Angel
written by:
Shadow Hunter

Angel

August 18th, 1943. High over northern Germany, during Operation HYDRA.

08:37hrs

The sky was crystal clear and cobalt blue above us, the Earth laid out like a living tapestry beneath - silver rivers glinting in the sun, the sea shining like a mirror and all looked peaceful and inviting. I loved flying high on clear days, climbing through canyons of sun-split clouds, dancing on nimble wings, enjoying the freedom of flight and feeling like I could almost reach God. Just a pity this was wartime and the skies were so very hazardous.

We had been doing air photography of the German air force V1 rocket testing base at Peenemunde after the previous night's bombing raid so as the boffin's back home could assess the effectiveness of our efforts to destroy it. We'd lost a few bombers and crews so I hoped they had smashed the place. As we left the England earlier in the morning we had seen some of the last wave of bombers returning, a few of which looked in a sorry state; badly damaged and undoubtedly with dead and injured crew on board. I felt anger and sorrow. I used to fly a Halifax bomber and had brought back injured and dead crew from a few night raids over the Rhur region, Germany's industrial heartland and a very heavily defended place.

I turned to Colin, my navigator and camera operator, gave a loud sigh of relief as he showed me a thumbs up meaning he had turned off all the cameras and wound in the film and I made a revolving motion with my right index finger in the air signaling "we're heading home mate". "Give her full throttle skipper," he advised, "this is bloody Foke Wolf territory, remember." He was referring to the fast German fighter that protected these skies from our bombers. But I knew we were safe. Our stripped down, fast and highly maneuverable Mosquito PR II twin engined fighter was faster than any of the German fighters around here. But I knew why Colin was anxious. He had a new girlfriend, Emily, and they were quite keen on each other. At least it sounded that way! I let Colin have a room in the little house I rented near our base in Oxfordshire. Like very many couples during these uncertain times, he and Emily were very regular lovers and Emily, an RAF nurse at the hospital near our base, had a wonderful symphony of sounds to accompany her sexual pleasure.

Emily was a tall, slim girl with long raven black hair, dark eyes, a great figure with a beautiful ass and lips to die for. She had a bubbly, gregarious personality and was great company. I used to be envious of Colin until Emily introduced me to Sarah. Sarah was American, beautiful but emotionally fragile. Sarah was also a widow. Her husband had been one of the brave Americans who had joined the RAF in September 1940, just towards the end of the Battle Of Britain and a year before the US entered the war proper. Sarah and he were from Minnesota; she had been a dance teacher and he had been a pilot with the US airmail service. In common with some of the other 244 Americans_ who volunteered, he went north to Canada and joined the Royal Canadian Air Force. When he was sent to England to augment the RAF, he was sent to 71 (Eagle) Squadron at Church Fenton. Sarah had gone with him to Canada and later on to England, refusing to be separated from him. John, her husband, saw plenty of action but was tragically killed during a daring, but ill-fated, raid on the French coastal port of Dieppe in August 1942, just a year ago. He never returned, just like a number of other pilots and a few thousand Canadian soldiers on the ground. War is a bastard. Shortly after, Sarah volunteered as an RAF nurse and worked with Emily.

I had a few friends who had died in action, leaving wives and girlfriends distraught with grief and I had decided not to get serious with any girl until this thing was over - if I survived. I wasn't a Monk, though, and had a number of encounters but never let them get serious. But Sarah had captured my soul. She still grieved for John; they had been very much in love after all. I could see her in my mind, fine blonde curls to her shoulders, bright blue eyes, wonderful curvy figure and beautiful legs, all the way up to such a lovely backside and rather wonderful looking breasts, though I had yet to see them in the flesh. I knew I could so very easily fall in love with her.

Colin shook me out of my daydream with instructions to change course further west and again urged me to give full throttle. "You must be on a promise with Emily tonight buddy," I said, smiling. "I rather hope so" was his very English accented reply, "and I believe Emily and Sarah are both free tonight so maybe you two will....?" I shut him up with a playful index finger pistol to the head gesture and he gave a lecherous wink and smile. Sarah and I had yet to 'connect' physically. Like me, she was hesitant about getting too attached to a man again in these times, especially another pilot. But we had become closer than she or I would admit. And I really did want to make love to her. I often thought about it, spending a day in bed with her; exploring her whole body, tasting her, kissing her, feeling her against me and feeling myself inside her, enjoying her, gently loving her.

"SKIPPER! Bandits 2 o'clock low!!" cried Colin over the intercom. The nose of our Mosquito is glazed and Colin lies down there when we are flying over a target, using sights and controls to keep us on course so the cameras got the best chance of picking up the most information. He had seen the approaching enemy fighters through his nose windows, below my line of sight. We were over Holland now, not far from the North Sea and then the English Channel. These buggers were gunning for us. They knew what we were and the information we carried and were heavily armed. Plus, these German FW pilots mostly had plenty of combat experience from the Russian front and weren't bloody afraid. And we were unarmed. All we had was speed. The FW190 is bloody fast but we were faster, but they always tried. I saw the flash of guns, on the edge of their effective range but I didn't want to fall prey to a lucky shot from anyone. My Mosquito, nimble as a dancer, obeyed my command, sharply rolled right, climbed further and at the same time I gave her full throttle. She jumped ahead and away. Then more flashes from the right; Gerry was determined to have a go even at extreme range. Shells slammed into Firefly amidships, one tearing a hole right through her. Rapidly, though, our superior speed opened the gap and the 190'_s gave up. By this time we were over the Friesian Islands. Chalky gave me the next course change to south-by-south east, straight home.

That's when the port engine began to misbehave, smoke streamers beginning, loss of power and temperature rising. The Gerry shells and damaged her. I'd keep it going as long as I could but would have to shut it down soon and re-trim her to fly on one engine. Eventually, much later than planned, we crossed the English coast, and soon were approaching Benson. I took the quickest way in onto the almost north-south runway and set her down as gently as I could. McLeod, the Sergeant mechanic, would tend to her wounds. And probably give me grief for getting his girl damaged! We had a few drinks with our Squadron buddies in the Officers mess and later, in the village, we met the girls at our favourite pub. In they walked, Emily and Sarah, both smiling in delight, Sarah a little demurely. Judith rushed and threw herself into Colin's arms; Sarah just hugged me, gently. But I noticed a tear in her eye.

We had some drinks and Colin then said "Right Skipper, we're off"__, hoisted Emily up by the hand and headed out. Likely back to his room in my house to play another symphony! Sarah and I talked some more then went for a stroll around the village, ambling towards my house, subconsciously giving Colin and Emily time to get there ahead of us. We walked with arms lightly around each other, went into the garden when we got there - it was peaceful and beautiful in the evening sun - and sat on the seat by the roses. Then Sarah turned and suddenly kissed me. Her lips were deliciously warm, soft and inviting. The kiss deepened quickly and her tongue danced with mine. I was surprised at this suddenness but I drew her closer, hands sliding up her flanks, over the soft cotton of the lovely lemon summer skirt she wore with a beautiful red silk blouse. But I stopped just below her breasts, uncertain.

Sarah released my mouth and, crying softly now, said she had been so frightened for me and had visions of loosing someone else. She shook slightly as she told me she was finding it hard not to get emotional over me and wished she could have the 'grab it today' attitude of Judith. I kissed her again, on her shining red lips, slowly, lovingly as I caressed the nape of her neck and told her that Emily & Colin's cavalier attitude was defensive camouflage for something deeper.

I so wanted this woman. Not just in my bed, but in my life, however short or long that would be. Our kiss deepened and my hands moved north again, expecting to be repulsed but they weren't. I hesitantly circled her breasts, savoring their weight and fullness and then glided over them to her cleavage, opening one button and gently stroking her valley. I knew her sadness and the attachment she still had to John's memory. She actually wore one of his wristwatches every day. It looked odd against a woman's slim wrist but she insisted.

I was very aroused now; my "Guardsman" was very definitely on parade and rigidly at attention inside my uniform trousers. Sarah's legs parted slightly as she shifted in the seat. I took a chance and sent my right hand to her thigh, stroking it through her long skirt. She was bare legged, stockings would have been too warm and anyway they were too expensive now. I found the hem of her skirt and gingerly crept inside, still kissing her and stroking her neck and shoulders with the fingers of my other hand.

She broke the kiss. "Not here" she said and looked me straight in the eye, making no attempt to rebuke my wandering hands. I stood and led her inside. We mounted the stairs to my room, hearing no sounds from Colin's room and saw no sign they were even here. Sarah looked a little relieved at that. In my room I pulled the curtains and turned on a bedside lamp. We looked at each other. I made to speak but she silenced me with a soft kiss. I had some whisky in my room and a couple of glasses as well as a gramophone. I put on a record and poured us a whisky each, the best Irish. I inherited the taste from my father who hailed from Belfast and had been a British soldier in the Royal Irish Fusiliers during WW1. I was born in Belfast but was only a young boy when he and my mother decided to seek a better life elsewhere. They emigrated to Canada after that war in the hope of a brand new life and of banishing many bad memories.

As we sat on my bed I was stroking up and down Sarah's back. She leaned into me; I set down my whisky glass and boldly reached out and cupped her breast. She snuggled closer. Her nipple was erect; I could feel it through her blouse and underwear and it was obvious she was bra-less. She reached up and kissed me again, undoing the knot of my uniform tie at the same time. Then she stood up, smiled at me and unbuttoned her blouse and skirt and slid them to the floor. She stood before me in cream silk knickers trimmed with lace and a matching silk camisole top with delicate lace shoulder straps, her nipples pushing through the cool silk.

I drew her to me and pressed my face into her belly, feeling her softness and warmth through her silk garments. She held my head against herself and gently stroked it. I moved my hands up the backs of her legs, lingering behind her knees a little. She drew in breath and bent her knees slightly, squeezing me closer to her. My hands traveled further up to lightly grasp her ass, caressing it through the silk then sliding up under to the flesh and the crevice between her buttocks. One hand then pushed up her camisole to reveal the flesh of her belly and I kissed it softly and licked her neat, deep belly button. I pushed the silk further up, slowly, to find her breasts and cleavage and stretched up to run my tongue along her breasts' valley.

Sarah pushed the lace straps of her top off her shoulders and moved away from me slightly as it fell at her feet. Her breasts stood proud above me, her rich, dusky pink nipples erect and inviting. She leaned forward slightly, tempting my mouth with them. I couldn't resist. I tentatively took one breast in my hand and guided it to my lips and suckled, softly. She gasped again. I suckled harder and flicked her nipple with my tongue then gently nibbled with my teeth. She gasped sharply and held my head tightly to her.

With my other hand I moved around her thigh to the front and up, under the silk, to reach the outskirts of her womanhood. I released her breast then looked up at her and made to draw down her knickers, alert for a sign of hesitation or uncertainty. There was none so I slid them to her ankles and she stepped deftly out of them. Suddenly she was in front of me in the soft glow of my bedside lamp, peaches and cream complexion, shining eyes, inviting lips and enticing dusky curls at the base of her soft belly. She stepped towards me and I nuzzled her dusky curls, inhaling her invigorating woman scent and darting my tongue out to catch a taste of her musky sweetness. My hands clutched at her ass, separating her cheeks slightly and a few fingers falling into that moist crevice to dance north and south from thigh to tail bone, causing her to shiver and quietly whimper. As I stood, I kissed her deeply but gently, gathered her in my arms and laid her on my bed.

Quickly I undressed, draping my uniform over the bedside chair and picking up her clothes and doing the same with those. She watched me as I did so, eyes seemingly fixed on my erection standing rigidly to attention. When I lay down beside her she reached for me and began kissing me all over my neck, face and chest, sending electric shocks through me as she suckled my nipples. All my senses were engaged as she stroked my length tentatively from tip to base and back again with her fingertips. She wrapped her hand around me softly and began to squeeze me gently as I groaned. She rolled on top of me and began to devour my mouth, running her fingers through my short hair and clutching me around the neck. I felt tears fall onto my cheek and drew her face from me to ask if she wanted to stop. She just smiled, said "__No, I want this, I want us to love each other"_(tm) and resumed kissing me.

Sarah rolled back to lie beside me, reached down and took positive possession of me again in her cool, slim hand. Her thumb rotated around the head of my 'guardsman' causing me to gasp now. I turned on my side facing her kissing the top of her head as I stroked her shoulder. She buried her face in my chest and began to stroke me in such an exquisite rhythm I knew it would produce an explosion before long. But I wanted to be deep inside her, not on my belly, when that happened. I reached down and probed her curls to find a moist, warm slit that my finger slid easily into. She sighed in happiness and opened herself to my touch. I probed further into her, finding her centre and began caressing it. Her hips moved against me, her breathing deepened as my finger slipped inside her. As my fingers and thumb teased her she suddenly bucked hard against me, cried out, stiffened and I felt her orgasm once, then again, her eyes closed tight and biting her bottom lip. When she came down I still had my fingers within her and she began to apologize. But I just kissed her into silence. I reached for the drawer in my bedside stand to get a condom. She asked what I was doing and I told her. She shook her head and said, "No, don't. I want all of you. Anyway, I'm wearing the device I got when I married John." "_So, you planned this?" I asked. "_No, but I wanted to be safe in case"__ she replied. "_Anyway, if it's a military issue condom it'll give me a rash!" and we laughed.

I kissed her again and she responded by opening herself to me once more. I braced myself above her and slowly lowered toward her. She guided me to her gateway and I savoured the sensation of entering her, unhurriedly, going deep into her velvety wetness. She held her breath. She felt wonderful and I could feel her muscles gripping me. I thrust slowly inwards to my full length, aching to go further, then almost all the way out. She looked into my eyes, smiling and breathing deeply as my thrusts gradually intensified. Her hips rose up to meet me and she matched my rhythm, stroke for stroke, little moans escaping her throat. Her eyes closed and she again bit her bottom lip. I tried to reach down to suckle a breast as I thrust but my fulfilment approached rapidly. I didn't want this loving to end yet and tried to alter my strokes but she sensed what was happening and said "_go, please, go"__ and kept bucking up to meet my movements. Suddenly I felt a jet stream flow through me and I exploded out in a torrent, crying out in ecstasy with Sarah calling out "_yes, yes lover"_ and still writhing her hips against me. Finally spent but supremely happy and satisfied I rolled off Sarah to lie by her side. We fell asleep, on top of the covers, snuggled in each other's arms.

Lying in our afterglow we heard the rumble of a squadron of bombers pass overhead, outbound for another raid on another German city from which not all of them would return. Sarah asked, quietly, "Are you following them in the morning?" I said "No, I'm not on standby again for two days." I felt Sarah's breathing slow and deepen and she fell asleep. I followed quickly.

The sun streaming through the window into my eyes woke me, but I remembered closing the curtains. I rubbed my eyes and looked at my watch, still on my wrist. It was 5 am. I looked towards the light and saw Sarah, wearing my blue uniform shirt draped around her shoulders, sitting on the wide sill of the window that overlooks the garden. The sunlight in her hair created a halo and her skin shone. I sat up and gazed at her as she sat there, she looked ethereal, like an angel. Getting up from the bed I went over to her, kissed her and gently reached out for a breast, fondling it lovingly. My angel smiled up at me and said "I've decided to allow myself to love you"__ and I replied, "_So have I"__ and kissed her again, softly. I reached down to her dewy curls and traced my fingers through them to her still moist slit, her legs opened of their own accord as our kiss deepened. She brought her left leg up and placed her foot on the sill, widening her opening for me. Two fingers entered her lower lips and my middle finger danced around her clitty. Her tongue darted in and around my mouth as I continued the tango below. Then I broke the kiss, knelt down and pushed her thighs open further as she sat on the windowsill and reached my tongue into her once more. I lapped at her, enjoying her texture and musky-sweet flavour and breathing deeply of her scent. I lapped and gently sucked all around her, pulling on her lips and flicking her clit with my tongue. I felt her orgasm again, quietly, and pressed my mouth to her drinking in her nectar. I looked up at her face as she came down from her delight. Kissing my way up her body I once again scooped her into my arms and took her to my bed.

We stayed in bed, loving and sleeping and loving until noon. We woke to hear voices downstairs and realized Colin and Emily had returned. I pulled on my trousers and a sweater and Sarah dressed in my uniform shirt, which hung like a short dress on her when buttoned. We went down to the kitchen to bemused looks on their faces but Emily quickly sprang across the kitchen to hug Sarah and said to me "You make sure you come back to her each time."__ I just nodded. A little later, as we dressed, Sarah removed her wedding ring and placed it in my hand saying, with tears in her eyes, "_this is to remind you to come home each time. Don't you dare loose it, ever, and be sure to show me it each time you come home."__ I promised I would and slipped it onto the little finger of my left hand. She smiled through her tears.