her on her A-Level French. In fact, although a lot better than mine, Emma's French was not really all that good, especially when compared to the fluency that Luci and Lulu had developed during their time at Dijon, it was one of the key reasons for their long sojourn in France, both were going to be reading languages at university.

Gwen, she treated pleasantly if a bit distantly, an acquaintance rather than family. It was not until later that Gwen told me they had only met twice before, once at Robert and Maggie's wedding and then later at Robert's funeral.

I knew Maggie's moods so well that it was blatantly obvious to me that there was some sort of history between her and Nikki. Neither was overtly rude or aggressive to the other but their mutual dislike was almost palpable although well controlled by both especially in front of the girls. They chose not to sit together and neither would instigate a conversation with the other although both would socialize as part of the group.

Maggie had seated Nikki at the dinner table between myself and Emma and for most of the meal the conversation was light and cheerful but became somewhat strained whenever the subject of gardening or the garden centre was raised as it inevitably would be with three of us working daily at the family business and the other three being shareholders. By dessert a cloud of tension hung over the table and there was an atmosphere of stress developing. Even the twins and Emma seemed a bit on edge. I can't really remember anything that was said that was particularly spiteful but Nikki several times made oblique remarks which were obviously aimed at Maggie and things were finally brought to a head when one of us made an innocent comment about how well the garden centre was doing. 

"My brother was a PROPER landscaper," Nikki retorted with a rather supercilious smile, the barb obviously aimed at Maggie, "he designed beautiful gardens... he wasn't a shop keeper!"

I was starting to get a bit annoyed and protective, nobody but nobody, had a pop at Maggie in my presence, Gwen caught my eye over the table and gave a little warning shake of her head urging me to back off. I think we all recognised the signs that Maggie herself was about to kick back but Gwen stepped in to defuse the situation.

"Then I think it is really a compliment to his memory that Maggie and Jamie have continued that tradition. Landscaping and design is a very large part of THEIR business," She said, with one of her sweet disarming smiles. "The company is still called 'de Veres' and so Robert's name and reputation lives on!"

Nikki said nothing further and I breathed a sigh of relief, I could not think of a more dangerous situation than somebody launching an attack on either Maggie or Gwen when the other twin was present, I thought that Nikki was skating on very thin ice.

By the time we had finished the meal nobody really wanted to stay seated for coffees and we were all glad to get down from the table and moved awkwardly into the drawing room. 

Oddly, it was Emma who came to the rescue, suggesting that she and Gwen would clear the dining table and start the washing-up and that Lucinda and Lauren should take their aunt up to their rooms to start picking out their outfits for the return to France. It was an obvious ploy to split the group up, but it worked.

Gwen sidled up to me and gently squeezed my hand. "Why don't you take Maggie and your coffees into the garden and have a cigarette..... it will you give you both a chance to cool down a bit."

I loaded a tray with the cafetiere, coffee glasses and a couple of balloons of cognac and took it out to the table by the swimming pool. Maggie was already waiting for me and had turned the pool light down low so that the area was bathed in a soft yellow glow, I guess that Gwen had banished her from the house as well.

We sat on the bench seat side by side our shoulders and hips lightly touching in a natural gesture of empathy and sipped our coffee and brandy silently for several minutes.

"So what is it with you and 'Nikki la louve'?" I asked eventually. "You don't have to tell me, but there is obviously something not right."

Her brow crinkled for a moment and then she laughed gently, "I think you mean 'salope'... bitch.... 'la louve' means she-wolf, although you could well have the right of it..."

"My French always was crap," I chuckled. I lit a couple of cigarettes and passed one to her. 

"It would be unfair to say that Nikki is totally to blame... I guess I am equally guilty," she confessed, "the truth is that we have never liked each other, even when Robert was alive and our relationship badly deteriorated after he died."

I didn't prompt her but after another sip of coffee she went on.

"You know that she is Robert's younger sister .... His only living relative, which is why I am so keen that the girls have a good relationship with her... Nikki is the only family that they have on their father's side." She paused again and then obviously decided to continue confiding her story to me. 

"Robert, dear Robert, was several years older than me when we met. He was 38 and I was a 20 year old, second year undergraduate at Writtle College. He was already a well known and much lauded architect and landscaper and we were introduced when I attended a lecture that he gave to the Royal Horticultural Society. It was a whirlwind romance, we were both totally besotted with each other and within a year we were married, the day after my graduation." 

This was the first time that Maggie had really talked to me about her first husband, I only vaguely remembered him as a tall kindly man who wore horned rimmed spectacles and tweed jackets; and built bonfires at the bottom of the garden and roasted chestnuts for the twins, me and Emma in the autumn, and played beach cricket with us in the summer. I was only six when he died, it was so long ago I couldn't even remember being sad... he just wasn't there anymore. Feeling the way that I did about Maggie, I guess that I should have been jealous of their obvious love for each other... but I wasn't. 

"Nikki had been working with Robert as his personal assistant, since she came down from Oxford," She went on, "She was totally and absolutely devoted to him, they spent nearly every day together, and shared a house in London which Robert had divided into two connecting apartments. They did have their own private lives.... Robert was dashing and handsome and dated women all the time and she had been loosely engaged to Andre Bardin for two or three years; I think she was content with that set-up....until I came on the scene."

She slipped her arm through mine and hugged it to her, the softness of her breast against my deltoid, sent a thrill from my arm down to my groin and the scent of her herbal shampoo caused me to let out an inaudible gasp as she turned her head and her little silky blonde pony tail brushed tantalisingly against my cheek. 

"You don't really want to hear all this boring, stupid personal stuff...do you?" she said quietly smiling.

"It's not stupid.... And yes I do want to hear it.... Please go on." I prompted. How could I possibly be bored with anything to do with Maggie? 

"I think that Nikki just couldn't take not being the only permanent female in Robert's life. We had both taken an instant dislike to each other the first time we met but from the moment she realised that I was not going be just another fleeting romance, it almost became open warfare." She gave a small chuckle, took another sip of brandy. "Robert used to joke and say that it was like putting two cats in a room, it was a forgone conclusion that fur would fly. About a year after we married, I became pregnant with the girls, and Nikki turned really nasty..... she and Robert had a terrific row and she stormed off to France and almost immediately married Andre."

"So that is still the issue between you?"

"Oh no... there is more... much more..." She dragged my cigarette packet over and lit one for each of us. "I didn't know it at the time... I was too happy and absorbed with my life with Robert, carrying the babies and rebuilding this house...and forging my own career, but it turned out that Andre Bardin was broke. He is a really nice guy and a good farmer and horse breeder but a totally inept businessman; it is Nikki who has turned the farm into a profitable business. Neither Nikki, nor I knew that Robert had secretly bought them the farm at Dijon and that effectively Andre was just his tenant and they were living there rent free."

I had not known any of what she was telling me...but then I guess there was no reason why I should.

"We always invited them over for Christmas and Easter every year and Nikki always sent presents to Robert and the girls but refused to come back to England not even to see her brother...... and then six years after the twins were born my poor Robert was killed in that stupid accident.... I had begged him over and over to stop riding that stupid motorbike, especially in the winter... but..."

She trembled slightly against me and I thought that she had perhaps started to weep, but her eyes were dry. She smiled at me sadly and I slid my arm around her comfortingly... she didn't move away but in fact snuggled closer and rested her head on my shoulder. 

"Nikki was devastated that she never saw him again before he died and naturally blamed me for keeping them apart. She and Andre did come to the funeral but afterwards the shit really hit the fan. When the will was read...Robert had left his entire estate to me and the twins... even the Bardin farm in France."

"Wow! I can imagine how she took that." I commented, "Do you still......?"

"Oh no, I immediately deeded it over to Nikki and Andre.... Robert had left us very well provided for and I thought that it was terribly cruel and out of character for him not to have left Nikki the farm in his will. He never did tell what was said when they argued that last time but I guess it must have been pretty awful." She gave a deep sigh and tossed down the rest of her brandy in a single gulp. "So there you have it..... the de Vere secret family feud.... Stupid isn't it."

"I don't understand.... It you really don't get on why do you go over and stay with her each summer?" 

"Simple, for my girls... they really enjoy their holidays there and Nikki really isn't that awful when she is at home, Andre seems to have a calming influence on her and I can spend my time riding with Lucinda and Lauren and we usually take a trip to Paris for a couple of days.... And Nikki is their only living link with their father so I feel that I need to keep trying to build bridges for their sakes." 

"Is there anything that I can do to relieve things whilst she is here?" I asked. It was a genuine offer but I crossed my fingers behind my back and hoped that she would not ask me to spend time alone with Nikki keeping her entertained.

She hugged my arm tightly, "Thank you, Jamie darling.... But she is going up to London tomorrow morning and won't be back until Friday so it should not be a problem."

Tomorrow was Emma's 18th Birthday and I guessed that Nikki was probably discreetly trying to make sure that nothing put a damper on the occasion. 

It had suddenly got dark and we had just agreed to go back into the house when, Emma, Luci and Lauren came bouncing around the corner of the house. 

"Aunt Nikki is tired and has gone to bed, and Auntie Gwen is reading in the drawing room," Luci announced, "We are going to change and have a swim before you guys have to go home..... you'll come in as well won't you Jimbo?

"Yes, OK... why not." Nothing embarrassing was likely to happen in the pool with all four of us just splashing about. 

I couldn't resist paying Maggie back a little for all the teasing and pool jokes during the past couple of weeks since the evening of our sexy skinny dip. 

"Are you coming in as well, Maggie?" I called loudly over my shoulder as I strolled towards the white stucco changing room. "Come on, don't be a wimp.... You don't have to wear a bathing suit if you don't want to...." 

"Don't you dare listen to him, Mummy!" Lucinda called from across the pool, but Maggie was already walking back towards the house trying to conceal her broad grin behind her hand. 

"Touché," she silently mouthed to me as she moved out of the circle of the light and disappeared from view. 

Later, at home, after Emma had turned in Gwen and I stood in the darkened kitchen and shared a deep, long sensual good-night kiss.

"So did Mags tell you the story about her and Nikki?" She asked. 

"Yes, I can't help but feel supportive towards Maggie, but I do feel sorry for Nikki as well," I said, "I quite like her most of the time, and she was very nice to me."

"I noticed that," Gwen hissed with a low chuckle, "I think you had better stay away from her from now on.... our relationship may be flexible but it doesn't have any room for French Whores...." She hadn't said it in a spiteful way but I wondered what she knew about Aunt Nikki that I didn't. She gave me a parting kiss and went through to the hall, "Bonne nuit, ma Cheri," she called over her shoulder. 

I guess everybody's French was better than mine.



Wednesday 10th of May was Emma's 18th birthday. She and Gwen had both taken the day off from work, and they were having a 'girly' day in Salisbury with the twins, getting their hair done, manicures and the like and then going shopping before we all went out for an evening meal as Emma had requested. 

Maggie had offered to open the garden centre that morning so that I did not need to hurry in to work and could spend some time at home with Emma when she got up. I guessed that she probably also wanted to avoid having to see Nikki that early in the morning. 

By the time Gwen, Emma and I had eaten breakfast and Emma had opened her birthday gifts from us and all her birthday cards, it was nearly nine-thirty when I got to the garden centre. Maggie was sitting in the restaurant having coffee and croissants; I gave her a friendly kiss on the top of her head and pulled up a chair. Unprompted, one of the waitresses immediately brought me a mug of steaming black coffee... I guess that I was pretty predictable. 

With all the extra new contracts and projects kicking off Maggie and I had often found it difficult to meet for lunch each day as we always had in the past and so some days we had our daily planning meeting over breakfast in the garden centre restaurant. I genuinely missed our little lunches together in the office, even if they were usually only a mug of cup-a-soup and sandwiches. We spent a half hour or so discussing work matters and then Maggie placed her hand lightly over mine.

"Jamie... I have a favour to ask of you..."

"OK, name it and it is yours." There was no point in being coy, there wasn't anything that I wouldn't do for Maggie, excluding murder.... and I couldn't really be positive about that!

"You may wish you hadn't been to hasty," she chuckled. "Do you remember asking if there was anything you could do to help with the 'French Bitch' problem....?"

I rolled my eyes dramatically and made a comic gesture of crossing my fingers as if to ward off a vampire. "I'm sorry Maggie.... I love you dearly," I laughed, "but I am NOT going to seduce your sister just to keep her out of your hair for a few days."

"Not even for me?" she giggled, "I could be VERY grateful...." I knew that she was only being playful, not even really flirting with me, it was the way that we teased each other all the time... but.... her choice of words sent a tingle surging through my groin, Luci and Lulu had used those exact words and then shown me that they could be 'Very Grateful'; both of them... separately and together!

"How grateful?" I played along.

"Not THAT grateful, you randy sod," she laughed slapping at me playfully, "I only want you to drive her to the station this morning to catch the train to London.... I reckon that that is worth a pub lunch at most.... I have an appointment with a sales rep and the twins have already left to meet your mother and Emma."

"OK, no problem....what time?"

She glanced at her watch. "It had probably better be fairly soon if she is to get a morning train.... You can take the Range Rover.... Colin is out in the Land Rover all morning.... and I don't think that Nikki would appreciate being picked up in the van. Keep the car all day and evening and bring it back tomorrow after Emma's birthday outing."

"Fine, I will go and collect her now, before I change into my working gear, can you telephone and ask her to be ready, in the drive?" I said getting up to leave. I really did not believe that I would have a problem with Nikki although Gwen had planted a seed of concern in my mind and I wasn't going to take the risk of being in the empty house alone with her.




The Touch Ch. 36



"My knight in shining armour riding to the rescue, again..." Maggie quipped. She stepped up close and kissed me lightly on the lips, her soft breasts pressing warmly and briefly against my chest, she was so close that our thighs brushed momentarily and erotically together. 

I don't think that anybody who knew us ever took any notice of how Gwen, Maggie and I behaved with each other, as a family we had always been very 'touchy-feely', for all of us hugs and kisses and affectionate teasing was perfectly normal, I think it had something to do with Maggie and the twins losing Uncle Robert, and Dad never being there, we six clung to each other for affection and security. Never-the-less, I moved towards the door quickly, I really did not want to be going to meet Nikki already feeling aroused by Maggie. 

I walked up the back lane and fetched the Range Rover from the garage and around to the front of the house, the VW Polo was not in the garage and I guessed that the twins had taken it into Salisbury. Nikki was waiting for me by the open front door. I had to admit that for a woman in her early fifties she looked very tasty. She was dressed in very skin tight blue stretch jeans with a wide decorative brown leather belt, a cream, chunky sweater with bat wing sleeves and short, expensive looking, soft calf designer ankle boots. Her entire outfit was very French, very classy and very fashionable. There was a large, tooled leather satchel style handbag slung over her shoulder and a beige leather overnight bag on the ground by her feet the discreet red and green flashes indicating that both were genuine Gucci. The strap of her handbag was pulled tight between her tits, in the morning light she appeared to have much more fulsome, very shapely, breasts than I had noticed the previous evening. 

"Bonjour Jamie..." she greeted me as I stepped around the car to pick up her bag. She came close and gripped my upper arms and gave me a traditional continental double kiss to both cheeks, her Chanel No.5 was heavy and sensual, and I could feel her finger tips lightly squeezing at my arm muscles, I felt like a horse being checked over before a race. 

She was only an inch or so shorter than me and our faces were about on a level, for a second her pale blue eyes seemed to bore into mine, and I thought of my faux pas the previous evening... perhaps Maggie was right, perhaps the description 'she-wolf' fitted Nikki better than bitch. I felt that her eyes held a hint of mockery and something else which made me feel slightly uncomfortable and very slightly aroused.

I was annoyed with myself and felt disloyal to Maggie and so tossed her case onto the back seat and then opened the passenger door for her but left her to climb into the high vehicle without my help.... It felt a bit ungallant and petty but I made the excuse to myself that I needed to lock the house before we left. I had always had my own keys to Maggie's house, the garage and both of her cars.

The drive across Salisbury to the railway station was not unpleasant; we filled it with inconsequential chit-chat, mostly about how different she found England now to when she last lived here. I discovered that she had only been to Salisbury and Maggie's house once before, at the time of Robert de Vere's funeral, but came over to London quite regularly to visit a friend. 

Wednesday was market day and the traffic was quite heavy and we seemed to hit red every time we approached a set of traffic lights, so it was nearly half and hour before I finally pulled into the station approach car park. 

I walked around to the passenger door and gave her my hand to help her down, it was a stupid point of etiquette really as I knew that the Bardin's had four wheeled drives on their farm and that Nikki regularly drove the tractor, she was fit and active and perfectly capable of getting in and out of a car by herself, but if nothing else Dad had at least drummed into me the way that a guy should behave around ladies. I picked up her case and walked with her into the ticket office, it seemed churlish not to. 

"I have just missed a train and so there will not be another one until eleven-thirty..."she told me. Then smiled sweetly, "Waiting is so tedious, I do not suppose that you would consider driving me up to London...would you?" 

I pretended to consider the idea for a moment and then shook my head firmly, "I really am sorry, Nikki... but... I do have work to do today...."

"Oh well never mind.... but you can keep me company until the train comes...can't you... we can go to the buffet room for a drink...." She had paid for her ticket and was already walking towards the café entrance, I still had her bag and so had no choice but to follow her. I glanced at my watch, there was almost an hour before the next train ... but I hadn't planned very much for that morning and I guess if it kept her sweet it was worth investing an hour of my time. 

By the time that I had followed her into the buffet room she had already found a table and was sitting waiting.

"Oh shit!" I muttered quietly to myself. It was yet another rush of déjà vu... she had chosen to sit at the very same table that Gill and I had shared the day that we first met, in this same café, a couple of months back, when I was waiting for this very same 11:30 train to London to meet Gwen, the day that we became lovers.

"I shall have a glass of white wine.... something decent," she said as I slid her case under her chair out of the gangway. "and see if they have any pastries that look edible..." As always she came across slightly demanding but then the French really don't say 'please' as often as the English do... politeness is often more in the way things are said rather than the words used I always felt that sometimes it was more honest.

I returned to the table with a glass of Spanish white wine, all they had to offer, a coffee for me and a couple of pastries that advertised themselves as being 'Traditional English Bramble Apple Turnovers'. Nikki didn't complain about the quality of the wine and the pastries were really quite good. 

The next hour actually passed quite quickly, she was good company, amusing and bright and I was surprised when she led the conversation around to talk about the garden centre... a subject I had been carefully avoiding after the previous evening's upsets. She appeared genuinely interested and very well-informed; but then, I recalled... she had been Robert de Vere's personal assistant and must have gathered a lot of knowledge about gardens and landscaping over those years.

"Lucinda and Lauren talk about you constantly," she told me. "They seem to believe that you are the best thing to have happened to horticulture since the Garden of Eden," she laughed, "Maggie too, they are very proud of both of you, you know."

I remembered the gist of Gwen's comments at the dinner table. "It all stems from Uncle Robert, really." I told her, and I guess it was true in a way. "He was Maggie's mentor and she is mine and so Mum was right when she said that we are carrying on his work.... but most of it is down to Maggie really, she is the real talent."

"I really do know that..." she said softly reaching across the table to place her hands on top of mine, she looked pleased with my comment, "and I know how loyal and how fond you are of your aunt..... " she took a sip of her wine... she was now on the third glass, "I do not believe that Maggie and I will ever be friends," she went on, "but we must not let it affect our relationships with Robert's children, the twins are now all that I have left of him... my only family." 

"And they love you too," I told her as kindly as possible. I guess that whilst I would always support and protect Maggie, even in family disputes, maybe I was beginning to see Nikki in a slightly warmer light.... but I still found her a bit intimidating. 

She continued to hold onto my hands, lightly but firmly enough that I would need to make an effort to pull them away. "I hope that your fondness for Maggie will not stop US from being friends...." She added, "Even good friends...perhaps?" 

I felt her toe bump against my shin. She had obviously kicked off her shoes at some point, she didn't remove her foot and I did not pull my leg back; I felt her toes curl around my calf and gently and slowly rub up and down. Oh, fuck! I thought...she is playing footsie with me!

She was smiling seductively and I was desperately trying to avoid eye contact, I knew that she would spot immediately that she was starting to turn me on, it was what her intense gaze was searching for, that She-wolf gaze; it felt like a role reversal of Little Red Riding Hood. She had got my sympathy and confidence and now she was poised to gobble me up. 

"Perhaps you would like to come over to Dijon for a few days later in the year," she invited, "we could spend some time riding together, get to know one another...." 

"I don't know....I mean I think I have.... Well, I HAVE booked most of my holidays already, " I stumbled awkwardly. She was blatantly coming on to me but I didn't want to offend her, not if there was a chance of a back-lash against Maggie and I did actually like her, "but it is a really generous offer..." 

Her she-wolf teeth were locked onto my throat and she was not going to let me escape that easily. "Do try.... If only for a few days.... We get on so well, you and I and I really love having company... I do get lonely when Andre is out working." There it was... the unspoken message hidden between the lines...Come to France and fuck me when my husband is out of the house! 

I was saved by the gong. The station tannoy disgorged a loud 'ping-pong' followed by an almost unintelligible string of garble announcing the 11:30 train to Waterloo.

I quickly grabbed up her bag. "That is your train .... We had better hurry..." I urged moving towards the buffet room door and the platform. 

I handed her the bag as she prepared to board the train and she kissed me goodbye, once on each cheek and then lightly brushed her lips across mine as if by accident. "I shall be returning to Maggie's place on Friday evening... you could pick me up from the station...I'll telephone when I have the time of the train...." She obviously intended maintaining the chase until she had brought down her quarry.

"Perhaps, but I am not sure what I am doing on Friday..." I replied limply. 

She banged the carriage door and leaned out of the open window to wave as the train pulled away. At least I had a couple of days to come up with a plausible excuse for being somewhere else on Friday. I found myself stupidly humming the Disney children's rhyme, 'Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf' as I walked back to the car. I guess I was.



Emma had chosen not to have a large 18th birthday party but had requested that instead we had a intimate family dinner together, just the six of us and she would have a separate girl's night out clubbing with her friends on Friday. Gwen and I had agreed to split the bill for the evening between us and had booked a table at the Ship Inn at Burcombe. It had been Emma's choice, I had told her she could chose to go to any restaurant that she wanted; except for Stoby's Fish and Chip shop. She had picked the Ship Inn, it was a favourite with all of us, we used the restaurant often and were well known there. 

The landlord had been happy to cordon off one end of the restaurant for our exclusive use and Maggie had driven over to Burcombe during the afternoon to dress the table with bouquets of flowers and put up birthday banners and balloons. Grace had secretly baked one of her special cream and fruit gateaux as a birthday cake which the landlord had agreed to keep out of sight until after the meal, and had added a couple of bottles of pink sparkling wine free of charge. 

The evening went terrifically well and Emma was absolutely thrilled with everything. The landlord of the pub, his wife and the chef all excelled themselves to put on a really lovely meal, each individual order looking extra special and the landlord and staff made a great fuss of Emma and joined us when the cake was brought out to sing 'Happy Birthday' and give her a rousing cheer which was taken up by the entire clientele in the pub. 

I was the sole man in a group of dazzling, beautiful women. Gwen had excelled herself making sure that Emma was the 'Belle of the Ball', her hair had been brushed until it gleamed, and her make-up was perfect, she looked every inch a sophisticated woman. She was wearing a plain black velour mini dress with a black lace half sleeve bodice, sheer black tights and black patent heeled shoes. I had never seen my sister look so adult and alluring, I was stunned and she knew it and she kept dragging my gaze back to her all evening by tiny little body language performances which were targeted at me and which I hoped that only I noticed. 

As always Gwen and Maggie looked totally ravishing. Gwen was wearing a black satin figure hugging knee length dress with a feathery beaded bodice, a sequinned waist band and a deep slit in the rear of the skirt. It was new, I had spotted it in a boutique in Salisbury, it was very similar to one that we had looked at together at Selfridges and I couldn't resist buying it for her and had secretly given it to her that morning, in return she had put on those embroidered stockings which she had worn that same day and had been so instrumental in our becoming lovers. Maggie was dressed in pale blue, a simple, satin, figure hugging dress with an embroidered waist and a cowl neck. She had adorned her little pony tail with a bow of matching material.

Both of the twins had brought outfits home from France for the occasion and looked very stylish and continental. The young fashion in Paris that year was the Gypsy Girl look and both were wearing full, embroidered silk skirts, scarlet and silver for Lulu and blue and gold for Luci, with a wide black embroidered belt at the waist and a simple balloon sleeve white blouse, fishnet stockings and heeled shoes matching the skirts. They both looked terrific and sexy especially as their shirts were worn with the upper buttons fashionably unfastened to display a peek of their black lacy bras. 

I was wearing my new grey pinstripe suit and one of the new shirts I had bought, a pale blue and pink and white stripe with a matching blue and pink club tie. I felt like the luckiest man alive surrounded by five beautiful women, the five women that I loved most in the world.

I had originally planned the table so that I would be seated with Maggie and Emma either side of me but by some device Luci and Lulu managed to change the seating arrangements so that I was sandwiched between them and contrived to embark on a covert tactile campaign beneath the table that left me horny as hell whilst they put on innocent expressions and probably puzzled everybody else as to why they were constantly giggling and I kept loosing the gist of the conversation. 

After the meal we all settled around a couple of tables in the bar with our drinks and coffees happily talking and laughing.

"It's so warm in here.... I'm going outside for a cigarette." Lucinda announced to the group and grabbed my hand, "Come on Jimbo, you can keep me company." In fact the room had become quite fuggy with the crush of customers at the bar, the bitter-sweet pub smell of draft beer, cigarette and pipe smoke. We went out onto the car park and Luci immediately grasped my hand and pulled me around the corner of the building and pushed me into a shallow alcove in the wall, out of sight of the car park or the pub windows leaning against me her arms wrapped around my neck.

The twins had been teasing me to distraction all evening at dinner running their fingers up and down the inside of my thighs out of sight beneath the table until my prick was swollen against my trouser leg and then gently stroking it with a finger; instinctively knowing when to stop before I erupted then allowing me to subside before starting again. 

I had been horny and aroused so many times during the past couple of hours that as soon as her body pressed against mine my prick hardened into a pulsing solid erection and I lowered my hands to her rounded buttocks to pull her against me my throbbing boner pushing hard against her belly. 

"Kiss me, Jimbo...quickly..." she panted and leaned in to offer her lips to me. I held her tightly against me and pressed my lips against hers. They were firm and warm, I could taste the fruity sweetness of her lipstick and then the moistness of our tongues as they met, the tips mingling, hers pushing frantically past mine the tip racing around my mouth flicking and touching my teeth and the inside of my cheeks like a darting eel. We finally broke away both panting for breath and I could feel my erection throbbing against her soft yielding belly and I know that she could feel it too as she pushed herself harder against it with little wriggling motions which brought me almost to the point of climax. 

I eased her away gently before I lost bodily control, I desperately wanted to go on, but shagging her out there in the car park was just not on and the Range Rover was in full view of the front of the pub.

"Welcome home Luci," I laughed. It had been Lulu who had met me the night before but Luci and I hadn't really been able to exchange more than a few private words together since she got home and had never been alone. I think that Luci had always accepted that Lauren and I had a special closeness and I had noticed that she was usually willing to give us a bit of space together. They were both fantastically sexy but I think that Lauren's sexual needs were just a little bit more urgent.

"Give me a cigarette," she smiled, "We cannot be out here too long.....Lulu will cover for us but the others may wonder what we are up to." I lit two cigarettes and passed her one and we both stood there for a few seconds just drawing in the calming smoke. 

"What-ever you have planned for tomorrow evening..... cancel it!" She said urgently. "It is the only chance that Lulu, me and you will have to be alone together... "

I had been puzzling on how I could make some time with the twins all day. "How? Where?" I asked. They had obviously got something worked out already. 

"At home .... After 6.30... Mummy and Auntie Gwen are going to their Soroptimist Club at Marlborough and won't be home until well after 11, and I know that Emma is going to the stables to see Janice... so everybody will be out of the way for a few hours."

When I didn't immediately respond she put on a little pout, not as groin warming as Lulu's pout, but she backed it up by placing her hand firmly over my prick. "OK.... Yeah.... Great!" I answered.

"You don't have a choice... it's an order," she purred, her hand moving slowly up and down the length of my now rigid prick. "You had better fill up with rare steak or oysters," she giggled. "We won't have much time and we both intend to make the most of it...of YOU!" 

I gave her a mock salute, "Privates on Parade, eh?" I chortled. I was young and virile and could shag all night in those days and I had been looking forward to my cousins coming home for months.

We ground out our cigarettes and strolled back into the pub, snatching a final wet kiss before opening the door. Everybody was laughing loudly at something that had been said and I don't think that anyone except Lauren really noticed that we had been gone.

I had been elected as chauffeur for the evening; had driven us all out to the pub in Maggie's Range Rover, so had only taken one alcoholic drink for the birthday toast, and would be driving us all home as well. It was well after midnight by the time that I dropped Maggie and the twins off, and got home with Emma and Gwen and unloaded the bags of birthday decorations, flowers and Emma's birthday presents that had been given to her that evening by Maggie and the girls. 




The Touch Ch. 36



After Emma had turned in, Gwen and I, totally exhausted by her happy babbling and enthusiastic double round of thank you hugs and kisses, sat at the kitchen table for a final mug of hot chocolate. 

I had carefully avoided telling her about taking Nikki to the railway station during the evening but obviously either Maggie or one of the twins had let the cat out of the bag because she asked me about it.

"It was fine," I assured her, "I actually quite like her, she was very nice, we talked about all sorts of stuff.... I think that she regrets that things are not better between her and Maggie, but she really loves having the twins to stay..... she invited me over as well..." I realised even as I said it that I had let my mouth run away with me again.

"HA! I knew it.... " Gwen snapped. She was half laughing and I knew that she teasing me... "I don't think it would be much of a holiday.... She would probably have you shagged legless by the second day!" 

My mouth was hanging open; it was so unlike Gwen to make that kind of remark however humorously it was intended. "Am I missing something here?" I asked. I knew that Nikki had been toying with me at the station but there was obviously something more that I was unaware of.

"I guess that Maggie didn't tell you, then?" she chuckled. I shook my head as she went on, "Nikki has a bit of a reputation as a man-eater.... especially young virile men.... always did have, even twenty years ago. Poor Robert had a terrible time trying to keep young male employees, Nikki would set her sights on them, shag them until she was bored with them after which they would almost always leave." 

"Wow....I reckon that she....." the look on her face stopped me saying anything further. I did not want to lie to Gwen and so did not want to provoke any questions I didn't want to answer. Her face already betrayed that she had probably guessed that Nikki had been flirting with me. 

"You DO know where she is going until Friday...don't you?" she asked archly. 

"Yes... visiting friends in London..."

"Oh dear, my poor innocent darling..." Gwen chuckled and gave me a soft warm kiss on the mouth. "Whenever she can get away from Dijon, Nikki comes over to London to spend a few days with her lover. He must be over sixty now but they have been having a secret affair for nigh on thirty years. He is married; of course, it has been an open secret for as long as I can remember." 

"I think that is all rather sad..." I said. "It speaks to me of a very lonely and unhappy woman." 

"Oh God, you are so sweet, Jamie my darling, but totally gullible when it comes to rapacious women," Gwen laughed and then said gently, "I guess that is one of the reasons that I love you so much. My caring son and my gentle lover." 

I flicked the light switch and plunged the kitchen into darkness and we clung to each other sharing a long passionate kiss our mouths and bodies melded together for a brief few stolen moments before we needed to part and go to our own separate beds.

"I don't care how tempting a free holiday in Dijon sounds, you just stay on this side of the channel," she chuckled as we parted outside her bedroom door. "Don't even think about sneaking off and make it so that Maggie and I need to come over to France to drag you out of her bed....OK?" 



It seemed as though Thursday was going to be a fairly normal sort of day, Emma and I were back at work, Gwen had driven off to Swindon as soon as we had finished breakfast and Maggie had taken the twins off somewhere for a mother and daughters day out, another epic shopping trip I guessed.

I had a couple of fairly routine planting out jobs to do in the morning and then went out with Steve in the lorry to deliver and erect a shed at a house on the A338 Downton Road. It was simple job and quickly completed and we were back at the garden centre by five o'clock. 

I noticed that Maggie's Range Rover was parked in the drive up by the house and guessed that they were home from their shopping trip. It reminded me of Lucinda's joke the night before... she probably had a point ... I guessed that I would not get much time for eating that evening and so showered and changed into a clean black t-shirt and jeans, left Emma to close up and rode my Vespa out to Dillon's Funky Chicken Burger Bar and treated myself to one of his extra large, succulent rare fillet steaks, with deep fried sliced potatoes and huge flat top mushrooms. High protein action food.

Emma had just closed up and I watched her Beetle disappearing down the main road as I turned into the back lane and let myself in by the side gate, just after half past six. Maggie's car was no longer at the house and so I figured that she had left to pick up Gwen to drive out to their meeting and the twins would be waiting for me. 

As I got to the top of the back lane I could see Lauren standing by the back door, she waved as I crunched across the gravel drive and then disappeared into the house leaving the door open for me. I closed and locked it, leaving the key in the inside of the lock, just in case, I didn't want Maggie coming home early and catching us... it was a delaying tactic which I hoped would not be necessary. There did not appear to be anybody downstairs and so I checked the front door and dropped the deadlock and then made my way up the stairs. 

All the doors on the upstairs landing were closed except one, Luci's room, I took a deep breath and stepped in... the twins were so totally unpredictable with a shared wicked sense of humour and they really loved teasing me; you never knew what to expect walking into a room where they were. 

The room looked almost exactly the same as the last time I was there in February. The walls were decorated with a couple of posters of ski scenes, I noticed that one was new and advertised Monêtier-Les-Bains in France; I guessed that it was the resort that Nikki had taken them to skiing earlier in the year. The room was neat and tidy, her shelves of records and books ordered and her desk clear of clutter. Her favourite teddy bear, Rollo, was sitting proudly in her small pink fabric boudoir chair. Of us all Luci had always been the most organised and orderly even when we were kids. Her single bed still had the same pale pink sheets and pillowcases and a matching duvet with little white embroidered flowers.

Luci was sitting up in the bed the flowered duvet cover pulled up to her chin so that her face appeared to be sitting on the top of a small fabric mountain, her silky light brown, honey coloured hair cascading around her face and over her shoulders.

I discreetly peered behind the open door. We were alone in the room, Lauren must have been elsewhere in the house, but I remembered the last time I had shagged Luci, in the guest room down the hall, and discovering that Lulu had been secretly watching our frantic fucking from a dark corner of the room, but this time we were definitely alone. 

Thinking about that fantastic night with both of the twins was already making me horny and I could feel my prick starting to stir in my jeans. Neither of us said a word. Luci allowed the duvet to slide down until she was exposed, totally naked sitting on the bed with her legs tucked beneath her. She tossed her head backwards so that her hair fanned out in a silky cloud around her face then brought her fingers up to her breasts gently caressing and squeezing her own pink and already swollen aureolas and nipples and then skimmed her hands slowly over her ribs and little round belly and then down her thighs moaning softly as her finger tips grazed the sensitive inside flesh the tip of her pink tongue darting across her lips. 

The vision of her small naked body would have been enough on it's own but knowing that she was naked for ME was the ultimate turn-on, she looked delicate and beautiful and totally wanton and my erection was incredibly hard and bursting to be released from my restricting jeans. 

"Come to bed," she purred softly.

I needed no further urging, my clothes were scattered in an untidy heap on the floor within seconds and I stepped towards the bed, my erection swinging massively before me. She made a little laughing sound deep in her throat and swung her legs around so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed and her sweet face was only inches from my upright prick. I felt her hands on my bare hips and then the heat of her lips as they nibbled their way gently over my glans and closed over the end of my prick causing it to throb as her mouth closed down over it and the tip of her tongue slid up the sensitive vein on the underside and probed at the eye of the snake. 

"Oh fuck, Luci!" I moaned, my hips making tiny involuntary thrusting movements. 

Her hand came up to grasp the root of my erection and squeeze causing it to pulse and then her fingers were moving up and down the shaft lightly as the hot wet tip of her tongue probed around the edge of my throbbing glans. My prick felt so swollen that I thought it was ready to burst and my head was tipped back as I moaned quietly to the ceiling in ecstasy as her mouth slid down to engulf half my length and the hot pressure became almost unbearable. 

She seemed to sense that I was shuddering toward the point of release and slowly moved her lips up and away with on small final kiss to the very tip of the pulsing glans. 

"Don't you dare cum yet... "she murmured huskily, "Not until you are inside me.... you know how I love to feel you shoot your hot sap into me!" She clasped her hands behind my neck and rolled back onto the bed drawing me over her.

I lowered my face to hers and our lips met in an urgent frantic kiss our mouths mashing and almost chewing at each other and our tongues thrusting and probing furiously. We eventually pulled away from each other panting and laughing with pure lust and I started to slide my body down over hers until my lips could reach her swollen erect little nipples. The hard little nubbins felt hot as I took each in turn between my lips and nibbled at them, moistening the nipple and aureola with the tip of my tongue and then sucking hard enough to make her gasp loudly with please.

"Oh God, Jamie.... Oh God that feels so good...."

Her hand pushed down between us and she grasped my erection again, tugging it towards her and I arched my back until the tip was sliding back and forth in the warm moistness of the juices filling her soft and open slit. I felt the tip touch and rub against her small well oiled clit and she almost immediately started to jerk beneath me her breath coming in hoarse gasping moans.

"Oh do it, Jamie .... For God's sake do it .... FUCK ME! Please fuck me!" she gasped against my ear. 

My hand joined hers around my prick and between us we guided it's quivering length, slithering down her engorged labia until it found the small tight entrance to her vagina. I could wait no longer and pushed down hard thrusting into her deeper and deeper until I could feel my glans hit bottom and my pubic bush and balls were suddenly coated with a massive flood of her hot juices. 

"Aaaaaaah! Oh fuck, YES!" she moaned and started to buck madly beneath me thrusting herself harder and harder onto my erection which felt rock hard and brutally large, each thrust accompanied by a loud moan which turned to shrieks as I responded, ramming into her with all the strength of my bunched leg muscles the base of my penis slamming against her exposed clit, my pubic hair quickly becoming soaked with her pussy juices. Her legs were locked around mine and I was gripping her shoulders brutally pulling us harder together as we gasped and moaned our way to mutual release which suddenly came to both of us at the same time. 

I felt the walls of her love tunnel suddenly contract and ripple around my shaft and her body went limp as she let out one final moan of ecstasy as I shuddered to my own climax pumping my jiz deep inside her in what seemed to be a never ending series of hot streams. 

I collapsed heavily on top of her and we lay that way unmoving, still locked together our arms tight around each other and my half rigid prick buried deep inside her for several long minutes. 

I think that I was starting to doze when I was brought abruptly back to reality as her sharp little teeth closed playfully on the lobe of my ear. "Don't you dare fall asleep.... We haven't time for that tonight...." She whispered. She brought her hands up to press lightly against my chest, "God, but you are heavy, Jimbo... " She laughed, "I shall have tits like pancakes if you don't move soon..."

I rolled over and she snuggled up against me hooking her cigarette case and lighter from the bedside locker and lighting one for us to share. Suddenly she dipped her head and sank her teeth, none to gently into my shoulder muscle, I jerked more with surprise than pain.

"Ouch! Oh shit, Luci.... What was that for?" 

"That was for shagging Lulu before me .... Our agreement was that I should get to fuck you first this time..."

"How the hell was I supposed to know that!" I chuckled, "I didn't even know about this...this... pact or whatever you call it, until a couple of nights ago..... and I'm not sure that I am really comfortable with it..."

"Tough! You are in it now Jimbo, like it or not.... And don't tell me that you don't like fucking with Lulu and me, because I won't believe you." 

"Of course I do," I grinned, "It's just that I haven't got my head around this sharing business..."

"Simple, we have formed our own little ménage a trios with you as a sort of part time member," she giggled. "When Lulu and I are alone we are a couple.... But when we are with you we are a threesome... we all get to shag each other.... there you see it's simple." 

"You belong to us now, Rambo... forever, so you had better get used to it." A disembodied voice added from somewhere behind me. 

I jerked my head around. Lauren was standing in the doorway wearing a short scarlet silk kimono style robe with gold edging. The garment was hanging open at the front and although it just managed to cover her nipples it exposed a small half moon of deep pink aureola and even though her thighs were together I could see the shadowy indentation of her smooth little pussy. Even though I had only just made love to Luci she was so beautiful and enticing that I wanted her in the worst possible way and could feel the beginning of an erection starting to stir my half limp prick again.

"God, but you two are noisy," she giggled, "I reckon that the whole of Wiltshire knows that you got laid tonight... all that grunting and screaming!"

She came into the room the kimono dropping to the floor as she shrugged it from her shoulders. I lay there just looking at her for a moment. Luci and Lulu were identical twins and although most people still had trouble telling them apart, I never had that problem, I had always been able to see not only their totally different personalities but also the little physical differences that made them distinct individuals. They were the same height; with almost identical figures although I think that Lauren's breasts were possibly a cup size larger and Luci's thighs just slightly slimmer.

"Move over," she requested, "We don't have time to get one of the double bedrooms cleaned up before Mummy gets home, so we will just have to stay in here."

It was a tight fit with all three of us in that single bed but the twins were quite tiny and it was fun having to cling to each other to stop from falling out of bed whenever one of us turned over, it led to a lot of giggling and wriggling about which inevitably also led to a lot of touching and kissing and fondling. 

It was a totally erotic experience lying beside Luci and Lulu whilst they made love to each other; my outstretched arm beneath Luci's neck and one leg hooked over their entwined thighs, my spare hand stroking and caressing Lulu's back and buttocks. Each of our faces was no more than a few inches from the others so that it was quite natural that we shared a three way kiss each of us moving fluidly from one to the other, my tongue mingling with Lulu's and then Luci's mouth was locked onto mine and finally I breathlessly watched as the twins shared as deep a passionate kiss as either had shared with me. 

We lay in an incredibly entwined heap each of us wrapped around the other two so that at times I was not sure if my lips were on Lulu's breast or if it was Luci's swollen nipple that my tongue was caressing. All three of us were giggling and moaning as our hands explored each others bodies, I could never be certain whose tiny hand was wrapped around my erection but strangely I always knew which of those twin pussies my fingers were exploring sometimes sharing that pleasure with another tiny feminine hand. Our languid lovemaking seemed to go on for ever but it was Luci who finally let out a loud gasp.

"Oh God, Yes! Harder, Lulu....harder.... let me cum...now!" We all instinctively clutched and hugged each other tighter as her sister brought her to a shuddering screaming climax. 

My erection felt enormous and swollen and I was trembling with my need to release. I guess it was a forgone conclusion that I would end up fucking with Lulu but even as she pulled me over on top of her, Luci wormed her way into the side of us and by turning my head slightly to the side I could share kisses alternatively with both of them. Even though I had moved over her and settled between her open thighs we continued to share that three way embrace and my seeking fingers found not only Lulu's waiting moist pussy but Luci's mobile fingers caressing and rubbing at her sister's little hard nubbin of a clit. 

It was Luci's hand that curled around my prick and drew it down the hot open lips of Lulu's swollen labia to the moist entrance to her most secret part.

"Oh yes!" she moaned from beneath me, "Yes, fuck me Jimbo.... Make him fuck me Luci... please, PLEASE!" I could feel her quivering beneath me as she raced towards one of her wild and uncontrollable orgasms. 

I felt her hand wriggle between us until they were jointly guiding my prick into the mouth of her vagina, it was hot and wet and I thrust slowly forward, entering her an inch at a time, I wanted to be inside her but I also wanted that moment to last and then her pussy was pulsating around the tip of my shaft as though her vagina was a pressurised tube of soft flesh clasping and unclasping around my dick.

"Ooooooooh fuck, I'm cumming, Jimbo... I'm cumming!" she shrieked. She was writhing and shuddering beneath me and I pushed into her as far as I could go, my throbbing prick felt as though it was buried deep into a hot morass of molten honey. We laid there, locked together our legs tightly entwined my erection filling her and our lips pressed against each other in a deep wet passionate kiss. 

"Make it happen again.... Please.... Don't stop!" she breathed by my ear, her breath hot and her voice husky with lust. No girl I had ever met could get there as quickly or willingly as my cousin Lulu, her fucking was totally abandoned and beautiful and I had often pondered on how many times I could help her achieve orgasm given a comfortable bed and infinite time, before one of us was totally exhausted and resolved to conduct that experiment one day soon. 

I started to move within her, plunging firmly forward, each stroke being met by an upwards thrust until we were heaving up from the mattress with every penetration, both of us gasping and moaning. Then suddenly a great weigh descended onto my back, pressing us even closer together and slamming down onto my buttocks ramming my prick even harder into Lulu's roiling tunnel. I felt an extra pair of legs wrap around mine and the warm softness of Luci's breasts pressed against my back. There was a hot, damp warmth at the base of my spine where Luci's pussy was pressed against me as she rode the pair of us like a two backed pony. 




The Touch Ch. 37



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

This chapter may seem to ramble even more than usual as it was originally several very short parts which have been combined into a single chapter. 

Chapter 37: King of the Castle

Friday turned out to be pretty hectic. With both Maggie and Emma leaving for France on Sunday there was a lot that needed to be sorted out before they went. I spent most of the morning in the office as Emma wanted to make sure that Tayler and I were fully conversant with the administration, cashiers and payroll duties that we would be sharing whilst she was away. 

Tayler was proving to be worth her considerable weight in gold, she was a fully qualified book keeper and a quick study, had picked up the garden centre routine almost instantly and was perfectly happy to stay in the main office all day, dealing with the admin tasks and answering the telephones. She and Emma worked well together and had become firm friends and Emma had given Maggie and I glowing reports as to her efficiency. She was popular with the other members of staff, but was a little bit nervous about meeting customers face to face however, that was not really part of her daily duties and presented no issues. She had offered to work through without a day off whilst Emma was away; an offer which I was more than pleased to accept but I had insisted that she had Saturday off to compensate.

I had initially thought that Tayler was a bit odd, she was twenty-two, seriously overweight, with bright green, short cropped hair, and dressed like a punk, with quite a lot of facial piercing but seldom wore much of her flamboyant jewellery at work. She was absolutely brilliant at accounts work with a wicked sense of humour which appealed to my own warped idea of what was funny. 

She got on with the boys because she could match them pint for pint in the pub and still stay sober and could thrash all of them except for Steve at snooker or pool, and the girls found her comfortably non-competitive as she was proud of being gay. As far as I knew she did not have a current partner and lived at home with her parents and seemed perfectly content with that arrangement. I liked her a lot. 

Maggie had been out with Kitty and Colin for most of the morning touring the larger jobs that they would be working on for the next week or so and making sure that they were happy with their assignments and had everything that they needed. With both Maggie and Emma away I would probably be unable to put much time in on the outside work although Colin and Kitty really needed very little supervision; I was happy that Taylor could run the office without any problems and Jack was as solid as a rock and capable of dealing with any other issue that might arise at the garden centre. 

We had agreed to meet when she got back and go over any last minute issues that she wanted to hand off to me. I poured us some coffees and we sat together on the couch in our office whilst she updated me on things that I needed to know. We talked every day and so there were seldom any work matters that were not totally shared between us but the truth was that I wanted to spend a little time alone with Maggie before she left for France. 

It was Friday and Gwen and Maggie were planning to have their regular 'twins night out' as usual, Maggie was out for the day with the twins on Saturday, they would all be driving down to Dover in the early hours Sunday morning and so this was my last opportunity to spend an hour or so with her so I was just going to make the most of sitting close to her on the couch, feeling the warmth of her thigh against mine and sharing silly small jokes about silly small things.

"One final task to do and then I will take you over to the pub and buy you that lunch I promised you," Maggie said. She got up and went to her desk for a large envelope, and the big office desk diary, refilled our coffee mugs and then sat down again. "We need to sort out the ticket allocations and times out for the RHS Chelsea Flower Show at the end of the month."

The Royal Horticultural Society, Chelsea Flower Show was the premier horticultural event of the British gardener's calendar and was held annually at the end of May or early June, that year it was to be the week that Maggie returned from France. Maggie always went up to London for the last three days and in previous years, I had also made the trip on the final Saturday and Jack usually took a couple of days out to attend as well.

This year with the re-launch of the garden centre Maggie and I had decided to buy the expensive tickets for any of the staff that wanted to go to the show and we would both go up on the Thursday and stay through the Saturday. Most of the full time staff had shown an interest and we needed to sort out which day each could be released to attend and still leave us sufficient cover for the daily business.

Emma had traded off going to Chelsea as she had asked for a weeks holiday later in August to go with Philippa and Janice to the Burghley Horse Trials, and so would be 'duty manager' in charge with both Maggie and I away, but it still took us a good hour to match everyone to the tickets and days. At the end we had three spares; two of which we both agreed we could offer to the new members of staff Benson and Libby who were starting at the week-end. 

We had decided that we would pay for all the staff entry tickets and count the trip as a paid working day as a little thank you gesture for all the extra hard work that the whole team had put in that year. Everybody was thrilled with that offer and I was seriously looking forward to those three days with in London with Maggie. She had already booked us two rooms at the Draycott Hotel, which was the hotel that she used every year and was close to Sloane Square and within walking distance of the Royal Hospital where the exhibition was centred. 

"I am really looking forward to the trip... it is going to be a lot of fun..." I told her as we finished making the diary entries. In actual fact most of the days were going to be hard work as we would be spending a lot of time checking out the trade stands and looking for new hybrids and varieties of plants to add to our range at the garden centre. We had already put together a shopping list of products to look for and Jack had been given a budget to use as he pleased on acquiring new strains of plants for the next year.

"There had better be some fun involved," Maggie laughed, "Don't forget that you still owe me a special date.... I am still one down, you know." It had been a running tease between us since I took Gwen to London for the week-end to the ballet. 

"Yeah, I'm working on it...." I chuckled, "There are several good burger bars near-by and I think there is even a Kentucky Chicken take-away."

I put my arms over my head and rolled into a ball on the couch as she started to pummel me furiously with a rolled up magazine, both of us laughing and squealing. In fact, I had already taken care of my special treat for Maggie; Gwen and I had got together secretly to arrange a couple of things for the evenings that we were in London, but I wasn't going to spoil the surprise by telling her before we got there. 

As usual, we were still messing about when Emma put her head around the office door.

"Bloody hell, are you two pissing about again, "She laughed, "Am I the only one who ever does any work around here."

We were both still giggling stupidly but tried to put on serious faces.

"I have just had Aunt Nikki on the telephone for you Jay," she announced. "Her train will be getting into Salisbury about 4:30 and she wanted you to collect her...." 

I felt a cold chill grip my balls and glanced across at Maggie, she was grinning mischievously and raised an eyebrow. I really did not want to put myself in Nikki's path, not because I didn't like her but because I did. When it came to sex and women my dick was the senior partner and my brain tended to take a rear seat and I knew that if Nikki seriously came on to me I would probably not be able to resist her for long. Spending time with Nikki would be fun and I knew that shagging with her would probably be fantastic if it got that far however unlikely, but my brain told me that afterwards I would feel terribly disloyal to Maggie whom I adored; I would seriously piss off Gwen who I genuinely loved more than anything in the world and I would be giving Nikki a rod to beat Maggie with if she so chose.

My face must have indicated my feelings because Maggie came to my rescue. "I will go and fetch her," she said.

"No need," Emma smiled, "It is already taken care of.... My friend Monique is going to be arriving by train from Winchester for our girl's night out, about the same time and so I have arranged to pick them both up. I will drop Aunt Nikki off and then take Monique home to our house, and then come back to work..."

"That is great, Emms," I grinned in relief, I think that Maggie was relieved as well. "I owe you one for that so just take the rest of the afternoon off... Tayler and I can cover... get ready for your night out, OK?"

A little bit later Maggie and I sat in the bar of the pub finishing off the half-pints of Guinness we had enjoyed with our steak and kidney pies.

"Thanks Maggie," I said, "For offering to collect Nikki from the station....."

"Your mother told me last night that Nikki had you running scared...." She chuckled, "But it is Emma you should thank, she rescued us both." 

"I hope that things aren't going to be too awful between you and Nikki next week."

"Oh she isn't really that bad...." She smiled, "We can usually manage a truce for the time I am there with the girls... I think that things were especially stressful on Tuesday it being the first time that she had been inside Robert's house... he designed and built it you know... well, since the funeral." She smiled sadly, "I guess it brought back bad memories for both of us."

We were sitting side by side on one of the wooden settle seats and it wasn't until I went to put my arm around her in a gesture of comfort that I realised we were lightly holding hands. It had been a sub-conscious action and I don't think that either of us had realised we were doing it. I wasn't in a hurry to move and left my hand curled around hers until we got up to leave. 

"Anyway, I have got a trip to London with my sexy nephew to look forward to when I return..." she laughed, squeezing my arm as we left the pub and walked across the road back to the garden centre. "So just stay away from Nikki tonight, I want you all in one piece. Have you decided where you are going to take me for our special evening out, yet? I need to know what to bring to wear."

"Hmmmm.... Just your birthday suit," I teased, "Does the hotel have a swimming pool ... you and I have unfinished business......!" 

She chased me giggling across the car park and up the stairs to the office. 

"Oh God," Emma groaned looking up from her desk. "It's worse than trying to work in a school playground with you two idiots!" 

She was probably right but I didn't care, I was idiotically happy. Oddly, I think that Maggie was happy as well. 

I was just doing my final rounds, making sure that all customers were off the premises before locking up when I heard the familiar scrunch of gravel as a vehicle pulled into the car park. 

"Oh, bugger!" I muttered beneath my breath and started towards the front of the compound, I really didn't want a last minute customer who would maybe hang about for ages. There was only one car so it must belong to the newcomer. Everybody else had gone home but Mikey was standing by the main gate and so I shouted across to him, "It's OK, just lock up and go I will look after the customer..." 

"It isn't a...." he started and then just waved and went off towards the bicycle racks. 

The customer had got out of their car, a small dark red 1970's Fiat 126, and was leaning against it with her arms folded on the roof. I didn't recognise her immediately but as I walked over I realised that it was Joanna Robbins. I had not seen her since she and Debbie went back to Cardiff University after the Christmas recess. She had still had her broken leg in plaster then. 

We both waved and smiled at the same time and she stepped around the car towards me, the leg was obviously healed as the cast was gone.

"Hi Jo... what are you doing here?" I asked and swept her up so that her feet were dangling above the ground. 

"Right now? Right now I'm trying to draw some air into my lungs...put me down you great lump.." she laughed. 

"OK," I lowered her back to earth, "It's really great to see you Jo, and so what ARE you doing here? Are you going out with Emma tonight?" I knew that both Joanna and Debbie had sent her birthday cards.

"Oh no, I was just passing and thought that I would drop in and say hello..... but you are closing up... so I won't stop... " she said quietly. She was smiling but something about her eyes told me that there was more to her visit than just passing.

"No... no... don't go... stay for as long as you want," I said quickly, "Come into the office and I'll make you a cup of tea. You haven't seen the new offices and the restaurant since they were completed, have you?"

"No, I can't stop, I really DO have to be somewhere shortly," she replied. 

"So what about later.... Can you meet me for a drink.... I haven't got food in for tonight yet, I could buy you dinner somewhere." 

She walked back around the car and opened the door and then smiled at me across the roof. "Yes, that would be great, how about we meet at the Berni Inn...say about eight?"

"You will be there, won't you?" I was starting to feel a bit concerned, nothing she had said, just a gut feeling.

"Yes, I'll be there. See you at eight then." She got into the driver seat and reversed around and then drove up to the main gate. I walked alongside and let her out onto the road and then locked up again. Whatever was upsetting Joanna I would find out later but meanwhile she had solved an issue for me... everybody else was out for the evening the girls were clubbing in Salisbury, Maggie and Gwen were going to the cinema which left Nikki and myself as loose ends; at least I now had a truthful reason for not keeping her company.

I decided that I would leave the moped at the garden centre and take the Land Rover for the evening, I didn't know if the car Joanna was driving was hers or just borrowed and I knew from experience that it was a pain in the arse getting a cab back from her mother's place as they had no telephone. 

When I got home the drive was already full of cars. Naturally I recognised the twin's Polo and Emma's Beetle but there were two other cars that I did not know plus the Land Rover from Shelby's Riding stables and Kitty's motorbike. Inside the house was a veritable cyclone of female frenzy as Emma and her friends prepared to go out for the evening. 

Most of the girls were in the sitting room ready to go into town; as well as Lauren and Luci, Emma had invited Kitty and Tayler from work, Janice, two other girls that I did not recognise, probably old school or college friends and another girl who looked familiar and I recognised as Monique Camilleri, the girl who had arrived by train that afternoon. 

I vaguely remembered her as one of the bevy of girls that Emma hung out with in her early teens along with Janice Copman and like Jan she had blossomed into an attractive young woman. She had a pretty face framed by a mass of long almost raven black hair, a southern European complexion, and a rounded, shapely figure, in tight fitting white jeans and a loose sequinned t-shirt gathered at the waist with a wide black suede belt emphasising her full breasts. I hazily remembered that her family were Italian or something, they had moved to Winchester after she had finished school in Salisbury.

She gave me a big sexy smile and came over to speak. "Hello Jamie, I bet you don't remember me...do you?" she purred. 

"Oh yes I do..." I retorted, "But the last time we met you were about fourteen as I recall, you were in your tennis whites and going with Emma to play tennis at the recreation grounds." 

"Wow! You have a fantastic memory." She smiled. My fantastic memory was probably triggered by recalling that she had a fantastic arse, even as a school girl, in those frilly tennis knickers and micro short skirt. "I still play tennis.... My father built me a tennis court at home; you used to be a good player you must come down to Winchester some time.."

"Yes, maybe I will." I said. She still had a fantastic arse and I watched it in those tight white jeans as she walked back to join the others. 

Janice came over and gave me a hug. "Do I need to be jealous of Mona?" she grinned. 

"No... not at all..." I lied.

"Have you done anything about Emma yet?" she asked in a whisper, "She does seem a lot less frustrated..... er, less virginal."

"Shhhhhh!" I hissed and quickly glanced around to see who might be eaves dropping. I knew that she was deliberately teasing me and drew her over towards the others hoping that their proximity would restrict her fun.

"You need to show me which is your bedroom..." she whispered conspiratorially, as she moved away "You DO know that we are all staying for a sleep-over tonight when we get back from town...don't you?" I hadn't known until that point and to be honest the prospect was totally terrifying... I could lock my door for privacy, that was not a problem but I knew just how much noise, shrieking, laughing and giggling teenage girls could make, it would be like trying to sleep in an aviary with a cat on the loose. 

I hadn't realised that Gwen had moved up to stand behind me until I felt her arm slip around my waist. "Don't worry my darling," she said comfortingly, suddenly she was my mother again, reassuring her son. "Emma has strict instructions to keep them all in her bedroom and the two spare rooms and to stay out of my room and yours." I think I was just standing there a bit dazed, "I shall be staying at Maggie's for the night... you could always stay there... " 

"Yes, OK maybe I will."

"Then again you may be safer here with this lot than with Nikki...." She chuckled. Once again I was the only man amongst a gaggle of women and they all seemed to have the single purpose in life of teasing me or winding me up and I was powerless to stop them. 

"Oh shit! I'm going out for the evening anyway.... I think I will just go back to work and sleep on the couch in the staff room at the garden centre, I've done it before." 

By the time that Gwen and Maggie had left for the cinema and Emma and her friends had piled into their cars and taken off I just had time to shower and change before going to meet Joanna. I pulled on a clean pair of biscuit coloured chinos, a black shirt and my beige linen jacket, and then drove the Land Rover into town.

Joanna was waiting for me just inside the doors of the Berni Inn. I thought that she looked good she was wearing the same outfit that she had on earlier, a plum coloured mini skirt, with dark green opaque tights which matched the colour of her cotton cowl neck top. She always managed to look smart; she was short and very slim with small breasts, I thought that she had put on a little weight around the hips and buttocks but her legs were still fantastic, really shapely, one of her best features. She had changed her hair style and her dark brown hair was cut in a short page boy bob which actually suited her and made her look very mature. 

"There were a lot of people waiting and so I have already added us to the table list, we should get seated very soon," she said after giving me a welcome hug. That was Joanna, always terribly efficient and organised; I guessed that it fitted well with her choice of law as a career.




The Touch Ch. 37



We were seated almost immediately and once the waitress had taken our order she seemed to relax a little although she was still not really offering up any line of conversation other than exchanging compliments on how well we both looked.

"So what are you doing home.... Are you staying with your mother?" I finally opened. 

"Oh God, Jamie... you don't know... do you?" Her face took on an anxious expression, "Mum died three weeks ago....her funeral was last week..."

"Bloody hell, Jo... I am so, so, sorry... I really didn't know... what...?"

"It was a stroke, followed by an aneurism, the milkman found her on the floor of her kitchen after she hadn't taken the milk in for several days. By the time Debbie had driven me down from Cardiff she was in a coma and never recovered."

The waitress brought our wine, a half bottle of Portuguese Mateus Rose, and Jo paused until she left again.

"So what is happening now? Are you living at your mother's bungalow? Are you going back to Cardiff?" I stopped and held up my hand. "Sorry, too many questions... are you OK? That is the only one that really matters."

She smiled and took a sip of her wine. "Firstly, yes, I'm OK.... You know Mum and I were never that close, my Mum ceased to be there when I was ten, after the nervous breakdown, that alcoholic woman was just a stranger wearing my mother's body." 

Debbie had explained to me once that Mrs. Robbins had been a school teacher, until about ten years ago when she had a nervous breakdown. After a while her husband left and then divorced her, and she had drifted into alcoholism. Joanna had virtually had to bring herself up and as a teenager had spent more time with Debbie and her parents than with her own mother. Everybody considered it a miracle that she had managed to excel at school and win a good place to read law and languages at Cardiff University.

"Secondly," she continued, "Mum's bungalow was only rented, that is where I have been this evening, handing the keys back to the landlord. Uncle David has been brilliant, he and Auntie Jane organised everything, the funeral, clearing the bungalow, dealing with the insurance; at least Mum had continued to pay her life insurance, which covered the cost of the funeral."

David and Jane Fowler were Debbie's parents who had moved from Salisbury to Maidenhead a couple of years ago. Joanna had often said that they were like a second family and treated her more like an adopted daughter than just their own daughter's friend. 

"I have been staying with the Fowlers whilst everything was sorted out but I am going back to Cardiff tomorrow, Debbie went back a few days ago."

Our meals arrived and we set to with a gusto, I guess we were pretty famished. We had both ordered the duck with orange sauce, garden peas and a jacket baked potato followed by ice cream for Joanna and a slice of apple pie with custard for me.

"So how is Debbie?" I asked. It was a bit odd that she hadn't telephoned me for a while but then I guessed her course work kept her busy. Debbie and I had a good relationship, good friends with benefits, we enjoyed shagging each other but there were no commitments it was just pure fun. 

Joanna had started to look happier and more cheerful but now a shadow passed across her face again. "I reckon that you don't know about Debbie either?" she started warily.

"What? Debbie is OK isn't she?"

"Oh yes, she is fine.... It's just... well, she has met this guy at Uni... they are very into each other ...." She studied my face looking for some sign that the news were hurtful I guess. "I told her she should call you and tell you ... you aren't upset are you?"

"Hell no," I laughed, "I love Debbie dearly...as a mate... we have had some real fun together but if she has found somebody she is happy with then I think that is great... tell her I am happy for her." I really meant it; Debbie was a great girl but we were never going to be anything but friends. 

Jo looked relieved. "That's good, you will like Greg when you meet him. He is a sociology student the same as Debbie... he is nice... your sort of guy.... plays rugby."

"So are you two still sharing digs?" 

"For the time being, at least...yes." She replied. "When we return after the summer break I guess it depends on whether Debbie and Greg want to move in together.... I am not sure that Uncle David is very keen on the idea, but Debbie is all grown up now.... I will just find a place on my own."

"Does that mean you are still unattached then?"

"No change there. Three degree courses do not leave much time for anything else." Joanna was very ambitious and terribly focused.

"You know there will still be a holiday job for you at the garden centre through the summer if you want it," I told her, "if you intend coming back to Salisbury that is."

"Thanks Jamie, you are a real friend... but I am off to Germany in a few days as an exchange student." German was one of Joanna's degree courses, along with Russian and British Law. "Then I shall try to get a job in London with a law firm as a legal assistant during the summer.... I need the experience as well as the money."

I had settled the bill and we had taken our coffees and found seats in the bar. "So are you going to be able to manage alright?" I didn't believe that anything would have changed much for Jo financially; her mother had never been able to contribute to her costs at university. "If you need help.....?"

"Thanks Jamie, but I am OK.... Really," she leaned over and gave me an affectionate kiss on the cheek. "Mum had a couple of thousand in her bank account and I have my grant... I will manage." She broke into a big smile, "Besides, I don't think that I am ready to become your kept woman.... not just yet." She chuckled, "Anyway, I'm two years older than you....wait until I am a well paid barrister and you can be my toy-boy."

We had finished our drinks and were leaving the building when I turned to her. "Have you got a car? I've brought the Land Rover into town, I wasn't sure if that car was yours or not...."

"Oh yes," she laughed, "The car.... It was Mum's car, I didn't even know that she still had it until we found the keys to a lock-up garage when we were clearing the house. It was a miracle that it still worked; Auntie Jane taxed and insured it for me... so at least I'm mobile." For moment she looked sad again. "There was nothing else at the bungalow that I wanted to keep that couldn't be carried away in a couple of bags, I guess that my new home is with Aunt Jane and Uncle David...they have said that I can have my room with them for as long as I need it."

I had followed her around the corner to where her car was parked on the opposite side of the road to mine. "So where are you staying tonight?"

"At Uncle David's caravan.... You know, where you and Debbie...." She grinned. Debbie and I had made good use of the big bed in that mobile home last winter. "Debs and I have been staying there whilst we cleaned up the bungalow."

"Will you be OK? If you don't want to be alone...." I started.

She burst out laughing and reached up to give me a kiss, her lips pressed against mine and held there for several seconds and I felt the tip of her tongue gently probing and then her mouth was soft and yielding and the kiss became full on. 

"Are you offering me a sympathy shag?" she giggled.

"Yes, er no... I mean... just company...." I mumbled. "I wasn't trying to ...."

"I said once that we don't have to fuck every time we see each other, but.... this is one of the times when we do...OK!" She opened the car door and got in then leaned out of the window, "I am going back to the caravan... to bed... if you don't follow me I shall never speak to you again, Jamie Riley!" She started up and turned out into the road and away.

I followed.

The last time that I was at the caravan park was just after Christmas, most of the site had been closed up and none of the static vans near to the Fowler's were occupied; a good thing as Debbie was a seriously noisy shag. This time as I parked by the side of the caravan I noticed that the lighting was on along the pathways and quite a lot of the vans had lighted windows; I could see a couple of men walking dogs at the far side of the field.

Joanna's car was already there and she opened the door as I approached and closed it behind me. "I haven't even tried to make coffees," she laughed, "The kettle never gets to boil before you drag me off to ravish me.... but I've got this!" She held up a bottle of red wine, it was actually quite a decent Medoc. Jo never used to drink very much but I approved of her choice.

The interior of the caravan was much as I remembered it except that the large double bed that Debbie used in the main room was folded away, and I guessed that Joanna was using the smaller cabin which had been hers during the winter holidays when she was living there with Debbie. The door was open and I could see the bed with a folded back duvet and her red silk Chinese design dressing gown draped over the end. 

Joanna reached a couple of sensibly stable looking tumblers from an overhead cupboard and started towards the bedroom. "Come on.... It's time for you to show me some of that sympathy..." she chuckled. I kicked off my shoes and followed her. 

There was very little room at the side and end of the bed but we weren't proposing holding a dance... within seconds our clothes were in a heap on the floor and we were standing at the side of the bed our mouths together, our tongues writhing and our hands sweeping over each others naked bodies, my prick was a rigid staff trapped between us as our hips gyrated and our loins humped urgently at each other. 

My hands found her small breasts and my fingers squeezed and tugged the tiny nipples into firm pink buttons until both were standing erect; then roamed over her belly and down to cover her pussy, the heel of my hand gently rubbing and caressing her Mound of Venus and drawing the tip of my finger lightly up and down her pussy lips without penetrating. My finger tip sought and found her small, swollen clitoris, and she gasped loudly as I rubbed it gently, the little ball already floating in a sea of her warm juices which were starting to make my fingers slick. 

"Sympathy...NOW!" she moaned against my throat and drew me down onto the bed to lay beside her, her lips gently nibbling at my throat and chest. 

Joanna's urgency was infecting me and my single thought was to be inside her as quickly as possible. I manoeuvred myself over her until I was between her wide open thighs and felt her legs wrap around me, her heels locked around my thighs and tugging me towards her waiting pussy. Then her hand was between us and her delicate fingers were drawing my prick towards the warmth that I could feel from her pussy and I gasped as the gentle squeezing pressure of her fingers made my erection even harder and the glans throb with the need to release. Then I was pushing into the hot, tight entrance to her vagina and I lowered my whole body weight down onto her small body and thrust slowly forward until I felt my whole length inside her moist, receptive love tunnel. 

"Oh yes. Oh God yes!" She whispered and locked her legs even more firmly around mine and started to gently move beneath me, each tiny thrust causing her tight pussy to squeeze my prick causing the glans to throb and urging me closer and closer to eruption. We lay there our bodies entwined slowly and gently humping at each other for a long time our mouths locked together, our tongues imitating the thrusting of our bodies. 

Suddenly she pulled her mouth away from mine and thrust her fingers deep into my hair, her breath was coming in deep gasps, "Oh God... it won't stop... "she moaned, "please, make it stop....!" Her hand moved down my back and I felt them grasp and squeeze my buttocks and her slender legs were jerking and twitching. Her vagina was gripping my rock hard prick like a velvet vice the walls throbbing with a steady pulse that was pumping me towards climax.

We were laying very still except for her spasms, my erection rammed deep inside her. I needed to release, I could feel my jiz trying to force its way up my prick but held back by the tightness of her vagina's grip around me. I started to draw back a bit.

"Oh fuck, NO! NO! NO!" She moaned, "Don't move it...leave it there... "

Then suddenly, like a dam bursting something seemed to give inside her and my prick was flooded with hot fluid and she bucked beneath me, hard, almost expelling me from inside her.

"Aaaaaaah! Oh My God," Her hand came up to cradle her temples, "Oh fuck.... My head... What have you done....?" Tears were running down her cheeks and her eyes were rolled up and she was panting like a marathon runner. 

My balls, my pubes and thighs were all soaked with her cum and the bed beneath us was a soggy puddle. I had only experienced female ejaculation once before but I guessed from her reaction that for Joanna this was the first time it had happened. 

I pushed back into her. It took only a single thrust and I was adding my cum to the river of fluid as I jacked into her in long hard streams. We both collapsed limply my prick sliding out of her spilling the last drops of my jiz onto her already soaked belly. 

We lay there locked together, sticky with our combined juices, it seemed to be a regular feature of shagging with Joanna that we got each other in a wet sticky mess. 

After a while her panting stopped and her eyes focused on mine. "Oh bloody hell, Jamie... what was that?" She gasped. "I've never had an orgasm that intense, my whole body seemed to be throbbing and I thought my head was going to explode." Her face split with a wide happy smile, "That was so awesome!"

I climb up to kneel on the bed and got the bottle of wine and the tumblers from the bedhead shelf and pour one for each of us.

"Shit Jamie! Look what you have done to the bed..." she exclaimed as she suddenly realised the mess that both of us and the bed were in. 

I just laughed and handed her a glass of wine, "Not me." I said simply and pointed to her in silent condemnation. 

"Oh God.... Did I do that.... really?" She seemed genuinely, totally surprised. "Did I really...er.... what do they call it? Ejaculate... er.... squirt." 

"Yes, you really did. Everywhere." I chuckled. 

We finished our glasses of wine and then each took a shower, separately, there really was not room for two of us in that tiny shower compartment at the same time and then I sat and smoked a cigarette in the main room whilst she changed the bedding and replaced the bottom sheet with a couple of thick bath towels.

"Just in case," she giggled, "Now come back to bed.... I need more sympathy.... Lots more sympathy."

When her alarm clock went off at six the next morning we both struggled to surface from a sleep brought on from sheer exhaustion. I hadn't conceived that anybody could need so much sympathy, so often and for so long. But Jo had! 

Joanna used the bathroom first whilst I made coffee and tea and then I, in turn, showered and dressed. She packed the sheets and towels into a blue plastic laundry service bag which she would drop off at the site office on the way out. 

We stood by her car to say good bye and shared a final deep kiss. "I will telephone you sometime next week before I go to Germany," she said and then stepped up close and put her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder. "Thank you, Jamie... for being there when I needed you..."

"That's what friends are for," I grinned. 

"Come over to Cardiff to visit me in the autumn," she said leaning out of her car window for a final kiss, "if I move into new digs on my own, I shall be lonely and need lots of sympathy..." 

No one else had arrived when I got back to the garden centre and there was no sign of movement at Maggie's house. Nobody would know that I hadn't spent the night on the staff room couch and I didn't think that anybody was likely to ask.

I had shared sex with five different women in the last week and I felt great about it. I remembered something that a well known gourmet had once said, "Eating makes you hungry" to explain why he was always ready for another meal... I thought that sex was very similar, the more you had, the more you wanted, and I still had a good appetite. 

Saturday turned out to be out of those really unseasonably hot Spring Days that you sometimes get about the middle of May and which makes you cross your fingers and wish for a continuance of the good weather through the coming summer months. 

Gwen and Maggie had taken Nicci and the three girls over to Bath on a final shopping trip before going to France and I spent the day at the garden centre minding the telephone and generally pottering about mingling with customers and trying to keep the deliveries diary up to date. The warm and sunny weather had provoked a major rush of customers who wanted to get working in their gardens over the week-end and prompted many more to think about their gardening needs for the coming summer months. 

The two new staff members, Benson and Libby had started work that day and both proved to be excellent with the customers. I had teamed Benson up with Kitty for the day and Libby spent the morning with me and the afternoon with Mikey. Between us we managed to sell five substantially priced greenhouses, a whole raft of plastic water butts and several of the new green plastic conical composters which were proving very popular and had many benefits over the old fashioned galvanised steel compost bins; as well as a significant volume of plants, shrubs and trees of all varieties. 

"I suppose that you expect me to work all bloody day on Sunday to get another five hundred plants into pots and trays for Monday... don't you?" Jack had grumbled when I visited the greenhouses in the afternoon.

"Of course not... Sunday is your day off... besides, it would have been Maggie's turn to do the week-end watering this week...so I shall be doing it instead." I knew he was just playing the grumpy yokel.

"Well bugger you... I goin' to come in and do it anyway.... An' I don't want payin' no overtime either.... " He growled, but I could hear the laughter bubbling beneath the surface of his words. "That way you gets to feel guilty....an' I gets a day away from the missus... so there!" He stumped off whistling cheerfully. I knew that he would rather be in his greenhouses than anywhere... I would pay him double time for coming in on Sunday, although he really would have done it for free if I had let him. 

As we had so many large orders stacked up Steve had volunteered to take Mikey and make a round of early evening deliveries with the lorry before leaving off, so that customers could have their plants and equipment for Sunday, which was a real bonus for everybody. That day convinced me more than ever of the very real commitment and loyalty of the whole work force. 

Benson, the new guy, was shortish about 5' 7", and rather chubby looking, which was deceptive as up close you immediately realised that a lot of that chub was actually muscle and he was very strong, able to lift sacks of compost and sand with an ease that made me feel a bit of a wimp, and I considered myself a very strong lad. He had a broad pleasant face covered in freckles and curly ginger hair which made him look a lot younger than his 18 years and a bubbly, chuckling sense of humour that immediately put everybody, staff and customers alike at their ease, it made him a very effective salesman.

"I recognised him from the fitness centre," Kitty told me later, "He is an amateur boxer, you know... quite a good one as well, won a couple of junior belts. You should see him pump iron.... Almost as good as me...almost... " She laughed. I believed her. Kitty was very attractive and very feminine but she was also muscular and bloody strong with it. 




The Touch Ch. 37



Libby was also attractive in a rather homely way, with shortish brown hair, quite an infectious smile and a neat figure with smallish tits, a firm waist and stomach and rounded buttocks. I thought that she looked quite cute in the red and green garden centre uniform. She had chosen to wear shorts as it was a hot day and her legs were strong looking but quite shapely and attractive. 

In truth I found her good company and could easily have been attracted to her if she hadn't been an employee, and I got the feeling that she would not have rejected me. In contrast to Benson she was quiet and a little bit shy except when she was talking about horticulture, her great passion; she stuck to me like glue for most of the morning, a constant gushing fountain of intelligent questions, really keen to learn everything she could about plants and gardening and how the centre worked.

I knew that she had dropped out of the Cities and Guilds Horticulture course because she could not afford the ongoing fees and during a break for coffee in the morning she told me the full story; although she was only nineteen, just a few months older than me, she was renting a small terraced house on the outskirts of the city where she lived on her own, with two dogs and a clutch of chickens. 

"I lived there with my Dad, he is in the army and got posted to Belize a year ago and the landlord let me stay on alone. Dad is getting married again soon and so won't be coming back. Between the rent, the council and water rates plus the utility bills," she told me, "I needed to work full time just to keep afloat..... but I would never give up my home, it is my little bit of independence." She smiled and added, "Anyway, I have spent the past twelve months working every evening and weekend on my rear garden.... I grow all my own vegetables, you know? With the veggies and the eggs I am quite self sufficient." 

"Wow!" I enthused. "Your own house and a vegetable garden...that is really something, I am impressed."

"Not in your league," she said shyly, "We all knew about you at college, you know." She grinned, "The star pupil of the C&G course, manager of a garden centre at eighteen years old, and your aunt is the famous landscaper Maggie de Vere...." She chuckled softly, " I can still hardly believe that I am now working for both of you."

I don't know if I was flattered, but I was certainly surprised. I grinned at her, "I think that both Maggie and I prefer 'working WITH us', rather than working FOR us, we like to think of the business as a team or a family..." It wasn't an original Jamie-ism, Maggie had said it first but I fully endorsed the sentiment.

I felt that both Benson and Libby were going to be valuable additions to the team, they had a lot of potential and I liked them both.

By the time that I had cashed up the day's takings, and finally, after three attempts, managed to balance the cash, cheques and credit card vouchers with the till rolls, I was seriously wishing that I had not given Tayler the day off and it was approaching six o'clock and time to lock up for the night. It wasn't until I went down into the yard that I realised that Maggie's Range Rover was parked up at the house, they had returned from Bath and I had not even noticed her drive up the back lane. I locked the main gates; let the staff without cars out of the side entrance and then did a final round to make sure that everywhere was safe and secure and made my way back to the office block to change.

I took a quick shower; pulled on a clean navy blue, cotton canvas rugby shirt and a pair of faded blue denim jeans and was just locking the office block when I heard a key turn in the lock and the clatter of the galvanised mesh side gate. 

It was Emma and she looked great. My sister was taking a lot more interest in herself and her appearance just recently, she had become very business orientated and her attitudes and appearance reflected her new way of life. She had always been a quite serious girl, moody, but not particularly flighty or fun-crazed, but she had suddenly matured into a responsible young woman, if you didn't count her over the top crush on me. 

That evening she was wearing a simple see through chiffon, short sleeved blouse with a tie knot at the front of light blue and white vertical wavy stripes worn over a plain soft white strapless camisole. She was obviously not wearing a bra and her small nipples made captivating little points in her top. It took a serious effort to tear my eyes away as she walked towards me. Her long legs were encased in stone coloured, almost cream, skin tight jeans emphasising her slender shapely thighs and calves; her toes peeped out from matching light blue Y strap sandals. I had never seen any part of her outfit before and so guessed at I was getting a privileged preview of her shopping trip bounty. 

Her dark hair was brushed to a silken sheen and was tied with a small white chiffon bow in a long alluring pony tail which was draped over her right shoulder and I could see the tip of that soft tail brushing gently against her nipple as she walked. 

I remembered the words that she had spoken to me some days before... this was no longer my baby sister... this was a woman, full grown, sexy and desirable and as much as I tried to resist it, I did desire her. It was suddenly very easy to forget that Emma was my sister and see her only as an attractive, seductive woman who had made it plain that she wished to be seduced and whom I desperately wanted to seduce. 

I must have looked as much of a pillock as I felt. I just stood there for several long seconds, paralysed, my mouth agape as the final acceptance of my incestuous desire numbed my brain to everything except the visual image of my sister and the tingling of an erection starting in my jeans.

"Ha... Whaa... Whaa... What are you doing here?" I managed to mumble. I was totally lust-hammered, my brain was functioning too slowly and my prick was functioning too vigorously.

She smiled. Her whole face lit up with that fabulous smile that she shared with Maggie and her mother; the beautiful, enchanting smile of the Grainger women that left me weak kneed and totally unable to resist any of them. Her eyes swept over me and I felt her gaze as an almost physical stroke as it caressed the growing bulge filling my jeans. She stepped in close and very gently touched my hardness with the tip of one finger, causing me to involuntarily shudder with desire.

"I guess that this means that you have finally decided that you want to fuck me." She said softly. There was no hint of triumph, even though we both knew that I had capitulated and she had won. She just seemed happy.

"What are you doing here, Emms?" I tried again, this time more coherently, although my voice sounded hoarse and a little choked to my ears. I really couldn't think of anything else to say.

"It's my last evening before we go to France.... Mum and I will be staying at Auntie Maggie's tonight .... But I wanted to spend the evening with YOU.... I told the others that I was going to buy you dinner to say thank you for everything you did for me these last few weeks... the driving lessons... everything... Mum thought it was a great idea... so here I am." 

"You really don't have to...." I muttered feebly. In honesty there was nothing I would rather do than spend time with her right then. 

"Yes, I do." She said firmly, "I doubt that you have eaten all day.... You get grumpy when you are hungry and I don't want you grumpy tonight. We can get an early dinner in town and then...."

"Then? What?"

"Wait and see..." she giggled, "I have had something planned for ages and tonight is perfect...." 

She started off towards the side gate. I just followed her so-tempting round buttocks in those tight jeans and that thick dark pony tail which was now swinging behind her, bobbing with every step. I could see her VW Beetle parked in the back lane and by the time that I had locked the gate, she had folded the soft-top down and was already behind the wheel with the engine running. 

That evening felt really strange.... Almost weird.... From the moment that I had clapped eyes on my sister I seemed to have lost fifty per cent of my will power; I was being led through each event of the evening by a very resolved Emma who seemed to be in alliance with my prick to steer me on a course of their mutual choice, a journey in which my brain was not participating. 

We went to the 'New Inn and Old House Restaurant' in New Street, I remember whilst we were waiting to be served dinner thinking, what if The Touch was real? What if Emma had it too and was using it on me? She was my sister after all, maybe it was a family thing? Was this what it felt like? Or was I just tired after a long day and just seriously fazed with lust? The lust was certainly present; I just couldn't tear my eyes away from Emma; that tantalising dark swishing pony tail and those pert breasts with their hard nipples pressed against the soft fabric of her camisole. 

At the restaurant Emma got in first and ordered for both of us, plaice fillet with salad and jacket baked potato wedges, and orange juice for her and for me a rare rump steak with mushrooms and French fries, accompanied by a bottle of a quite decent claret. Neither of us particularly wanted a pudding and so both settled for the cheese board, and Emma insisted on ordering me a vintage port. 

"It's my thank you treat," she stated simply, "You enjoy wine and you love a good port...so enjoy! Besides," she added with a giggle, "I read somewhere that rare steak and red wine makes a man horny!" 

I surely did not need any help in that department; just being in her company that evening was keeping me in an almost permanent state of arousal. 

It was a really nice evening, we talked about everything and nothing, and at times I had totally forgotten that she was my sister, it was more like being on a date with a girl that you had known forever, but had not really noticed as a person before. I think in that hour we both learned a lot of silly little things about each other, intimate things that neither of us had previously shared. 

We finished the meal off with luxurious creamy Irish coffees and then strolled back to her car which was parked in Market Street. The bottle of wine and the port had left me warm and mellow but I was far from being drunk; as we approached the car, arm in arm and giggling at some silly joke I had made about the amount I had had to drink that evening, Emma suddenly stopped and turned to face me, putting on a mock serious expression.

"Jamie Riley, if you are drunk again don't expect me to put you to bloody bed!" she scolded in mock disgust. "And don't even think about using my new outfit for target practice for shooting your disgusting load....." Her face split in a wide grin and she leaned up against me and kissed me lightly on the lips, "I have other plans for that particular skill tonight...!" 

Before I could answer she had danced away and unlocked the Beetle and was struggling with the hood. "Come on..." she chuckled, "Give me a hand to put this top down, it is too hot tonight to sit inside....but don't use up too much of your strength." She teased. 

Emma seemed to have a definite destination in mind although she would not disclose it to me, "Wait and see... it's somewhere very special." Was all she would say when I asked. We drove out to the south west of the city on the A354 until she turned off onto the Old Shaftsbury Grove lane then turned into a dirt track leading to a copse of trees. It was now dusk and starting to get dark but even so I recognised our destination. 

"King Jamie's Castle!" I exclaimed. "Shit, I had almost forgotten about this place..."

Emma eased the car into the overgrown track where it entered the little wood and stopped. We were well concealed from anybody using the road although the likelihood of that was remote, it was a dead end lane leading nowhere except a meadow and was probably visited less than once a month by the farmer who owned it. 

When we were kids Emma, the twins and I used to cycle out here during the summer holidays to play, it was always deserted and I never ever knew who owned the land or the copse. In the centre of the little wood was a ruined Saxon church, derelict since the early middle ages although probably once the heart of one of the thousands of 'lost' villages up and down England, victims of medieval strife, or plague or re-settlement.

We called the remains of the church 'King Jamie's Castle' although there was only the outline of the nave and the round tower about two feet high and covered in moss and ivy. The wood had been entitled 'The Deadly Forest' and in our childhood imaginations had been populated with dragons and hobgoblins and evil knights all ravenous to capture or devour the maidens of the castle, played dramatically by Emma and Lulu, whilst the gallant King Jamie and his Sword Maiden companion, Lady Luci, did battle to keep them at bay. It was our secret place that we had discovered by accident whilst exploring one summer and had never disclosed to any body nor invited any of our friends to play with us there.

Emma had raised the bonnet of the car and now pulled out a bundle which she tossed to me. It was one of those large expensive picnic blankets with a waterproof backing and plaid blanket top, wrapped around what appeared to be another tartan travel blanket. She banged down the bonnet and stood holding a couple of cushions and a small stuff bag. She obviously had this little excursion planned for some days.

"Come on King Jamie, this maiden is long overdue for ravishing," she chuckled, pushing her way through the light under growth and into the ruin, "I think it is time that this castle had a Royal boudoir." 

We set up her blanket boudoir in the ruins of the tower, the ground was covered with a thick carpet of dry grass and weed which formed a perfectly comfortable mattress beneath the picnic blanket. The place seemed magical, we were both infused with the phantom spirits of our childhood brought to life by the return to our special place and I was totally enchanted by my sexy desirable sister. 

It was a hot night with an almost perfect half moon and a clear sky fully of silver pinprick stars bathing our secret hollow in a silver glow, making the whole thing seem surreal and very erotic. The little glade around the ruins was perfumed with the scent of sun warmed pine and Saxefraga Bergenia, an evergreen woodland shrub with strongly scented white flowers which appeared as ghostly bells in the moonlight. 

I stood and watched, totally fascinated, as she knelt on the make-shift bed smoothing out the blanket to her satisfaction and then spreading a dark coloured towel from the stuff bag across the centre, her jeans pulling tight around her perfect rounded buttocks and shapely thighs. She produced a couple of cans of Fanta from the bag and stood them carefully to one side in the grass. 

When she had satisfied herself that everything was as she wanted she turned to kneel, sitting on her heels, facing me and beckoned me to join her. She had pulled away the ribbon and her hair was flowing in a loose dark cloud around her face and shoulders, the moonlight painting silver highlights through the tresses. 

"Come on, Jay....." she said huskily, "You have teased me long enough... made me wait for this moment until I was ready to burst with wanting you to shag me.... Get down here on this blanket, right now!" 

I was more than ready and willing but remained transfixed as she carefully tugged open the knot that held her shirt and sensuously slid shirt and camisole over her head and laid them lightly on the top of the empty stuff bag. Her skin seemed as white and smooth as sheer silk in the night light, her breasts small and round with dark rosette aureolas and firm erect nipples. As I watched she raised herself up onto her knees so that she was able to unzip her jeans and slide trousers and panties slowly down her thighs to her knees, and then rocked back and raised her feet, shaking them at me. I bent and pulled the jeans and panties away and laid them over her shirt beside the blanket as she laid back, giggling, totally naked and waiting for me. 

My own clothes were dumped less neatly on the grass and I knelt down beside her, aware of her sparkling blue eyes flicking their gaze between my face and the rock hard erection which was standing to attention in her honour. She reached out one finger and tentatively, almost nervously drew the tip down my length from tip to root. My prick jerked at her touch but this time I did not rabbit and jiz bomb her.

Suddenly as if by some pre-arranged signal we both seemed to realise fully what we were about to do.... I was on the verge of fucking my sister and she was eager, willing and wanting me to fuck her... just for a second that wanting became apprehension and we shared a frozen moment in time, our eyes locked together each willing the other to make the first move.

"Emms..." I gasped, my breath catching in my throat, "You do want to do this....don't you? This is not just some game... it's for real this time...!"

"Oh God, Jay! Yes! Yes, I do!" she whispered urgently. "I've thought of nothing else since I reached puberty and discovered sex, it was always YOU that I wanted to fuck with, I wanted you to be first.... I used to get so irrationally angry with you because I thought that it could never be possible." 

The memory of Kristen Olsen saying something very similar flashed through my mind. Poor sweet Kristen who Emma hated with a vengeance, maybe there was some mysterious female instinct behind that uncalled-for venom a primeval, sub-conscious recognition of a rival in the mating game.

She clasped her hands behind my neck and pulled me down until I was lying half over her. "Please make love to me Jay, now.... Make me a real woman.... Fuck me....Please!"

Any reservations that I may have retained went at that moment. I lowered my face, pressing my lips hard against hers. At first her mouth was firm and then her lips slipped apart our mouths open in a deep, breathtaking lust driven kiss, our tongues dancing and twisting; thrusting and probing in a fury of passion that went on for long minutes until we broke apart panting and gasping for breath. A few more seconds and I was sure that she would have drawn the very last breaths from my lungs in the violence of her lust. 

I panted for breath and gazed at my sister's slim, shapely body laid out beside me. I desperately wanted to fuck her...to feel my quivering rigid shaft deep inside her, to make my sister my lover. Her moon silvered thighs were spread open and I could see the soft pink petals of her pussy lips, she had obviously started to shave her pubic hair since I had secretly watched her masturbating some time ago, that curly thatch of dark hair was no longer present her pussy was smooth and pink. I slid my hand gently and slowly from her throat down over her breasts, pausing for a few seconds on each to roll those small firm nipples between my fingers, which caused her to give a small gasp.

"Oh God, Jay.... That is nice.... My nipples feel so hard and hot..."

I leaned over and touched each in turn with the tip of my tongue. She was right, they were hard and hot and she moaned deeply in her throat as I took them each into my mouth and sucked hard until the tip of my tongue could feel the aureolas swelling and becoming rough with the tiny pimples of desire that my attentions were arousing. 

Emma's whole body was starting to shudder gently with anticipation. "Please Jay.... Make me cum... I can't wait any longer... do something....pleeeease!" 

I drew my hand down over her small, round, quivering belly to her parted thighs, caressing the sensitive inside flesh with the tips of my fingers and then drawing them up to her soft open pussy only to find that her own hand had already beaten me to it. Her hips were making little jerking motions as the tip of her finger fiercely rubbed at her engorged, deep pink clit, and she was panting, small sobs escaping from her lips as she twisted her head from side to side as if in torment. I lifted her hand and brought her fingers up to my mouth and gently sucked on them; her sex juices were pungently sweet and very erotic.




The Touch Ch. 38



WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. 

The Touch Pt. 38 Late Nights and Early Mornings

Sunday turned out to be not at all as I had planned. My intention had been to go down to the garden centre early to do the watering; check that everything was OK in the greenhouses and then cook Gwen and I a nice lunch at home and maybe spend a quiet Sunday afternoon in the garden together. Gwen and I were both looking forward to the next week, as with Emma away on holiday, we would get a full 8 days of quality time together; although we would both need to work during the day our free time would be like a holiday for us as well.

Emma had insisted that I went back to Maggie's house with her on Saturday night to say a final goodbye to everybody. By the time we got back Nikki had already gone to bed and Gwen was about to go up, she was staying the night to get coffees and teas in the morning before the travellers left at 5 am and then tidy up and secure the house. I had planned to go home for the night, clear up the house after Emma's sleep-over party and then get lunch started before Gwen got home.

She gave me a motherly hug in the hall at the bottom of the stairs; she had just showered, her hair was damp and fragrant and she was wearing one of Maggie's pale blue towelling bathrobes and I could feel that she was temptingly warm and naked beneath the thick fabric. For a few minutes we were totally alone and I just couldn't resist gently squeezing her soft round buttocks. 

"Oh, God, my darling...we can't...not here..." she sighed.

"I know... but we shall have ALL tomorrow to ourselves..." I replied.

She pulled a face. "I'm afraid there has been a change of plan for tomorrow... we will not be alone now."

"Why, what has happened?"

"It's Monique.... She spent the day in Salisbury and lost her overnight bag... money, train tickets, clothes, everything; by the time that she had re-tracked her movements and reported it to the police then found her way here this evening it was too late to get her onto a train back to Winchester. Maggie made her some hot chocolate and packed her off to bed."

"So what is going to happen? It isn't much of a problem... I'll happily buy her a train ticket and give her some money for taxis and so on... I guess she is sort of our responsibility whilst she is here."

"You won't be angry, will you, my darling?" Gwen said, smiling and hugging my arm to her, "She was so upset.... I said that we would drive her back to Winchester tomorrow morning... I telephoned her mother and told her not to worry and that we would have her home by late morning."

I could never be angry with Gwen and at least we would be spending the day together and had all the next week to look forward to. We exchanged a swift, discreet kiss and I watched her climb the stairs to bed and wished that I was going with her. 

Emma and the twins were sitting in the kitchen finishing off their cocoa drinks before turning in and somehow we all managed to say our special goodbyes discreetly and alone. This was the second time that the twins and I had parted for several weeks as they went back to Nikki's place to stay, and we shared secret threesome hugs and kisses behind the closed door of Lauren's bedroom when I went up to collect their travel bags and bring them down to put into the Range Rover ready for the morning. 

Lauren handed me the keys to the Polo. "Our car is yours now until August," she smiled, and then added with a hiss, "I WILL know if you shag anybody in my car.... So don't!" 

"And don't get any stupid bimbos pregnant..." Luci added laughing, "We don't expect you to stay celibate, but we will want the use of the car and YOU again when we come home."

I used the same ploy to grab a few minutes alone with Emma. We had said our goodbyes sitting in her car in Maggie's garage before coming into the house; she was leaving her precious new car locked in there safely whilst she was away. Our good-byes were really long and heavy and involved a lot of deep kissing and touching, we had only just made love and were both still floating on the emotional post-sex cloud; and had we not stopped abruptly we would surely have ended up shagging again and would probably have been discovered inflagrante delicto.

We hugged again in the guest room. "I love you Jay," she whispered, "You are the best brother in the world."

"I don't feel much like your brother right now," I chuckled, we both seemed to be good with what had happened between us that evening, although I knew that some remorse and self-recrimination might come later and I knew that Emma would find the restrictions on our new relationship very hard to live with.

"You are the best ever big brother.... And the best ever shag!" she murmured huskily. "I am really going to enjoy my holiday with Luci and Lulu... but I am already looking forward to coming home as well..." I picked up her travel bag and she handed me the small stuff bag containing the towel that we had made love on with the small stain of blood that marked the end of her virginity. "Put that in the bottom of my wardrobe," she said, "but for God's sake don't let Mum see it, OK?" I smiled and nodded. 

"Oh...and Jay," she added her face suddenly solemn. "I can live with it if you are shagging Janice.... Just don't let it get serious, OK" For some quirky reason Emma seemed to be cool with my dating her friend Janice but could go into a real hissing fit if I so much as looked at any other woman. She gave me a sisterly peck on the cheek and then said with a grin, "Oh... I slept in your bed on Friday night.... Janice wanted to but I wouldn't let her." 

I tried to scowl but I couldn't. The thought of Emma in my bed was quite erotic even if she had been alone. 

"It's a very comfortable bed," she laughed, "Big enough for two...." I closed the bedroom door and went down stairs quickly, took her bag out to the Range Rover and put the little stuff bag into the boot of the Polo. It was almost an irony, I thought, the only girl to have shared my bed at home was Kristen Olsen, Emma's arch-nemesis. 

I was starting to feel that my sex life was getting dangerously complicated. I loved all of the women that I had relationships with, each in their own special way but Gwen, Maggie, Emma and the twins were extra special, and always would be. 

At times it was as if my prick had a mind of it's own, put it in proximity to an attractive woman and we were off on another fuck-quest, 'To Boldly Go.... etc. etc.' I just couldn't help myself. I really didn't want to start blatantly lying to any of them, but handling our secret liaisons was starting to rank side by side with juggling hedgehogs. 

This left only Maggie. She followed me out into the drive and watched whilst I piled the entire remaining luggage into the rear of her Range Rover, locked the vehicle and handed her the keys.

"Will you walk with me whilst I have a cigarette?" she asked making for the garden. 

We strolled around the side of the house, arm in arm, and stood quietly for a while just watching the silver crescent moon reflected on the black surface of the swimming pool. It was stupid but I felt sick in my gut, I really did not want Maggie to go even if it was just for a few days.

"I shall miss you, Maggie." I mumbled. I guess my evening making love to Emma and then all the goodbyes had left me a bit emotional and even to myself I sounded like a sulky adolescent. I would not have blamed her if she had called me a prat and kicked my arse into the pool.... but she didn't. 

She just squeezed my arm affectionately. "We have been so busy that haven't had much time together just recently, have we?" She said quietly, "but we will get some quality time to ourselves when we go to London for the Chelsea Flower Show.... " She gave a throaty chuckle, "Just behave yourself at Miss 'Thunder-thighs' Brooke's party next week, OK? I am not sure that you can be trusted around Caroline with both Emma and I away."

We both laughed and she put her arms around my neck and pulled my head down and our lips touched lightly and stayed together for a good five seconds.

"Maggie I....." She stopped me with a finger placed gently across my lips, I guess we both knew what I was about to say.

"Don't say it, Jamie.... Bad timing.... OK." She said with a wide smile and we walked back to the house our arms around each other's waists, just an affectionate aunt and her nephew. At least she hadn't told me that she didn't want me to say it...ever... just that the timing was wrong.

I took the Polo and was home shortly after 11:30 pm. I had half expected the house to have been trashed after ten teenage girls had spent the night there alone, but Emma had obviously put an effort into making sure that everywhere was clean and tidy before they all left on Saturday morning. There was a stack of used tea and coffee mugs by the sink and I found the vacuum cleaner parked in the downstairs can but otherwise everything seemed good. The two spare bedrooms and Emma's room had been stripped and the sheets and pillow cases put into the laundry room linen basket and so I loaded the washing machine and switched it on before making myself a cup of coffee and taking it up to my room and then showered and dumped my own clothes into the bathroom wash basket. 

My bedroom seemed totally undisturbed except that there was an indentation still in my pillow and I could smell Emma's unique body odour on the bed linen. My old t-shirt and silk sleeping shorts also appeared to have been slept in and I held them to my nose and tried to imagine that I could detect the sweet odour of her pussy... but I couldn't. I pulled them on, finished my drink and then turned in for the night. 

I was awake about half past five as usual. I guessed that Maggie and the others would already have left for Dover and so telephoned her house to speak to Gwen.

"Good morning, my darling," she greeted me. Her voice was soft and gentle as always but seemed in some way special as though it was reserved just for me for the next week. "Have you had any breakfast yet?"

"Not yet.... I have a couple of jobs to do here and then I need to come over to the garden centre and do the watering."

"That is fine... Monique is still sound asleep... so when you are done come up to the house and we can have a light breakfast together, I kept back some bread for toast and a pint of milk when I cleared Maggie's fridge."

I emptied the washing machine, put the laundry out on the garden line to dry and then filled it with another load and switched it on before leaving for work on my moped. Last night, Gwen's VW Golf had been parked in Maggie's drive and we would use her car to deliver Monique home to Winchester. 

It was close to eight o'clock by the time that I had finished the watering; Jack had arrived with his assistant Graham and offered to finish off the remaining tasks and so I packed up, changed out of my working gear into jeans and a plain grey sweatshirt and walked up to Maggie's house for breakfast with Gwen. I noticed that she had also done a load of washing which was already hanging out on Maggie's linen line. 

We had just finished our toast and marmalade and I was putting the dirty plates in the sink when the kitchen door creaked open behind me. 

"Good morning Monique... how do you feel this morning?" I heard Gwen ask.

"A bit stupid and really angry with myself," Monique replied as I turned around. 

She was standing just inside the doorway, her long raven black hair was dishevelled and she was wearing nothing but a long length, loose white t-shirt, which I guessed belonged to one of the twins; it only just covered her buttocks at the rear and showed a teasing glimpse of dark fluff at the front. It did nothing at all to disguise her voluptuous breasts which were straining the fabric, her dark nipples making little eye catching points in the thin cotton. Without shoes she was a lot shorter than I remembered probably no more than 5'2" at most.

I suppose that she had only expected to find Gwen in the house and let out a loud yelp when she spotted me and leapt back behind the open door. "I'll go upstairs and get dressed," she called from her hiding place and I heard her bare feet slap across the hall to the staircase. 

Gwen and I both laughed at her embarrassment but we could not resist peeking around the door to watch her running up the staircase, her round, naked bottom a treat for my male voyeurish instincts. 

Gwen was still chuckling when she jabbed me hard in the ribs with her finger. "Don't even think those thoughts when you are with me, my darling" she grinned. 

I waited until Monique had disappeared around the corner of the upstairs landing and I heard a bedroom door close and then spun around and grabbed Gwen to me, holding her tight and covering her buttocks with my hands. She was wearing the black velvet jogging suit that I had given her at Christmas and according to my touch telegraph, very little else, maybe just a soft cotton bra and knickers. 

"I still think that you have the most fantastic arse in the world," I told her in a whisper and squeezed each bun in confirmation. Her firm rounded bum in that soft velvet made it a tactile delight.

"Her arse is a lot younger...."

"Maybe, but it is your tush that I want...and it's your tush that I've got..." I laughed giving her rear a final affectionate squeeze before releasing her.

"I had better make her some toast and a drink," Gwen said, and then added, "Does she usually drink tea or coffee when she gets up in the morning?"

"How would I know I've never been....." I started and then realised that she was laughing at me.

"Just testing," she chuckled. 

We sat and waited for a further 45 minutes before Monique put in another appearance. She had obviously showered, dried and brushed her hair and borrowed some of the twin's make-up, I recognised the eye shadow and lipstick as being Lucinda's colours. I guess she was wearing the clothes that she had worn into town the day before, a tight fitting peach coloured 'boob tube' style top beneath a short white cotton jacket, the same skin tight white jeans she had worn on Friday evening and white high heeled sandals.

"My, my but you look really pretty, dear." Gwen told her, "Doesn't she Jamie?" I knew that she was teasing me but Monique did look very tasty and it would have been churlish not to agree. 

"Yeah, you look really great, Monique." I smiled. 

"Call me Mona, Jamie," she said with a little sexy pout. "All my really special friends call me Mona..."

Gwen gave me a poke in the ribs with her finger and then went over to the kettle still smiling at my discomfort. "Would you like toast and tea...or coffee? She asked.

"Oh no thank you....just a glass of orange juice if you have one.... I don't eat breakfast.... I try to stick to my slimming diet.... " she ran her hands down over her breasts and waist to halt on her rounded hips and posed like a model, and then looked directly at me. "Pretty good, huh!"

"Yeah, yeah.... Fantastic," I mumbled. Her figure was better than pretty good and I felt a flush starting to colour my face. "I had better go and check the car, we need to be going soon..." 

I made a dash for the door and when I glanced back Monique was still posing in the middle of the kitchen with a photographic smile on her pouty lips and I could see Gwen behind her back almost doubled up with silent laughter. Bloody hell, she had come on to me, strongly, in front of my mother, she could not know about our special relationship but never-the-less Gwen was still my mother and she knew it.

Winchester was only about an hours drive from Salisbury but by the time that we had found the suburb village of Abbot's Barton and located the correct road it was nearly mid-day. Gwen was driving and I had chosen to sit in the back so that most of the in-car conversation would be between Monique and Gwen, it seemed safer that way.

The house was an old farmhouse which had been renovated and stood in a side road off the old Worthy Road with a considerable, well kept garden and I could see what appeared to be a small apple orchard at the rear beyond a full sized grass tennis court inside a high chain link fence. 

I recalled suddenly that Emma had celebrated New Year with Mona in Winchester and had stayed with the Camilleri's afterwards. They had lived in Salisbury until about three years previous but I really could not remember ever meeting her family although Monique's arse had stayed in my memory. There had been four of them who were really close friends at school, Emma, Janice, Monique and another girl whose face and name escaped me completely.

Gwen pulled up in the road and we waited whilst Mona opened the large, white painted farm style gate and then drove in and parked in the drive and Gwen and I got out of the car and joined Monique to walk up to the front door. 

Monique's mother, Fabia came from the house and greeted us; she was a clone, or visa-versa, of her daughter only about 25 years older; with the same luscious figure and from her style of dress I guessed that they probably shared each other's wardrobes. She was wearing a cream cotton collarless shirt tucked into very fitted navy blue designer jeans which emphasised her tiny waist and the swell of her rounded tits and hips. I noticed that they were both wearing identical large silver hoop ear-rings. Like Mona she had shoulder length jet black hair which shone in the spring sunlight, her eyes deep, dark pools and she had the same wide mouth just waiting to be kissed. Monique was a really attractive girl but her mother was something else she was a mature woman, full on sexy and a real head turner. 

Fabia had a trace of an accent, rather husky and very sexy, I had not known until Gwen told me later that the Camilleri family were Maltese; Fabia's husband worked for Air Malta and Fabia herself was a former air hostess. 

I had not realised until that point that she and Gwen were acquainted, but then I probably hadn't taken that much notice of Emma's friends and their families when I was 15. 

"It was very kind of you to let Monique stay over and then drive her home, Gwen." Fabia said, "Please give my thanks to your sister as well." She turned to Monique and put her arm around her, "You are so careless, sweetheart.." It was obvious that she was not really annoyed and was very indulgent towards her daughter. 

"It was a pleasure...I have given Salisbury police my telephone number, if the bag is found then one of us will pick it us and get it back to you." Gwen told her. She turned to Mona. "It was nice seeing you again Monique, I know Emma loved having you to visit..... perhaps you could come and stay for a few days when she gets back from France?"

"That would be cool .... I would really like that." Monique replied, then looked directly at me and smiled our eyes met and hers conveyed a message that was unmistakable. 

I knew that Emma really would like to see more of Monique; I felt that I had probably seen much of what there was to see already, the picture of her bare arse and dark pubic fluff, and her bouncing tits as she ran up the stairs was engraved on my memory. I knew that whilst she genuinely meant the invitation to visit with us Gwen was also winding me up a bit as well. 

"I've already invited Emma to come down here for a weekend to play tennis and have told her she must bring Jamie as well so that we have a foursome for doubles," Monique told her mother. "Do you think that we can take them?"

"I don't know," Fabia purred, "Jamie looks pretty tough and strong....those muscles are quite impressive. Are you a good tennis player, Jamie?"

"Very good," Gwen put in before I could answer, "he was taught by his Aunt Maggie and I, and we were not a team to mess with...." She was smiling sweetly but I knew her so well and detected an underlying current, I sensed that Fabia had provoked a claws-out response. I raised my wrist and looked at my watch pointedly.... It was time to go I thought. 




The Touch Ch. 38



"Would you like to stay for some lunch...I can soon put some salad together?" Fabia offered. 

"We really need to get back....perhaps some other time," Gwen answered for both of us. She and Fabia exchanged air kisses and Monique darted in to give me a swift kiss on the cheek and then I shook hands with Fabia; her hand was tiny, soft and delicate with perfectly manicured nails and I felt that she held on to my fingers maybe a second or two too long. 

We said our goodbyes and drove up the Old London Road towards the A34. 

"I think that you an Emma may have bitten off more than you can chew there," Gwen chuckled as we turned onto the main road, "Fabia was the Ladies Captain at the Salisbury Lawn Tennis Club when they lived in Salisbury, you know and they obviously still play a lot."

"You had better give me some private coaching then," I sniggered, "VERY private coaching."

"If I remember correctly," Gwen said laughing and pointedly changing the subject, "There is a pub up this way at King's Worthy, which does Sunday lunches. Do you want to try and find it .... It's my treat this time?"

The 'King Charles II' public house at King's Worthy was an old established inn which had probably been extensively re-built in the early 1920's for the motor car traveller trade. It looked in need of a bit of care and attention and the bar was a bit dark and dingy but the Sunday roast beef was excellent as was the banana and cream pie that we selected for pudding. 

"That was really good, I enjoyed that." I stated truthfully. The food quality had been well above average for pub grub.

"Wouldn't you rather have had a piece of lettuce and cucumber with the 'Diet Girls'?" Gwen teased.

"No... I much prefer roast beef, Yorkshire puddings and you." I smiled. "You know that I am not really into salads anyway..." I did a subdued Tarzan impression, drumming my chest with my fists. "Me HE-Man," I laughed. "You are what you eat they say.... When was the 'King of the Jungle' ever a bunny rabbit?"

Somebody laughed behind me and I turned my head a little embarrassed that my joke had been overheard. 

The face was familiar but for a minute I didn't recognise it sitting on top of chef's whites and wearing a high chef's hat. "Hello, Jamie, mate." The face said.

The penny dropped and I stood up and thrust out my hand, "Ian.... Ian Marshall.... What are you doing here?" It was a stupid question really considering that he was dressed as a cook. 

Ian chuckled, "I own the place ... well not quite true, I own half of it with my dad. He runs the pub and I run the kitchen."

I introduced him to Gwen and indicated for him to sit down with us. I hadn't seen Ian for about five years, he had been four years ahead of me at school and had been House Captain for a while; he had left when he completed his O-Levels to go to catering college, in Bristol, I think. 

"Dad and I are thinking of buying the other pub in the village as well, 'The Cart and Horses', it's a bit run down...like this place... but has more potential than here to put in a really nice boutique restaurant."

"That sounds great.... be sure to send us an invite when you open." I told him. 

"I'll drop one in, I'm often in your place," he said, "I've seen you a couple of times but you were busy.... I buy some of my veggies from your farm shop; they are by far the best."

"So why aren't you buying them ALL from us?" We both laughed, but I quickly added, "No really Ian...I'm serious... your food is excellent so are our vegetables and fruit they should go together. Next time you are at the garden centre come and see me, or better still see Josie Dobbs who manages the shop and we will set up a trade account so that you get a discount and we can probably arrange to deliver larger orders... it will make a difference when you have TWO restaurants to supply."

We shook hands and Ian agreed to drop in to see me in the next few days.

"Wow!" Gwen laughed, as we got into the car. "My son the businessman ... I am so proud of you my darling. A super son, a wonderful lover and a budding entrepreneur as well." She leaned over and pressed her lips lightly against mine. I pulled her closer and we sank into a deep soft kiss. At that moment I really didn't care if anybody saw us, I just needed to feel her against me and to sink into the bottomless well of one of her fabulous kisses. 

I released her reluctantly, "Let's go home and explore that bit about being wonderful lovers." I suggested.

We made a stop at Maggie's place to take in her washing and got home just after four-thirty, just as it clouded over and started to spot with rain, and we both rushed about the garden getting in the laundry before it got soaked again, I helped her fold it ready for ironing and stack the sheets and pillow cases in the laundry room and then emptied the second load out of the washing machine and into a basket ready to be hung out to dry the next day.

"Do you want a cup of tea or coffee?" I asked as we walked into the kitchen. 

Gwen came up behind me and put her arms around my waist and hugged me tight, her soft breasts like a warm pillow against my back.

"I want you to sweep me up in your arms and carry me up to my bed, and then make love to me." She said very softly, "There will be time for tea later....perhaps."

Boys should always do what their mothers tell them. I scooped her up and cradled her against my chest and she looped her arms around my neck as I carried her through the hall to the staircase. 

"Ooooh," she sighed against my throat, her breath was warm and sensual and made me tingle with desire and expectation. "I just love it when you hold me like this, my darling. I have missed being in your arms so much.... Do you know that it is nearly five weeks since we last made love, properly... in a real bed....?"

"Four weeks, five days and about six hours," I smiled. 

Whatever other disadvantages there were to having an incestuous relationship for me the worst was only being able to get quality time alone together when it was totally safe to do so; when the chances of being discovered or found out were virtually nil. It was totally heart rending for both of us at times, it wasn't just the sex, my sexual needs were being met, although I did sometimes worry about Gwen's needs both sexual and emotional, it was the not being together, not being able to completely relax and bathe each other in the affection and love that we felt and shared. 

Often we had to be satisfied with a few minutes cuddle on the settee after Emma had turned in for the night, a stolen kiss in the kitchen or the hall and sometimes, a very few sometimes, we were able to hide away long enough to bring each other some sexual relief, a brief show of physical affection.

I don't believe that either of us had any moral or religious misgivings about our situation; our love was deep and sincere and I could never believe that those feelings would bring about a catastrophic end to the world's ethical balance because of the equally sincere beliefs held by much of society. The threat of punishment for our perceived sin was much less than the terror that not being together provoked. The only cloud that perpetually hovered over our happiness together was the devastation that would be wrought on the people that we loved if we were careless or impatient. 

I still found it totally amazing that despite all of that we were both so absolutely happy in our relationship with absolutely no reservations about how right it was for us.

Her face was only millimetres from mine and she tightened her arms around my neck pulling my lips down to hers and they came together in a soft, warm feather-touch kiss, our tongues gently caressing each others open lips, the tips flicking at each other tantalisingly. Kissing Gwen was always like a first ever kiss, soft and a little tentative as though we were reliving those first ecstatic moments of our first kiss over and over. Her kisses always seemed to leave me breathless; my mouth tingling as if the fluttering touches of our tongues had induced an oral orgasm.

Gradually our kissing became more intense, deeper and more passionate our lips sucking at each other, our tongues rolling and thrusting and our breathing turning to shuddering moans that filled each others mouths, somehow she twisted in my arms until she had locked her legs around my waist and the warmth of her body against mine became unbearable. 

I shall never know how we got to the top of the stairs without falling and breaking our necks; but suddenly I was standing at the foot of her big bed our arms still around each other, her thighs wrapped around me and our mouths still clamped together.

I lowered both of us down until we were laying diagonally across the bed still sharing a deep long lasting kiss our arms around each other and we laid like that, fully clothed in a tight embrace our bodies moulded against each other and our lips brushing each others faces with tiny affectionate kisses just filled with the joy of being together. 

Eventually the pressure of my rigid prick trapped in my jeans became an ache which needed to be addressed, or more precisely undressed. 

I reluctantly eased my lips away from hers. "I need to get out of these trousers soon or I shall end up walking with a mince for the rest of my life..." I chuckled, and swung my legs off of the bed then stood and pulled off my sweatshirt and kicked away my jeans and socks until I was standing naked at the side of the bed my prick swinging like a small tree in front of me.

By the time that I had shed my clothes Gwen was laying on her back in the centre of the bed, the duvet turned back, wearing only her soft white cotton bra and a pair of plain white silk panties and holding her hands out to me. 

"Come back to bed, my darling.... Please." She pleaded. "We have Four weeks, five days and six hours to make up for and only a week in which to do it."

I laid down beside her again, my lips immediately seeking hers and felt my whole being sink into the breathtaking abyss of her kiss which seemed to caress not just my lips but my very soul, my hand roamed lightly up and down her body from thigh to throat eventually coming to rest over her breast my fingers gently massaging the firmness of her nipple through the soft cotton of her bra. 

"Oh no.... wait," she moaned, "I want to feel your hands on me...on my skin..." She twisted and released the bra strap and I drew it away from between us and dropped onto the floor with my discarded clothes. 

I moved my face down, kissing her throat and the soft swell of her breasts until I could nibble gently at her already swollen nipples, little dark nubs of sexual excitement, hot against my lips. 

"Oh God, Jamie, my darling..." she sighed, "I have missed you touching me so much.... I need you to touch me.... I need you to make love to me...."

I rolled up onto my elbow so that I could see her whole body, pale and soft beside me and swept my hand down over her breasts and firm round belly, to rest over her pussy, the heel of my hand pressing down on her Mount of Venus and my finger lightly pressing against the silk of her panties resting in the warm indentation of the camel toe made by her pussy lips. 

Her thighs fell open and she let out a soft moan as she raised her hips to press the yielding softness of her pussy harder onto my hand.

"Touch me.... please touch me..." she whispered hoarsely. 

I slowly drew the soft silk panties over her hips and manoeuvred them down her thighs my lips following leaving tiny kisses down her belly and across her pelvis and down her round silky thigh, my tongue left a damp trail to her toes and then back up the other limb until our faces were level again.

We sank into another breath stealing kiss as my hand came to rest gently over her pussy my finger pressing against the warm opening of the lips exploring until it found her clit which was already engorged and peeping from beneath it's soft hood, moist and hot and floating in the juices of her arousal. 

Gwen gave a sharp gasp at that first touch and her arms looped around my neck the tips of her fingers digging hard into the muscles across the top of my shoulders; and then began to moan very softly, deep in her throat as I caressed the little man in the boat, softly massaging it in a tiny circular movement her tongue imitating the motions of my finger tip caressing and probing at my tongue in response. 

I could feel her clit becoming even more swollen and her hips were moving in small swirls beneath my hand. "Ooooooooh! That is so good, my darling... " She moaned softly and then her husky whispers became a long throaty moan, "Oh God.... Yes! Yes!" Her body spasmed and she clutched me close to her as her climax rippled through her body until she collapsed limp and quivering in my arms. 

I never, ever, got over that most awesome of experiences of giving Gwen, my beautiful, wonderful, mother and lover, an orgasm, each time it seemed to me to be the most mind blowing feeling of emotion, closeness and sharing. 

"Make love to me now, my darling...." She gasped breathlessly against my ear. I felt the feathery touch of her finger tips on my prick, not grasping just lightly stoking the rigid rod of hot desire pressed hard against her thigh, "I want to feel you inside me."

I eased myself over her and felt her thighs fall open surrendering herself totally and then my erection was slipping through the moisture coating her labia until her fingers returned to guide it to her tiny, tight entrance and then I was easing slowly into her, at first just the glans, she felt really tight and I paused to savour that special sensation that comes at the point of entry.

"Oh, my darling.... I do love you so much..." She sighed and hugged me tighter to her locking her smooth legs around mine and drawing me deep into her hot, moist depths until I was embedded in her fantastically tight love tube as far as I could go. I guess that her vaginal muscles were so tight and strong because of the long periods between our love making, but being inside her, my prick throbbing and her vagina responding with a delicate pulsing and our mouths once again joined in a deep wonderful kiss was the most fantastic place on Earth, I wanted to stay like that forever. 

We did stay like that for a long time our bodies merged into a single vessel for our emotions, just gently thrusting at each other, only a few millimetres at each stroke but enough to bring waves of the most intense sensation to my prick which was tingling with pleasure and the glans felt the size of an over-ripe melon and ready to burst. 

I could wait no longer, "Oh Gwen.... I need to...." I murmured into her open mouth.

She locked her legs even tighter around mine, "Yes, my darling, Yes... I want you to..."

We began to thrust at each other, our bodies surrendering totally to our need for fulfilment. The hard length of my erection was throbbing madly inside her and I could feel the walls of her vagina beginning to respond with a rhythmic rippling as we clung together thrusting faster and faster until suddenly we were both crying out loudly and gasping as we pummelled our way to mutual climax and I felt the eye of my glans open to release a jet of hot sperm into her waiting depth and a series of liquid eruptions. 

I finally got up to make the drinks when we awoke about nine o'clock. I returned to our bed with two mugs of coffee and a pile of chocolate digestive biscuits, Gwen's favourites and we sat with our drinks, the duvet pulled up to our chins just talking about nothing in particular and exchanging small affectionate kisses.

A while later Gwen asked me, "Are you hungry, my darling?"

"Yes," I replied, "Hungry for YOU!" Then I dragged her beneath the duvet giggling and wrestling.

We did eventually get supper at two in the morning. We sat at the kitchen table in our bath robes and tucked in to Welsh rarebit and hot chocolate; we were both absolutely starving but then we had burned a lot of energy that night. 

"I think that we should try and get some sleep, we both have to go to work in the morning," I suggested.

"Are you feeling sleepy, my darling?" she asked and leaned over to softly blow in my ear. I felt a stirring beginning in my loins.

"Not any more," I mumbled.

We went back to that big bed, our arms around each others waists. By the time we had reached the bottom of the stairs we were kissing again. I later found our bathrobes discard on the downstairs hall floor. 

We both awoke with a start when Gwen's alarm clock went off at six o'clock; I couldn't remember the last time that I had not been awake before the alarm. Gwen was spooned against my back, her naked skin was warm and silky smooth, her breasts soft against my shoulder blades and she had one leg thrust between mine. I had the most incredible night boner ever.

I rolled over so that we were facing each other, her face was wreathed in one of her gorgeous, beautiful smiles and her eyes were sparkling. "Good morning, my darling," she murmured and snuggled closer to me. Her eyes widened and she made a little gasp as she sucked in sharply. "OH MY GOD!" she exclaimed, giggling. "What is THAT?" I felt her hand wrap softly around my rigid prick. 

"Er...sorry..." I mumbled. 

"You will be sorry if you don't put it where it belongs!" she chuckled sexily. Gwen was small and petite but she was very strong and in my 'fucked half to death' state she had no problems rolling me onto my back and pinning me to the mattress with her hands on my shoulders. Her mouth came down to mine soft and warm and wet; I felt her straddle me and then the tip of my prick was slithering between her other set of lips which were equally soft and warm and wet. We both wriggled and giggled and then suddenly we found each other and my glans was caught in the spongy entrance to her vagina, and was being softly squeezed by her internal muscles. 

"Oh bloody hell, Gwen.... That is fantas....TIC!" I gasped as she lowered her full weight down onto me impaling herself with a single violent thrust down onto my rigid rod as far as she could go, "Oh, bloody hell!" 

I thrust upward hard, and the powerful muscles of my legs heaved her completely off the bed only to slam back down causing both of us to howl in ecstasy with the force of the penetration. I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her down onto me holding her still as my prick throbbed and pulsed and erupted in what seemed to me to be a never ending fountain of jiz. We collapsed limply and lay wrapped together in a muddle of arms, legs and duvet cover, panting and exchanging breathless little kisses. 

"Oh Gwen...you are so....." I started to mumble.

She started to laugh. "I am so.... late for work... and so are you... I'll make some coffee whilst you shower and get dressed.... It's nearly seven o'clock."

"I guess we shouldn't have shagged again this morning..." I chuckled.

"Well I couldn't let you go off to work like that now, could I?" she grinned, "God knows what sort of trouble you would have got yourself into." She was probably right; I had intended to call in to see Philippa Shelby that morning but in the horny state I was still in I decided it was best left until some other time. 

Gwen had managed to re-arrange her timetable so that she was working at Salisbury District Hospital that week which meant that she did not need to hurry off to work until eight o'clock and would be home early about six. Most days I was usually at the garden centre by seven but I guessed that I would probably be in late more than one morning that week.

We supped a swift mug of coffee together and then she walked out to my car with me and we shared a gentle parting kiss. I tipped her face towards me and looked deep into her happy, sparking eyes and hoped that mine were a reflection of that same affection.




The Touch Ch. 38



"I DO love you.... more than anything...." I told her simply and quietly.

"I know that my darling," she replied. We kissed again for a little bit longer this time. 

Not for the first time, I was glad that I had replaced the hedging around the front garden and drive with fast growing variegated Griselinia, a few years back and we could not now be overlooked by our nearest neighbours who were across the road.

It was probably not much after 7:45 when I got to the garden centre; Jack and Graham were already busy watering in the greenhouses and I noticed that the Land Rover was absent and guessed that Colin and Benson were already out on their assignments for the day. I would go through the job cards shortly and pick out a couple of tasks for myself but first I wanted to go across to the restaurant and find Grace or Suzan, I seriously needed a pot of hot black coffee and a good cooked breakfast, a very large cooked breakfast; I was absolutely starving and needed to build up my strength before going home. 




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