My Sweet Rayne by Reeb The cold of the evening air in London on a January night was almost unbearable at times. The chilling cold penetrated deep into my bones through the layers of my uniform. As I stood at the rail terminal waiting my train to Norwich through Ipswich, my thoughts reflected over the last three months of my life. It was late January 1944 and I had just been promoted to Captain in the US Army Air Force. Along with that promotion, I was awarded the command of my own crew. You see, until then I was a co-pilot in a B-17 bomber crew of the 92 nd Bomb Group stationed at Bovingdon Airfield, near Hertfordshire. From October of 1943, I flew 14 missions over Europe, sometimes barely able to return as our crew was so shot up by German fighters or flak bursts. I saw so many ways to die at 25,000 feet above the ground it was nearly unbearable. So many airmen came and went, I wondered how I was still alive but in these times, you live for the moment. I was heading to Deopham Green Airfield to join the newly formed 452 nd Bomb Group, located just southwest of Norwich. I was given the command of my own bomber crew and would pilot a brand new bird with a mixed crew of new and veteran airman. Before my new assignment, I was given a seven day pass which I spent enjoying the sights and bars of bombed out London. On the night of January 21 st , the Germans mounted a terrible bombing raid on London. For the first time, I was on the other end of the bombing and it was indeed terrifying. “All aboard!” the conductor bellowed out as people began to file out of the train terminal and onto the train. I waited for several folks to board first as I finished my smoke when a young English lass passed in front of me. She was somewhat petite, standing only about five feet tall with this gorgeous dark raven colored shoulder length hair. As she passed me, our eyes met and I felt my heart flutter as she was absolutely the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. A soft smile formed on her pretty face as her eyes devoured my soul. I smiled back and nodded to her, “Maam.” Was all I could stammer out. I followed her onto the train, mesmerized by her voluptuous figure as she climbed the steps. Her black skirt was below her knees but it clung close to her sexy small frame. I could tell she had a very small and tight little derriere which caused my cock to stir. With the commotion şişli escort of getting settled with our bags, tickets, I lost track of her and began to get prepared for the long train ride through the dark English country side. Moving down the semi-dark aisle of the train, I opened the second cabin door to my right and imagine my surprise to see the gorgeous young lady from earlier sitting all by herself. “Excuse me miss, would you mind if I join you.” I asked softly. “Um, not at all sir.” She replied gesturing me to come in. “Good evening, Captain David Morgan maam, pleasure to meet you.” I said as I extended my hand to her. As she returned her hand, “Rayne Phillips, pleasure to meet you too.” We both got comfortable in the barely lit cabin as the train began to move. Soon the steady clank of the rails was all we could hear as the train proceeded north east toward Ipswich. We made some small talk but all the while, I was so overcome by her beauty. Her eyes were deep and dark, skin was smooth and the typical pale of winter but her flowing jet black hair was unlike any I had seen. Wavy and shoulder length, framing her slim and firm jaw line up to her sexy cheek bones and small upturned nose. Her lips were full and vibrant looking. She was as pretty as any movie star of the time with looks of English royalty. She wore a rather plain black skirt with a simple white blouse. Sitting there, she crossed her legs, exposing her knees while she thumbed through a small book she was writing in, possibly her diary, she was just a picture of pure simple English beauty. There were so many pretty young ladies over here willing to do just about anything for the American fly boys dying to protect their island. I was a 23 year old six foot tall lanky gentleman from a small town just north of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I graduated from the West Point Air Academy near the top of my class in early 1943. I wasn’t the most dashing looking man but on the other hand I had no problem socializing with the young ladies while on leave in London either. I had dark brown hair, blue-green eyes and a firm ruggedly handsome face, so the ladies told me. As she jotted down things in her diary, leaning toward the small lantern in the cabin, I decided it was time to strike up a conversation or this long ride would be unbearable. As I watched those sexy lips form silent words as she wrote them escort şişli down, I decided it was time to break the ice with some cordial questions. It was time to seize the moment to see if she was feeling the same feelings as I was. “So Miss Phillips, may I ask where you’re heading.” I questioned. She looked over the top of her book, her eyes once again driving a dagger of passion into my heart and said, “Well Captain Morgan, if you must know, I’m heading to Norwich to live with my aunt and uncle.” Being she was barely 20 years old, I asked “Where’s the rest of your family?” Immediately I sensed I asked a question which was difficult for her to answer as I noticed tears quickly welling up in those gorgeous eyes. “My family was killed a few nights ago as the German bombs flattened my house. I wasn’t home so I made it to a shelter but……….the others didn’t.” she replied as she began to sob. I stood up, moved over to her and sat down next to her, putting my arm around her to console her. “I’m so sorry Rayne, I shouldn’t have asked such a question. This damn war…….so much death all around us. I couldn’t imagine having to live through all these bombings.” I said as I rubbed her back as she sobbed quietly into my shoulder. She looked up at me, with our faces only inches apart, eyes filled with tears and said, “It’s alright, you didn’t know.” In that instant, my world stopped, the war was far away as she looked more beautiful than any woman had ever in my life. As we looked deep into each others eyes, we slowly moved closer as our lips touched. It was a soft passionate kiss, but I think at that moment in time, we both fell in love. We kissed passionately several times, my right arm around her and my left hand moved to her left knee. I couldn’t resist her beauty as while we kissed, my hand caressed and slowly moved up her thigh. Our kisses became more passionate, our breathing became harder as our feelings became stronger. My desires for this young English lass were building with every second. Soft caresses of the smooth insides of her thigh were arousing her immensely. I stood, locked the cabin door and she stood as I moved back over to her. With the steady rhythm of the train gliding over the rails, we began to explore and give in to our building lustful desires for each other. Without a word, looking deep into each others mecidiyeköy loving eyes, we began to slowly undress each other. We both knew that in these times or war, one has to grasp the moment or it may be your last. My fingers trembled as I slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, pulling it out from her inside her skirt. Her small fingers were doing the same to me. As her blouse slid over her shoulders and down her arms, our lips touched again as it hit the floor. Stepping back, she pulled my uniform shirt from my body and tossed it to the floor. Standing there with her breasts covered by only a thin white laced bra, I began to open the buttons on the side of her skirt. It too was soon was lying on the floor as she kicked it to the side along with her shoes. I stood back and took in her sweet young beauty. She was so small and petite, especially noticeable without her heels on. Her breasts were rather large for her small petite frame, encased in her frilly little bra. I could see her erect dark nipples pressing through the fabric, begging for my attention. As my eyes moved down, over her smooth belly, over her curved hips, my eyes looked upon the darkness of her pussy hair through her panties. She was absolutely gorgeous, simply stunning from head to toe. My cock was now stone hard and throbbing inside my slacks. Smiling with approval as she knew my desire was strong for her, she moved forward and began to open my belt, soon sliding my pants down to the floor. As she knelt slightly, pushing my pants down, my swollen shaft quickly emerged before her trapped inside my underwear. “Oh my!” she giggled as she gazed upon my hard thick rod. Soon we were both standing there in our under garments, holding each other kissing passionately, our tongues chasing each other and rubbing our aroused bodies together. My hand cupped and caressed her panty covered butt flesh as she moaned into my mouth. I moved my right hand upwards, tracing soft circles over her back as I gently unclasped her bra. I was completely taken as I stepped back and took in the glorious view of her ample breasts. They were so full and firm looking with large dark puffy nipples standing erect. As if in a trance, I watched my hands slowly reach up and cup each breast, flicking her hard nipples with my thumbs as she moaned softly. My hand slowly moved down her sides to her hips, hooking her panties and slipping them over her perfect thighs, over her knees to drop to the floor. I felt my cock twitch and ooze pre-cum as my eyes devoured every inch of her beauty. Of all the women I had been with in my young life, none were as exquisite as the woman that stood before me in the cabin of that train.