A Night in France

A night in France.

I could hear the thunderous echoes of the German patrols growing louder as I hid in the barn, the stench of hay and manure filling my nostrils. My heart pounded like a drum in my chest, sweat dripping down my forehead as I tried to steady my breathing. I was Jamie, a 25-year-old RAF Mosquito pilot shot down over occupied France in 1942, my navigator dead and my plane destroyed. I was on the run, desperate to find the Resistance and flee back to England.

As I crouched in the shadows, I heard a soft rustling. I looked up to see a young woman with raven black hair styled in a bob and brown eyes. She had stumbled upon me in her family's barn. She looked frightened, but there was something in her eyes that told me she was intrigued.

"Who are you?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

"I'm Jamie, a pilot," I replied, my voice barely audible. "I need your help. I need to find the Resistance."

She looked at me for a moment, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and curiosity. Then, she nodded, and I knew I could trust her. She hid in the barn underneath the smelliest hay pile she could find.

"Stay here until I come for you, I am Edith the farmer's daughter." She said softly before dumping a hay bale on top of me. I lay there underneath the bale for hours not knowing what was happening.

That night, after she had helped me hide from the patrols, and the hum-dum outside had eased off, we found ourselves alone in the barn.

She brought me some soup, Onion I think and some bread. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel my heart racing. I don't now if it was out of trepidation, fear or something else. Hell, it was every allied airman's fantasy to be shot down over France and hiding with a nice, young lithe French girl. But whether Edith was one I wasn't sure.

I looked at her, her body outlined in the moonlight, and I knew I had to have her.

She motioned for me to eat my soup and then she would look at my wound. I had wounded my shoulder as I baled out. Leaving Fred my Navigator in his seat. He was dead anyway. Dead because some Nazi flak had cut straight through his head, almost as it if his head had been cleaved by an invisible axe. I hated leaving him but at least it was quick and painless.

Edith had arranged me on the mezzanine floor of the barn, overlooking the outside through a hatch and also overlooking the main barn beneath us. I had a hay bale for a chair and another one for a table as I ate her soup.

I ate the soup like a condemned man. I had been on the run for two days and hadn't really hadn't anything decent to eat. Aside form a few dead rats and some mushrooms. The homemade French Onion soup was simple but satisfying.

"Oi, Jamie let me take that for you." Edith said as I finished.

I handed her the simple plate, bowl and spoon.

"Merci.' I said. Merci being one of the few words of French I knew.

"Merci Jamie, but you can speak the Inglish I know it well." Edith replied.

I sighed in gratitude.

Thanks it is easier my French is terrible." I laughed.

"No Problemo. Now please take your shirt and Jacket off." Edith said.

I slowly took my brown leather sheepskin lined flying jacket, my uniform Jacket displaying my wings, and DFC with a bar. Then my light blue uniform shirt, then my vest I wore underneath. It seemed a lot but flying at night was cold.

As I took them off Edith stacked them on another hay bale with a crisp white sheet on it. I then sat there naked from the waist up.

I ran a hand through my tousled blond hair sort of combing it back, as I straightened my toned torso up and the moonlight lit up my hairy blond chest.

"Which one is hurt?" Edith asked. I used my right hand to point to my left shoulder.

Edith got up and sat on my other side her skirt scraping the wooden floor as she did.

She sat down on my left hand side. My left shoulder standing right in front of her.

"Tell me when and where it hurts." Edith said as she started probing my naked left shoulder. She poked and prodded. Pressing and moving it around. I indicated by way of noise or pointing where it hurt.

After about five minutes she stopped.

"Well Mr Jamie, I think your shoulder isn't that bad, maybe a little bit bruised. But no cuts, bleedings and it doesn't feel broken or dislocated.

I looked at her.

Edith was sitting next to me, and this was the first time I had a chance to look at her and study her.

She was about 21 maybe 22. Had her black hair in the classic French bob cut. She had sparkling blue eyes and pale skin, which I found unusual. She was maybe about 5'6" in height. She was wearing a white short sleeved blouse and a long dark blue skirt with several patches of different colours on it. She had on a pair of low black leather shoes.

"Now anywhere else injured?" Edith playfully asked as her hand moved towards my crotch.

I moved towards her, my hands reaching out to touch her. She didn't resist, and I could feel her body tremble under my touch. I kissed her, my tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her sweetness. As we passionately kissed.

She moaned, her hands reaching up to pull me closer.

She fumbled with my uniform belt and started to unbutton my fly. She then pushed me sideways so I was laying on the hay bale. She straddled my waist and pulled her blouse off over her head. Revealing her naked torso.

Her pale skin and her smallish breasts with their large pink areolas and hard, pink nipples.

She leaned forward towards me and started kissing me, on the mouth, and then down my chest kissing my chest all over right down to my waistband before kissing her way back up to my mouth then coming back down and licking and sucking each of my nipples in turn.

I reached down and put my hands underneath her arms, sliding her forward, I kissed her passionately on her mouth exploring the inside of her French mouth. Before sliding her up some more so she was straddling my chest and her nipples were staring me in the face. I put my good arm behind her back and pushed her into me. Her left nipple touched my lips, I immediately opened my mouth hungrily taking her nipple into my mouth Licking and sucking it. Getting soft moans of Oui out of her, as she urged me to suck and lick her nipple some more. I then moved over to her right nipple and did the same. Edith softly moaning 'Oui' and closing her eyes as I sucked her. I sucked and licked her nipples with gusto. Before we broke contact and she reached behind her and fumbled with my fly.

I moved my hands down and undid my fly, pulling my pants down to my knees as well. I was now naked lying underneath her.

"Merci, c'était un peu difficile." Edith said as she slid down my body.

"Pardon?" I half heartedly said as Edith placed her hand on my hardening cock.

"It was difficult." Edith said translating it for me. Then she slid down so me more so she had her head beside my cock.

She looked at with a twinkle in her eyes and then winked at me. And then she took my cock into her mouth. And her French mouth gave me 'French.'

I lay there on the hay bale which was surprisingly soft as Edith started her oral pleasuring of me.

She hovered over me in a sort of position on her hands and knees drooling down on my hard cock and coating it with her spittle. Before lowering her head and engulfing my cock with her mouth. She sucked me vigorously for quite a time, building up quite a suction. And her tongue was dancing around my super hard phallus as it was in encased in her mouth. She gave me the best blowjob I had ever received in my life up until that point. And I had a strange thought as she was slurping and pleasuring my manhood. I thought to myself.

'If I ever make it back to England again and fly again. I must endeavour to shot down again over France.'

. I got a sharp pain from my injured shoulder. Injured in the bailing out. But I was in an altogether place than Fred my navigator who had died when the flak hit us.

She pushed me down onto the hay bale. I sat there my cock standing proudly, like an airman at attention. And then she sank onto her knees and took my swollen member in her mouth.

Hungrily sucking and licking it along it's firm, veiny length. Taking it into her mouth and down her throat. Covering my cock in her spit and saliva.

I thought that if a Nazi patrol found us now and shot me on the spot, well at least I would die happy.

She sucked me up and down, licking me up and down my full length and also around my girth.

She also used her fingers to tickle my scrotum and anus, quick gentle tickles that only heightened my sense of pleasure.

I was starting to gasp softly and quietly as gave me a blowjob in a way only French girls could

Edith continued to suck on me. I reached down and cupped her small B cup breasts gently playing and massaging her nipples as she sucked. I also reached down and somehow snaked my hand inside her skirt and I could feel two things, One to my surprise was the feeling of satin as she was satin undies, the other was a warm wet feeling as I felt her hairy wet pussy.

There had always been talk in the locker room of what girls in other countries were like.

French girls passionate and sexual with bald pussies, Italians, dark sensual and passionate with trimmed pussies, Dutch good with their mouths but not too fussed with vaginal penetration. Germans, Firm, discipline types with out of control pussy hair.

And I was glad that Edith bucked the idea of bald French girl pussy, because I, for one had always favoured a bit of hair on my muff.

She sucked me for a while more making my cock get to it's full erection size of 11 inches.

Edith raised her head off me a bit gasped and said something in French.

"Mon Dieu, c'est énorme." She said which I understand was something about god and being huge.

Before she sucked me some more. I was getting close to cumming, so I reached down and held her left hand and squeezed it, she looked up at me. I looked at her and gestured that maybe she could off and I could return the favour.

She nodded and smiled before climbing off me. She half climbed/ half slid off of me. Standing beside me and taking her skirt off revealing to me that she was wearing a pair of red satin undies with black lace around the edges.

"Nice." I said as I looked at her.

She then slid her undies off and threw them to me. I caught them in my good arm. And I had a quick sniff, she smelt sweet and fruity as I smelt the wet patch on them.. I then saw that she had a full bush of pussy hair, although it was neatly trimmed up the sides.

"You like, Oui?" Edith asked.

"Oui, Oui." I replied nodding furiously.

I walked towards her and we kissed as we stood there, I motioned for her to sit down on the hay bale I had been on. She walked over and sat down on the hay bale.

I knelt before her, my hands reaching up to touch her body.

I could see her naked body, her breasts firm and perky, her nipples hard. I leaned in, my tongue flicking over her nipples, causing her to gasp.

"Oui, you are a naughty boy, Non?" Edith teased me.

I moved lower, my hands spreading her legs apart. I could see her pussy, hairy and wet. I buried my face in it, my tongue lapping at her juices. She moaned, her hands reaching down to grip my hair.

I lapped at her French pussy, like a thirsty sheepdog, licking it up and down furiously. And also licking it from side to side, causing Edith to gasp and moan as I returned the favour. I also felt an unwelcome sensation as I knelt in front of her. Hay. Good for resting, not too comfortable when your naked cock is poking into the hay bale. But I was concentrating on the task at hand mere centimetres in front of me.

I licked and licked until she grabbed me by my hair and pulled me into her.

"Oh mon Dieu oui, fais-moi jouir." Edith cried out as one hand pulled me closer into her and one hand grasped at the top of the hay bale. I continued licking her and she came violently, screaming obscenities in French as well as gasping. She filled my mouth with her juices and I stood up, my cock hard and throbbing.

Edith lay there gasping her body recovering from her orgasm.

She looked at me, her eyes filled with desire. I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist.

We passionately kissed, our tongues mingling inside her warm French mouth.

I went to lift her up onto a hay bale. But she motioned for me to stop. She put her hand on my shoulder and turned me so I was back to the hay bail.

Just then we heard a scuffle of footsteps followed by a creaking sound as the barn's doors were opened and a squad of German soldiers entered.

"So Madame DuBois. We have had reports of an RAF pilot in the area. Tell me have you seen them?" Came a heavily accented German voice.

"Non Monsieur, I have not seen any Anglais pilots. I am here on my farm with my husband and three daughters. We tend to our farm and keep ourselves. It is hard since all the men are gone. But we manage. I swear there are no Anglias pilots here." An older French accented female voice said.

I went deathly quiet, and still. Not even daring to breathe as the small squad of German soldiers searched the barn.

Edith and I sitting on the hay bale, owing our shadows wouldn't attract attention, as we held each other naked.

"Why do we have to search this sty of a frog farm. Mademosielle Michelle is performing in the café tonight. And we will miss all the best seats while we are here." A German soldier complained to his comrade.

"Ya. But we could go east." His comrade in arms replied as they half-heartedly searched for me.

"So tell me where is that fine looking daughter of yours, Edith? I could escort to the local cabaret." The young German officer asked.

"I don't know." The woman who seemed to be Edith's mother replied.

"pity. But she better not be working with the resistance. It would be a shame to have to torch all this and send her to the camps. The SS are not as forgiving as we are in the Luftwaffe. Auf wiedersehen for now." The officer said clicking his heels in classic German style.

While I was daring not to breathe and was deathly still. The same couldn't be said for Edith.

My new French companion was still eagerly sucking my cock and balls and had even intensified her sucking and licking while the barn was searched below us.

I watched them leave the barn through a crack in the floor. Then I turned and looked down at Edith kneeling between my open legs.

"Phew, thank Christ they're gone." I muttered.

"Good eh?" Edith muttered in reply as she paused her fellatio.

I let her continue to suck me for a little while longer. Before I stood up and grabbed her by her black hair, and forced her mouth down onto me. I was sort of half mouth fucking her.

After about ten minutes of face fucking I pulled back out of Edith's young French mouth.

"fancy a swap?" I asked her.

Edith nodded.

I helped her up and after giving her quick kiss and tasting the musky taste of my own fuckstick. I spun her around and sat her down on the hay bail behind her, I then knelt down and spread her legs.

"Je te veux en moi."

"Pardon?" I replied.

"Oh yes, excuse me. I want you in me." Edith huskily replied.

I stood back up and I slid inside her, feeling her tight pussy grip my cock. She moaned; her head thrown back in pleasure.

I moved her up and down, her pussy clenching around my cock. She rode me, her hips grinding against mine. I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew I couldn't hold back much longer.

I moved her to the ground, my cock still buried inside her. I thrust into her, my hips moving in a steady rhythm. She moaned, her hands reaching up to grip my shoulders. I could feel her pussy tightening around me, and I knew she was close.

I flipped her over, her ass in the air. I slid my cock inside her, feeling her tighten around me. I moved slowly, my hands gripping her hips. She moaned, her body shuddering with pleasure.

I moved faster, my cock slamming into her. I could feel her pussy tightening around me, and I knew she was about to cum. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed it, feeling her body tense.

She cried out, her body shaking as she came. I could feel her pussy clenching around my cock, milking it. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I came, my cum shooting deep inside her.

I collapsed on top of her, my body spent. She turned to look at me, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

"That was amazing," she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

I smiled, my hand reaching up to stroke her cheek. "You're amazing," I replied.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined. I knew I had to leave, but for now, I was content to stay in her arms.

As we lay there, I knew I had found something more than just a way to escape. I had found a connection, a bond that could never be broken. And as I looked into her eyes, I knew that no matter what happened, I would always cherish this moment.

"I'll never forget this," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion.

She smiled; her eyes filled with tears. "Neither will I," she replied.

Before slipping away to grab some food and coffee. Returning after a short while.

"Enjoy this meal. My brave airman. You need your strength." Edith said as she sat down next to me, partially clothed as I sat on the hay bale naked.

"Why? Because of what we just did to strengthen Anglo-French relations." I teasingly asked as I dug in.

"Oui. But also because the resistance will collect you tomorrow and take you onto the next stage of your escape. I am sorry." Edith said.

Thank you but why sorry?" I asked.

"I am sorry because you have given a good time to me and I will miss you. But you must start moving. " So unfortunately I cannot introduce to my mother or my two sisters. "Edith said sighing.

We spent the rest of night laying there talking and discussing things as well as quick lesson in rudimentary French. Until I was collected the next morning by the local resistance cell. Who treated my sore shoulder and gave me a change of clothes.

I kissed Edith goodbye and thanked her and her family, then I was bundled into the back of a farm truck with a load of pigs and driven off.

And with that, I knew that our love would be forever etched in our memories, a reminder of the passion and desire that had brought us together in that barn in occupied France.

I spent the next few months returning to England and after of period of leave was back at my old squadron as the nightly bombing of the Reich continued. And whenever I flew over a certain of France my mind wandered to a certain barn and a certain farm, that contained a certain French girl.