Public sex for a young girl felt exciting

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Public sex for a young girl felt excitingWartime makes people do the oddest of things you never thought yourself capable off. I married my c***dhood sweetheart when he was called up, God only knows what was going through my head, maybe I thought marriage would exempt him from active overseas service, at least put him in reserve and send all the single men ahead, then it would be all over in a matter of months.How wrong can a girl be?The trouble was every girl and woman where I worked was in the same boat, husbands, sons, brothers and uncles, all men, there were scant few around except for those invalided out and regardless of their deformities, they were surrounded by hundreds of stressed and very lonely women, aching for comfort and a bit of loving, the only kind men can give.I was eighteen at the outbreak of hostilities, back then, which seemed like a lifetime ago everything was all excitement with boys telling us girls that they were going overseas into the thick of the battle and might never come back home again and their only regret was they never felt a woman’s love, a rather nice way of asking for a fuck.All that was eighteen months ago and what with the deprivations of the basics, life was beginning to face up to realities, women crying with the loss of loved ones, my own love somewhere in Europe and God forbid with women out there needing our men as much as we pined for them back here.I was young, angry and frustrated as each day passed my needs were being deprived my young body starved of attention a woman thrives upon and all for what, a still upper lip, a bit of lippy(lipstick) a cuddle and a kiss. I missed sex, having tried it on my wedding night and twice more in the day after and then he was whisked away leaving illegal bahis me asking why? I wish I had never tried the bloody thing a woman’s body remembers those experiences, three times and then eighteen months of nothingness, no wonder women around me are sneaking out at weekends and looking for foreign soldiers, airman and seamen, just to feel like a woman again, up against a brick wall, doing her bit for the war effort and sending a stranger back into the thick of it with his cock feeling great for being inside her.I was too scared to do such a thing, a lot of girls got pregnant and getting rid off before their men got back was risky business, only the yanks had ‘rubbers’ and all they were good for was making their cocks seem thicker without real feeling, even my feeble sessions at night with my candle, seemed better.I was awoken with a raid going on, everything was in total darkness and to make matters worse a warden burst into my room and demanded I get out of bed and go to the tube station, three streets away.He stood in silence his mouth hung open and with each loud blast and flash of light I was illuminated, standing naked and full on. I knew him, I went to school with his daughters who were ages with me and now in this crazy mad moment he could see how his girls looked and for a brief moment I felt like a woman as he looked at me, unashamed and wanton of my nakedness, exciting a man three times my age, during a bloody blitz.His voice had softened when he regained composure, ‘Right lass’, he said in a fatherly way, lets be getting you to a safe place and at that I pulled on a heavy coat and grabbed my rolled-up bedding, a piece of foam and two blankets, everyone had for sleeping down the underground tube illegal bahis siteleri stations, it kept the cold out and kept the heat in.He accompanied me all the way, his hand never leaving my shoulder and I sensed for what he saw of me, he was holding on for dear life and in my own loneliness I was glad of his grip and of what we shared as we made our way, for once my new husband was not on my mind, not now that I realised men came in a variety of differing ways and age was but a number.There were hundreds of bodies strewn all over the platform with practically no space for more pouring in from the bombs raining down from above.The noise was frightening and people were screaming and crying and in my moment of desperation I stood with my rolled blanket I felt someones hand grasp my ankle, it was an old man, he had made a space down beside him and he waved me down, which I accepted.I could feel the heat of the other bodies around me as I settled down between them. There was a sense of safety and comfort with others around you, singing and defiance as I rolled out my foam and bedded down between my blankets, there was weird comfort from having so much humanity around me, I could close my eyes and sleep, even more so when the old man behind me, as I had turned my back to him, put his blanket over me too and snuggled in close.It was dark and eventually everyone was settling down, the bombing had stopped, but as with tradition everyone stayed down there until the morning, I had planned to but for a different reason, the old man behind me had put his arm around me, under my blanket and over my coat. I could feel his closeness and it reminded me of my wedding night, a strange but wonderful feeling, one I had longed canlı bahis siteleri to feel again and here it was, in the dark and under blankets. I placed my hand on his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.I slept for how long I don’t recall but in my dreams I was with my husband again with all my aches and pains banished we made love in an open field and so intense was the feeling I awoke to feel my naked breast being fondled with such care and feeling, each tug on my hard nipple sent a shock wave down between my thighs.It was the old man, he had found the buttons on my heavy coat and opened them to the delights of my soft warm and yielding body. His hand followed the curvature of my young breasts down onto the flatness stomach and through my silken bush, where my wetness told him of my ripeness for copulation.He fingered me delicately and deliciously, for myself, feeling a stranger take such liberties and in such an open environment amongst so many people added an edge to my yearning and as such, my own hand searched behind me for him, I wanted to hold him and when I found him as I somehow knew I would, I shifted closer to him and guided him inside my ever yielding body, starved of feeling and needy of love, feeling him open me up in long slow humps, I was aware I did not want him to go, I reached between my legs and held him by his scotum, as my arse cheeks worked their magic to drew his fluids deep inside me. The sex was about feeling, the ease with which he slid into me, his size, at first alarming me as my small female hand could barely contain his girth, but its bullet head and openness in receiving him inside me, feeling his warmth of pubic hair on the soft cheeks of my buttocks and his movement behind my belly button, he was home deep within my soul and it was here he ejaculated his seed into my belly, received with a graciousness in memory of my husband, for it was him I thought about as I was fertilized, that night I slept as a girl and awoke as a woman.

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