3 comments/ 12978 views/ 4 favorites Switchboard Girls Soldiers & Sirens By: RetroFan INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - It's 1941, and Britain is experiencing the full fury of the Blitz. Amongst the wartime rationing, uncertainty, danger lurking across the Channel, the air-raids and the eerie sirens that herald them, 21-year old switchboard girl Sandra Smith finds plenty of ways to enjoy herself with men in uniform. Her shy 19-year-old cousin Susie is not so forward. What will happen when the two girls meet two dashing young soldiers from Scotland, Andy and Callum, after an air raid? You will enjoy this if you also like historical fiction, or are interested in World War 2. I write all my stories set in the 20th century, and have already written stories set in the 1960s & 1990s. I intend writing more set in each decade. All characters and situations are fictional with similarity to persons living or dead coincidental, and only characters aged 18 or older are in sexual situations, or naked. I hope you enjoy reading Switchboard Girls, Soldiers and Sirens. ***** "Susie, keep your hand steady," complained Sandra. "I can't have what looks like a crooked stocking line at the dance." Sandra Smith, aged 21, stood in her bedroom with her light blue frock hitched up at the back, her white cotton knickers visible. She had lightly dyed her legs with tea, and now her younger cousin, 19-year-old Susie Stevens, was applying the final touches to make it look like she was wearing stockings by drawing a line with an eye-brow pencil down the back of each leg. Susie frowned. "Sandra, you know how bad I am at drawing. Maybe you should get one of the other girls from work to do it instead?" "No, it's not that hard," said Sandra. "You just keep your hand steady, and draw down my leg with a straight line." Susie tried to keep her hand from trembling, and as best as she could drew the black line down the back of her cousin's left leg, and then moved to her right, drawing the black line from just below the elastic of Sandra's knickers to her ankle. Sandra continued to hold her dress up, stood with her back to the full-length mirror in the corner and looked at Susie's efforts. "That's pretty good, you're getting there. Would you like me to do yours?" "No thanks," said Susie. She had never seen the point of all this effort to make one look like she was wearing nylons. She just accepted that they would not be available until the war was over and rationing finally ended, whenever that might be. Sandra smoothed her dress down, and stood in front of the mirror, checking her shoulder-length blonde hair, to which she had applied curlers the previous night to create the perfect waves of curls that accentuated her beauty, with a pretty face, blue eyes and perfect complexion. Her figure was slim with large breasts, and the blue dress looked wonderful on her. Susie contrasted with her cousin by having dark brown hair and brown eyes, however the style of her hair was identical to that of Sandra, the same length and wavy thanks to setting it the previous night. The girls both shared similar figures, with Sandra taller than Susie by about two inches. Despite a busy Friday on the switchboard at the telephone exchange in town where they worked, the styles had held all day and would look good at the dance. Just as pretty as her cousin, Susie went to check her appearance in the mirror, seeing a piece of loose cotton on her light green frock, and brushing it away. Sandra gave her make-up a final look over, and Susie peeked out through the thick, dark blackout curtains that covered the window, tape applied to the panes to minimize shattering glass. The April evening seemed to hold a perpetual twilight across the Sussex countryside, with England on British summertime for the duration of the war, not that this seemed to bother the Luftwaffe. "Hey, don't show a light," said Sandra. "It's not dark yet," Susie pointed out. "It soon will be, just keep the curtains closed, will you? We're both in the ARP, how bad would it look if we were showing a light, especially if there happens to be a raid tonight?" "Sorry, I'll close it," said Susie. She looked at her cousin, feeling a little put out. It was true that they were in the local Air Raid Patrol, and would be out on patrol several nights a week, sometimes past midnight. After a full day's work answering and connecting telephone calls, it made for little sleep, but with a war on, everybody had to do their bit. Some of the girls Sandra and Susie worked with were also in the ARP, while others did agricultural work on the weekends or in their spare time. When the war first broke out, some had wanted to join the Home Guard, but these groups mainly consisted of older men, veterans of the Great War of 1914 to 1918, and there appeared little desire to have women as members, so they had gravitated towards the ARP. Sandra appeared to relish her ARP duties a little too much, Susie thought. Sandra's bossy and brassy personality made her seem five rather than two years older than Susie, who disliked confrontation. The domineering Sandra had no such inhibitions, and would keep an eagle eye out for any glimpse of light showing in the blackout, and when she saw one, would make a beeline for the house. The hapless homeowner would then be roused by loud continuous knocking and face Sandra's wrath. Last night it had been an old lady whose kitchen light showed through a tiny gap in the curtains, hard to see from the street, let alone from an enemy plane hundreds of feet in the sky. Confrontations with people who breached the air raid precautions were not the only thing Sandra seemed to enjoy about the war. The war meant men in uniform - soldiers, sailors and airmen - and Sandra was certainly not shy about meeting their acquaintance at dances or around town. After one dance, Susie had wondered out to see where her cousin was, and all she could see was Sandra's bare feet against the window of a car parked in a dark, quiet laneway, the khaki uniform of a soldier moving back and forth on top of her. Another time, Susie came across the sight of Sandra in the woods, her knickers down around her ankles leaning back against a tree. A sailor with his trousers unbuttoned stood in front of her, thrusting deep inside Sandra's female area to which she moaned and gasped. Susie had made a hasty retreat from these situations, not wanting to see any more, but was not so lucky one weekend when her Aunt Ethel - Sandra's mother - went out of town to visit her own mother. Sandra had brought a young airman back to the house, and Susie had spent the night with a pillow over her head, unable to sleep for Sandra squealing and gasping in delight in her own bedroom, the creaking of the bedsprings a constant as Sandra and her new friend tested its durability by writhing around and bouncing up and down upon it all night. Only once, when they were walking to work, had Susie worked up the courage to suggest to Sandra that what she got up to might not be the best thing for her reputation. Sandra had laughed, taken a deep drag on her cigarette and scoffed that they worked on a telephone exchange, and Susie should have plenty of opportunity to call somebody who cared. Sandra and Susie collected their purses and the gas masks they carried in boxes swung over their shoulders. They were cumbersome and unflattering, but necessary. The girls walked downstairs and into the front lounge room. "I just need to go to the loo," said Sandra, making her way to the back of the house where the laundry and the lavatory were located. Susie heard Sandra close and latch the toilet door, and she went to sit down in an armchair to wait. The cat came up to her and Susie scratched her under her chin, the cat purring and rubbing around her legs. The wooden radio in the corner played a cheerful tune. Aunt Ethel entered, checking and double-checking that the blackout curtains were secure and that the essential papers and ration books were in a satchel, ready to be grabbed if danger presented itself. A skinny, bespectacled woman in her early fifties, Aunt Ethel had always had a nervous personality, which presented itself as strict control, needing to check everything twice and then twice again. She had been worse since war broken out, but Susie made concessions for that. Uncle Henry, Aunt Ethel's husband had served in the Great War, and while was a little old to serve again now, had been seconded to work in civil defence. This meant him being away for weeks at a time in cities where the bombing was at its heaviest - London, Birmingham, Manchester, Coventry, Liverpool, Hull and Southampton - so Ethel's apprehension was understandable. Henry Junior, their eldest son was serving in North Africa, while their youngest son John had joined the Navy the day he turned 18, and was somewhere in the North Atlantic, fighting U-boats. The possibility of the war office arriving with a plain, brown telegram about her husband or sons was a realistic one every day. "So, you're off to the dance," said Ethel to Susie as she walked by. It was not so much a query as a criticism. Aunt Ethel disapproved of dances and many other fun activities, but grudgingly conceded that there was little that she could do to prevent her daughter and niece attending them. With Ethel having no control over the fates of her husband and sons, she fretted over her daughter and niece, fearing that the telephone exchange would be a target of German bombing. She also worried incessantly about them going out on air raid patrols, but was reconciled to the fact that everybody had to do something for the war effort, with her contribution being sewing clothes and blankets for the forces. Worst of all were her constant reminders to Sandra and Susie that they needed to wear clean knickers when they went out, should they finish their days in an air raid. Susie continued to wait for Sandra, and reflected further on her nervous aunt. Their town was not a target for bombings, being too small. Only about four bombs had fallen in the vicinity since the Blitz began, none causing any significant damage. However, as Sussex lay between the English Channel and London, and there was an airfield not far away, German planes would frequently fly overhead on their way to the capital or to Southampton, and the danger was always there. Aunt Ethel also feared an attack from the sea by German raiding parties. Susie, who had loved the seaside in her younger years, thought how sad it all looked now. The promenades and piers were closed until the end of the war, and precautions against German attack, such as guns and barbed wire, could be seen along the coast. Nerves appeared to run in the family. Susie had been sent to live with her aunt, uncle and cousins at the age of just three, shortly after her father died at a young age. He had been wounded and shell-shocked in the Great War, and barely survived a dose of Spanish Influenza in 1918, with these factors leaving him with a limited lifespan. Susie's mother could not cope with his death and raising a child alone, and suffered a complete nervous breakdown and subsequent committal to a mental hospital, where she remained to this day. So Susie had been raised by her aunt and uncle, and grown up with her cousins more as siblings. Aunt Ethel would get along well with Mrs. Richards, the formidable manager of the telephone exchange, Susie and Sandra often said. Mrs. Richards frequently gave all the girls lectures about the strict need for confidentiality and to avoid careless talk and gossip during the war. It was as though she thought they were pen-friends with Adolf Hitler or Benito Mussolini, or spent their evenings gossiping with Herman Goering's daughters over the telephone, exchanging recipes, their thoughts about movies and information about Allied war operations. One of the girls, Heidi, came in for a very hard time. Despite the fact that both sides of her family had lived in England for generations, and Heidi was named after the beloved story-book character, her Germanic name caused her much scrutiny. That she was very pretty, with blue eyes and blonde hair, the Aryan look that the Nazis revered, did not help matters. Susie saw her aunt check the kitchen curtains for about the fifth time, and then she heard it. The eerie sound came again, rising in pitch and falling again, rising again a second later, then falling. As often she had heard them before, the sound of the air-raid sirens never failed to send a chill through her body. Susie had heard the sirens sound for the first time on the afternoon of September 3, 1939, a sunny Sunday where she, Aunt Ethel, Uncle Henry, Sandra, Henry Jnr and John had sat listening to the radio at noon. Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain had announced that having received no undertaking from Germany that they would withdraw their troops from Poland, the two countries were now at war. Less than an hour later the air-raid sirens sounded, followed by the all-clear as part of a test. The sirens had been heard more and more frequently over the past few months, with the sustained German bombing campaign having picked up in intensity late in the summer of 1940, and showing no signs of abating now, in spring 1941. London had not seen a night without a raid for months on end. Susie grabbed the cat, and Aunt Ethel the satchel of important documents. "Where is Sandra?" she asked Susie, the tone in her voice full of panic. "She's in the loo," said Susie. Aunt Ethel ran to the lavatory, and pounded on the door. "Sandra, get down to the cellar right now!" Sandra's tone in her reply indicated her annoyance. "Mum, you and Susie go down there. I'll be down in a few minutes." Aunt Ethel was uncompromising. "Sandra, you finish up right now, and you come down to the cellar. You stay here, and you'll be blown up." Susie heard Sandra tearing up newspaper, while outside the sirens continued their eerie wailing, then her cousin's angry reply. "Mum, they sound the sirens long before there is any danger, to give people a chance to get to shelter. I have plenty of time. Anyway, there haven't been any serious bombings here, the planes are on their way to London. They aren't going to stop and drop a bomb on Sandra Smith of Sussex while she's sitting on the loo with her knickers around her ankles, are they?" Ethel was unimpressed with her daughter's response, and pounded repeatedly on the lavatory door. "Sandra Smith, you will come out this instant, otherwise I will break down this door and drag you off the toilet, then down to the cellar by your ear." "Okay, okay, I'm coming!" yelled Sandra. Again there was the sound of newspaper being torn and scrunched up, followed by Sandra pulling the chain and flushing the toilet. She slammed the door open, adjusting her dress and knickers with an angry expression etched upon her face. She glared indignantly at her mother, before making for the laundry. "What are you doing now?" demanded Aunt Ethel. "Sandra, come on!" "For goodness sakes, Mother, it will take me ten seconds to wash my hands," said Sandra, turning on the taps, the water pouring onto her fingers as she applied soap. "Do you want me to avoid basic hygiene when I go to the toilet because of the war?" "Do not be so smart," snapped Ethel. She pushed Sandra towards the cellar door. "Go on, get down there. You too, Susie, don't stand around here waiting for bombs to fall." "Mum, there won't be any bombs," Sandra said. They descended the steps into the cellar, and Aunt Ethel closed the door behind them. Sandra lit the lantern, and the three women and the cat sat in the dim light, listening to the sound of the sirens, accompanied by a new, distant sound, that of aircraft engines. The trio had no idea if they were German or British, and could only wait until the all-clear was sounded. Susie saw Sandra glaring at her mother from time to time, and had to suppress laughter. With the battle of wills with her mother over Sandra's refusal to vacate the loo when ordered to, it was nice to see her bossy cousin get a taste of her own medicine for once. Outside, high in the sky, a squadron of German bombers flew overhead, with a smaller squadron of British planes approaching from the other direction. An exchange of fire occurred, before the English planes were forced to withdraw from the dogfight, hopelessly out-numbered as a second squadron of German planes came onto the scene. What the brave British pilots did achieve, however, was to separate two German planes from the first squadron. The British pilots then went for the kill, opening fire on the Germans. The first plane went into a dive, sweeping down into a farm and gliding at great speed through a field, taking out a section of hedge-row and crashing into a second hedge, before exploding in flames. The second plane went straight down, crashing into the same farm, and exploding instantly. Red, orange and yellow flames soared high into the sky, accompanied by secondary explosions as the payload of bombs, scheduled to be dropped on the London docks, a city landmark or some poor East End family huddled in their tiny Anderson shelter, went up too. The exploding plane and bombs were far enough away from the farm buildings to avoid setting them on fire, but close enough to shatter the windows and blow the doors off the hinges. Terrified farm animals - horses, sheep and goats - ran from the barn, and the cows likewise ran from the cowshed that housed them. Squealing pigs bolted from their sty, and numerous panicking hens, ducks and geese fled from their housing. They were accompanied by hundreds of rabbits bred for the table, in high demand as food during wartime rationing. Another animal quick to depart was a cunning red fox, which had been hiding near the farm buildings plotting how it could extricate a chicken or a plump rabbit and take it back to its den for supper. The fox had encountered precautions taken by farmers before - long sticks that went bang and vicious dogs - but things falling from the sky and exploding was a whole new experience in farm defence. The fox, running back to the woods with its tail down and its ears set back, resolved not to go back there again, and would hunt rats and rabbits in the wild. This farmer was far too good. Susie, Sandra and Aunt Ethel remained in the cellar, unaware of what had happened. Ethel was glad her daughter and niece were beside her, not on ARP duty in the town during a raid as had been the case many times many times in the past, with just her and the cat sharing the cellar listening to the sirens. After a few hours the sirens ceased their rising and falling pitch, and began emitting a continuous, long monotone to sound the all-clear. For some reason, Susie found this just as scary as the active raid siren, staying in her mind long after it had ceased. The three women emerged from the cellar, and went to bed. All kept an ear open in case the sirens started up again, or if the ARP wardens came for Susie and Sandra if required in the town, but all remained silent. * The next morning, a car drew up and the local vicar, Reverend Thompson, got out and knocked on the door. The local clergy played their role, with the vicar being a member of the ARP, and the local Catholic priest, Father McIntyre, in the Home Guard. "Sandra, Susie, we were hoping you could come out to the Johnson farm for the day," said the Vicar. "Two German planes came down there during the raid last night." "Was everybody okay?" asked Susie. "Yes, fortunately nobody was hurt," said the Vicar. "The problem was that one plane destroyed the hedgerows, and another damaged the farm buildings and allowed the animals to escape. Farmer Johnson cannot cope, and we're rounding up ARP, Home Guard and basically anyone else who can lend a hand to find and recapture the animals. As you can imagine, they were pretty scared by what happened, and most have run off through the damaged hedgerows." Switchboard Girls Soldiers & Sirens "Count us in," said Sandra. She and Susie changed into shoes suitable for walking through farmland and wooded areas, told Ethel what had happened and that they would be out for the day, and accompanied the Vicar in his car. They drove through the main street, tethered grey barrage balloons dominating the skies above and into the country and to the Johnson farm. The Vicar had been right on one thing, Farmer Johnson was absolutely beside himself. Sandra and Susie had always thought he was a bit of an old fusspot, and planes crashing at his farm were way too much for him. He was pacing up and down, struggling to draw breath, sweating, lamenting that the animals were probably gone for good and how was he to make a living now and keep up with war demands? The army, RAF and police were in attendance at the farm, looking over the wreckage of the German planes. The ARP, Home Guard and other people assisting got organized. Some men who had trades got to work repairing the damage to the farm buildings and putting up make-shift fences in the hedges, the majority of the others were assigned to finding and re-capturing the missing animals. "Sandra, Susie, I'd like you to meet Andy MacGregor and Callum Fraser," said the Vicar, leading them over to where two young men stood. Susie saw the look of delight on Sandra's face as she took in how handsome the young men were. Susie was far from unimpressed herself. Both young men were tall, fit and exceptionally good-looking, with dark hair and blue eyes. "Andy and Callum are with the regular army awaiting their deployment, and volunteered their services having both grown up on farms. If you can assist them, it would be greatly appreciated." "Thank you Vicar," said Sandra. Full of confidence, she strode up to Andy and extended her hand to him. "I'm Sandra Smith, and this is my cousin Susie Stevens." She twisted the curls of her long hair in her fingers in a flirtatious manner. "Andy McGregor, pleased to meet you both," said Andy in a broad Scottish accent. He shook hands with Susie. "This is my friend Callum Fraser." "Nice to meet you Sandra and Susie," said Callum politely, his accent also Scottish. He shook hands first with Sandra, and then Susie. Looking into Callum's handsome face and blue eyes, Susie felt her heart fluttering and she could only shyly say, "Hi." "We've been assigned to the woods over there," said Andy, pointing at the wooded area in the distance. He walked to a small lorry, its tray covered with a cage to enable the transport of farm animals, and opened the door to produce two nets on the end of large sticks. "These are for you to catch any birds and rabbits we find. Callum and I will handle the pigs, sheep, goats and other larger animals." Andy went to put the nets into the back, then paused and looked into a field. "That might be a good demonstration of how not to catch birds." Callum, Sandra and Susie glanced to where Andy was looking. In the field was Mr. Dodswell, a balding octogenarian who had joined the Home Guard despite his infirmities. One of these was a lack of hearing, and Dodswell's voice carried across the farmland as he chased an escaped rooster while taking wild swings at the bird with a net. "Come here rooster, come here!" he bellowed at the recalcitrant rooster, again making a vain attempt to capture it. The rooster flew in the air, squawking and crowing loudly. Mr. Dodswell was not to be put off, and set off in pursuit of it. "Come on rooster, come on!" he yelled. Sandra, Susie and the two young men found it impossible not to laugh, and went to get into the lorry. Andy got into the driver's seat, and Sandra climbed in the passenger seat, sliding across to the middle so she was close to Andy. Susie went to climb into the truck, and asked Callum, "Where are you going to sit?" "Callum's happy in the back, aren't you Callum?" said Andy. "Yes, but be careful how you drive," said Callum. "I don't trust you." Andy grinned. "Come on, what's a handbrake turn in a narrow laneway between friends?" Callum climbed into the back of the lorry, and Andy started the engine, driving up to the woods and parking in a clearing just off the road. They had no trouble locating some escaped farm animals, Sandra and Susie putting their nets to good use to capture some escaped hens and ducks. Callum and Andy each caught a lamb and put them in the lorry, then both captured a goat and placed it in there as well. Both young men then reached into some waist-high plants, and a series of high-pitched squeals were heard, Andy and Callum retrieving a pig, which wriggled and struggled in an attempt to escape. The two soldiers held it firmly, and soon it was in the back with the other farm animals. It was such a nice spring day, and would have been an enjoyable adventure for Susie. She enjoyed working with Callum, and they found plenty of common interests to talk about. However, Sandra tended to over-shadow things with her open, outrageous flirting with Andy, something to which the confident young soldier was definitely receptive to. When Andy and Callum went in pursuit of a second pig, Susie said to Sandra, "Don't you have any shame?" "Last time I checked, only a slight amount," laughed Sandra. "Come on Susie, you need to relax and enjoy yourself, like I do." "Never like you do," said Susie. "Your loss," said Sandra. "With a war on, you never know when your number's up. There could be a German plane coming across the Channel tonight carrying two bombs, one with 'Sandra' and one with 'Susie' on it. So if you want to die never having had any fun, then so be it." The pig squealing told Sandra and Susie that Andy and Callum had captured it, and soon they returned it, and placed it with the first pig. Andy checked his watch. "Now it's lunchtime, for an hour. Union rules." "Union rules?" asked Callum. "Yes, the Switchboard Operators and Soldiers Union," joked Andy. "We're the first members, and as the inaugural President, I declare an hour's lunch. Agreed, Secretary Sandra?" "Agreed," said Sandra. Andy retrieved some sandwiches out of the lorry - nothing much, just rationed corned beef between two slices of bread - and handed them around. Sandra stepped up the flirting act, and Andy could hardly miss the signals she was sending. "Why don't you go for a walk?" Andy suggested to Callum and Susie. "It's such a nice day, it seems a shame to waste it." Callum and Susie also knew what was going to happen. "We'll be back in an hour," said Callum, keen to get away. He and Susie turned and walked towards the woodland, Susie casting a glance back towards the lorry, and seeing that Sandra had wasted no time, and already had locked her lips together with Andy for a passionate kiss. Andy couldn't believe his luck, and worked his tongue deeper and deeper into Sandra's mouth. Before the war, the handsome young man had had his share of girls from his village in Scotland, even a shy, prim, dowdy girl who worked in the library. Now that he was a soldier, it was an open market, girls swooning over any guy in uniform. Sometimes it took a considerable effort to get a girl's knickers down, but with Sandra it was not going to be difficult at all. Andy felt his dick getting harder and harder, stretching out in his underpants, the front of his trousers starting to resemble a tent. He pulled Sandra in closer, the two still French-kissing deeply and now embracing passionately. Feeling Andy's arms caressing her body, his obvious excitement brushing her upper thigh through her skirt and their tongues intertwining, Sandra's body reacted. In her bra, Sandra's nipples hardened and tingled against the fabric. In her knickers, Sandra's clitoris tingled, her vagina moistened and her cotton gusset became damp. Her feminine wetness increased, Sandra feeling her crotch getting damper and damper by the second. Andy and Sandra stopped kissing momentarily to get into the lorry, and as soon as they were inside and closed the door, they resumed kissing and caressing. With one hand, Andy quickly and expertly unbuttoned Sandra's blouse, exposing her white cotton bra. Sandra laughed. "I'm guessing you have a bit of experience doing that." Andy also laughed. "No, beginners luck, I swear." "Lying sod," giggled Sandra, allowing Andy to massage her large breasts through the fabric, feeling one finger slip inside one of the cups, stroking her firm, young flesh. She reached towards Andy's groin, and with the same expertise he had shown with her blouse, unfastened and unbuttoned his trousers. Immediately, Andy's enormous erection appeared, and Sandra was quick to caress it through his underpants, her fingers sensual, teasing. "That has to be experience," said Andy. "What me?" asked Sandra, fluttering her eyelashes and putting an innocent look on her face. "I can't think what you mean. I'm an innocent country girl from Sussex. I've never done anything like this before." Sandra unbuttoned Andy's shirt, admiring his muscles and the masculine hair that covered his chest. Andy reached behind Sandra's back and unfastened the clasp of her bra through her blouse, then took off her blouse altogether, leaving Sandra naked from the waist up, aside from her unfastened bra. This didn't stay on for long, Sandra reaching up to remove it, exposing her large, soft young breasts, the skin around her hard nipples a slightly darker pink than her regular skin. Andy needed no invitation to take Sandra's breasts in his hands, caressing them slowly, his fingers teasing her aroused nipples, doubling Sandra's pleasure and making her wetter and wetter inside her knickers. He then lowered his head down to her chest, placing his head between the girl's boobs, his tongue circling around the firm flesh. Sandra felt Andy's hand slide up her thigh under her skirt and brush against her knickers, causing her to giggle. To her delight, Andy's fingers lingered in the area, stroking her vagina through the cotton, then finding their way into her underwear, brushing through the blonde curls of pubic hair that covered her mound, going deeper into her damp, private feminine area. With a kiss on the lips, Andy and Sandra stopped pleasuring each other to undress. Andy removed his open shirt, Sandra loving her complete view of his fine physique. The girl was soon to see something even better. Andy took of his shoes and socks, then slid out of his trousers, and was now wearing only underpants, which were stretched out so far at the front that they would surely burst if they faced any more expansion from his penis. Then Andy slid down his underpants as best he could in the confined space of the lorry's cab, and his rock-hard penis came into Sandra's full view for the first time. To Sandra, it looked somewhat like a monument looming out of a forest of dark pubic hair. She had been around a bit, but Andy's cock was the best she had seen, so hard, throbbing with excitement. Even his balls were bigger than any she had seen, hanging down in his sack. Sandra was so keen to get her hands on his cock she nearly forgot to undress herself. She kicked off her shoes, than elevated her bottom off the seat to unzip and pull down her skirt, Andy giving her a hand to pull it down her legs. He caressed Sandra's bare feet as he did so, Sandra giggling as he did so. "You seem to like my feet," she said. "You're right, I do like them," agreed Andy. "There's just something about girls' feet that drives me crazy. And you, Sandra Smith, have the best feet I've ever seen." Sandra had never been with a guy who seemed to like her feet so much and had never given much thought to feet being sexy. However, she was far from unaroused by this, enjoying Andy's firm but gentle caressing of her soles, arches and toes. The only clothes Sandra was still wearing were her knickers, white, full-brief cotton panties that completely covered her pubic area, vagina, bottom and a good part of her lower stomach. She reached up to put her fingers into the elastic waistband to pull them down, but Andy stopped her. "Let me do that," he said, his fingers taking the place of Sandra's in the elastic waistband, sliding down her underwear, his eyes bulging as the young woman's pubic hair, a luxurious triangle of soft, blonde curls came into view. He continued to slide the knickers down Sandra's legs, stopping momentarily at her ankles, caressing Sandra's bare feet through the soft cotton knickers. He could smell the soft, but unmistakable feminine scent of arousal on Sandra's knickers, and his cock grew harder and harder. Andy could have happily spent the rest of the day playing with Sandra's knickers and feet, but time was a factor. Sandra and Andy moved around to get comfortable in the confined space, Andy catching a glimpse of Sandra's vaginal lips, tight and pink between her legs, blonde hair lightly covering them. Simultaneously, Andy reached into his wallet and Sandra into her purse, each producing a condom, and both laughing. "Great minds think alike," said Sandra. "I'm the barber's best customer, and not for haircuts," joked Andy. "Where did you manage to get condoms from?" "I showed the barber's son how you use them for his 18th birthday," grinned Sandra. She could see Andy was aroused by this, so continued. "I hiked up my dress, pulled my knickers down to my ankles, bent over a table and let him play with my bare bum. Then I put the condom on him, bent over again, spread my legs, and let him do what he liked. I think it's the best birthday he's ever had, so now when I want a good time ..." She winked at Andy, who said. "Speaking of your bum, that's something I haven't fully seen yet." "Ask, and you shall receive," said Sandra. She turned over so she was on all fours, the pale cheeks of her bare bottom on display. Andy breathed as he took in the wonderful sight of her young body, Sandra's bum, her legs, her bare feet, her tits hanging down at the front. He reached forward, caressing her bum cheeks and opening them slightly, catching another glimpse of Sandra's increasingly wet vagina and further back the tight opening to her anus. "You really like my bum too, don't you?" said Sandra, her tingling excitement between her legs stronger and stronger knowing that Andy could see her vagina and her anus - the most private part of her young body - at the same time. "It they were handing out a prize for the best bum in Britain, Sandra Smith of Sussex would win hands down," grinned Andy. Sandra moved her position to sit next to Andy, and with gentle but firm fingers, unwrapped his condom and slid it onto his cock, caressing his balls at the same time, moving her left hand back to his rubber-covered shaft, her right staying on his testicles, feeling the young soldier squirm in delight. "And the prize for the best cock in Britain goes to Andy MacGregor of Scotland." "Let's see how much fun the girl with the best bum and the guy with the best dick can really have," said Andy. He and Sandra exchanged another kiss, before Sandra lay back on the seat and spread her legs wide, her vagina open to show the pink wetness through her pubic hair. Getting his tall figure into position in the lorry was not easy for Andy, but he had had plenty of experience screwing girls in cars so moved quickly so he was lying directly on top of Sandra. He ran his fingers through her pubic hair and teased her vulva, then lowered his groin so his erection was directly opposite Sandra's vagina. Sandra curled up her toes and allowed the muscles in her vagina to relax, and allow Andy's enormous dick inside her. She felt the tip of his penis on the outside of her vulva, the slowly enter her until his enormous shaft completely filled her pussy. The young woman gasped slightly while she got used to her having her vagina filled so much. The highly-sexed Sandra had been with many guys, both in and out of uniform, but Andy was the most well-endowed guy she had been with, and her pussy needed those few seconds of adjustment. She pondered how her prim virginal cousin Susie would take such a big cock in her tight little vagina, but this problem would never arise, as the only times that Susie pulled her knickers down was when she undressed to take a bath or change her clothes, or when she needed to go to the toilet. Andy began to move back and forwards, Sandra feeling every rigid muscle in his penis against the sensitive skin of her vagina. Her clitoris felt like it was on fire, and her wetness flowed freely from her pussy. Andy kissed her on the lips, Sandra sliding her tongue into his mouth. She lifted her legs so they were off the seat, her bare feet in the air and rotated her hips, with both she and Andy gasping as this doubled their pleasure. Andy could feel his cock throbbing, and the hot interior of Sandra's vagina through the rubber condom. Beads of sweat appeared on Sandra and Andy's faces, Susie feeling the sweat from her own forehead running down onto her big tits, and Andy's sweat likewise finding its way to Sandra's boobs. Andy thrust deep inside Sandra, holding his cock in position grinding against the entrance to her birth canal. "Yes, that feels great," gasped Sandra. Andy pulled back slightly, then thrust deep and hard into the girl's vagina again, Sandra gasping, her pussy moisture running backwards, combining with the sweat between the cheeks of her bottom and on her anus. Andy stepped up the pace, pushing back and forward in Sandra's pussy, Sandra likewise thrusting her hips back and forward in rhythm. After two minutes, they were both gasping for breath and Andy felt the muscles of his body tighten and the unmistakable ecstasy of orgasm. He gasped as his cock exploded in Sandra's vagina, the tidal wave of sticky white semen captured in the interior of the condom. At the same moment, Sandra curled up her bare toes and felt the muscles deep inside her vagina and anus tighten. Her clitoris gave out unbelievable waves of pleasure, the wonderful feeling of the female orgasm sweeping through the girl's uterus and her rectum, her nipples tingling and a rush of liquid from her vagina soaking both her own pubic hair and Andy's. "Yes, yes, yes," she squealed, squirming around to make the feeling even more intense. Trying to catch their breath, Andy withdrew his cock, now rapidly going down, from Sandra's vagina, and they sat naked next to each other in the cabin. Looking down, Sandra could see her vagina was leaving damp stains on the seat, and hoisted her bottom up, cupping one hand under her pussy to try and prevent any more moisture escaping. Andy, who removed and disposed of his condom by throwing it into some bushes, also noticed and was sympathetic to her cause, as well as turned on by her soaking wet vagina. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a clean handkerchief. "It looks like you might need this," he said, offering it to Sandra. "Yeah, thanks Andy," said Sandra with gratitude. She took the handkerchief, and perched on the seat, her legs wide open. Andy watched as Sandra applied the handkerchief first to her pubic hair, drying the triangle of blonde hairs. She then lowered it into her pink vagina, the soft cotton absorbing her feminine wetness as the girl circled it around. Sandra then reached behind her, using the handkerchief to clean herself at the back. She wiped away the sweat and her pussy wetness from between the cheeks of her bum, and from her anus. "Maybe you should keep the handkerchief," suggested Andy, seeing the sticky, feminine-scented square of cotton in Sandra's hand. "That's probably a good idea," said Sandra. "Although, maybe you would like it as a souvenir? When you're away on active service, it will give you something to smell at night." "You're a sexy little bitch, aren't you?" said Andy, he and Sandra kissing again, and Sandra feeling her naked pussy again tingling and getting damp. Nearly an hour had gone by, and Callum and Susie would be back soon. They dressed quickly, Sandra pulling up her knickers and adjusting them around her pussy, before smoothing down her skirt. Switchboard Girls Soldiers & Sirens "Would you like a cigarette?" asked Andy, offering one from a packet. "I thought you'd never ask," said Sandra, taking one from the packet, Andy doing likewise. He struck a match, and lit first Sandra's cigarette, then his own. Opening the windows of the lorry fully, Andy and Sandra enjoyed their cigarettes, the smell of the smoke and the fresh country air dissipating the lingering scent of Sandra's vagina. "Would you like to go to the pictures tonight?" asked Andy. "Our regiment are all going." "Yes, thank you. I like the pictures, and you never know. We could have some more fun." "That's what I had in mind," smiled Andy, again putting his hand on Sandra's thigh, and sliding up to brush against her knickers. Susie and Callum returned from their hour spent walking and talking through the woods. Susie thought how much she enjoyed Callum's company, and was very pleased that he asked her to the pictures tonight. She and Callum could easily guess what Sandra and Andy had been up to for the past hour, but made no comment as they looked for any more lost animals, the guys capturing one more sheep and another pig. They then returned to the farm, the re-captured animals in the back, Andy driving with Sandra next to him, Susie in the passenger seat and Callum riding on the running board. They got a good laugh at the farm, with Mr. Dodswell attempting to capture a goose, only for the bird to turn on him, chasing the elderly man, squawking and honking loudly and delivering a hard peck to his bottom. The animals now recaptured, the day came to a close, and the Vicar drove Susie and Sandra home, both girls looking forward to the evening at the pictures with the soldiers. * If it wasn't for Callum, the night was an absolute dud, thought Susie. She sat in a pretty pink frock in a row towards the front of the cinema, Callum to her left, Sandra her right, with Andy's arm around Sandra's shoulder. The cinema was full with people from the town, Andy and Callum's regiment and a considerable number of Sandra and Susie's workmates from the exchange also present. The movie was terrible, absolutely terrible. It was one of many patriotic films churned out by Hollywood, but rather than feeling uplifted, Susie found it boring, depressing and in a way insulting. She thought about the adage about beggars and choosers, but this was of little relevance, so bad was the film. Susie compared it to chocolate; she absolutely loved chocolate, and missed it due to wartime rationings, but if she saw a melting chocolate bar on the street on the way to work, she wouldn't get down and eat it from the asphalt. This film was like the chocolate in the street. Adding to her distaste was the smoking. Susie had never smoked, despite her aunt, uncle and three cousins indulging in the habit and most of the girls at work smoking too. When they were younger, Sandra had tried to introduce Susie to smoking cigarettes, and had been most amused when the teenager had vomited in a garden bed in response. Tonight, Sandra and Andy smoked like fiends, two ladies from the post office took deep drags on their cigarettes, and the local greengrocer puffed on his pipe. All other people, with the exception of herself and Callum, seemed to be smoking, the cinema filling with smoke. This reminded Susie of a school trip to London before the war, where a thick, yellow pea-soup fog rolled in, the filthy haze choking the landmarks such as St Paul's Cathedral, Big Ben, the Tower of London and Tower Bridge that Susie had been keen to see. Although she feared the sound, Susie found herself almost hoping that the air raid sirens would start up, and the message 'AIR RAID - EVACUATE CINEMA' - would appear on the screen. The Luftwaffe, however, seemed to be either having a night off, or had travelled to London by a different route. Susie checked her watch. An hour had gone by, and the film was to last three. She could see that Callum looked at the screen with disinterest, and unable to take any more of the terrible movie she whispered to Callum, "I need to go to the ladies." "So do I," he whispered back. Through the darkness and smoke, an old couple glared at him in amazement and disapproval, and he back-tracked. "Sorry, I mean the gents." Susie and Callum got out of their seats, and made for the lobby. Joan, the elderly cashier, was the only person in the quiet, smoke-free lobby. They walked towards the toilets. "I couldn't take any more of that film," said Susie. "Me either," agreed Callum. "It was terrible, plus all the smoke ..." "I notice you don't smoke," commented Susie. "Why waste money on something that you don't enjoy?" asked Callum. "True," agreed Susie. They went into the respective toilets, Callum standing at the urinal and wishing that he had Andy's confidence. Perhaps he could win over the beautiful Susie as easily as Andy had done with Sandra, but she wasn't the same type of girl as her cousin, so maybe not. In the ladies, Susie looked down at her knickers as she sat on the loo, wishing she was more like Sandra. Maybe she and Callum could enjoy the same intimacy as her cousin if she had more confidence, but then maybe Callum would think she was a slut. Callum zipped himself up, flushed the urinal and washed his hands, then exited the gents to wait for Susie. After a minute, he heard Susie flush the toilet, wash her hands and emerge. "Let's go for a walk," suggested Callum, "that's of course, if you don't want to watch the rest of the film?" "No thank you," said Susie. The night spring air outside was refreshing after the hour in the cinema, and Susie and Callum spent the next half an hour walking and talking, each trying to raise the courage to make a move on the other. As they neared the van that the soldiers had driven down in, Susie resolved in her mind that Callum would be leaving for the war soon, and would not get much pleasure then. She could tell that the handsome young Scotsman liked her, and while she didn't have to be as shameless as Sandra, she could let him know that she was open and available to his desires. Susie took Callum by the hand, and planted a light kiss on his cheek. The young man seemed surprised, but responded by kissing her back, and nervously embraced her, Susie wrapping her own arms around Callum. "What's gotten hold of you?" asked Callum, amazed that the shy girl had instigated this. Susie thought about Sandra's advice. "There's a war on. You're in the army, we've got German bombers flying overhead all the time, and neither of us know what our future holds. We might as well enjoy the present, don't you agree?" "Agree fully," said Callum, he and Susie exchanging another kiss, this time on the lips, his confidence growing as did the erection in his underpants. He guided Susie towards the van, and opened the back doors, extending his hand to escort Susie inside, closing them behind them. It was dark inside, and Susie heard Callum rummaging around, lighting a match and then a small lantern, the yellow light illuminating the van's interior. He took a blanket, and laid it out on the floor. "You brought a lantern and blanket?" asked Susie. "Andy's idea," said Callum, "to be prepared for well, you know." Susie smiled. She knew exactly what Andy was prepared for, and appreciated the forethought he had shown, albeit not directly for her. She pushed aside her nerves and she and Callum kissed on the lips, embracing each other close. Susie felt her vagina tingle, and the first wetness inside her knickers. In the dim light, Susie unbuttoned Callum's shirt, and like her cousin had done with Andy, admired his fit figure. Callum allowed his fingers to linger on Susie's chest, feeling the teenager's tight, young breasts through the fabric of her dress and her bra. They kissed again, and Susie felt Callum's fingers on her bottom, feeling her knickers through her dress. The front of Callum's trousers and underpants were now distinctly over-tight, and Susie's knickers were getting wetter and wetter. Susie kicked off her shoes, and Callum admired her pretty bare feet, the perfect toes and arches. Andy had often boasted about how he liked girls' feet sexually, and while Callum had not seen the appeal until now, looking at the teenager's bare feet he could now see what Andy found so arousing. Susie opened her legs, allowing Callum to see her knickers - pink, full-brief cotton knickers - in the lantern-light. Callum clearly liked what he saw, Susie noticing the increasing bulge at the front of his groin, and reaching out to touch him there. Callum grinned, and took off his shirt completely, then his shoes and socks, before removing his trousers, his underpants tent-like. Susie unbuttoned her dress, and took it off over her head, the young girl now down to her bra and knickers. Looking at the barefoot teenager in her pretty pink underwear sent the feelings of pleasure through his cock to greater and greater heights. Susie and Callum caressed on the floor in their underwear, Susie's inexperienced fingers feeling his cock through his underpants, stroking it back and forward, while she got wetter and wetter between her legs. Reaching behind Susie's back, Callum unclasped and then removed Susie's bra, the teenager's firm, young, breasts coming into view, her nipples hard with arousal. Only her most private areas were now covered by her knickers. Callum lovingly caressed Suzie's bare breasts, before sliding his left hand down her stomach, and his right hand down her back. His fingers played with the elastic of her knickers, then felt their way inside. At the front, Callum felt the curls of Suzie's pubic hair, and at the back, the firm cheeks of her bum. He slid her knickers down, Susie's luxurious mound of dark brown pubic hair that exactly matched the color of hair on her head came into view. He pulled them down further to her knees and down her calves, taking them off completely when they reached Susie's dainty feet. Susie returned the gesture, pulling down and removing Callum's underpants, her eyes widening at the sight of his freed cock, rock-hard and huge. When Susie washed her vagina in the bath, she could feel how tight she was, and worried if he would fit inside her. However, there was another concern. It was two weeks since her last 'ladies day' as her Aunt Ethel put it. Not that Aunt Ethel was of any help with this, Sandra was always the one who had assisted Susie when she had girls' problems, but Susie knew that the middle of a woman's cycle was when she was most likely to fall pregnant. Nerves began to get the better of her, and Callum noticed. "What's wrong?" he asked, stroking her hand reassuringly. "I don't want to have a baby," said Susie in a small, timid voice. Callum smiled. "Relax, I've already got something for that." Susie's eyes followed him as Callum took out his wallet and removed a condom, unwrapping it and holding it out for Susie to see. "I'll wear this, and you have nothing to worry about." With that, Callum slipped the condom on, and he and Susie lay down on the blanket together. Susie squirmed in delight when Callum stroked her pubic hair and the cheeks of her bare bottom, her vulva continuing to tingle and get wet. She laid back on the blanket, and opened her legs wide, eager to feel a man inside her for the first time, coupled with nerves simultaneously. Callum took in the best sight of his life so far. A beautiful 19-year-old girl, slim with perfect breasts and feet and a mound covered in luxurious brown pubic hair, her long legs open to show her oval-shaped, pink vagina, the wet interior visible through her hair. Further down towards Susie's bottom was the teenager's tight, somewhat starfish-like anus, the skin here slightly darker in color than that of her vagina and her skin. "You're so beautiful, Susie," Callum whispered to her. Shy Susie blushed and stammered, "Thank you," before she and the young soldier exchanged another kiss on the lips, and Susie felt Callum's penis against the entrance to her vagina. The girl was wet enough to allow easy entry, but very tight due to her virginity, and Callum had to ease his way inside, Susie gasping as he went deeper and deeper. "Let me know if it hurts," Callum assured her. Susie appreciated the thought. "Thanks, I will." Slowly at first, Callum moved backwards and forwards, getting into a rhythm. Susie felt the tingling in her clitoris and began to enjoy this new sensation. Callum felt the temperature of the teenager's tight, vice-like pussy through the condom and increased his strokes, to which he could feel Susie getting wetter and wetter. Susie held Callum tight, her bare toes flexing and un-flexing at the ecstasy she was feeling. Her nipples were rock-hard, and these coupled with the similar tingling of her clitoris and her wet vagina made her wish she could stay doing this all night. After about twenty minutes, Callum felt his balls tighten and his cock exploded, his ejaculation captured by the condom. He could see that Susie was close to orgasm too, so continued to pound away, until the girl's back arched and a delighted, if somewhat surprised expression came upon her face. Susie felt the sensations from her clitoris treble in intensity, spreading through her vagina and into her anus, running through every muscle in her pussy and her rectum. Her fingers and toes curled inwards, she gasped and a rush of liquid came from her vagina, soaking Callum's pubic area. Callum gave the breathless teenager a kiss on her lips, then withdrew from her soaking vagina, removing the condom, himself amazed at how much sticky white fluid he had produced. He and Susie shared a few minutes kissing and caressing each other's naked, sweaty bodies. Callum had been with other girls back in Scotland, most usually easy girls that Andy had set him up with, but none compared to this little English fox. When they went to get dressed, Susie was in the same predicament as Sandra earlier in the day, with such a sticky, damp vagina that she would be very uncomfortable for the rest of the evening in wet knickers. Unconsciously Callum assisted Susie in the same way Andy had assisted Sandra with the same problem, offering her a clean handkerchief to clean and dry between her legs. Susie thanked Callum, taking the handkerchief and squatting down in front of him, drying her pubic hair, then her vagina before she turned around, giving Callum a perfect view of her bare bum as she moved the handkerchief between her cheeks, cleaning away her pussy moisture from her buttocks and anus. Much dryer now, Susie reached for her knickers, but Callum picked them up. "I took them off, I'll put them back on you," he said. The teenager was a little bit taken aback by this, but far from closed minded to the idea. She put her bare feet into her knickers as Callum held them out, then pulled them up her legs, and adjusted the pink cotton gusset so Susie's knickers were comfortable around her crotch, and covered her pubic hair, pussy and bum. Susie had never had a man handle her knickers before, much less put them on her and it felt so good and so bad. So bad, in that it wasn't how a young lady should behave, but so at the same time good because it was so forbidden. Both Callum and Susie dressed, and stepped out of the van. They immediately came face to face with Sandra and Andy, who were waiting impatiently. "How long did you expect us to sit through that damn-awful movie?" Andy jokingly asked Callum. He grinned at Susie. "I hope you didn't damage the suspension, the way it was rocking back and forth." Susie blushed, but caught sight of Sandra's expression. Her cousin looked amazed in that Susie had done this, but her expression was also mixed with pride. Andy and Sandra stepped inside the van, and closed the door, while Susie and Callum went back to the cinema, waiting in the lobby until Sandra and Andy returned. They went back into the cinema just as the terrible movie finished, the credits listing the players, then did the patriotic thing, standing to attention for the playing of 'God Save the King.' Susie thought to herself that maybe the war had some advantages. Rationing was an inconvenience, air-raids scary and danger constant, but Sandra had been right. If a girl wanted to have some fun, she could definitely find some.