Back in the spring, my husband and I went to visit a 1940’s Weekend. There were many people there dressed in the fashions and uniforms of the 1940’s. There were vehicles and stalls and it really was a wonderful weekend. An escape from the humdrum repetitiveness of my daily life.As I walked, arm in arm with my husband, Philip, I took in the sights, sounds and even tastes of the Forties. The corned beef hash was delicious! The majority of the chosen uniforms were, sadly, American but there were also some British Army, Royal Air Force (mainly officers, surprise, surprise) and Royal Navy uniforms along with a splash of Germans and French resistance fighters.What caught my interest, of course, was the ladies fashion. There were many varieties. Land Army girls, Nurses , Housewives, workers, posh ladies, they were all represented. The posh ladies were my favourites. They were so elegant in their knee length dresses, smart coats and hats or 40’s style hair. Some with fur stoles and some with elegant gloves but all had one thing in common: seamed stockings and heeled shoes!One woman in particular stood out from the crowd. She was in her late thirties, maybe early forties, with jet black hair styled up in that elegant wartime fashion. She was very pretty and had a beautiful figure with a slim waist and hips. Her dress was red and fitted her figure beautifully, accentuating her full, but not large, breasts. It was buttoned down the front from her collar to just below her knees and she wore seamed stockings with black patent strapped shoes and heels of about three inches. On her head she wore a small black hat with lace netting and around her neck a black fur stole. Her face was made up with plenty of foundation powder which was a pale colour, contrasting with her bright crimson lipstick and black kohl. As she walked, she appeared aloof but with a slight smile playing on her lips and at the edges of her eyes, the tiny creases gave that hint of early maturity. In short, she was stunning!As the day wore on, I saw her many times, walking arm in arm with her husband in his immaculate brown suit and trilby but she never saw me….or so I thought.That night, I went to bed and lay for a while thinking about the day we had and how much I enjoyed it. I have been to these things before but somehow, this time, it was better. I thought about the unknown woman in the red dress and gradually drifted off into a peaceful and contented sleep.I don’t know how long I had been asleep but I was awoken suddenly by a tremendous crash. As I came to, I realised that my house had collapsed! I was lying in the wreckage, covered in blood and I couldn’t move. I didn’t understand, what happened, where was Philip? It was pitch black but I could hear people shouting and children crying. I tried to move but I couldn’t and each time my chest hurt. It felt as though I was being crushed. I called out but I could hardly breathe, every breath was an effort.Suddenly, a light shone on my face.“Over ‘ere. She’s okay!” It was a man I didn’t know wearing dark blue overalls and what looked like a white metal hat.“Come on, Sid, help me get this beam off ‘er. It’s okay, Missus. We’ve got yer.”As they lifted I took a sharp intake of breath. Thank God I could breath again. The two men lifted me out of the pile of debris that used to be my home. The one called Sid, said:“Yer safe now love. We’ll take yer to the medics. They’ll check yer over don’t you worry.””What happened, where is my husband?” I screamed at them.“A doodlebug love. Yer know, one o’ them flyin’ bomb things. Bleedin’ Jerries. Fell right in front of yer ‘ouse it did. You’re lucky to be alive, I’ll tell yer!”I was shaking now, shock was setting in.“Where’s my husband?” I said again.“Don’t you remember, Anna? He’s away in the Air Force. He’s okay.” I turned my head. It was the lady in the red dress. “You’ve had a shock sweetheart. Let’s get you some tea.”I didn’t get it. What was happening to me? I looked around. bahis siteleri The quiet suburban street where I lived was gone. In it’s place were piles of bricks and broken timbers. A little along the road a house was burning fiercely. I could see two fire engines and an ambulance. They were like they were from a museum. Where were the fire brigade? I couldn’t take it all in and my legs gave way.“All right love, we’ve got yer,” and the two men helped me to the ambulance and sat me inside.“Anna, drink this tea. It will help you relax.” Again it was the lady with the red dress. I took the green cup and saucer with the little ridges.“Thank you,” I said and took a sip. I coughed violently.“Sorry,” she said, “a little too much brandy?”“No, it’s fine,” I told her, “Thank You. You are very kind.”“Don’t you know me, Anna?” There was a hint of concern in her voice.“I…I’m sorry, I can’t….can’t think straight.”“Laura, from the W.I. I live up the road.”“Yes, I’m sorry. My mind is a bit fuddled at the moment.”I looked around me. Everywhere was destroyed and burning. My head was pounding and in my confused state I thought I could hear other explosions in the distance. I vaguely heard Laura’s voice asking if I was okay and a man’s voice saying I was but needed someone to keep an eye on me for a few hours. She said she would take me to her house.“Can you walk, Anna?” she said to me.“Yes, I think so,” I said, and tried to stand. I was a little wobbly but otherwise okay.“Come on,” she said, “You can lean on me. I’ll take you home.”“It’s gone,” I looked at her. “My home is gone.”“I know,” she continued, brushing the hair from my eyes and some of the dirt from my face, smiling gently and with care in her eyes. “You can stay with me for now until we sort this mess out.”Slowly and carefully she guided me through the rubble, supporting me as I leaned on her until we reached her front door. Inside it was warm and welcoming.Once through the thick blackout curtain behind the door, she turned on the light and for the first time, I caught sight of myself in the hall mirror. I could not believe what I saw. I was wearing a long, once white, nightie which was covered in dust and dirt. My hair was hanging down and matted with the same debris that was on my nightie. I wore no shoes or slippers and my legs and feet were black and bloodied. My face looked bad. I had little cuts and bruises all over me and dark red dried blood was caked down the left side of my head. I just stood and stared open mouthed at my reflection and then it hit me. The tears welled in my eyes and rolled unstoppably down my cheeks leaving wet rivulets in the grime.“Oh, Love.”Laura took me in her arms and held me while I sobbed uncontrollably until I finally recovered my composure. She said:“Come on, Sweetheart, Lets get you cleaned up. I will run you a nice hot bath and see if we can help you settle.”Slowly , arm in arm, we climbed the stairs. Step by very painful step she carefully guided me until we reached her spare bedroom and she sat me on the bed.“You wait there while I draw some hot water for the bath.,” she told me. “Lay back and rest if you want to and don’t worry about the covers getting dirty,” she added, seeing my hesitance, “They will wash,” and with that, she disappeared into the bathroom. I just sat and listened to her moving around and heard the hot water splashing into the bathtub the steam escaping through the door as it filled. Soon, Laura returned. She had taken off her coat and hat and I noticed then that her dress had little capped sleeves, leaving her arms bare. “Okay?” she asked.“I think so,” I replied. “Laura. I don’t know how to thank you. You are so kind.”“Hush now, Anna. You would do the same for me. We all have to pull together in these troubled times.”Helping me to my feet, Laura guided me to the bathroom. She had laid out a clean nightie and bathrobe. On the floor were a pair of slippers.“Now then, arms up!”I slowly and carefully lifted my arms canlı bahis siteleri and Laura lifted the hem of my nightie gently up and over my head then dropped it on the floor near the door.“I don’t think you will be wearing that again,” she said. I looked over at what appeared to be a pile of bloodied, dirty rags.“No, I guess not,” was all I could manage.I tried to bend to remove my big, satin pants. “Owww…” I wailed.“Here, let me.” Stepping nearer, Laura took the waistband and very carefully pulled them down over my hips and legs until I could step out of them.“Ahhh, ouch. Laura, It hurts so much.”“I am not surprised, Anna, You had a house load of bricks on you not half an hour ago. The medic said you were very lucky to be alive. You are covered in cuts and bruises from head to toe! Now, do you think you can get into the bath?”“I think so.”I lifted my leg over the side and put my foot into the hot, welcoming, water then, using Laura as a crutch I lifted my other leg over and very carefully sat down, letting the water cover me. I winced in pain as I lay back. Laura looked alarmed,“Too hot?”“No, It’s lovely. It feels so good. Thank you.”“Good,” she replied, picking up a cloth, “Now lets get you cleaned up.”I lay back as she wet the cloth in the water and ever so gently washed all the blood and grime out of my hair. Her touch was so soft and I felt like a child being lovingly bathed by her mother. I closed my eyes and let the pain wash away from me, the hot, wet cloth taking away all my senses, making me feel relaxed and safe once again. Then I felt the hot, cleansing water run over my face, and the cloth delicately removing any trace of dirt, blood and memory of what had happened. I opened my eyes. Laura was now kneeling beside me. She saw me look at her and caressed my face with the back of her hand.“It’s okay, Anna, You are safe now.” Taking her hand and trapping it against my cheek, I smiled and whispered:“Thank you.”Waiting for me to release her, Laura just looked at me and smiled. The little creases at the edge of her dark brown eyes becoming a little more prominent. I also noticed the tiny ‘c’ shapes at either end of her mouth. She was beautiful. I let go of her hand and she wet the cloth again. Lathering some lavender scented soap into it she began to wash my bruised and battered body with the touch of the daintiest of fairies. I lay back as she lifted first one arm and then the other. She cleaned around my neck and the upper part of my chest and each time I winced, she stopped and waited. No hurry, just tender care. Hesitating, she began to clean under my breasts and stomach then moved back to wash my breasts themselves. I didn’t stop her. The sensations of tranquility and pleasure were so great I didn’t want them to end. I did not dare to look but my nipples felt like little stalks trying to reach the sun.Moving down to my feet, Laura lifted my leg out of the water. Without it’s aqueous support it suddenly became very painful and I gasped and groaned a little.“I am sorry,” she said sadly, “but I cannot do it any other way”.Supporting my heel she washed my foot and worked her way, as tenderly as she could, up my shin and around my calf, behind and over my knee until she reached my upper leg. The heat of the water, the scent of lavender and the gentle caresses of the cloth were intoxicating and as she repeated the process with my other leg all my pains and worries were being washed away. I closed my eyes and let myself drown in the wonderful sensations that were flowing over me. I became aware that Laura was now washing my belly and hips and I could feel the movement around my pubic mound. I was so relaxed now that I was breathing more slowly and deeply.“Anna…” a pause, “Anna,” a little louder, “Do you want to finish off?” She was offering me the cloth.I let my head roll from side to side on the top of the bath edge and lazily allowed my eyes to close. I felt the soft cloth begin to clean between canlı bahis my legs. Her fingers pressing gently between my labia and down towards the soft opening below. I shifted as much as the tight confines of the bath tub would allow to give her access and she continued further down towards my bottom. The cloth found its place and cleaned between my cheeks, softly rubbing the delicate area and pressing against the tightest opening. My breathing was becoming stronger now, heavier, and I realised I could no longer feel the cloth but Laura’s fingers moving up towards my aching vaginal opening.I could not open my eyes. The feeling was overwhelming and I felt a long slender finger slip inside me. I gasped with pleasure and squirmed as she began to work another in alongside the first, her thumb gently working my clitoris. Little mewing sounds began to escape as I pressed my head back against the bath and slightly arched my back then relaxed again back into the water. My nipples were aching and pulsing with every heartbeat and I felt the tension begin to build as my orgasm approached and then it hit me. At that exact moment I felt Laura’s mouth close over mine and out tongues met and caressed. My whole body contracted and tightened, my back arching out of the water. The sense of suffocation due to Laura’s mouth over mine only added to heighten the pleasure and the only sound that escaped was a muffled squeal. I sank slowly back into the water and Laura released me from our kiss.Withdrawing her hand from the water, she sat back on her haunches and looked at me. No words were needed. All the conversation we needed was in our eyes. I closed mine again and drifted off into a very contented half-sleep.“Anna, no, you mustn’t sleep. Not in the bath.” Laura was leaning over me, gently caressing my face. “Come on, lets get you out and dried off and into some warm, fresh night clothes.”“Laura, I feel strange, woozy. Like nothing is real.”“The Doctor said this might happen. It is a concussion. That is why he didn’t want you to be alone.”I tried to stand but I felt so weak. With Laura’s help I turned and knelt while the water ran away and, leaning heavily on her, managed, with much pain, to get out and step onto the bathroom floor. Once out I stood, swaying slightly as if I was drunk, I said quietly, haltingly:“Did you… touch… me? In the bath?”Her face went as red as her dress and she looked at the floor then, looking up again, answered almost inaudibly:“Yes, Anna. I couldn’t… well, I thought that you… I…”I placed my finger on her lips,“It’s alright, Laura, really it is. It felt so good.”“Yes, but…”“No buts. I liked it. I liked you doing it.”I couldn’t stand any longer and I started to fall forwards.“Anna!”She caught me and gently lowered me onto the chair she had brought in for me. Using a big soft fluffy towel, Laura dried me as gently and carefully as any mother would a new born baby. Every time I flinched, she would stop for a moment and say sorry. She gave me a pair of pale blue satin knickers to wear and a long pink cotton nightdress with a little silk ribbon tied with a tiny bow at the neck and finally the slippers. Although I still hurt tremendously, I at least felt human again. She led me, well, almost carried me back to the bedroom and sat me on the edge of the big double bed. She had already turned down the blankets so she removed my slippers and carefully lifted my legs onto the soft mattress, then pulled the blankets back over me. They felt heavy against my battered body but they made me feel secure and safe.“If you need me I will be in the spare room just across the landing. I will leave the doors open so I can hear if you call.””Laura, I don’t want to be alone. Will you stay? Please?”“Well, I… I suppose I could. Yes, all right I’ll stay.”“Thank you,” I whispered.She went across to the other room to switch off the light and came straight back. I watched her as she undressed, undoing the buttons of her red dress and slipping it off her shoulders, She dropped it on the floor. “That will need to be washed,” she remarked casually, as she pulled the thin straps of the beige, satin slip from her shoulders and lowered it, carefully stepped out .