Midnight Rendezvous
“Meet me tonight in the old granary near the mill.”
As I tended the wounded G.I.s lying on cots in the cellar, my heart raced with excitement as I repeated the words of that brief note. The man I had married eight months ago was here in my French village. We would finally be together again. I had been forced to hold on to the memory of the handful of times we made love, and I thirsted for more. At last, perhaps we would get the chance!
Gil was a major in the Army when I met him. In 1943, he and his platoon passed through our town. We had a truly whirlwind romance and got married; I think it was because I was so alone since my parents were killed in the bombings, and I needed someone. Gil was so strong, so manly, and so devilishly handsome. Besides, my father was American, so I shared that bond with this dashing Army officer.
We had two wonderful days and nights together, and then he had to move on. He had orders. I couldn’t leave my uncle and aunt, who were trying to build a resistance cell amongst compatriot Free French. Every able body was needed. We had to relocate some seventy kilometers to the south when Nazi bombs destroyed our town. My uncle took over a small bakery, and we used that as a front. For almost a year, we protected fugitives and aided American and British soldiers and pilots in returning to their lines.
This very evening, as a summer thunderstorm pounded the cobbled streets, six men showed up on our back doorstep. They were American. Two were badly wounded. Imagine my shock and joy when I recognized the officer leading the squad. It was Gil! I had forgotten how he lit up my being with just a glance. I saw that he was much more weathered and scarred, his hair grayer, his eyes sunken. But nothing could dim his smile or roughen his kind heart.
He and two of his men left to scout around, and on his return, he gave me this note. My aunt fed them and made sure the injured soldiers were stable. Gil went out again, I assumed to keep watch. Once I was sure I could be spared, I slipped away. I had to see Gil.
The warm rain soaked my clothes in moments and took all the curl from my hair, but I cared nothing about that. I darted quietly from street to street until I had left the town limits and gained the woods. I knew exactly where the granary sat. Despite the darkness, I found my way. The little stone building was well-hidden among the trees, no longer used and overgrown by brush. I approached the door cautiously, ensuring I hadn’t been followed. German patrols sometimes made it this far out. But it seemed the storm had kept them from venturing out tonight. I hurried inside.
The one room was deserted, the only furnishings a bench, a table, and an old mattress, maybe left by the last owner. I felt around and found a candle on the table and lit it with the matches I kept in my pocket.
Suddenly the door opened. I swiveled, a flash of lightning illuminating the tall form in the doorway. Gil. He set down his machine gun, and I ran into his arms.
That first connection of our bodies thrilled me. Though we both were wet through, we were warm. I felt the heat radiating off of his skin. He bent his head and kissed me ravenously. I returned the kiss, realizing that I had eight months’ worth of desire to unleash. So did he, as I could tell from his hungry kisses.
“Oh, my darling, it has been so long!” I moaned against his mouth.
“I know. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw you here,” he answered, claiming my mouth again. “My sweet little Teresa!” The way he kissed me—deep, wet, open-mouthed kisses—made me weak. I trembled in his arms and pressed myself harder into him.
We barely needed words. All we knew was that we didn’t have much time, not with every minute so unpredictable, and we needed each other. I wanted to touch Gil all over, and I tried, but he sensibly stopped me so we could take our clothes off.
“We’ll soak the bed,” he explained with a little grin.
I slid my shoes off and tore off my skirt and blouse and underthings. Then I sat down on the mattress to watch him undress. How tantalizing that was! He was all sinew and sun-bronzed skin, big in the shoulders and lean in the hips, with bulging arms and strong, hairy legs. When he turned to throw his clothes on the bench, I went hot at the sight of his tight ass. The wanton woman in me yearned to dig my fingers into those taut, virile muscles as he made love to me. My eyes then settled on his bold manhood, thick and stiff and nestled in black hair. My core moistened and warmed.
He came to me, but instead of taking me in his driving heat as I thought he might, he slowed his movements and honored my body with his eyes and his hands. I felt beautiful, which in all these months, I rarely had. He began whispering his admiration as he touched me in ways I had only dreamed of.
“Baby, you’re so smooth and silky… you feel wonderful to me. Your skin, your hair… I could breathe in the scent of your hair forever. I dream about you every night, baby. Ever since we parted, I’ve had to keep the picture of you the way you looked in my arms that last night clear in my mind. The way you panted and arched under me, so sweet and fresh in your virgin nakedness… your long hair splayed over the pillow… your soft legs wrapped around my waist… your velvety lips swollen from my rough kissing… the brightness in your gorgeous eyes as you watched my face… oh, baby, I’ve been aching to see all that again. You’re more beautiful than you were, if that’s possible. I love you, darling wife. My beautiful bride. I can’t be away from you like that.”
“My Gil, my sweet husband,” I murmured, my hands combing through his wet black hair. “I love you, and have longed to be with you, too.” I took a breath as his fingers strayed over my breasts, round and soft and sharply peaked. He squeezed them, and I moaned. Gently he laid me down. Then he slid his hand down my belly and right into the dewy thatch between my thighs. My voice cracked with a cry, and I lifted my hips to his touch. He kissed me again as he stroked and teased me, helping me to open to him.
My hand wasn’t idle. It touched his bare hip and closed around his smooth, throbbing length. I felt him tense and inhale. Reveling in the response I could draw from him, I fondled him more. His breathing grew quicker, more staccato.
“My God, you’re good,” he broke out, edging closer to me. He increased his attentions to my now slippery entrance, going so far as to slide a finger in. I wriggled, welcoming the deeply intimate touch. Our tongues mated lustfully.
His caresses were amazing, and I would have bathed in them for hours, but I needed more. I had to feel again the power of his body as it claimed mine the way only a man can claim a woman. I had to give all of myself and take all of him.
“Please, Gil, love, I want you,” I whispered, kissing his shoulder and chest. “Make love to me. I have to feel you inside me. Make me yours again.” By the light of the candle, I caught the flashing of his incredible gray eyes, made more eye-catching by the stern black brows arched over them. He sucked on my neck.
“Gladly, Teresa,” he said in his rich, deep voice. He eased on top of me, holding my wrists. I felt his hot thickness moving along my wanting flesh. The rain poured outside and lightning now and then lit the dark night. When he entered me, my cry was drowned out by a long rumble of thunder. Gil groaned, his teeth gritting as he felt himself sheathed in my tightness.
We writhed together while the storm surrounded us. Outside was drenching rain, lurid lightning, deafening thunder; inside we were drenched in sweat and the nectar of our sexes, while love and desire burned longingly in our eyes, and our ears were nearly deafened with thudding heartbeats and rushing blood. I pulled my husband in close, and he buried himself in me over and over. I met his hips with my own welcoming strokes. His chest and belly were moist with sweat. My skin was slick beneath him.
We tried to speak but could only spit out incoherent pieces of encouraging and pleasured words. Sometimes Gil cursed, and I found it very arousing; it ignited my body and mind to see my strong, confident, self-controlled husband stripped of all but his raw masculinity. I moaned and gave wispy shouts as he licked my breasts and tugged at the pointed nipples with his teeth. Always, we were moving. His thrusts bounced my body and jolted me with carnal electricity. I twined my legs around his ass. The muscles clenched each time he burrowed into me. I noted that I was dripping by now; I felt as well as heard the heavy slap of his testicles against my oozing cleft.
“Take me, Gil!” I puffed, eagerly grinding my hips in rhythm with his.
“Oh God… I’m close, baby,” he warned.
“Inside me! Mark me, darling! Be the only man to fill me with his seed!” I burst out. My head felt very light, and I lost all senses except that of pleasure.
Gil roared, shaking as he pushed into my body. I vaguely felt his manhood pulsing as my loins clenched, and my world went dark for a moment. Everything felt so good. Then every muscle went limp as I returned from the crest of the wave. Gil breathed harshly, his face pressed into the crook of my neck.
We kissed tenderly as our climaxes ebbed out. For a while, we just lay quietly together, arms and legs tangled. I breathed in his manly scent, and he stroked my hair. But the night was ours. We had to fill it with as much love as we could. Time and again, between resting, we came together. I had longed for my soldier all these months, and he had ached for his bride. Only by making love until we had nothing left could we store up enough of each other until we should meet again.
So, so hot LLL! I love your stories, and this one is spectacular. I also share your affinity for WWII era romance. (I tried to write one recently, but I couldn’t get it to work.🤦♂️)
Somewhat like your Gil, I lose all, vocal inhibitions when I orgasm. Definitely for mature audiences only. 😂
All of your descriptions are great, but this is possibly my favorite in the story, “His thrusts bounced my body and jolted me with carnal electricity.” Super hot.
Well done LLL. Thanks for sharing something from your sexy imagination 😉
Thank you! This era is so ripe with story content, so I just love writing it. There is more to come!
I'm glad you are vocal. I've said before that men being vocal during sex is very hot. I hope my future husband is!
Try again with your WWII story! I'd like to read it. It doesn't need to be perfection. Just get a flavor of the era and then some spicy married sex!
WWII was my grandparents' war so it's special to me. I can really feel the pain of years they spent apart and the snatches of time they might have spent together.
And speaking of that era–talking music with you has inspired me to broaden my horizons a bit and delve deeper into the Hollywood Golden Age! I picked up a collection of Marlene Dietrich movies and some CDs of some classic stuff: Alfred Newman, Bernard Herrmann, David Raskin, Franz Waxman, some more Korngold and Rozsa too. And I was wondering, have you heard Alex North? Considering the music you consider sexy I have a feeling that the love theme from Spartacus might be right up your alley, and perhaps Cleopatra too, if you haven't heard those.
"Our tongues mated lustfully." –what a wonderful phrase! I love it. There is the way the word Lust is used in the modern world, and then there are all the negative connotations in so much of Church culture. Even in translations like the NIV, where instead of "lust" it's "evil desire," as if the desire itself is good or bad instead of what we're desiring and what we do about it! Too long has this word been seen as the devil's word; it's high time that Lust was reclaimed for God!
F-M I agree with you about the negative connotations of the word lust. Lusting your spouse is absolutely wonderful and not evil.
Oh man, that's awesome about the music! I recognize all of those composers! Every time I watch an old movie, I look for the "Music by…". I think I know Alex North, but I'll look him up and check those themes out. I enjoy the big Biblical/Roman-era epics. Ben-Hur is a favorite, because the music is Rosza! It's so fun chatting about this stuff with someone else! Besides my siblings, no younger people these days knows these composers.
WWII is definitely one of the greatest times in history, as far as courage and adventure are concerned. Though my grandfathers didn't fight in it (one fought in Korea), I appreciate the guts and integrity of my ancestors throughout the first half of the 1900s. I'm glad you enjoy my stories and that they bring special connotations to you because of your family heritage.
Sounds like your parents are raising you guys on the classics!
Cleopatra is just sumptuous from beginning to end, very romantic, I think you'd like the whole thing if you bought the CD. Spartacus has a lot of action music but is very grandiose, and The Agony & the Ecstasy is another good one along the same line. With Miklos Rozsa, there are just so many I haven't heard yet but my favorite so far is Quo Vadis.
I love Quo Vadis! Actually I have a story coming up entitled "Cedar and Vine" in which I modeled the main characters after Marcus and Lygia. Robert Taylor is one of my ideal men (dark hair, bright eyes, muscular, tanned), so I enjoy movies with him.
My next mission is to listen to the soundtracks you mentioned. Maybe I'll do a "romantic music" post!
I listened to a number of Alex North soundtracks! Thanks to you recommending him to me, I now have a new favorite…the love theme from Spartacus. It's beautiful! I listened to Cleopatra too. Very lush and exotic. Those classic film composers are, I believe, without peer.
I had a feeling… 😀
Such a beautiful romantic story and very well written. Quite erotic as well. I love the way you write and hope to read many more stories from you. Stay horny hon!
Aw, thank you! I loved writing this one. Just typing it out made me horny! 😂
Another great historical sexy romance LLL! I love your writing style. My father fought in WW II and I am a history buff. So one tiny suggestion would be to change the year to 1944. I’m an MH editor so I hope you won’t mind if I do that.
😀 I was thinking he must be OSS or something…we really can't talk about what Gil was doing behind German lines in 1943 though…hush hush… 😉
Hmmm…Intrigue 😉
Absolutely! Sometimes I just pick a date if my setting is rather vague. There was so much going on during the WWII years that I have no idea how anyone can learn all of it! Please share any other advice or historical info. I love talking about that era!
To Faith-Manages' comment, maybe he was OSS. I can't really say! 🤪 Speaking of the OSS, look up the old-time radio show Cloak and Dagger. I think I downloaded it off of the Internet Archives. Each episode is an exciting story from OSS files. It's one of the many sources from which I get story inspiration.
Cloak and Dagger, interesting! I'm currently downloading the entire package. I remember watching a few episodes of 'Allo 'Allo! which is a British comedy about the Free French, there's also Dad's Army, about the Home Guard, dunno if that would be up your alley or not.
The only thing is, didn't OSS agents usually work alone? But if Gil's walking an entire Allied platoon through a French village in 1943 he's jumping the gun on the Normandy invasion by a full year! Pretty conspicuous. Now if he was a downed pilot or something, that's plausible, but in that case he'd have at most a couple of his flight crew. Confusion and smoke thrown out by the intelligence organizations on what is obviously a classified mission… 😉
Fantastic writing! I love history and WWII is no exception. You did such a great job with descriptions and the flow of the story. It was so well done. Accurately describing the passion between husband and wife and the joy that only the two can share. Love your penmanship. Keep submitting these hot stories!
I sure will! More are on the way! And thanks for the praise!
I saw that you published, I read it, I loved it!
All as per usual for your stories, I always am eager to read more of whatever you write!!!
This was wonderful, emotional, romantic, and the theme of husband and wife making do, and making love, amidst conflict and a difficult environment, makes it so powerful.
Marital intimacy is a divine gift, and that love and positivity is a flower amidst the storm in their situation. Thank you for writing and sharing! “n_n”
Loved your opening line! 😜
Thank you so much. Yes, the courage and determination of married couples in WWII amazes me. I love capturing that in my stories. So glad you enjoy them!