13. Lorna
May 12, 2024 at 6:14 AM
That night we almost went off the rails. Ralph kissed me so passionately and fervently that I was seething with desire. That's what he was like, bold and passionate, impatient and bossy. I walked to the flat on woozy legs, afraid I'd fall down on the first step. Paolo was sleeping peacefully in his bed, occasionally mumbling nonsense in his sleep. I lay down beside him and tried to sleep, but I couldn't. The next morning I got up with red, tired eyes and a sudden need for physical intimacy.
This morning Paolo and I ate breakfast in complete silence-not yet fully awake, he pecked his nose every now and then, threatening to slam his face into a bowl of porridge. In a few minutes my brother would put it on and go to Hitler Youth training and school, and I would go to work.
— Lorna, I had a dream about Dad today, by the way.
— Oh, good. What did he say to you?
— He warned me to be careful, — he shrugged, — that's all.
Paolo tapped his spoon on his plate again, finishing the rest of his food. "We should all be careful," I thought.
An hour later I was sitting at the sewing machine in the small atelier, lit by a not very bright lamp and the light from the window, adjusting the seam of a mustard-coloured shirt, apparently belonging to an SS man. Hilda, the second seamstress, did not go into the details of the order or the customer. The quiet, measured sound of the machine was drowsy, but I waved it away like a pesky fly.
— Lorna, the owner of your order will be here in five minutes. I hope you've finished?
— Yes, Frau Meyer, I've done.
The woman nodded and began to tear open some canvas fabric. After about three minutes, the bell rang, announcing the arrival of a visitor. I looked out from behind the machine and almost dropped the spool of thread. Standing on the doorstep was Sturmbannführer Dieter Eichenwald in his black uniform. He noticed me at once and nodded discreetly in greeting. His blue eyes travelled across my face with a keen gaze.
Frau Meyer put down her tear gun and approached the man.
— Herr Eichenwald, your shirt is ready, you may take it.
— Thank you.
He walked over to my desk and took the garment, then looked at me with a long, direct stare. I averted my eyes.
Hilda Meyer glanced at the wall clock with the cuckoo clock, which wasn't working, and gasped.
— Oh, my God! Lorna! It's a shortened day, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you. I've got to go to my relatives in Leipzig, I won't be back until the evening. You can be free, Clara will be here in an hour.
I nodded, got up from the table, walked round Dieter and headed for the exit.
— Goodbye, Frau.
Shards from a broken bottle were lying next to the threshold of the atelier, and I wrinkled my nose a little, what pigs! I walked slowly down the street, intending to take a walk, but the Sturmbannführer caught up with me.
— Good afternoon, Fräulein. How are you feeling?
— I'm fine, thank you. You're very kind.
— Will you accompany me to the café? It would be a pleasure to spend time in the company of such a nice lady.
I nodded and we went to the place Dieter had told me about. This time we talked more openly and casually, sometimes interspersed with his velvet laughter and appropriate subtle jokes.
Once I stepped unluckily and lost my balance because of my heels, but Eichenwald was there to pick me up.
— Be careful, you can twist your leg like that.
We stared at each other for too long, and I thought I saw a spark between us. The man released me from his arms, and we continued on our way again. Dieter had his hands clasped behind his back and I thought he was nervously clenching his fingers.
— Herr Eichenwald, listen, do you want something, do you have a dream or a goal?
— I haven't dreamed of anything for a long time. — he said thoughtfully, — I try to live for today. A goal? I guess I do. I want to be promoted to Oberführer. What about you? Answer your own question, Lorna.
— My dream is to live a happy and peaceful life with my brother. I aim to give us a better life.
The man chuckled.
— How trivial and simple of you.
— I beg your pardon?
— All I'm saying is that you won't find a carefree life here and you won't find it in any other country either. But don't take my scepticism seriously, I'm sometimes considered hopeless in that respect.
He smiled broadly, revealing thirty-two straight teeth.
— Here we are. Not the restaurant where we met, of course, but not bad either.
The Sturmbannführer opened the door in front of me, letting me inside the neatly decorated country-style room. Dieter led me to a table with a white tablecloth and pulled back a chair.
— Please.
I sat down, and he sat across from me. A waiter came up to us and asked what we would be ordering.
— Oh, I exhaled, I forgot my wallet. I think I'll pass....
— Oh, that's okay. I'll pay for it.
I ordered only three strawberry ice-cream balls, Dieter had champagne and steak. He took out a cigarette and looked at me questioningly.
— Do you mind?
I shook my head, and the Sturmbannführer lit a cigarette, trying to keep the smoke away from me. After a while we were brought our orders. The ice cream with a mint leaf was very cold and very tasty. The man in front of us casually started cutting the flavourful meat into bite-sized pieces. I watched his calm facial features unobtrusively. I wondered if he was as polite with others or, on the contrary, as cold and impudent as the first time we met.
What if I sleep with him?
The thought made me choke and I hurried to hide my flushed, puffy face behind a napkin. What was I thinking? He's German, for God's sake, he's in the SS, and he's not to be trifled with. I felt ashamed of myself.
What kind of body does he have under his uniform? My face turned crimson.
— Are you alright?
That was the last straw, so I decided to take my chances. I kicked off my shoe and ran my foot up his trouser leg. The man exhaled noisily, but he didn't interfere, just stared at me with a hazy look and rolled his eyes in pleasure, trying to remain calm. Higher still, and I was already touching the outside of his thigh. The Sturmbannführer was gripping the white tablecloth with a steely grip, I could see that he was barely restraining himself, and I moved my foot to the left, touching the very edge of his crotch. Dieter covered his mouth with his palm and gasped noisily as I continued to play with him. I had never felt so confident in what I was doing. With my toes, I felt the fabric of his trousers tighten around his groin. I ran my tongue over my lower lip and looked at the heated man biting his lip, and I wanted to see him without his clothes on. Common sense took a back seat to lust and desire that was impossible to ignore.
— Not here. I know...the place. — He whispered.
He stood up too abruptly from the table, and I followed suit. Blushing, we staggered towards the exit of the café, Dieter remembering to leave the lunch money. He led me somewhere, meandering between houses, until he came to one of the five-storey flat blocks like the one I lived in. He opened the door with a jerk and ran to the first floor, stopping at the shabby door.
— No one's lived here for a month, so...
The flat was dark, even with the light from the window. In the corner, there was some kind of shabby mattress instead of a bed.
— Do you want to talk?
A very idiotic and inappropriate question. Dieter reached out and shut the window, plunging the room into darkness.
— To hell with talking.
As darkness enveloped us in a soft blanket, I reached for Dieter, sliding my hands around his neck. He froze for a moment, then brought his lips close to mine, and we melted into a crushing kiss.
In the darkness and silence, it felt like we were alone in the world. No prying eyes, no judgement, no words to break the spell, no names spoken. We both had the wrong names. Mine because I wasn't supposed to be here, his because he was the wrong person.
But not today.
He pressed himself against me from behind, and we wriggled and yanked our clothes off. Desperate to bare more skin, to take what we wanted. We kissed until just kissing wasn't enough. The man's hands moved down my back and found the zip on my dress. He turned me around and I leaned against the kitchen table. When he unzipped it, I felt the cold air with my back. He made a growling sound as the dress slipped off and spilled in a silky puddle at my feet, leaving me in bra, panties and heeled shoes. The Sturmbannführer raked my hair into a fist and pulled it aside, exposing my skin. His lips ran along my shoulder. Greedily, as if he were starving. I gasped when he kissed his way down to my ear. My skin turned to fire under his scratching teeth. His hot, wet tongue tasted me, sucking on my skin, nibbling and licking again.
My legs trembled as I pressed against him again. His hands slid up to my bra-clad breasts, crushing them as his mouth continued to attack my neck. I arched up, resting my head on his shoulder. My hand slid between our bodies to find his hard, iron-like cock straining against his trousers. I stroked it through the fabric, then slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around it.
— Jesus... - I breathed out.
The Sturmbannführer let out a low grunt and bit the back of my neck, sending new streams of fire down my back.
— I want you, — he growled, and his right hand travelled down between my breasts, over my stomach, to the top of my panties. — I want you so badly...
The man's fingers penetrated my panties and my thoughts left me.
— Oh God, yes, — I whispered, — touch me.
Two fingers pushed inside me, and with a cry, I arched up harder toward Dieter. His mouth touched my neck, my ear, sending streams of heat down to where his fingers worked just deliciously, exploring me. I wriggled against him, stroking him with my hand, but it wasn't enough anymore.
— More, — I whispered, — please, more.
Eichenwald removed his hand and turned me around. Our mouths, teeth, and tongues met, and his breath rasped against my nose. His hands wrapped around the back of my neck and the curve of my waist as we tormented each other's mouths. Rough and frantic. The man moaned into my mouth and I engulfed him, responding in a silent moan. My whole being screamed for him.
I ran my palms over his muscular back, his broad shoulders, his hair and tight arse. I was overwhelmed by his kisses. He overwhelmed me with his ruthless presence, the hardness of his body, the smell of cigarettes mixed with mint, the taste of his tongue fighting mine, the feel of his strong body pressed against me. In his arms I seemed small and fragile, but very desirable and strong. I'd never seen a man want me so much. Not once. Eichenwald lifted me up and sat me on the table. I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, continuing to kiss, bite, suck until I tasted blood. His or mine, it didn't matter. I was lost. Delirious with him. We blindly tore at each other's clothes. His big hands reached for my bra, found the clasp, and ripped it open.
— Yes, — I exclaimed as his palms found my breasts.
I wanted to shout yes to everything he was doing to me, but I swallowed the sound and kissed him harder. Dieter began to pull off his uniform. Fumbling for the bottom of his shirt, I pulled it off.
It was dark enough for us to see each other. But our hands and mouths were doing what we needed to do. I slid my fingertips over his firm abs, up his broad chest, to his right nipple. Leaned over to touch it with our lips, nibbling it with our teeth and sipping it gently.
The Sturmbannführer hissed out and let me work my tongue over his nipple, then pulled me back to his mouth for another painful kiss. His hands moved up my thighs, hooking my panties and pulling them down. I was undoing the fly on his black trousers and pulling them down over his hips. His cock was huge and hard, soft velvet over steel.
— Wait, — I whispered.
— I got it, —he said.
Dieter pulled a condom out of his wallet. Rolled it over his cock, pressing his lips against mine again. With admirable roughness, the man spread my thighs.
I thought he was going to come in hard, but Dieter hesitated. For the first and last time that day, he pushed into me slowly, squeezing my thighs until we were fully joined.
— God, yes, — I hissed and bit his shoulder.
The feeling of fullness, the heavy pressure, the heat and hardness of his cock stretching me.
A few slow, deep thrusts, and Eichenwald began to move.
The man rested both hands on the countertop, and I wrapped myself around him, my legs tight around his waist, my high heels digging into his lower back. I snuggled against him, our lips trying to form a sort of kiss, but just touching, teeth and tongues caressing each other. When he entered me, fast and hard, I pulled him tighter against me. Dieter moved his mouth to dig into my neck, biting and sucking. I responded, my fingernails scratching the muscles in my back until finally the tension growing in me was concentrated in one place.
— Cum for me, — he growled.
With his hand in my hair, the Sturmbannführer pressed my lips against his, hard and firm. And then pain and pleasure drove me to the edge, and I cum. Eichenwald showed no signs of discharge or fatigue. His body tensed like a string from lust, while mine collapsed from orgasm. I nestled against him, satisfied that he was taking me as he wanted and would stay inside for as long as it took to find my own release. However, another orgasm, fuelled by the fire of the first, began to build up inside me.
— One more, — the man murmured against my lips. — Cum for me again.
I arched back, and the Sturmbannführer hugged me tightly with one arm around my waist, entering me again and again. Until the second orgasm-a thousand times stronger than the first-came over me.
I cried out, my body tensing in an ecstasy I'd never felt before. His palms closed around my hips, pulling me closer. And just as my second orgasm began to subside, Dieter cummed.
He shuddered and clenched his teeth, holding back a scream and turning it into a low, murmuring growl. His thrusts slowed, deepened, but remained just as strong. God, his cock was deep inside me and I squeezed it there, my legs continuing to wrap around the man until he emptied himself into me completely.
I thrust up against him sharply. Dieter Eichenwald rested his head on my shoulder, his breath against my skin. I stroked the broad muscles of his back, reached up to the base of his neck, and ran my fingers through his thick blond hair. Pulling him against me, our sweat mingled and our breathing slowed.
He pulled away enough to look at me. His pale blue eyes sparkled, and I felt him searching for me in that relentless darkness. Face to face, we clung to each other, and the thirst began to build again. This wasn't over yet. Our lips met in a light touch, then again. And again. And so on until the fire flared and rose to the heavens. I opened my lips wide to take his tongue as deeply as possible, to kiss away any doubts, to satiate myself. I wanted more. I wanted to do this for a very long time.
He pulled out, and I cried out softly, losing it. Dieter got rid of the condom and then came back and lifted me up. Picked me up under his knees and carried me over to the old mattress.
It wasn't very comfortable, shabby in places, but the passion drowned out all sensation. There was a pungent male odour in the room, soaked in his cologne, peppermint and the invariable cigarettes. Surrounded by his scent, I took a deep breath.
The man lowered me onto the mattress and I watched his dark figure move, opening his wallet to pull out a new condom. I got to my knees, reaching up to pull him to me. My whole body was seething with the unbridled desire to let him use my body the way he wanted.
And he did.
I've lost count of how many orgasms I've had
Or how many he had.
The hours merged together in a tangled, sweaty mass of aching need and hunger. Finally, when the noise of the city outside the window threatened to dispel our safe darkness, we sank heavily into sleep.
