Young Rural Beauty Enters a World of War and Passion with Handsome American Airmen Nearby
Stellaranne
Stell grew up in a obscure region of the country living in a community that rarely saw outsiders. By chance the occasional farmer from the next town might turn up but it was pretty much an isolated affair where she was. The bank of Terrence houses that lined the quiet tree filled, hedge rowed streets had most amenities the normal homes of the era had but there was a war on and needless to say fear was always a companion of night and day, week in and week out for the village population.
Fortunately there would have been no military advantage to any invasion or gains in any proportion for anyone if the country had lost its fight to keep freedom. Stell was in her twenties and just as physically developed as most of the other young women in the village, something which seemed to be a family trait in the region. Her hair was long and Auburn which framed very graceful features in the face. Her skin was sort of pale but not milky white with freckles on her face and shoulders. The shoulders were graceful and proportionally right for her frame size, slightly broad, but they had to be as they supported firm, well shaped, juicy 36D breast that sat pert above a tight abdomen which curved into a small athletic 32 waist which panned out onto size 34 hips with a bum shaped by years of bicycling perfectly honed into a cute, tight rounded feature any super model or movie star would have sold their soul for but not only had the bicycle played a part in shaping her rear, it had also made the muscles in her long shapely thighs more pronounced in a very feminine manner, this blessing was also shared by her calves which sat above slim ankles and size 6 feet which boasted well shaped long slender toes.
Stellaranne was young, hot, ripe and sexy, hidden in a rural country village. She and her friends never knew or considered that their blessed female forms would change their lives one day for better and or worse. The young men that were still at home, as most had went off to fight for their country looked forward to the day they would be considered old enough to fight for queen and country, but in the meanwhile went about their rural duties of farming and looking after business around the village, not really that interested in the local female populace.
One day the wireless broadcast news that the opposing enemy forces were in retreat and the Americans had just unleashed a new weapon, that was guaranteed to end hostilities, over Hiroshima. Many of the villagers had gathered at the front of the butchers , being it was the only shop to blast out news from the BBC all day, to listen to reports of this terrible new weapon and how it would affect the war campaign. They heard that squadrons of American fighters and bombers would be in the air over the island along with the Royal Air Force to ensure the safety of the realm as there were still raids by enemy fighters going on. Stell and her friends would sometimes picnic to take their minds off the war in the fields or on one of the many hills or secret bays. On clear days they could see the com trails of the bombers headed to their targets or the drone of Spitfires, Hurricanes, Mustangs and P-40’s screaming by at low level under radar headed for the French coast.
They all would try to imagine what the men flying these machines looked like and more over their physiques. Being a young woman during this time was just as hormonal as any other period in history. They never could have imagined though they were about to get first had experience as the war department had threw a dart and identified their village an good place to have a battle ready squadron of American airmen stationed nearby.
The first sniff of what was about to develop was when a military jeep drove through the village high street at a pace just above a fast walking speed with the 4 occupants taking photos and looking around the various nooks and crannies the village layout offered. The jeep stopped just outside the local newsagents and a large man step out onto the paving and just stood looking up and down the street then at all the surrounding shops near. His driver and two other men, one of whom was an tall well built black man with stars on his collar. Most of the locals that were out shopping that day either stopped or slowed down to have a look at these military figures in just as much curiosity as they had in the village.
After about 10 minutes of silent observation all the men got back in the jeep and drove off toward the outskirts. Stell and two of her friends had left one of their many picnic excursions and started walking back toward the village when the jeep with the Americans passed slowly by them. All three girls stared at the soldiers and especially the black General. They had seen posters of white soldiers and heard rumours of black men but never seen one in the flesh before and of such high ranking. All three girls giggles once the vehicle had passed but it was Stell who blurted out how handsome and intriguing she had found the black soldier to be.
A month and few weeks passed before the first convoy of military troop carriers arrived and paraded through the village. There was at least 30 big lorries with loads of well built American Air Corp soldiers aboard, equipment and strange looking portable out buildings etc, etc. Many of the villagers had line the high street to watch as many cheered and waved. Stell and her friends had formed a group nearer the middle of the street and as the vehicles roared past, threw kisses and waved frantically at the soldiers. The near THE END
Stell grew up in a obscure region of the country living in a community that rarely saw outsiders. By chance the occasional farmer from the next town might turn up but it was pretty much an isolated affair where she was. The bank of Terrence houses that lined the quiet tree filled, hedge rowed streets had most amenities the normal homes of the era had but there was a war on and needless to say fear was always a companion of night and day, week in and week out for the village population.
Fortunately there would have been no military advantage to any invasion or gains in any proportion for anyone if the country had lost its fight to keep freedom. Stell was in her twenties and just as physically developed as most of the other young women in the village, something which seemed to be a family trait in the region. Her hair was long and Auburn which framed very graceful features in the face. Her skin was sort of pale but not milky white with freckles on her face and shoulders. The shoulders were graceful and proportionally right for her frame size, slightly broad, but they had to be as they supported firm, well shaped, juicy 36D breast that sat pert above a tight abdomen which curved into a small athletic 32 waist which panned out onto size 34 hips with a bum shaped by years of bicycling perfectly honed into a cute, tight rounded feature any super model or movie star would have sold their soul for but not only had the bicycle played a part in shaping her rear, it had also made the muscles in her long shapely thighs more pronounced in a very feminine manner, this blessing was also shared by her calves which sat above slim ankles and size 6 feet which boasted well shaped long slender toes.
Stellaranne was young, hot, ripe and sexy, hidden in a rural country village. She and her friends never knew or considered that their blessed female forms would change their lives one day for better and or worse. The young men that were still at home, as most had went off to fight for their country looked forward to the day they would be considered old enough to fight for queen and country, but in the meanwhile went about their rural duties of farming and looking after business around the village, not really that interested in the local female populace.
One day the wireless broadcast news that the opposing enemy forces were in retreat and the Americans had just unleashed a new weapon, that was guaranteed to end hostilities, over Hiroshima. Many of the villagers had gathered at the front of the butchers , being it was the only shop to blast out news from the BBC all day, to listen to reports of this terrible new weapon and how it would affect the war campaign. They heard that squadrons of American fighters and bombers would be in the air over the island along with the Royal Air Force to ensure the safety of the realm as there were still raids by enemy fighters going on. Stell and her friends would sometimes picnic to take their minds off the war in the fields or on one of the many hills or secret bays. On clear days they could see the com trails of the bombers headed to their targets or the drone of Spitfires, Hurricanes, Mustangs and P-40’s screaming by at low level under radar headed for the French coast.
They all would try to imagine what the men flying these machines looked like and more over their physiques. Being a young woman during this time was just as hormonal as any other period in history. They never could have imagined though they were about to get first had experience as the war department had threw a dart and identified their village an good place to have a battle ready squadron of American airmen stationed nearby.
The first sniff of what was about to develop was when a military jeep drove through the village high street at a pace just above a fast walking speed with the 4 occupants taking photos and looking around the various nooks and crannies the village layout offered. The jeep stopped just outside the local newsagents and a large man step out onto the paving and just stood looking up and down the street then at all the surrounding shops near. His driver and two other men, one of whom was an tall well built black man with stars on his collar. Most of the locals that were out shopping that day either stopped or slowed down to have a look at these military figures in just as much curiosity as they had in the village.
After about 10 minutes of silent observation all the men got back in the jeep and drove off toward the outskirts. Stell and two of her friends had left one of their many picnic excursions and started walking back toward the village when the jeep with the Americans passed slowly by them. All three girls stared at the soldiers and especially the black General. They had seen posters of white soldiers and heard rumours of black men but never seen one in the flesh before and of such high ranking. All three girls giggles once the vehicle had passed but it was Stell who blurted out how handsome and intriguing she had found the black soldier to be.
A month and few weeks passed before the first convoy of military troop carriers arrived and paraded through the village. There was at least 30 big lorries with loads of well built American Air Corp soldiers aboard, equipment and strange looking portable out buildings etc, etc. Many of the villagers had line the high street to watch as many cheered and waved. Stell and her friends had formed a group nearer the middle of the street and as the vehicles roared past, threw kisses and waved frantically at the soldiers. The near THE END
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