Ww2

[EroticLiteracy]

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.

 

[Britwitch]

“We meet and the angels sing, the angels sing the sweetest song I’ve ever heard,” The staccato clack of her modest heels on the cobbles struck an accompaniment to the tune she was singing softly on her way to work. It was one of the hits from a few years back, before the bombs and the boys going off to war, she’d loved it then and still did. It reminded her of how life had once been. How simple it used to be.

But those times were gone, just as surely as the bombs had decimated streets and lives across the capital, Beatrice knew her life would never be the same.

Looking in the mirror before she left showed her the stark reality of life now. She was slimmer than she’d been when war had broken out, thanks to rations and the daily stress of the air raid sirens. With everything in short supply it was a case of make do and mend, so old dresses had been altered time and time again to make sure they were vaguely flattering. The red dress she was wearing had definitely seen better days but it was clean and it wasn’t like she was going to a dance. She knew it was likely to be covered in all manner of stains by the time she got home.

Make up was used sparingly, hair care products the same. Luckily her long brown hair had a natural wave that meant she had a relatively easy task when it came to styling it for her shifts at her uncle’s pub. Her natural complexion was fair enough to go without powder, although it was paler than she remembered it being, but few hours behind the bar soon put enough colour in her cheeks to make blush unnecessary.

Her green eyes were still as keen as ever, although she knew they held the same sad quality that so many eyes did these days. Eyes that had seen the aftermath of the bombs, heard the worst kinds of news of those she cared for the most. Like a lot of Londoners she still felt she was one of the luckier ones. Her home was still standing, she still had a job. Yes, she had had to mourn the loss of a brother who had been so excited at the prospect of fighting for King and country and who instead had fallen somewhere in Northern France in the first months of the invasion and would never come home, but she was lucky...in lots of ways...

Crossing the road and nearing the Westminster she knew it was going to be ‘one of those’ nights. The crowds were drinking outside on the pavement and she’d been able to hear the quiet roar of voices from several streets away. Busy nights went quicker though, she had to admit, the hours melted away amongst the shouted orders and dodgy lines from the soldiers, almost all of whom were far from home and "looking for someone special to spend the night with, in case they never made it back again". So far she'd manage to avoid romantic liaisons and she had no intention of changing that fact any time soon. Wartime love affairs were all too often short lived and at 26 she was far too young to become a widow.

“Watcha, Bea!” an older gentleman called out with a cheery wave as she approached, his ruddy cheeks almost glowing.

“Alright, Alf,” Beatrice smiled, “You been here long?” The colour of his face and the glaze in his eyes answered her question.

“Not too long, nah, but going home soon anyway. Just wanted to see your lovely face, my dear, before I did.”

“You flatter me, Alf, you flatter me,” she teased as she snatched up some empty glasses that had been left on a window sill and dived through the door between patrons on their way out for fresh air.

The pub was full to the gills, standing room only by all accounts, with uniforms of just about every description as far as the eye could see.
Weaving between the throng she moved between tables collecting empty glasses, exchanging friendly banter with the regulars and dodging wandering hands from those servicemen who fancied their chances.

She’d just deposited her collection of glasses onto the bar when she was knocked almost entirely off her feet by a group of soldiers, swaying with their arms around each other and bellowing a song at the top of their voices

"Bloody hell!" She fell back and landed heavily against whoever happened to be behind her at the bar and going by the tinkling sound of glass that followed, knocked their drink from their hand.

"Oi! Watch what you're doing!" She growled, struggling back onto her feet and shoving the men who'd knocked her over with no small amount of force. "You want to dance best find the nearest dance hall ‘cos this ain’t the place!”

Whirling on the spot she shot the man sat at the bar, now wearing the best part of his drink on his uniform, an apologetic smile. "I’m so sorry about that, mate.” Her expression genuinely sorry as she let her eyes take in the sizeable mark to his clothes. “This lot are so busy living for the moment they forget they’re not the only ones it in. Look, don't worry about your drink, I'll get you another!" Weaving through the crowd she rounded the end of the bar and reappeared behind it. Quickly filling a fresh glass with a pint and moving along until she spotted the soldier she'd crashed into moments before.

"It's on the house," she smiled with a wink before continuing down the bar to deal with the scrum quickly forming at the far end, calling out sternly as she approached. “Right, who’s next? And you wait your turn calmly or your turn don’t come any time soon!”

One by one she dealt with the eager faces at the bar, pouring measures and pints left and right and soon the mass of orders had been dealt with. At last she had time to clear away some glasses and wipe down the bar. Working her way along the polished wood she soon found herself beside the soldier from earlier.

"Hope you've dried off a bit," she commented jovially, "can I get you anything? While there's a lull in the storm."

 

[EroticLiteracy]

The hours continued to tick by and Dick gradually began to get lose in his own assorted musing. Before long he pulled a simple leather notebook out of his uniform and a pencil. He began to rite journaling his thoughts with a long flowing scrawl that was equal parts pretty and messy. He wrote about London and the boat ride over, he wrote about the bombed-out homes and evidence of the war, mostly he wrote about his own feelings his disdain at the idea of fighting and growing trepidation about the invasion.

“Is this what man has become?” He wrote underling man “Destroyers of each other?”

Before he could write more on the subject something heavy crashed against his side. His beer tipped over thankfully missing his notebook and finding his shoulder instead. The cold liquid seeped through the fabric of his clothing staining it as a woman to his side hurriedly apologized.

“Its fine” He mumbled picking at his shirt and frowning. He grabbed his note book scooping it up and pocketing it in the clean side of his uniform before turning to the girl. His eyes widened as he took her in traveling up and down her flame as red colored his tan cheeks. Her beauty disarmed him causing him to stutter ever so slightly as she offered to get him another beer. She was gone before he could find his voice coming back seconds later and depositing a fresh pint in front of him.

“Thank you” He managed to stutter out, but she was already gone moving firmly to the men over in the corner who were getting rowdier. He watched her dress as she moved away, admired the way it kissed her ankles as his tongue flicked out across his lips.

He suddenly found himself with more cause to stay in the bar. He nursed the pint she gave sipping at it as he tried to not so subtly watch her. There was something…. Just about her that he couldn’t quite shake. She handled the bar with a firm hand making sure no one was acting too rowdy whilst also making sure no one went without a drink. An hour stretched by and she was still at it! Not having lost a step!

When she started to come back toward him he ran a hand through his hair. He did his best to look normal as he finally drained the rest of the frothing pint of larger. He felt the rush of the beer hit his system and he blinked rapidly trying to keep his cool as she came over to talk to him.

“Uh some food if you have it!” He called out over the dim noise of the pub. More and more people were starting to spill in from the streets. The heat was starting to get to him evidence of it on his face as he hurriedly wiped his sleeve against his forehead “and water!”

“My name is Richard but my friends call me Dick” He said to her “Is this your pub? I couldn’t help but notice your excellent command of it. I don’t think I have ever seen a gal move so fast in heels!”

 

[Britwitch]

"There's stew or there might be a pie leftover from lunch but don't ask me what's in either of 'em," she grinned, filling a tall glass with water from a jug. "Either way it'll be a shilling."

"Pleasure to meet you, Richard," Beatrice replied setting the glass before him and calling through his order to the kitchen behind the bar. "I'm Beatrice and no, this isn't mine, although I'm here often enough it feels like I should probably think about living here."

She poured another glass of water, this time for herself, and took a long sip.
"It's my Uncle's but I've been working here since I was a nipper. Cleaning tables and collecting glasses for pennies back in the day and then as soon as I was tall enough to look over the bar, I was pulling pints."

"And thanks, I learnt from my Aunt. She was a formidable landlady, god rest her. Friend to everyone but woe betide anyone who broke any of her house rules." Beatrice chuckled, thinking back to the times she'd watched her diminutive aunt cut down men more than twice her size for swearing or otherwise upsetting her sensibilities.

She'd left them in the Blitz, the shelter she'd been in had taken a direct hit. At least it had been quick. After that Beatrice had started working almost full time in the pub, to keep an eye on her Uncle as much as anything.

"And going by your accent I'd say you're quite the way from home, lieutenant," she added, having noticed his rank from his uniform. "I hope London's been treating you well. I know not everyone's overly thrilled that you boys are over here but anything that gets us closer to the end of this bloody war has to be a good thing, at least to my way of thinking anyway."

The noise level in the pub rose sharply as the queue at the bar started to build once more and Beatrice found herself surprisingly disappointed at having to leave the rather dashing American for a little while.

"Looks like I need to get back down there," she indicated the other end of the bar with her head before draining the rest of the water from her glass, "before things kick off again but your food should be ready shortly. You're sure I can't get you anything else, before I head back into the breech?"

 

[EroticLiteracy]

“I’ll take the pie” Dick said fishing the money out of his damp pocket and placing it down on the bar. He watched as she scooped it up admiring her hands and wondering how they would feel against him. He was so lost in his thoughts about her that he almost missed her questions! He blushed hoping the dumb look on his face might look attractive in the light.

“So far it has” He said clearing his throat “I just got here yesterday but they have us all set up in a nice barracks and they gave us some money to use around town. It’s the largest city I have ever been in! This is nothing compared to South Dakota”

Before he could say anything the voices in the bar got louder. She mumbled something quickly to him and then she was gone hurrying through the crowd as she tried to keep control of what sounded like her uncle’s bar. Dick took advantage of the time to pull his journal out and jot down the information she gave. He wrote about her the London girl who tended to a bar like a man, the one who captured his interest. Once he was sure he had everything he put the notebook back taking the food that was brought out to him and thanking the bar keep who brought it to him.

He debated leaving but found he didn’t want to. The barrack would be full of inebriated men and he had no desire to go and deal with all the male testosterone. He mentally counted his money and decided he would go find a hotel for the night. Sleeping in a room that was just his sounded simply divine.

He tucked into his stew moaning in pleasure as the hot greasy food filled his belly. He ordered another water and sipped it as he ate watching the bar finally mellow out and glancing at the time.

“Two AM” He murmured pulling out his father’s beat up old pocket watch and checking it “I wonder when she closes the bar?”

He knew it was silly to try and wait for her but he also knew himself well enough to know he wasn’t moving. Whatever it was about her that had him hooked definitely over rid his common sense. He glanced at her once more wondering if she noticed he was not moving and what she made of that. Did she think anything of him? Shit Dick was so wet behind the ears when it came to girls! He spent a few more minutes fretting before he finally decided to relax. When she came back over he smiled at her pushing his empty stew plate away and regarding her.

“When does the bar close?” He asked her over the dim noise.

 

[Britwitch]

In between orders Beatrice found her eyes stealing back along the bar to the quiet GI working his way through the stew. There was something different about him. The other soldiers, the Americans especially, were usually so forward. So handsy. He was almost shy. It was intriguing.

The fact that he was more than a little handsome didn't hurt either. He looked like he'd fallen out of a movie with his jawline and broad shoulders. Beatrice wasn't given to swooning but she had to admit there would be worse things to look at than lieutenant Richard.

Slowly but surely she dealt with the crowd and the pub started to empty. Wiping her hands on a dishtowel she headed back up the bar, giving herself a quick glance in the mirrored wall behind the bar. Relieved to see she didn't look too flushed and dishevelled. Almost as relieved as she was to see he hadn't left just yet.

"Was it good?" she asked, picking up the empty plate with a smile.

"And what time do we close?" Beatrice grinned, raising a finger and gesturing to the furthest end of the bar where her fellow barmaid rang an old ship's bell. The sound met with load, almost theatrical, groans from the patrons. "About now. It's usually last orders much earlier but given the crowds tonight Uncle Reg thought we might as well stay open a little longer."

As the people began to filter out through the doors, Beatrice slipped out from behind the bar and began clearing tables. Bidding patrons goodnight, hoping they got home safely - no falling into craters on the way.

When the bar was almost empty she turned to see him still sat at the bar.

"Don't you have somewhere you should be?" she teased, gently, tipping her head to the side slightly as she walked over. "You do know you can't stay here all night, don't you?"

An older man shuffled out from a corner, his face weathered by time and loss. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders and kissing her cheek on his way past, "Another busy night tonight, you did well. Lock up for me, won't you, Bea. And don't you be walking home at this time of night, your Aunt would never have allowed it. You stay here tonight, yes?"

"Of course, Reg. And thank you."

Her uncle's sharp eyes darted to the officer and sparkled mischievously as he looked back to his niece for a moment or two.

"You're out late, young man. Back in my day we'd get into all kinds of trouble if we got back to barracks at this time of night. Best you find somewhere to lay your head. No hotels round here though.

"Bea, dear, there's that spare room upstairs. You know, the one at the back. Why don't you show him the way before you head to bed, it's a waste of a perfectly good room that might as well get some use before our luck runs out and they bomb this place to hell like they have pretty much everything else."

Leaving her slightly open mouthed, her uncle chuckled to himself as he vanished around the bar and his heavy footsteps could be heard heading upstairs.

"Well," Beatrice cleared her throat quietly. "It's entirely up to you. It will be late when you get back to your barracks and I'd hate to think you'd gotten into trouble so early on in your stay here. But I can show you upstairs, if you want."

 

[EroticLiteracy]

It was amazing how things worked out

Call it fate, serendipity, or just plain good luck. Dick suddenly found himself completely alone with the object of his infatuation and given permission to stay in the same building with her to boot! Dick was so shocked by the entire thing he didn’t get a chance to say thank you until the man was almost at the door.
“Thank you, Sir,!” He called out catching him just as he moved through the threshold leading outside. The door slammed shut with a click leaving them alone in the empty dusty bar as the hearth crackled to the left of them.

“I should help you get this place cleaned up” Dick said sliding out of the chair and stretching. The blood flowed back to his legs and he began to walk taking stock of the bar. His hands went to his damp olive jacket unbuttoning the brass button and shrugging it off of his powerful frame. He stood there in a simple white T shirt one that was half see through because of the earlier drink. His pecs flexed as he went over to the coat rack putting it up as well as his hat before turning to her.

“Least I could do for getting out of the barracks” He said smiling at her before he started to move around the bar. He began to stack the chairs humming to himself as he worked.

“My uncle had a bar” He said stacking chairs feeling an odd desire to talk to her about himself “well he liked to think it was a bar. It was more just a place for the men in my town to go and drink themselves under the table. It didn’t last long, some fool decided one day to burn it down and they all went back to drinking in the barn where their wives couldn’t see”

He chuckled at that turning to her and crossing his arms across his broad chest.
“I hope you don’t find it to forward to tell you you’re pretty” He said blushing “I suppose it’s no surprise since I stayed here all night waiting to get you alone”

 

[Britwitch]

Beatrice didn't try to hide her smile when he offered to help clean up. He obviously wanted to stay and that was a very pleasant surprise.

While he stacked chairs she set about washing the glasses and setting them out to dry before bringing a small bucket and a rag to wipe down the tables that filled the room. Most were slightly sticky and marked with water rings.

She listened as he spoke of his Uncle's bar, trying to imagine such a place. The furthest West she'd ever been was Plymouth and that was hardly the States, not by a long shot. She'd always loved the idea of travelling but it was a dream she was pretty sure she was destined not to follow. Not while the world was at war at any rate.

“I hope you don’t find it to forward to tell you you’re pretty.”

She felt her cheeks flus hotly as he complimented her so bluntly.
"N-no, not at all, thank you," she smiled shyly, trying to focus on the task at hand. "That's very sweet of you to say so."

“I suppose it’s no surprise since I stayed here all night waiting to get you alone.”

"You did?" She looked up, a little surprised to find him closer than she'd remembered. There were still several feet between them but now that they were alone, everything seemed a little more...real.

She could see so much more of his figure now that he'd taken off his jacket, see for herself the breadth and strength in his upper body. As their paths had crossed while tidying up she'd gotten a whiff of his aftershave more than once. It was masculine and clean and sent a small tremor dancing down her spine whenever she smelt it.

"Well that's...that's quite the compliment." Beatrice admitted, dropping the cloth into the bucket and moving to lean back on a table, her hands resting behind her to prop herself up slightly.

"And now, that you have me alone...?" her words were softer now, her tone a little huskier.

 

[EroticLiteracy]

The fire crackled to the left of him letting out a billowing cushion of warm air. He suddenly became very VERY aware that they were alone. The bar was closed and locked and unless her uncle came back they would be alone for the rest of the night. He swallowed hard trying to fight the lump in his throat as she leaned against the table.

He knew he should end things here not because he didn’t want them but because it would be to forward to tumble into bed together. His mother would surely not approve. There was also the small matter of him having never DONE this before and the tap on the back of his head that said she HAD.
But he didn’t want it to end

“Well I hadn’t quite gotten that far” He said putting the wooden chair in his hands down and coming over to her “But I suppose I want to kiss you”

He stopped in front of her and reached out the pad of his thumb gently pressing against her cheek. He was possessed with the sudden desire to know how her lips tasted and leaned in before he could stop himself. His damp shirt pressed against her red dress as he kissed her his full lips pressing against her own as he groaned in response. The fire behind them continued to crackle the only sound in the room save for the gentle smack of their lips against each other. He didn’t stop kissing her pressing himself against her as he gave in to the pleasure and continued to kiss her passionately and freely.

 

[Britwitch]

She watched him lower the chair he'd been holding to the linoleum and walk towards her. Long legs smoothly eating up the space between them until his tall frame was before her own. He was tall, taller than her at any rate. Wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue she pushed herself up off the table to stand, her heels lending her some height but not enough to bring her face level with his.

His palm was warm when it made contact with her cheek, it's size allowing him to cradle almost the entire side of her face within it. Beatrice smiled softly, tilting her face up to allow their eyes to meet.

Then he kissed her.

Their lips and mouths melding together as her arms rose to rest on his shoulders and curl around his neck, allowing his arms to steal around her in the process. Tentative kisses soon gave way to more wanton ones, her sighs blended with his groans as their bodies moved ever closer.

She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the solidity of him, as well as the dampness from his shirt seeping into her dress. She was swept away by the passion in his kisses. This sort of thing didn’t happen to her, not that she hadn’t had offers every now and then, she just didn’t act on them. But there was something about him that she could help finding incredibly attractive. More than his features, something in his manner that was endearing and charming and even as the kiss deepened further still and she could feel their hips naturally shifting in response to one another she still knew he was different from most of the other men she’d come across in the course of her life.

With an audible sigh she pulled back, lowering her arms and moving her hands to his chest, pushing gently to allow their heads to part and their eyes to meet. Her lips could still feel his against them, taste them. It had been too long since she’d felt anything like it and the first time she’d ever felt like a kiss might not be enough to quench the desire burning deep inside her.

“We…I…I should probably show you where your room is…” she murmured more than a little breathlessly.

She wasn’t saying she wanted things to stop but she wasn’t entirely sure they should continue. That small rational voice in her mind was whispering how easily a night of passion could turn into a lifetime of regret. She had seen too many times young women like her give in to a handsome smile and a well-cut uniform. Young women who would now end the war, whenever it came, as a mother to child who would never know their father. That fate would not be hers, no matter how charming Dick seemed to be. She’d known him only a few hours, spoken very little at all.

Pressing her lips back against his for a softer, more lingering kiss than those that had preceded it, she then slipped out from between him and the table and held out her hand to lead him upstairs.

“That is, of course, if you want to stay…?”

 

[EroticLiteracy]

When their lips finally pulled away Dick his lips cry out in protest. His world swam as she talked as the endorphins and lust rushed through every nerve in his body. The bar was suddenly hot and humid and he was sweating as he breathed heavily from the kiss. One line of sweat ran down his arm tracing the curve of his biceps as they flexed and his hands twitched. His body was eager… so eager to get back to her that when she offered her hand he immediately took it and nodded.

He wasn’t EXACTLY sure what she said because… well he hadn’t been listening. He was too busy starring at her lips watching them form words and imagining said words speller over his body. Dick couldn’t remember a time in his life when he was so excited, so eager to claim a woman and know her in the most carnal of ways.
They moved up the old staircase and it groaned in response as the wooden boards shifted. They reached the second landing a simple second floor with a narrow hallway and three doors. There was a large window at the end of the hall show casing London in all its glory to the two of them. He noticed the rain beating against the window pane like tiny fist and seconds later lightning crashed from above and rocked the house.

“Back home we were always scared of storms” He murmured glancing at her “Lot could happen to a farm during a storm, all it took was one spark one bolt of energy to light a fire”

His eyes carried their own fire within them. A wanton desire so pure that there could be no denying what he wanted to do to her. He hesitated however not moving from the stair case as he waited to see where she fell. It was clear he was intent on remaining his nobility, that he wouldn’t move again until he got the okay from her.

 

[Britwitch]

She used the short time it took to climb the stairs to try and regain some control over herself. Even though her lips were still tingling from the touch of his lips moments before and she could feel her insides thrilling at the hold his hand had of hers. Despite her attempts to stop it her imagination was wondering how those large, warm hands would feel against other parts of her.

When they reached the landing she paused. Three doors lined the narrow corridor. The first was the guest bedroom, the middle was the bathroom and the last door was the room she called her own whenever she stayed there. The hallway lighting up as lightning arced across the sky outside the window. She hadn't even realised it was raining but the loud boom of thunder that followed the flash, confirming the severity of the storm, made her jump a little closer to her newfound friend.

"I'd almost forgotten how loud thunder can be," she admitted quietly, "I think perhaps we've all gotten so used to the crashing boom of bombs that we'd forgotten how powerful nature can be."

Her eyes met his as another flash of lightning sparked through the clouds. The need and desire that met her gaze was almost overwhelming, she'd had men show her attention before but never had she had someone look at her with such...passion.

Her breathing was shallow and quick and she knew it, along with the racing of her pulse, had very little to do with the scare the storm had just given her.

"I...er...this, this is where you can...this is the spare room..." Beatrice stammered, leading him towards the first door. "I'll be down there," she indicated with her head along the corridor, "in case you, you know, need anything. At all."

Theirs hands were still holding one another's, neither one apparently sure of what they should do. Follow desire or obey reason.

"I should head to bed," she eventually managed to whisper, "it's been a long night." It was the truth and she meant what she said, it was time she got into bed...but which bed would she end up sleeping in.

In that moment, she couldn't be sure of the answer.

 

[EroticLiteracy]

They stood their hanging at the edge of the staircase. Above them the sky opened up pelting the tin roof with a torrent of rain intercut with thunder that shook the window pane. The smell of rain began to seep into the building causing Dicks nostrils to flare in response as he took in the ambience. It was like something out of a romance novel, a situation that could only be penned in a book detailing a romantic liaison…. Yet it was happening to HIM.

She said something about heading to bed looking so adorably nervous that Dicks heart clenched painfully in his chest. His white teeth came down on the soft flesh of his lower lip teasing and biting it as indecision struck him. He should wait…. Go to his bed and spend the next few days getting to know her. Doing the other, especially after just having met was not something a respectable gentleman did.
On the other hand.

In a week he could be dead in a foreign land. There was every chance he would never see home again let alone London. Did he really have the time to wait? Did he really have the time to take things slow?

He reached out acting on instinct. His large firm hand clasped her wrist and he pulled her to him once more. Their lips met just as a bolt of lightning crashed to the ground outside. The thunder that shook the house was drowned out by the sound of their hearts beating against each other as they kissed passionately once more.

After several long minutes, he came up for air. His hand slid from their place on her full ass and to the small of her back. With a firm press he brought them closer together he buried his nose into her hair breathing the scent in before releasing her.

“Join me if you want” He told her softly touching her cheek before releasing her. He moved over to the guest bedroom opening the door with an audible CREEEEEK before stepping inside. He left it open a silent invitation to match his bold one. Once inside he stripped out of his shirt revealing his muscular tan back. His hands went to his belt buckle undoing it and hesitating before letting it drop and revealing his white tight boxer briefs.

 

[Britwitch]

The sound of the storm intensifying outside seemed to spur them both into action, although in very different ways.
She had just opened her mouth to bid him goodnight, his hesitation proving he wasn't certain they should continue and so to their own rooms they would go, when his hand took hold of her wrist. Large digits wrapping easily around the slender joint and tugging her towards him. Her parted lips crashed into his and soon the storm faded against the heat and power of his kiss.

Breathing heavily she returned his kiss, hands rising to cling to his shoulders, worried her knees might weaken and spill her to the floor. His large hands slid down to her rounded behind, drawing her closer still.

When at last they had to pause, to breathe if nothing else, his hands rose and tugged her against him a little more firmly. Her chest pushing up against his, all space and air eliminated between their bodies. She could feel his heart hammering from deep within his chest, the heat of his body leeching into her own.

Then that heat was gone as he stepped back, a whispered invitation and with one final touch to her cheek he moved to open the door and step into the room beyond it.

She watched as his shirt was peeled away from his upper body, revealing broad shoulders and a muscled torso in the gloom. Then his trousers dropped to the floor and she knew it was now or never.

Go to bed or follow a need she had never known before. And if the war had it's way, might never know again.

Biting her lip nervously she made her decision.

With barely a sound she stepped across the threshold into the spare bedroom and closed the door softly behind her.

Moving behind him she let her fingertips rise and gently stroke across his shoulder blades. He seemed taller and wider here in the half dark. She'd never touched a man before, not like this. His skin was smooth and hot, his scent heady in the small space. Leaning closer, while pushing herself up onto her toes, she pressed her lips gently against the back of his shoulder. Kissing lightly and sighing softly close to his ear. Then another kiss, closer to the nape of his neck, then again and again. The front of her dress brushing his lower back as she worked her way across his back from one side to the other.

When at last she reached the far side she stepped around him so that they were stood face to face. Smiling coyly to see his bare chest, his toned legs and the unquestionable bulge in his underwear. Taking a small step back, so as not to hit him as much as to afford him a better view, she reached up to unbutton her dress.
The series of small buttons that ran down the front of her dress were one by one opened to reveal the creamy skin and pale underwear beneath. Letting the red fabric slid to the floor to pool around her ankles, she stood before him in her ivory coloured brassiere and girdle. Stockings were a luxury she hadn’t been able to enjoy for the last couple of years so it was bare legs, still in her heels, that rose as she stepped out of her dress and paused. Her modest but undoubtedly feminine curves were now his to view as he wanted, she’d never been in such a state of undress with a man before, the sensation very different to visiting the beaches at Brighton or South End.

Another flash and crash from the storm outside illuminating the room for a fleeting moment, allowing her to see every inch of his exposed skin. The flesh tanned and taut across the muscles rippling beneath the surface.

She wondered for a moment how her narrow waist and flared hips compared to the figures of the women he must have grown up around in America. Her only frame of reference was the stars of the movies she’d been lucky enough to see and she was sure you couldn’t get further from those curvaceous, glamorous beauties than her with her slim curves, softly waving hair and the freckles that were sprinkled across her nose.

“I…I’ve never…” she began haltingly, the words almost lost under the drumming of the rain on the roof above. Her fingers twisted nervously before her, once more chewing on her lower lip as she took a step closer towards him.

 

[EroticLiteracy]

For a second he stood at the threshold of the bedroom waiting and hoping she would take him up on his offer. To say the southern soldier was nervous was an understatement. His large frame shook ever so softly as he waited not daring to turn back around and look to see if she was coming. His mind ran with his limited knowledge of the act of making love drawing on the words his brother and father gave him. It was funny in hind sight he probably should have taken one of the many offers he got before shipping out so that he could at least have something of a working knowledge on how it all worked.

When her finger tips gently pressed on his shoulder blades he jumped. A shiver ran down his spine turning into goosebumps as he let out a low groan. His teeth came down on his lush full lip teasing it as he shuddered in response. Her lips came next brushing against his shoulders with the lightest of touches. His nerves were on fire, every touching sending pleasure through his over stimulated body. His cock was already hard throbbing within the confines of his boxers. His balls felt heavy beneath his cock boiling with excitement and cum as she continued to kiss his neck and shoulders.

“Oh god” He said drawing in a shaky breath “Oh god”

She was suddenly in front of him impossibly beautiful and cast half hidden in the shadow. She seemed so small and slight now petite in a way that only made him all the more interested. A flash of lightning illuminated the room just enough to tease him with a full-frontal look at her in her dress before she disappeared into half shadows again.

“Oh good god” He said his eyes growing as wide as saucers as her dress fell down like a river. His eyes raked in her body his desire as clear as day and burning as he took in her brassier and lingerie. His tongue flicked out wetting both of his lips as his body trembled in pure unbridled pleasure. There was something so sexy and intimate about this something that made it all the sweeter.

“Your breathtaking” He breathed his eyes showing how true he found the words as he took a step forward “More beautiful than I could have possibly known”

She said something and it took him a minute to realize what those words meant. When he did the revelation sent a bolt of relief through him. He laughed unable to stop himself before he quickly explained.

“Neither have I” Dick admitted reaching out to cup her cheek “I mean it. Your my first to”

He leaned in giving her another burning kiss. Without another word he turned to the bed grabbing her hand and bringing her over to the bed. Rain continued overhead creating a rhythm to their love making on the tin roof as he pushed the bedsheets down. He didn’t say anything more instead grabbing the waistband of his boxers and pushing it down. His cock popped out hard and throbbing bobbing in the air as he tossed his boxers to the side and sat down.

 

[Britwitch]

His laugh made her frown for a fleeting moment, worried that perhaps her lack of experience was going to spoil what was an almost magical moment between them both.

His admission of his own innocence smoothed her furrowed brow in an instant and brought a fresh, softer smile to her lips. Lips which were soon crushed against his in another searing kiss.

Beatrice fought to control her breathing as he led her wordlessly over towards his bed. She felt as if she gave into the trembling inside she might simply shatter into pieces. His hands made short work of moving the bedclothes aside and then removing the last barrier of clothing from his body.

She tried not to stare although the proud proof of his arousal was difficult to ignore. She knew the differences between men and women plus working in a bar meant she'd heard enough raucous stories being shared by the patrons to know the mechanics even if she hadn't learnt about the birds and bees at school. Even so, knowing there was a naked man - an incredibly handsome, charming one to boot - sat beside her with obvious desire for her on display made her cheeks flush warmly and her skin prickle whenever his fingers made contact with it.

Now she was the one still partially clothed and as much as she was admiring the view he was providing her, she wanted him to be able to do the same. Smiling shyly she reached back to unhook her brassiere, sliding the straps from her shoulders and peeling away the light coloured garment to reveal her breasts. They were not overly generous but they were more than a handful and as rationing had helped trim down her waistline in recent months they seemed more prominent than perhaps they might have been before the war. The pale pink peak of each stiffening with excitement and the cooler air that now caressed them.

Tentatively she reached out to take his hand in hers, marvelling at how gentle a hand could be when it was so much larger than her own, and guided it towards her chest.

"I...I want to feel your touch..." she whispered by way of explanation as she continued to move his hand until her left breast came to rest against his palm. Sparkling eyes flicking down to see the large tanned hand so stark against her pale flesh and the equally pale hand resting on top of it, somehow the varying shades of their skin made the difference in their size all the more apparent.

"Your hand is so warm," Beatrice murmured with a smile when her eyes found his.

 

[EroticLiteracy]

He sat there naked and open to her. Even his eyes were unguarded deep pools of lust and desire. His cock throbbed between his legs throbbing and curved slightly upwards. A pair of heavy balls capped his cock swollen and descended as he watched her peel off his bra. Lightning flashed from outside illuminating her in deep shadows as the bra fell down and she was revealed to him.

“Dear god” He whispered his tongue flicking out over his full lip. His hand twitched as he resisted the urge to reach out and touch her. He wanted to…. Dear god he wanted to but he couldn’t just yet. He just couldn’t wait to see more.

Luckily she took his hand bringing it to her chest. He cupped her breast and his thumb reached out brushing over her nipple. He shuddered and his mouth opened another loud moan rumbling through his chest as he felt her fully. She mumbled something about his touch and he moaned in response his other hand coming to her hips and pulling her closer. His hands moved up the curves of her body finding her other breast and touching her fully.

He didn’t proceed any further just delighting in her soft womanly curves. He touched her freely after a while his hands roaming all over her as they both found new pleasures. His cock continued to throb and jump between his legs as he continued to touch her freely. He waited, waited until he couldn’t stand it no more.

“I need you” He said gasping in pleasure “please….”

 

[Britwitch]

A quiet sigh left her lips as his other hand rose to explore her body, coming to rest upon her other breast. His palms swept slowly and steadily around her upper body, learning her curves, mapping her body and every sweep they made brought more soft sounds from her lips and caused her breathing to speed up a little more.

Her hands moved to his shoulders, resting lightly on the broad expanse of skin before he admitted his need was too much to bear.

Smiling she let her hands stroke down his chest and onto his thighs, small hands resting on either side of the shaft proudly rising from between them.
"I need you too," she whispered, biting her lip as she moved her right hand towards his sex. Small fingers wrapping around the firm flesh curiously. It was so hard and so hot, she could feel his pulse - shallow and quick - beneath her hand.

Stroking her hand up and down a few times slowly, just to have some idea of what might soon be exploring her in the most intimate of ways. She knew biologically they would fit together, as men and women were designed to fit together, but the sheer size of him did make her wonder.

Leaning closer to kiss him slowly and lustily she began to lay back on the bed, coaxing him to move with her until she was laid beneath him on the sheets. Rain drumming louder above them as she lifted her head to kiss him again.

"I need you now."

 

[EroticLiteracy]

She touched him, touched him in that most intimate of ways. The touch of a small feminine hand was so much different than his own touch. Hers was a gentler approach a stroke and brush that made his entire cock throb. His chest rose and fell as he panted out. Soft cries in the night that could barely be heard over the thunder crashing above them.

She spoke of her own need for him and he sighed in relief. His hands swept over her body once more before they were moving towards the bed. She laid under him and their naked flesh pressed together soft and smooth. He leaned in to give her a kiss once more and sighed as their tongues joined snaking and connecting with one another.

His cock throbbed between her legs and he ran his hands down them once more. He grabbed them and pulled them apart inching his hips forward until his cock rested against her wet folds. He could feel her heat and he panted wanting and needing her so bad. He paused to look at her, to take her in before he finally drove his hips forward.

His cock pierced her thrusting into her wet folds. He moaned and pushed forward as he sighed delivering himself to the promised lands. She clung to him as he bottomed out inside of her filling her with his cock.

“you feel so good” He gasped his body shivering “So very very good!”

 

[Britwitch]

Beatrice felt herself holding her breath as he shifted to lay between her spread legs, muscles on edge, heart pounding deafeningly in her ears. She could feel the hard hot heat of him inching closer to her sex.

Their eyes met in the gloom and with a crash of thunder to accompany him, his hips shifted and thrust his shaft inside her. Her eyes and mouth widened in a silent cry as she felt the delicious blend of pleasure and pain as he tore through her maidenhead and claimed her as no other would be able to. Whatever happened after this night was over, a part of her would always belong to him and vice versa.

His whispered words came through the air and she leant up to kiss his lips with her own trembling pair. At that moment words escaped her. She brought her hands up to twine around his neck, pulling him as close as was humanly possible. Revelling in the sensation of being truly filled by another. Her hips rocked ever so slightly, making her whimper at the feeling of him moving inside her as a result.

"Please, Dick, make love to me...?" she asked softly.

The time to turn back was long gone and she didn't care. What the people said was true, the world could end tomorrow and at least, should that be the case, she'd now know the wonder of being entirely with someone else, of belonging solely to them - at least for a night.

 

[EroticLiteracy]

He entered her for the first time casting his virginity aside as well as her own. When he pushed through her maiden head he slowed giving her the chance to get used to his hard length as well as give himself a chance to recover. A first time was a mixture of things, delight in finding out the pleasure of a woman,
apprehension at screwing it up, and ultimately the embarrassments at simply not doing it right.

He was determined not to make a complete fool of himself.

So when he moved it was slow a teasing through here and there. The purpose was to discover and experiment to find what worked and what didn’t. He soon found that the hardest part was keeping himself from blowing his top. Her pussy was silky and warm wrapped around him in such a way that clung to every line and vein. His balls clapped against her ass as he picked up his pace growing bolder as he leaned into her body.

He distracted himself by exploring her with his lips. Her skin was soft and cold against his lips and he found it to be an entirely pleasurable experience in and of itself. He traced lines with her tongue around the curve of her breast and eventually sampled and sucked on her nipple. His hands began to explore as well calloused and rough touching her as his balls twitched.

 

[Britwitch]

As he began to move his hips and body above hers the storm raging outside faded. All she was aware of was the sound of her breathing and his, the quickening of her heartrate. The soft sounds leaving his lips whenever he pushed a far inside her as he could, the sounds her lips made in response. The feel of his hands, his mouth, on her skin along with the heat of his beneath her own palms.

She arched her back and rocked her hips, obeying some primal signal from her brain, allowing him to press deeper inside. The action making her writhe in response and arch her back further still, offering her breasts to his mouth, his fingers, to him.

Her own hands were lost at what to do, flying from holding his shoulders, to raking through his hair before dropping to tangle in her own tresses.

There was a heat building steadily inside her, a tingling between her thighs that would not be ignored. Every time his body collided with hers it intensified, began to almost pulse.

She whined in between heated breaths, fighting to find the air to speak to him. To tell him what he was doing felt so very wonderful, almost indescribably so.

"Oh, oh Dick," she eventually managed to whimper, "I never...never thought it would be like this..." her words tailing off into a mewling sound as the tingling, pulsing heat between her thighs threatened to overwhelm her entirely.

 

[EroticLiteracy]

“It’s beyond my wildest dreams” He replied his hips blurring as he moved in and out of her.

He heard plenty of locker talk about what sex was like. He knew it was good and he knew once a guy got it he tended to do anything TO have it. Sex was the magical door he never got to go into the one that teased and hinted but never gave up its secrets.

Until know.

And NO ONE ever did it justice. To say it simply FELT good was like saying a pristine painting was JUST a painting. The fell of her was divine from the way their naked bodies pressed together to his throbbing cock inside of her. He felt consumed by her ravished and raw in a way that left little hidden. There was a connection there a primal melding of the minds and the bodies.

He sped up as his balls tightened in response. He was so close… on the edge of something he wasn’t sure of. Was this the orgasm part? Would it be over if he dipped over the edge? A part of him wanted to ride the wave but another part of him didn’t want it to be over. He wanted this night to stretch on forever. To forget the war and just spend the rest of his life inside of her.

“Oh god I think I’m close” He said speeding up as a deep itch made itself known. He felt a rushing wave coming towards him and buried himself in her neck. He kissed and bite passionately his balls twitching against her skin as he grew evermore close.