Allied Forces

The streets of London were packed with people. After months of bombings and living in fear the people of London were ready for a celebration.

The arrival of the allied forces was more than enough to kick London out of its dour spirits.

For the first time in history Military men of different nationalities openly mingled with one another. The allied forces from across the pond packed the streets chatting, drinking, and celebrating. The date was June 1st the year 1944. In a mere five days the biggest invasion in the history of the world would take place. Hundreds of thousands of troops would invade Normandy working together to take northwestern Europe back from the Nazi forces once and for all.

For now however the focus was on celebrating and taking a break from the war. The Westminster Pub was one such location, it was situated off the beaten path off of a side street and built below what looked like a banking building. The bar was overflowing with soldiers and people so much so that they ran out into the streets like a river. Everyone was smoking filling the night sky with smoke and the smell of tobacco.

“Can you believe this Dicky?”

Richard “Dicky” Thomas turned his head to the right scowling at his fellow serviceman as he brought the mug of beer back to his mouth. Dick took a large pull from the frosted glass mug gulping it down. His pointed chin bobbed as his Adam’s apple bulged. He didn’t bother to reply to his “friend” not until he sat the mug down and whipped his chin.

“You couldn’t believe it on the boat ride over either Kenny” Dick said resisting the urge to roll his eyes “Now that we’re here you still can’t believe it! Do you think that line is going to work on the women here?”

“Ah don’t be like that Dicky!” Kenny said throwing his hands up in mock surrender “Always so serious. Save it for Jerry eh?”

Dick bit back the curse that he threatened to aim his way and instead motioned for another beer. He reached into the jacket of his service uniform his strong firm hands clasping his military issues cigarettes and pulling them out. He slapped the package against the palm of his calloused hand shaking loose a cigarette that he brought to his full lips. He brought his silver lighter out next striking the primer a few times before a flickering orange flame finally appeared.

“Its just….” Dick said trying to search for the words as his warm brown eyes regarded Kenny “Unbecoming. I know your excited but we don’t want to look like such….” He said searching for the word.

“Tourist” He finally said as the bartender brought them another two mugs of alcohol.

“How can you be so calm about all this?!” Kenny said shaking his head “You’re from the Midwest just like me! We’re a long way from barns and the country side”

“Well…” Dick said taking a long drag of his cigarette and nodding his head “I can’t argue with that”

Kenny word stayed with him even as he drank his latest beer. In all the craziness, his mind hadn’t quite connected where he came from to where he was now. He thought back on his home recalling the town of his childhood Siox Fall South Dekota. He thought back on his farmstead, of his father and mother and the hard-working blue-collar life style they embraced. He thought of his brothers and sisters of the life he left behind and that was waiting for him when he came back home.
He didn’t know what to think of that life.

He had two brother’s seniors to him. He wouldn’t own the farm but would stay on as a ranch hand or perhaps be given a parcel of land. He could make a life there, a good life.

But not HIS life.

His pa always said that was his problem. He could hear the man now clear in his head. If he closed his eyes he knew he would see him sitting in his favorite rocking chair and with his pipe in hands. His father was a creature of habit, a man who enjoyed the simple things. Every night for as far back as he could remember his father would sit in his chair and smoke sometimes with a drink in hand and sometimes without. That was when he would give his “wisdom” wisdom he claimed came from years of working and living off the land.

“You got your head in the clouds my boy” He would say smoke curling around his face “Your smart too smart for your own good.”

He loved his pa to death which made his words hurt all the more. In his town leaving the family farm and doing something as fool hearted as going to college might as well be a capital crime. Joining the service was his one and only “respectable” method of escaping. Even then it was expected for him to go back after his tour of duty.

The young man sighed at the thought shaking away the memories of his father and his home and leaning back. His large framed pushed against the wooden chair causing it to create ever so softly as the all American broad-shouldered man tested it. His olive-green uniform was cut and tailored to his body showing off his large broad chest and shoulders. His arms bugled and popped against his uniforms sleeves ending in a pair of formidable large hands.

“Well I’ll see you back at base” Kenny finally said pushing himself out of the chair and stretching “I see a few birds I wouldn’t mind hunting if you catch my drift”

“Yeah yeah yeah” Dick said taking another deep drag of his cigarette “IF you make it back to base you mean”

Kenny chuckled and flipped him off. The man turned his heel and left disappearing into the crowd as it swallowed him whole. Dick watched the crowd for a few more minutes before he turned back to his beer and smoke. He enjoyed both freely letting the minutes tick into hours as he simply enjoyed the ambience London offered him.

Gretta had been in England for a little over a year. Her "foreign" accent was clearly German but no one wanted to bring it up. She had gone as far as to dye her hair brown to try to better fit in. She found a job as a seamstress a few months ago and liked to come to the pub and talk with the boys. She was pushing thirty but looked younger. Her angular Bavarian features were striking but she downplayed herself, not wanting to bring her heritage up. She was tall, five eight and thin, tipping the scale at one hundred and ten soaking wet, but she had all the curves in the right places to round out the olive dress she wore. Her skin is pale and perfect, like porcelain running down her crisp jaw line to her inviting neck and down into the "V" of the dress which seductively teased just above her cleavage.

"bum a smoke?" she said in her best hackney accent. It came across odd but her smile was intoxicating. She took in his uniform and said "yank huh? Glad you are here." She moved closer to Dicky as he seemed distant and cold from afar and now up close Gretta was not sure he was anything but.

He turned his head and couldn’t help but blush a little. He suddenly felt a little flustered and hot, telltale signs that let him know his body was very VERY attracted to the foreign girl who was currently sitting next to him. When she asked for a smoke he didn’t speak instead nodding his hand and handing her a cigarette before leaning in to light it. His nostrils flared as he did taking in her scent, an electric current flowed through his body ending in a tug in his groin that almost made him groan out loud.

“You are?” Dick said his voice a little hoarse. He hurriedly cleared it before continuing.

“Seems like every one I meet is either happy to see us or worried were going to tear the city up” He said taking another drag of his own cigarette and letting the smoke mingle with the overhead lights.

“I’m sorry where are my manners” He said shaking his head his mothers lessons in polite conversation bubbling to the fore front of his mind.

“Lieutenant Richard Thomas is my name” He said introducing himself “And yours is?”

He reached out taking her hand in his own. His large calloused hands rubbed against her knuckles as he brought it up kissing her knuckles before letting her hand drop back down. Behind them the bar grew louder as more soldiers piled in from the streets outside.

Gretta was relieved that this yank had not made some drunken comment about her accent or just groped her as he stumbled over his dick.
"Gretta" she said leaning in to his ear and letting his eyes slide down her face to her ample cleavage. "It's nice to meet you Lieutenant Richard Thomas" she said formally as he took her hand. She sat back on the bar stool and watched his rough and rugged hand gently lift her hand to his lips. There was definitely something different about this one she thought as he.
She took the cigarette and warmed to it's feel, crisp and fresh, not like the limp old ones British soldiers had. She raised it to her lips, pink with a little lip stick and closed around the paper encased tobacco. She inhaled as he brought the flame to her face and he eyes went to his. The sensation of the fresh tobacco and flush of meeting this man was good as some of the sex she had recently had.
"Thanks you" she exhaled blowing the smoke slowly, really enjoying the moment. She returned her eyes to the Lieutenant. "And what brings you to dreary old England?" she said with a smile that melted hearts. "I know you did not come all this way for me" again her smile smothered the words and the man just looked at her.
"So what do they call you Lieutenant Richard Thomas?" she said taking another drag and stretching her neck as she blew the smoke up above the bar. She leaned towards him and said quietly "or what should I call you?" as if it were some dirty secret question. From look on her new friend's face he was smitten with her, just as she hoped.

She was pure sin

At least… that’s what Dick’s mother would say. The way she moved and presented herself left little to the imagination. His eyes couldn’t help but run up and down her body taking in everything from the way her plump lips caressed the cigarette butt to the swell of her cleavage in the low cutting top she wore.
“You can call me Dick” He said his voice hoarser than he would have liked. His adams apple bobbed as he swallowed a faint line of sweat running down his neck as the heat of the bodies made the bar stifling and hot.

“As for why I am here” He said taking another deep drag of his cigarette and blowing the smoke out slowly through his nostrils “They tell me I am here to kick Jerry ass out of Europe or something to that affect. If you talk to the men I traveled with they would tell you we’re here to do what you brits couldn’t kill Hitler”

His tone and the way he shook his head spoke volumes to what he thought about THAT. The idea of combat brought resignation and fear to his eyes instead of pleasure. His powerful shoulders tightened as he brought the mug of beer to his mouth once more and took a large gulp. When he brought the pint back down there was a small moustache of white froth on his full upper lip.

“What about you?” He asked raising a bushy black eyebrow “Why are you in London? And in this bar?”

Smiling at this man, well man sized boy Gretta watched him. She watched his words and expressions disagree with his reasons for being here. She finished her cigarette and lifted her top button, which laid between her breasts and let her dress fill with air in the warm bar.
Then he asked “Why are you in London? And in this bar?” Gretta has her story ready. "I couldn't live under the Nazis. They came and killed the family next door to us. They shot an actor in our local theater." A tear welled in her eye as she explained the reason she was in this foreign country. "I hope you kill him, that bastard Hitler" she said covering her face with her hands as tears began to come. She quickly collected herself and wiped away the tears. "Could we get some air?" she asked sliding off the stool and brushing her chest into Dick's arm before sliding her arm into his and pulling him as much as encouraging him.
They pushed through the crowd as only five or six hands found Gretta's firm as under her skirt. The street was dark as the black out curtains still hung in the windows of the buildings surrounding them.
"There is a park over here" she said as her shoes tapped on the stone sidewalk arm in arm with her new friend.
"So you are an infantry man?" she asked batting her big blue eyes up at the boy from the mid west. She was happy to be with someone who seemed honorable and more than a drunken pair of hands. "You must be very brave" she said hoping he would open up to her.
They rounded a corner and before them was a city block of green grass with a few benches. There were two craters where bombs had fallen but otherwise quite lovely. She led them to a bench as they sat. There was no one around and for a few minutes at least they could leave the war behind.

Dick stiffened when she opened up. It was subtle but there, the realization that she was indeed German. The cockney accent finally reached his ear which sounded off now that it was coupled with the news. Thankfully Dick wasn’t a man who judged based on nationality and country. He gradually began to relax and adapt to the news his posture becoming less rigid and more relaxed as she talked about getting out of here. He nodded letting her lead him out and shivering at the way her full chest brushed against his arm. He didn’t bother to comment on her “kill Hitler” comment as the idea of killing anyone still left the man with a deep-seated discomfort.

This was war, he would see men die all around him next week. He would take up arms against an enemy that he was told was evil. It didn’t work that way though… not in the real world. Everyone had a reason for being here…
Everyone had someone they were fighting for.

When she said he was brave he couldn’t help but laugh.

“I don’t know about brave” He told her shaking his head “I love my country and want to see it defended but brave? That’s subject to debate”

They reached a park and he waited for her to sit down before doing so himself. He tipped his head back and his nostrils flared breathing in the night air and centering himself. His eyes took in the stars above for a few seconds before he got up. His strong sure hands picked the buttons on his overcoat shrugging it off and offering it to her before sitting back down.

“The night is chilly” He explained flicking the butt of his cigarette onto the cobblestone pavement.

The breeze picked up as the Thames was only a block away. She gladly took his coat and wrapped it around herself. It was warm and smelled of this man she had just met.
Something he said struck her as odd. “I love my country and want to see it defended ..." he had said.
"You feel you are defending your country?" she asked as if the idea never struck her. She thought the Americans where here out of some loyalty to England and France, not self preservation. She leaned into his arm that he rested over the back of the bench. She could feel his heart through his ribs pounding. He was either nervous or excited or both she thought.
"So what do you do again in the army? Your in the army right?" she asked as she looked up with her face only inches from his. "and when are you shipping out?" her questions were awkward but could be on account of English being her second language. She looked away into the night, the cold dark night and said "it doesn't matter. You will leave and I will be here trying to survive." her words drifted off as her face turned sad again. She smiled as she turned back to him, "I am glad I met you Dick."

“I do” He said in reply to her question.

“The nazi war machine will never stop reaching for land and power” Dick explained biting his lip in pleasure as she curled against him “We Americans have already pissed them off by refusing to back them. Once they have conquered here they will surely come after us. Plus, I don’t like bullies… and there isn’t a bully on the world more powerful than Adolf Hitler”

“You do ask many questions” He said laughing and shaking his head “I’d almost mistake you for a German spy if I wasn’t so low on the chain of command.”

“I am in the army” He explained to her smiling “I’m a gunnery chief I will be manning the artillery and what not during the attack. Me and my squad will be responsible for keeping the Nazi on their toes and not giving them any breathing room.”

“Also I’m glad I met you” He said smiling at her “And yes I leave in a week…. I’ll be doing my own surviving I suppose”

Gretta had been around for a while and his accusation of "I’d almost mistake you for a German spy..." She ignored it.
"Artillery huh?" Do you have a big gun you can shoot?" she asked as her German accent was overriding her English. She snuggled closer as the wind blew harder.

“Something like that” He said wrapping his hands around her and pulling her closer.

“I mostly direct the men to fire but I am trained in how to operate it” He told her watching the moon in the sky.

Gretta smiled as he held her tight. She like the feeling of his arms around her and for once in a long time she felt safe. She was a playful girl back in the mountains of Bavaria and had lost most of that with the war but her time with this new stranger was having an effect on her.
"You direct their fire huh?" she said with a tone of obscenity. "But you think you could fire too, if you had to?" She leaned her hips into him making her joke clear. As the awkward pause between then of this farm boys nerves was discomforting she reached into his pocket and got out his cigarettes. She held one for him to take in his lips. Then she put on in her lips and then let him light them. They smoked in silence as the wind blew and for a few moments at least they could enjoy themselves.
Gretta moved her right hand to his thigh and looked over at him for any rejection.
"Time is so fleeting" she said almost philosophically, but clearly a nod to seizing the day or night as the case may be. Her eyes held his and in that moment all awkwardness disappeared.
Of course like any war it has a way of ruining the best moments as the air raid sirens began to wail. Gretta jumped up and said "this way" leading Dick away from where they had come to a building with an air raid shelter sign above a stone archway over stairs leading downward.

Dick felt almost out of his body as the woman pulled him off of the bench. Their entire time together had taken on an almost surreal quality to it. For the farm boy the idea of a woman being so bold as to even do something like push her hips against his was unreal. His father had warned him about foreign girls and “loose morals” but Dick never would have expected it to be so true.
Or so invigorating.

Her words stuck with him about life being fleeting. They brought him a strange sense of comfort. Soon he would be hundreds of thousands of miles away from home and possibly dying in a foreign land. He would be doing it to protect the people he cared about back home and to win back the lands of people he didn’t even know. Yet he could die just as easily back home from a thousand different ways and accidents.

Life was fleeting after all

They reached the air raid shelter which was packed with service men and civilians. Dick took control leading her through the throng of people that pressed against them on all sides. Dick body was all but slammed into her as they moved deeper and deeper into the sea of people. They finally reached a corner that wasn’t as full of people and stood there along with everyone else as the roof rumbled above them.

The raucous banter of the bar and restaurants soon died down as the ground began to shake and the bombs started finding targets or whatever they could. Gretta held on to Dick who stood tall and looked ready to fight.
A couple bumped into Gretta's back as they made out like drunken teens, well, they were drunken teens. The moved back as Dick and Gretta watched them. Gretta then turned to Dick and smiled. The room was dark with shadows and people in overcoats as the weather had turned cold. Gretta had spent a sweaty night in this shelter a few months before with a girlfriend. A very different experience.
The couple next to them was sighing and oblivious to everything other than the other. Gretta watched as the man felt the woman's breasts under her coat. She ran her hand down his pants. It was immoral and obscene but it was war and a bomb dropped just right could end them all. Gretta looked at Dick who wouldn't help but watch the couple behind Gretta.
They sat on the floor with tier backs against he ancient stone wall and laid Dick's overcoat over them like a blanket. No one paid much attention as the dust fell as bomb after bomb thudded above.
Gretta took a deep breath and looked at Dick with a smile and then slid her hand into his lap. He was rock hard, probably from months on a ship with thousands of men and millions of pin up pictures as well as the last half hour with Gretta and the couple next to them. She smiled up at him then leaned to his ear and said "I am not some easy slut or something. I just like you and can make you feel good, OK?"
She began to lower his zipper as his raised knees tented the coat over her hand movements. She reached into his zipper and managed to free his stiff shaft.
Gretta looked around but everyone was looking the other way or huddling together paying them no attention in the shadows. She began to stroke Dick's cock under the coat.
"Does it feel good?" she whispered into his ear then kissed his ear and ran her tongue along his lobe.

Overhead the bombs went off causing the roof to shake and rumble. He watched as all around them men, women, and children clutched at each other in fear. Was this going to be it for him? Dying in a bunker before he even got to the front lines. Was that Jerrys plan? To bomb the ever-loving shit out of London and try to kill the allied forces before they could kill them?

The bodies pressed in on all sides and suddenly Dick felt uncomfortably hot. He began to sweat as claustrophobia set in constricting around his heart like a coil as a couple behind jostled them. He let Greta lead him down onto the ground where she laid his overcoat over both of their bodies. He let her to wrapped up in his own minds and fears as dust fell and rained on his head.

He didn’t even realize he was hard not until her hand was wrapping around his cock. He gulped in pleasure as she leaned in his hard cock throbbing in his hand. She could feel every ridge, every vein as his cock grew harder and harder from her ministrations.

“Yes that feels good” He gasped his head tipping back and his eyes fluttering closed “We cant do this hear though… fuck I need you”

Gretta was nervous but she had spent many nights in the shelter. It was an odd place to be.
The couple behind them not longer cared and were having full on intercourse. People understood between the drinking and the fear people did things normal society frowned upon. The adults would turn their backs and shield the children as the woman tried to accept the man but she had needs too.
Gretta lifted the jacked and laid her head down under it in his lap and began to lick Dick's head. She could taste his salty precum and knew he was twisted in knots. Between war and her and probably going to die and bombs falling on his head she wanted to give him a break. She pressed him into her lips and sucked him quietly under the coat. She tried not to move her head too much and if anyone looked, as if they cared, they would think he was comforting her as his hands moved over the coat laying on her thick hair. She swirled her tongue and sucked the head bobbing just enough to feel his heart race and his cock throb.

Before he could say anything her head disappeared under the coat they were using as a blanket. Seconds later he bit back a low groan as her lips began to envelope and caress her cock. He felt his cock stiffen and grow even harder under her ministrations. His hand began to move on its own according rubbing and caressing her head as she continued to lick and suck him in pleasure.

After a few minutes his balls began to tighten pulsating under her chin as his cock stiffened. He began to pant and writhe his cock trembling and jerking in her mouth as he got closer and closer….

The all clear sounded from ahead turning the lights back on and illuminating the room. Dick practically jumped out of his own skin. He hurriedly pulled her off and stuffed his groaning cock back into his pants. It throbbed painfully in the tight dress uniform longing to get free as he followed the rest of the procession out of the air raid bunker. The streets for the most part looked safe however smoke could be seen coming from several of the surrounding neighborhoods.

“We should get back ot your home” He said draping his coat over her shoulders “it’s not safe”

Gretta felt shocked. Dick and jumped up so quick it was as if she had done something wrong. Most guys would stand naked for her to perform fellatio on them. She stumbled as he pulled her up and out the door.

"Uhhh" Gretta stammered and wished it was different but said "we can't go there."

She looked around at the damage and then at Dick. "I guess you should go back to your base" she said with a sad tone as if they were missing a golden opportunity. "Somethings are not meant to be" she said softly.

“I don’t believe that” Dick replied frowning at her words. So they couldn’t go back to her place and she was giving up? That seemed unlike the woman who was just doing such an obscene act in the shelter. Did he do something wrong? He was tempted to ask before he decided that it would be better to just find them a place offer and see if she wanted it or not.

Luckily this was London with plenty of hotels and places to stay the night. He grabbed her hand and pulled her along his eyes searching for an Inn or pub. He found one easily enough a few blocks down still open and taking patrons.

“I am going to go in there and get a room” He said pointing with his thumb “You can come with me or not inside. I don’t want this night to end with you but I am also prepared to let you go…. What do you wish to do?”

Gretta bit her nail as she was known to do when nervous. Her big blue eyes looking at the soldier. The taste and feel of his cock still fresh in her mouth she was not ready to go home to her lonely bed tonight.
"OK but you go get the room then I will come in and follow you up"{ she said looking around as though she feared being watched.
She leaned over and kissed him on the neck then sighed "i want to finish what we started" letting her hand run across his still hard cock.
Gretta loved the Americans who had been on a ship for weeks. If they were not hard as a rock she knew they had been getting off other ways on their trip over. Dickie was hard as a rock and she knew that meant a long hard endless night.

He nodded moaning in pleasure when she ran his hand over his cock. His eyes flashed with lust and need and he was off moving into the night as he found them a hotel room. It only took him a matter of moments to find a tavern willing to rent them out a room. He made the arrangements paid for it and then walked outside to tell her.

Once she was aware of it he moved back into the tavern. He nodded at the bar keep and went up to the top floor. He found the rented room easily enough and came inside taking off his coat and going to sit on the edge of the bed.

Gretta waited for a few minutes before entering the tavern. She knew it and the owner gave her a glance but that was about it as she moved up the stairs. She took off her coat revealing her full chest as she unbuttoned a button seductively. She climbed the stairs still tasting the soap from Dickie's well washed cock in her mouth. Her nipples were hard under the sturdy bra required to support her Bavarian chest.
She stepped to the door and paused. She looked in her pocketbook confirming she had her pistol and her camera just in case.
She knocked and leaned against the door frame.The door swung open and Gretta said "anyone lonely in here?" with her big blue eyes looking up from her golden locks splashed over her forehead.