March 1944, The Admiralty, London
Susie Quinn stood outside Commander Quigley's office wondering what she had done to be summoned to see him. As far as she could work out, there was nothing wrong with her work in the intelligence section of the Admiralty and she got on well with most people she worked with. True, she did enjoy life to the full when not on duty but she had done nothing to disgrace herself or the Service. As she was pondering this, another WREN came into sight and also stopped at Quigley's door.
"Hi," she said, "I am Rhona Davidson, I don't think that we have met before?"
"Hello," replied Susie, "I am Susie Quinn, have you any idea why we have been summoned?"
"No, none at all, it is very unusual."
Just then, Quigley appeared, "Ah ladies, very prompt of you both, please come into the office and have a seat."
This was not what either girl had imagined, both fearing some slip-up on their part.
"I'll come straight to the point," said Quigley, "we may have a problem at one of our bases in Scotland. We fear a leak of information to the Germans, and it needs dealing with as quickly as possible. I don't want to send in the usual mob of investigators as we don't know how deep the problem goes. So, I want you two to travel up there as transfers and see what you can sniff out. You are booked on the sleeper train tonight and will be met by someone from the base when you get to Inverness to take you the rest of the way by road. You have 4 hours to go and pack and report back here to collect the relevant paperwork, any questions?"
"No sir!" Both girls replied in unison.
"Dismissed" said Quigley
"Aye aye, sir"
Later that day, both girls were delivered to Euston Station for the journey north. They quickly settled into their shared sleeper cabin and settled down for the journey
"So, Rhona, tell me a bit about yourself," said Susie.
"Well, I am one of 4 children, I have 3 older brothers and grew up on the Isle Of Skye. When I joined up at the start of the war it was the first time that I had left the island and I have to admit that it has been a bit of a shock, having been brought up in a small community dominated by the church. What about you"
"Home counties for me," said Susie, "I was looking for adventure when the war started but didn't think that I would be stuck in London, when I joined the WREN's I was hoping to be based where there are some ships, and more importantly, sailors! Whoops, makes me sound like a right hussy doesn't it sweetie?"
"No, not at all. I sometimes think that my life has been too restrictive, not allowed a boyfriend, not that I ever met a boy that I wanted to be with, and it was accepted that my parents would find a suitable husband for me when the time was right."
"Oh that sounds awful," said Susie, "I would have to fall in love with someone before agreeing to marry them. Sorry, that sounds very condescending and judgemental of your way of life on the island."
"No," replied Rhona, "you are absolutely right, I was dreading getting to an age when somebody would be "found" for me, so the war did me a great favour."
The train ploughed on through the evening and the girls went an had a meal in the dining car before deciding to settle down for the night.
"Top or bottom?" asked Susie.
"I am not bothered," said Rhona "but I would prefer the bottom bunk, just in case I fall out in the night."
"No problem, once I am asleep, I don't tend to move much."
The girls started getting ready for bed, Rhona draped a voluminous nightdress over her head, carefully removed her underwear and slid into the bottom bunk. Susie, meanwhile, stripped naked and started to climb up to the top bunk.
"Sorry, I should have said that I always sleep in the buff," she said, "not a problem, is it?"
As she said this her crotch was directly by Rhona's head, so when the Scottish girl rolled over to answer she found herself staring directly at Susie's blond pubic bush. She squeaked slightly in surprise which brought a smile to Susie's face.
"No problem" she managed to say and quickly rolled away again. She closed her eyes to sleep but could not erase the image of Susie's naked crotch from her mind. She had only just learned to touch herself, such practices being considered sinful in her home community, sex was for making babies and that was it, pleasure was not an option. She slowly slid her hand down to her own crotch, lifting the long nightdress out of the way and started to gently stroke her slit, parting the copious dark brown hair of her bush, so different to the neat triangle of blond hair that she had seen at such close quarters.
On the top bunk, Susie could hear the change in Rhona's breathing and guessed that Rhona was pleasuring herself, she let her right hand move to her own crotch, seeking her clitoris, whilst her left hand pinched and rolled her nipples. Very quickly she became very wet and as the pace of stroking increased. She stuffed her knuckles into her mouth as a climax hit her and she lay panting as she licked her fingers clean.
Down below she could hear that Rhona was apparently nearing her own orgasm and there was a definite grunt from her. She wondered to herself if Rhona might be up for a bit of girl on girl action at some point, she was attractive and the large nightdress had failed to hide a fairly large pair of breasts, certainly much bigger than Susie's small pair that barely warranted a bra. Susie liked men, but she also liked girls and had had several lesbian experiences in the last few years, starting at her all-girls school when she turned 18. She fondly remembered Jenny Dukes, a class-mate who had introduced her to sex by fingering her and then going down on her and causing her to have her first proper orgasm before she returned the favour. Before she knew it, she was asleep, a smile on her lips.
The rain hammered on the window of their cabin the next morning as she swung her legs over the bunk and descended the ladder. She hoped that Rhona would be awake so that she could show off her body to her, but her colleague was still fast asleep. So, she washed quickly and put her clothes on, ready to face the day and waited patiently for Rhona to wake up. When she did so she seemed very embarrassed, having listened to Susie masturbating and knowing that Susie must have heard her doing the same thing. She quickly dressed, exposing as little of herself as was humanly possible and they went in search of breakfast, completely ignoring what had happened the previous night.
Just as they finished breakfast the train slowed as it approached Inverness, they retrieved their bags and left the station in search of their lift. An army lorry, with a rather short, non-descript corporal leaning on it was waiting for them. "Are you for the base at Loch Arvan?" he asked.
"Yes Corporal, we are," said Susie, if you would be so good as to help us with our bags?"
"Certainly miss," said the Corporal, launching their bags into the back of the lorry. "I am afraid this thing doesn't have passenger seats up front so you will have to sit in the back. Given the weather, I would suggest that you sit as far forwards as possible." With that, he turned and headed to the cab, leaving the 2 girls to clamber aboard unaided. They scrambled aboard and made for the front of the load area where there was a bench that backed onto the cab for them to sit on with a communication window through to the cab.
"It's a good couple of hours to the base," said the corporal, "so make yourselves as comfortable as possible, hopefully this rain will ease soon."
"Great," said Susie, "stuck on a hard board for a few hours, talk about living the high-life!"
"Could be worse." Said Rhona, "we could be walking, or, even worse, up front with Corporal Cheerful."
They set off, although it was very difficult for the girls to see where they were heading. After about an hour, the truck started to climb into the mountains, the rain had eased but visibility was still poor.
"Why are we heading away from the coast, Corporal?" asked Susie.
"Coast road is closed, miss, due to a landslip."
The girls accepted this and tried to get as comfortable as they could, leaning on each other and dozing with the rocking motion. After half an hour of climbing the lorry suddenly jolted them awake. "Oh fuck!" came the cry from the drivers cab and the truck started building up speed as it descended, clearly having left the road and bumping over the rough terrain. "Brace yourselves!" He shouted as a loud crash filled the air, the lorry swung wildly to one side and then came to a sudden stop. Silence filled the air and leaking fuel filled their noses. "Quick, get out of here!" shouted Susie as they both moved as quickly as they could out of the truck, as they ran around to the front, they could see the entire front of the lorry was crushed where it had hit a large rocky outcrop, the corporal was clearly dead, the steering column buried in his chest. The lorry was tilted over at a severe angle above a swollen torrent of a river. "Better get our bags out of the back," said Susie and she started to climb onto the back of the lorry.
"GET OFF!" Shouted Rhona as the lorry started to shift its position, Susie jumped clear just in time as the lorry rolled over and landed in the river with a huge splash.
"Shit, all our stuff is in there!" said Susie.
"Well it's all gone now, "said Rhona, "there is no way to retrieve it, that river is moving way too fast to go in. We had better start walking, let's climb back up to the road."
