1. Just Doing Her Part


    Date: 8/16/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: Adamgunn, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    only been married two and a half years. He went through boot camp, then got stationed on a troop ship taking people over to England. It was based here, and he found out he'd be docked about six or seven days a month, so I moved up here, found my job at the cleaning store, and I waited for whenever he docked here. Then one day, a little over a year ago, they said his ship was torpedoed by a U-boat, and although he's still listed as missing in action, I know in my heart he's not coming back." Of course he tried to comfort her. "It must be very hard on you." By this time, the coffee was brewed, and she set the steaming cups on the small table in front of the sofa, and encouraged him to sit beside her. "It's difficult, some of the time, but I'm past the tough grieving now. I still cry some, but I'm trying to get over it -- there's too many widows right now like me." As she sat and told of her woe, she tucked her legs underneath her, her hem lifted high on her thigh. When she caught Harold admiring her limbs, she smiled as if to say, 'don't be concerned, I don't mind.' They continued to talk intimately, she was showing off curios, a souvenir of New York City, a picture of her grandparents, and Harold asked about the glass bowl with the stars in them. "Oh, they're just mementos of some good times I've had," she retorted, a bit mysteriously. When the rich tones of Moonlight Serenade began blaring from the radio, her shoulders sagged, her eyes moistened, and she leaned into Harold's ...
    arms for support. Gingerly he nestled her with one arm, and then heard her whisper, "Please. Hold me tight." And he did, surrounding her with both arms, letting her perch within his nest. She rocked gently through the song, and when the final strains died into the air to be replaced by the happier sounds of Brazil, she confessed, "I'm sorry. That was one of Johnnie's favorite songs." "Sure, I understand," he assured her through his confusion, and loosened his embrace. "No, don't let me go. I like the way you hug me." For a few moments they silently sat, and then she commenced to stroke the soldiers arm, feeling little but muscle under the uniform's sleeve. When he made no effort to dissuade her, she shifted and lifted her face to his. Almost in slow motion their lips brushed, nimbly at first, then as she gained confidence in his reaction, savagely. Soon her hands were exploring his chest, his neck, the dark brown hair. It was obvious no woman had ever been as forward with him as this one, and although he wished to reciprocate, he had neither the courage nor seasoning to comfortably stroke her body as she was fondling him. She broke the embrace, and looking down, not meeting his eyes, she asked, "I want you to make love to me." Without waiting for his affirmative, she rose from the sofa, took his hand and led him into the bedroom, gloomy but for the light from the small bulb in the living room, and urged him to sit on the bedspread. "Would you like me to undress for you?" In ...
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