Now an old man I was sitting in a railway carriage opposite two women dressed as nuns, one mature, the other quite young, My mind went back 60 years. At that time I was a member of what is now referred to as Special Forces but in my time as Special Operations.
I was parachuted into France in early April of 1944 to prepare for the forthcoming landing later in the year. Everything seemed to have gone wrong, the first plane only got 50 miles before it had to turn back. Then the weather was that bad they couldn't fly for several days. Eventually when I did manage to do my drop it was in an area where there was a large concentration of German troops in fact two battalion of SS Storm Troopers. The worst or was it the best part I was blown away off target by the strong winds and landed in a compound of a walled building. My black parachute and the soft landing on the lawn saved me from being observed or heard by any of the guards if there were any.
I Undid my harness, rolled up the chute, tucked it under my arm and made my way around the wall looking for an exit. The first door I came to was a normal door built into the wall with a little trap door at eye level. Opening this flap slowly I looked out only to see a Panzer sitting only about 10 feet away. I closed the little hatch and continued my search for an exit. I came upon the main entrance with a large gate again with a small spy hatch fitted. I repeated the procedure only to find more German troops assembled there.
The only thing was to find some suitable hiding place to spend the night and figure out what to do next. The only opening I found was an outside access, which was usually into a coal bunker, but when I opened it there was no sign of or smell of coal. I daren't strike or show a light so I observed by the moonlight a space at the bottom of the steps, gently closing the trap-door like doors and descended the stairs. On reaching the bottom I laid the parachute down and lay on top of it.
A foot was gently probing me, and woke me up. I must have gone out like a light, another great start to the operation. The foot that was probing me belonged to a nun, a quite pretty one at that all dressed in black with a white cap on her head, a black scarf on top and a cross on a chain around her waist.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in here?" she asked in French but is a soft voice as if not wanting to be heard.
"I parachuted in last night from England, I'm here to help the partisans. It appears I have landed a bit off target."
"There are Germans all around us, they won't allow us to leave and only allow food to be delivered to us. We must obey, for we are harbouring refugee Jews, so we mustn't draw attention to ourselves. If they suspected you were in here, or had been in here they would search the convent and we would all be punished, for they would certainly find the refugees. You stay right there whilst I fetch Mother Superior."
I had landed in not a coal cellar, but looked like a laundry and access to their kitchen. Only a few feet away from where I was lying was an alcove I could have hidden in, but which I couldn't see last night. Too late now the nun knew I was here and I tried to do as she said, not draw attention to myself. A few minutes later a mature nun, with a different headdress but otherwise dressed the same as the other nun came into the room.
"Oh why did you come here we have enough trouble, I cannot let you leave, for there are too many German troops in the area. They are expecting an invasion any time. You will have to stay inside the convent, there is a small room I can put you in but I want no-one else to know you are here. Sister Jacqueline, or myself will be the only ones who know you are here. So please don't leave the room, our lives all depend on you doing as I say."
I was at this time standing against the wall and she spotted the parachute.
"I must dispose of this; I will give the cloth to the refugees, to make something for themselves. The material is too good to throw away, the rest I will burn in the boiler fire."
With that she scooped up the parachute, Sister Jacqueline grabbed me by the arm and pulled me after her down a passage way at the other end of the laundry and into a room. The room was fitted with a wide single bed, a chair, a wardrobe that had seen better days with a room off with a toilet and washbasin but only cold water. The floor was stone slab, one small light bulb, and a very small window about seven inches deep and brown with age.
"I or Mother Superior will bring you some bedding, but you have to stay in this room, only flush the toilet at night."
Neither worried about my pistol, which was the only weapon I carried. I had dropped light expecting to be picked up by the Resistance, but I expect they now thought I had been captured or dead. I kicked off my boots and lay down on the bed. It looks if my war was over until whichever allied troops arrived in this area first. It seems the Germans at least have respected the convent, which is a good thing for me.
For three weeks either Sister Jacqueline or Mother Superior brought me at least two meals a day. They even done my washing for me, and escorted me during the night to a bathroom where I could at least bathe myself. Mother Superior brought me a few books to read and some weren't what you expected a nun to read.
Then one night about one o'clock I heard the door open and this time the light wasn't switched on. Usually when either of them came to take me for a bath they entered and switched the light on. This change of habit aroused my suspicions and I was thinking someone else had entered the room until the shadowy figure spoke.
"It's me Mother Superior," she said with a whisper.
"What's the matter, have the Germans entered the convent?"
"No nothing like that, I have come to see you."
Even although it was a bright moonlight night the light that passed through the tiny window just broke the darkness and made everything murky. The first thing I noticed she wasn't wearing her hood or scarf, and her hair was long. I thought all nuns had their hair cut short; well they do in the movies. She came straight up to the bed and lay down along side of me. I didn't know what to do, any other woman I would have jumped at the chance ,but a nun, I'm protestant but I have always respected nuns from whatever religion.
"I want you to hold me, please, just hold me," she pleaded.
Well that wasn't too bad, everyone likes a hug now and again. I saw nothing at all wrong in that, so I put my arms around her. She slipped under the bedding and we were holding each other very close indeed. Even although she was wearing a thick flannel nightdress I felt her breasts against my chest and she must have felt my raging penis pressed against her lower abdomen.
No matter how pious you are you can't help but give someone this close a peck on the cheek. When I done this she pulled me even closer if that was at all possible. We lay in each others arms for about an hour then she got out of bed, leant over and planted a kiss on my lips then departed. Strange I thought, but as I said everyone needs comforting at one time or another. I dropped off to sleep with erotic thoughts going around in my mind.
Two nights later the same time, but this time she came straight into bed and held me close. After about ten minutes she whispered in my ear. "I want you to make love to me."
"You WHAT!" I almost shouted in disbelieve, I thought I had miss-heard what she asked.
"I want to feel like a woman, I have suppressed these desires long enough. Once this war is over I am leaving the order to and go and live a normal life. Feel; I have even taken off my marriage ring. To-night I am not a bride of Christ; I am a woman wanting her desires satisfied. I know you desire me, I felt it the other night."
With that she put her hand down and encircled my nine inch tool. The touch of her hand was all I needed to become rock hard. Then she pressed her lips to mine and ground her mouth onto mine with her tongue exploring between my lips. I slipped my hand onto her breast and she let out a sigh, and then asked. "Do you want me to take off my nightdress?"
