The Blitz

I have a hard time recognizing the underground station as the one I spent many nights in to escape the bombing and later buzz bombs the Germany hurled at us. It is now all nice and white, brightly lit and fiberglass benches. In the early days of the war it was damp concrete, bricks and the lights flickered when the ground shook.

As I stood on the platform with my walker on my way to see my doctor, your people push past me in their rush to get where they are going. I am just an old Indian woman that is in their way. The rude remarks made don't bother me, because I lived a full life. As I stood there trying to identify places where I slept, my mind drifted back to what brought me to this day.

Why am I a nice Indian girl from Bombay huddled from the cold in the London Underground hiding from the German buzz bombs during the winter of 1943? I thought back to the summer of 1937. I was not much more than a school girl when my parents let me accompany them to a dinner celebrating the birthday of the king of England at the state house.

I met a very nice looking young Army officer in his dress Red Coated uniform. He was charming and a good dancer. My family was not happy with an Englishman courting me and I know that the English looked at Indians as not equals with them. But he got permission for us to marry. I had heard rumors that he was possibly a homosexual but dismissed them as just malicious rumors. We were doing ok even if he did spend a lot of time away from home. I even accepted that he like the company of men more than me. He was nice to me and sometimes cooled the itch between my legs too.

Then in 1937 the War started in Europe. Before long he had been called home to England to get involved in the War with the Home Regiment. Because I was Indian I was not allowed to sail with him. I had to pay my way on another ship that arrived in London weeks later.

I was not accepted by his family so we had to find lodgings in the Indian quarter of town. Some of the family was nice to me. His sister use to visit me and explain what was going on.

My husband had always been a bit queer as they called it. Being a younger sibling the family saw to it that he got into Sanhurts and then saw to it that he was stationed in India. That was both good for his military career and if he were to get into trouble the family could see to it that it was covered up. His marring an Indian did not ingratiate him with the family either. They knew he did it to cover up rumors that he had made a pass at the wrong fellow officer.

So I was living in the Indian quarter of London. This is a strange mix of people that really have little in common with each other. There are Seeks, Hindus, Muslims, Buddhists and even Christians. There were friendships but I also felt like I was personally always under special scrutiny because I was married to an Englishmen.

Some look upon the English as invaders. As invaders go the English have pretty good manners but are still outsiders. Then others have a strong loyalty to the crown.

Others judge us by our religious beliefs if I eat or drink something not approved by religious teachings I am ostracized too. So I kept to myself as much as possible with in the community.

We all worked for the defeat of the common enemy the Germans. We gathered in a local tea room to socialize and keep in touch with our Indian identity. We gathered in groups from our local areas and beliefs. My husband was welcome to join only so far. He was respected as a military leader but was still an outsider.

When he finally was given an assignment that put him in charge of a commando group being dropped into Holland I became one of the many women in England to receive a Governmental letter informing me that my husband had died serving his country.

This may not have helped my standing within his family but within the Indian community I became a welcome member.

I stayed on working in the hospital as much as I could. I was useful not only for nursing duties and when Indians came in I would translate for the ones that did not speak much English and write letters home for them. I even became a sister (nurse) eventually.

It was good to visit the tea room just to get the smell of hospital disinfectant, burn cream, and alcohol out of my nose. I became friends with a few women from the same area that I was from.

When the Germans began the bombing attacks on London we learned to gather in the underground train tubs. Depending on the time of the attack we sometimes spent the night sleeping on the platforms. The smell was terrible, Body sweat odor, dust, urine from where people had relived themselves some place up the tracks, babies crapping in their dippers and the haze from pipes and cigarettes. The noise was something you lived with trains coming and going, coughing, crying, and muffled conversations all the time.

Our group of Indians met on the same platform when we were in the area. We amused ourselves with games to kill the time. When we could we went to a local tea club. Some of us can not drink alcohol, eat meat and some women have to keep their heads covered so it tends to be a little touchy.

My friend and I stopped in a local night club for a drink before going to tea club. I was sitting in a booth facing the bar. So my friend did not see that there was an attractive young woman sitting at the bar that was obviously an Indian too. She was having a drink when a tall English woman came in and approached her. They exchanged greetings with a kiss on the mouth. The Indian woman was looking my way and showed obvious discomfort at me watching them. The English woman saw where her eyes were looking and looked at me. She smiled at me and put her hand on the inside of her leg of the woman and ran it up under the skirt of her dress. She did it in such a way that she exposed the legs and panties of the woman. I was in shock as much as the woman was. The English woman slid her long fingers under the leg of the panties and into the crack.

The poor Indian woman sat there in shock as the English woman put her fingers under her nose and smelled them. She sucked the dampness from her fingers. The Indian woman looked pleadingly at her friend and said something. They got up and left the bar.

My friend and I left shortly after them. I was thinking about what I had seen and was getting my panties wet. We headed for the tea club and we went to our normal table where there were several of our friends. It was a mixed group of men and women that were all from the same area, even if they were not all the same religion.

We bought out tea and sat down at the table. When I looked around the room there was that Indian woman and the English woman at another table. The English woman was even more open in her flirtation with the Indian woman. She was kissing her and feeling her breasts.

The woman next to me expressed her disgust that an Indian woman would allow a woman to do that to her in public. I was too enthralled in the sight to say anything.

At this point the air raid alarm went off. The owner of the shop donned his civil defense helmet and arm band and started directing everyone to the local underground.

I never took my eyes of that Indian woman and her friend. I fell behind my friends and slipped away to followed the Indian woman and the English woman down the street. They ducked into a dark archway that led to an alley. I followed them until they got out of sight. I lost them in the dark.

When I found them the English woman had her skirt up and holding it in one hand as she was pulling the kneeling Indian woman's head into her cunt with the other hand. She didn't have any panties on. I almost walked into them in the dark. The English woman let go of the head of the Indian and grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me to her. She kissed me on the mouth and forced her tongue into my mouth.

I resisted her until she let go of me. I didn't move away from her. She said that she saw me and knew that I wanted to join them. I tried to deny her statement but could not make it sound truthful. She reached for my skirt and pulled it up to my waist. She simply said, "Baby, eat her pussy!"

The Indian woman turned to me and pulled my panties down and sucked my cunt into her mouth. I was so excited I was about to pee. Instead I stood there in a dark alley smelling the dampness and the smell of urine and hearing water running down the alley as a dark skinned woman sucked my pussy and a tall blonde kissed my mouth and reached inside my uniform to play with my brown nipples. When I climaxed I almost sat down on the damp cobble stones.

The all clear sound brought me back to the real world. The English woman told me to come with them, as if I had nothing to say about it. I did as she told me. When we got to the apartment of the Indian woman I was shocked to find it was in the building next to mine. I had never even noticed either of them before that night.

The apartment was decorated like most Indian dwellings. No couches just a lot of large square pillows stacked on top of each other. The rug must have had a thick padding under it because it was comfortable under the feet.

When the door was closed the English woman told the dark woman to undress in front of me. She was shy but did as she was told. As the English woman sat on some pillows and leaned on a higher pile next to her she reached for my hand and pulled me down on the pillows with her.

We were entertained with a little striptease dance to some unheard music. How can I describe what she looked like? She was dark enough to give away that she was from southern India. Her age was hard to say, early twenties I would say. She had a bawd faced and dark lips. She was dark around the eyes. The red tear drop between her eyebrows told me that we belonged to the same religion. Her thick hair was braided into one thick braid that hung to the middle of her back. Her breasts were not large at all. The areoles were large for the size of her breasts and the nipples were sticking out more than a half inch from her body. My mouth was watering at the though of sucking on them. She had a slim waist and her navel was pierced and she had a red jewel hanging from a gold hoop. As I looked at the rest of her I was even more attracted to her.

She had soft round hips and nice legs. Her toes were painted red and she had rings on several toes of both feet. The real attraction was her pubis. The black hair looked like it had been plucked. There was only a thin strip of black hair running from her crack up about two inches. It was all straight and braided and a little red bead tied on the end above her clit. Of course I could not see the clit because it was deep inside her crack.

The English woman told her to undress me. I could not resist. The woman unbuttoned my uniform. It was typical white cotton starched thing with three quarter sleeves with three inch cuffs. The breast pockets had handkerchiefs in them and I had my school watch pinned upside down above the left pocket, so that I could see it when taking a pulse. My white shoes had a wedge sole and I had on white knee stocking. During the war real nylons were hard to come by.

When she unbuttoned my uniform and pulled the dress off my shoulders my breasts were exposed to their eyes. They had been round in my youth and even if I was not as dark as the other Indian my skin was brown and my areolas were more than two inches in diameter and my nipples were about the size of a grape. During the War I wound my braided hair into two tails that I crossed over the top of my head and I pinned them into a crown like stile that was common in those days so that my hair was out of the way.

Then she finished unbuttoning my dress I was laying in my dress in nothing but panties and stockings. She removed my shoes and stockings next. Then as the English woman leaned over to kiss my mouth and cup my breast the Indian woman pulled my panties down.

I could not say why but I favored shaving my pussy but not my underarms. I was in heaven as this dark girl sucked my pussy and the English woman kissed me and toyed with my nipples. I climaxed quickly.

The English woman got up and lifted her dress to show me her blonde haired pussy as she straddled my head and squatted down to deliver her wet pussy to my mouth.

This was the first pussy I had even sucked in my life. At that moment I wanted nothing more in my life. When she started lifting her ass up and down I got a glimpse of the Indian taking one of her breasts and putting the nipple into my cunt. She was masturbating my clitoris with her nipple.

After the English woman and I climaxed she got up and undressed herself. I was impressed with her height. She had large breasts that sagged down her chest and stretched the areolas into long ovals. Her tummy sagged too. There were stretch marks in it. Her hips were wide and soft too. Her pubic hair was what you would call a strawberry blonde. I would bet she was a red head as a child.

When she sat back down on the pillows and opened her legs as she told the girl to suck her cunt. As the girl got into place the English woman put a finger between her legs and inserted her finger into the cunt of the Indian girl and pulled her around until her ass was right in front of my face.

I opened the cheeks of her bum with my fingers and put my nose in her anus to smell my first asshole at the same time I claimed her cunt with my mouth. I was sucking her for all I was worth. With loud cursing the English woman climaxed and the Indian girl was right behind her.

When we recovered we went into the bedroom and I saw that she had a mat on the floor much like we would have had back home. But in England there were a lot more blankets to ward off the cold. I slept on one side of the woman and the girl slept on the other. I felt so warm in the arms of this woman and her breast in my ear all night. In the morning I had to get up early to be at the hospital for the day shift that week.

I hated to leave the warm bed and the most satisfying sex I had ever had. I went into the bathroom to relive myself only to be followed by the girl. She knelt in front of me and asked me if she could dress me.

I felt a little strange being dressed like a child but if it made her happy I agreed. She rolled up a wad of that English stiff toilet paper and wiped my pussy for me when I finished peeing. When I stood up to wash my face and thought about brushing my teeth. She produced a new toothbrush and as I brushed my teeth she damped a wash cloth with warm water and washed my body.

She scented my body with jasmine. She applied some even to the crack of my ass. I couldn't resist backing up as her finger probed my anus. Then we went to the living room and I stood there as she dressed me. I needed to change clothes but what the hell, I didn't have enough time.

As I left for work she kissed me and asked for my key. I didn't know why she wanted it and she would not say why. When my shift was over that night I headed home. I was thinking about last night and my pussy was wet. When I got home the door was open and a note was pinned to the door. It only had the address of the Indian woman on it.

I ran next door and up the stairs. When I reached the door to her apartment it opened and she hugged me. As I entered I saw all my belongings in her apartment.

She simply said that she wanted me to live with her from now on. It was like having a wife. She cooked, washed, ironed, dressed and made love to me. The English woman would come by two or three times a week and the three of us would spend our time in each others arms.

After almost sixty years I have had several lovers but my Indian girl still treats me like a loving wife.