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Subject: {ASSM} Fogbound Encounter ( Part 8 ) By Katzmarek (MF, Hist, Rom, First )
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Fogbound Encounter 8
By Katzmarek
The little party of Germans and Scots and one Englishwoman waited
expectantly as the train from Glasgow pulled into the little
station at Galston. The little, blue, Caledonian 'single driver'
disappeared in a cloud of steam as it got to the end of the
branch line. There were much blasting of whistles and banging of
carriage doors as the passengers began to alight.
Virtually all of the train's passengers were in uniform, a
replacement draft for the camp guards. A very few were returning
soldiers and sailors, a very few indeed.
A couple of soldiers were assisting and elderly woman of about 70
with her bags. She was berating them in German.
"Omi!" Kimi yelled as he ran up to her.
"(Ger) Tell these brutes I can get down by myself. I'm not an
invalid," Kimi's grandmother replied.
Kimi smiled at the soldiers and thanked them for their
assistance.
"(Ger) You're as skinny as ever," she said, "aren't the English
feeding you?"
"(Ger) Very well Omi. How was the journey?"
"(Ger) Long, and soldiers everywhere. Every town's full of
soldiers. The ship bounced up and down and it was full of
Dutchmen. They spit at you when they talk. Strange language the
Dutch."
Two German prisoners moved forward to assist the old woman with
her luggage. Kimi made the introductions.
"(Ger) This is Bruno Lody from Heidelburg and Herman Schoemann
from Kiel."
The two men gave her a stiff bow. Omi Kasemann's demeanour
changed.
"(Ger) Ah, two gentlemen at last. I hope it won't be long before
you can return home. Your families will need your strong backs.
Things are very grim there. So! Kimi, are you going to show me
this Englishwoman of yours, is she here?"
Kimi brought Eliza forward and presented her to hisGrandmother.
"(Ger) This is Eliza, Omi, my fiance."
Eliza was very nervous of the old woman. She desperately wanted
to get the seal of approval from Kimi's closest surviving
relative.
Putting a hand on each side of Eliza's face she said,
"(Ger) C'mon, let's have a look at you. She's very pale, Kimi,
and skinny like your mother. Are you sure she's not ill?"
"(Ger) She's fine and healthy, Omi. Isn't she pretty?"
"(Ger) Clearly you think so. She's too young, Kimi. Give her
another 5 years, 6 maybe..."
Eliza looked from Omi Kasemann to her future husband in
confusion. She tried to interpret their expressions to get an
idea of the conversation.
"I'm am happy to meet you at last," she told the woman in a
deliberate way. Kimi started to interpret for her.
"Kimi!" said his grandmother, "I... to... meet you... happy also.
(Ger) See Kimi I have a German/English dictionary. I read it
carefully on the ship coming over. This English, it is not so
hard to understand. If I'm to have English great grandchildren I
will need to study up."
"(Ger) So you approve of our wedding?" Kimi asked excitedly
"(Ger) No, of course not. But it never stopped your father and I
doubt it'd stop you. You have too much of your father in you."
"Kimi," Eliza said, "what is she saying?"
"She says she likes you and approves of our wedding," he told
her.
Eliza threw her arms around Kimi and kissed him.
"(Ger) Kimi! Not in public! You are not married yet. What did you
tell her?"
"(Ger) That you are the sweetest grandmother anyone could have,
of course."
"(Ger) Liar! I'm not so old I can't put you over my knee," she
said, a momentary grin flicked over her face.
Jock was standing by the gig as they came out of the station
gate. Kimi gestured to him and said,
"(Ger) This is my friend, Warrant Officer Smyth."
"(Ger) More soldiers! Ach. Goodness, this one's big, an Officer
you say?"
"Obergefreiter,"
"(Ger) Oh, I see. You must tell me who the Officers are, Kimi. I
hope you are showing respect to them. You must always give an
Officer his due, Kimi..." his grandmother went on.
Mrs. Kasemann talked all the way into the village with hardly a
pause. Kimi looked embarrassed so Jock spoke up,
"Tell your grandmother we're sorry to hear of the death off her
son." Kimi passed it on.
She tipped her head towards the WO and said,
"Thank... you." She replied in English. "(Ger) Kimi, have you
told him that your father was a hero. As his ship was going under
they torpedoed and sank an English Battleship."
"(Ger) They say it was the Marlborough, Omi, and it did not
sink."
"(Ger) They lie to you, Kimi. Everyone knows half the English
were sunk at the 'Skaggeraksieg'." (Skaggerak Victory)
"(Ger) They call the battle, Jutland, Omi, and they say they won
it."
"(Ger) The English can say what they like. Your cousin Johan was
there, on the 'Derflinger,' and he said their ships were blowing
up everywhere. He said he hit the 'Invincible' with his own
turret. They gave him a medal for it. They got the honours,
y'know, shared with the 'Von der Tann.' They won it? Never!"
"Kimi, what is your grandmother saying?" asked Jock.
"She told me she's likes Galston and is glad to be here."
"You Germans have a long-winded way of saying things," Jock said,
shaking his head.
Omi Kasemann began referring to Herman and Bruno as her 'boys',
and it was some time before she allowed them to head back to
camp.
They had to shift the cot in the Smyth's spare room away from the
window, fetch and carry things for her and generally make a fuss.
Jean Smyth bridled at her dominating manner.
"I think we have a cuckoo in the nest," she told Jock, "I'm not
sure how long I can put up with her. She'd rearrange the whole
cottage if she had the strength."
"She won't be here too long."
"Aye, she's too 'Prussian' for my liking and I can't understand a
word she says. She could be calling me a witch for all I know."
"Maybe," Jock considered, "she'd be partial to a little toddy?"
Mrs. Smyth dug her husband in the ribs,
"Now Jock, I wouldn't want to kill the old battleaxe," shesaid.
The wedding had become known as 'the German Wedding' and had
caused a few divisions in the village. Although most people liked
Kimi, the war was too fresh in most people's minds. A good number
of POW's would be there and that was more than many of the
villagers could stand.
On the morning of the ceremony, Kimi dressed at the camp under
the administration of Gefreiter Gerry Klein, a tailor in civilian
life. Kimi's best man was to be Bruno Lody who, for the occasion,
had assembled most of the dress uniform of a U-boat man. Most of
the German guests had gathered some kind of uniform. Someone
suggested that this was to be the final operation of the old
Imperial Navy.
Kimi was escorted in a solemn procession from the camp to the
church. He rode in a gig followed by an honour guard of the
Kaiser's Navy. Kimi felt very embarrassed by it all. At least no
one produced a German flag.
At the church, the Germans filed past the knot of curious
onlookers into the church and were directed to the groom's side.
At the front of the aisle, Omi Kasemann was holding court. She
reminded Kimi of one those portraits of Queen Victoria.
Across the aisle Eliza's mother dabbed her eyes and looked a
little bewildered. Newly arrived from Norway she and her husband
had only a few days to meet everybody.
The wedding march played, as her father escorted Eliza down the
aisle. He was dimly aware of the hushed comments from the crowd
and Jock Smyth at the back closing the doors behind them. Kimi
swayed slightly and his mind was a little fogged. Back at the
camp he'd been given a potent draft of homemade schnapps, 'to
stiffen his resolve.'
Eliza looked beautiful, he thought, in her 'broiderie anglais'
gown. At her buttoned up neck glittered a silver broach, a
present from her parents.
Somehow Kimi got through the service without fumbling. He even
said 'I do' confidently, feeling the calm presence of Bruno by
his elbow.
The party spilled out next door, to the church hall. That is,
after the obligatory photo on the steps. A generous supper had
been laid out on long tables and the newly weds were ushered to
the top table. Omi Kasemann was seated on Kimi's other side,
still with her 'boys' hovering nearby.
Speeches were given in both languages. Bruno had a fair command
of English and managed tolerably well. After the official toast
Mrs. Kasemann rose to speak, the room hushed.
"I... want... wish... my grandson and his... bride well," she
said in a rehearsed fashion. "I wish... his father was here... he
would this very much like. I speak... for him... at the wedding
of his son. Hard it is for me... my only grandson... he will live
in Danzig not... but among ...auslanderen; Englische?" she asked,
leaning towards Bruno.
"Foreigners," he answered.
"Ja, foreigners... is very hard for me. But you, my Kimi look
after good, dankeschon... I sit, now."
The guest gave the old woman a round of applause.
Eliza leaned towards her husband,
"You've been drinking, I can smell it."
"Just a little," he answered.
Kimi and Eliza were escorted to their cottage by a piper.
Following them a boisterous crowd of revelers followed,
occasionally shouting out some ribald remark.
When they reached their door an improvised choir of POW's
insisted on singing a song for them. Naturally it was a song of
the sea. A farewell to the fishing boats setting out into the
Baltic or the North Sea, a song of hope for a successful voyage
and a safe return.
Jock and Bruno mustered their respective countrymen and led them
away from the Kasemanns. A few wanted to stay and offer the newly
weds some more advice and it took a little shoving to dissuade
them.
"On your bike you drunken bastard," Kimi heard Jock tell
someone.
"Come on, your ship is pulling out," said Bruno in German.
Inside the little cottage a fire had been lit. Candles had been
placed around the sitting room and a bottle of Champagne was on a
table beside the two-seater.
Eliza disappeared into their bedroom to change from her wedding
dress. Kimi took off his jacket and loosened his shirt.
When Eliza returned she was wearing a dressing gown, tied around
the waist with a cord. Meanwhile, Kimi had filled two glasses
with the Champagne.
Eliza sat next to Kimi and accepted the drink. For a while they
gazed into the fire. Eventually Kimi asked his wife,
"Are you happy?" Eliza nodded.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I just feel a bit strange... a bit
nervous. I'm not sure what to do."
"You don't?" asked Kimi, putting an arm over her shoulders.
"Not that... I know what you're thinking," she giggled. "It's
just that... you build yourself up for this moment... I mean your
whole life... and now it's arrived... I... I just want it to
be... special. I don't want to disappoint you, Kimi," Eliza told
him.
In response, Kimi leaned in and kissed her, gently at first. He
brushed across her lips and nibbled around her jaw to her ear.
From her ear he descended down the side of her neck. Eliza put
her hand up and ran it through his hair.
"You look so beautiful in the firelight," he told her, "you could
never disappoint me."
"Oh Kimi!" she replied, I love you."
Kimi stood up and pulled Eliza up from the settee.
"Let's go to bed," he said.
They walked into the bedroom to find it had been lit with candles
also. The freshly made bed had been turned back. A single red
rose lay on the pillow.
"See," said Kimi, " someone's gone to a lot of trouble for us."
They stood by the bed and kissed. As Eliza caressed her husband,
Kimi slowly untied the cord of her dressing gown. Pulling the
gown off her shoulders he found she was wearing a shimmering
satin nightie.
Eliza undid the buttons of Kimi's shirt and he shrugged it off.
She ran her hands over his bare chest. Kimi undid his belt and
fly buttons and shyly dropped his trousers. He sat on the bed to
shed his socks and shoes.
Uncertainly, Eliza climbed into the bed. Standing up Kimi took
down his underpants. Eliza blushed when his stiff cock came into
view. Kimi quickly jumped into bed beside her.
As they kissed, Eliza whole body began to tingle, especially her
pussy. It scared her a little and excited her at the same time
that, at last, she would be taking Kimi's hardness into her most
intimate place.
Their kisses grew hotter and more urgent. Kimi began to slide her
nightie up her legs. She flushed at the feel of his fingertips on
the inside of her thighs. She lifted her bottom so he could slide
the gown up and over her head. Now she was as naked as he was.
Kimi took particular care, this time. He didn't want to spoil it
for his wife so he gently ran his hands over her body. He
followed with little butterfly kisses, on her tummy, chest and
eventually her breasts.
Eliza's nipples ached in her arousal. She longed to have Kimi
kiss and suck them and she directed his face to them. Kimi
nibbled and licked them, listening to his wife's heavy breathing.
He kissed his way down to her tummy button while his hands
stroked her inner thighs.
As Kimi went back to kiss Eliza's mouth, his wife reached down
and touched his cock.
"Are you ready now?" she whispered.
"Are you?" he whispered back.
"I think so... do you think it will hurt?"
"I don't know... I'll be gentle."
"I know you will... shall we try it? I... I think it's open...
um... my... down there."
Kimi reached down and felt for her entrance. Eliza jerked
slightly.
"See?" she said, "do you think it's ready?"
"It's wet..."
"Yes of course... so you can slide your thing in, twit."
"I know... I'm not that dumb."
"So?"
"So what?"
"So are you going to get on top of me, silly."
Kimi rolled on top of Eliza and settled between her legs. His
cock settled along her slit. He instinctively slid it up and
down.
"Oh, that's nice... keep doing that... uh... Mmm. You are so...
beautiful, my love."
"Shall we?"
"Yes... I'll guide it... with my hand... there... in there...
oh."
Kimi pushed the bulb of his penis into her vaginal entrance. He
took care to allow Eliza to adjust to the new sensation.
"I don't think it's going to... go in," Kimi said.
"Yes it will, push a little harder... it's alright... uh... no,
it's alright... keep going... push it... oh. I feel... so full...
uh... my hymen... you need to break it."
"I know! I don't want to... hurt you."
"Do it, Kimi...you need to... now!"
Kimi hugged his wife tight and drew back for the hard thrust that
would take her virginity. Together they counted 1,2,3 and Kimi
pushed. With a sharp jab of pain Eliza felt it tear. Kimi held
her and told her he was sorry.
"It's alright, Kimi. Just stay there for a while, Ok? Don't
move."
After a while they experimented with some gentle movements. They
enjoyed grinding their pubic bones together, it was comfortable
for Eliza and it kept Kimi hard.
"Try pushing it in and out a little more," she told him, "not too
fast."
"Is that alright?" Kimi asked her.
"Yes, much better... go right in... it's ok... uh... uh... like
that... uh... nice..."
They found a nice steady rhythm. Kimi was carefully avoiding too
much friction lest he pushed himself to come too soon. His
concern for Eliza's comfort delayed his own crisis.
Eliza head was thrown back, she was breathing hard and
concentrating on the feeling.
"Much better," she gasped, " go faster...Mmm... oh... oh... uh...
oh Kimi... uh... oh... harder... oh... faster... Mmm... ooohhh...
Mmm... uh... oh..."
Eliza screwed up her face and shuddered. Kimi stopped thrusting
and asked her, concerned,
"Are you alright?"
"Yes... fine..." she replied panting, "you... haven't...
finished?"
"No."
"Then... go on... it's ok."
Kimi resumed thrusting in and out, Eliza holding him by the hips,
feeling his muscles contract and relax.
Kimi propped himself on his hands and watched his wife's face,
and her jiggling breasts. He was now free to find the friction he
had avoided and it wasn't long before he could feel himself
building up for his orgasm.
"Oh Eliza..." he moaned as felt himself coming.
"That's it... I can feel you... shoot it in me... oh... it's ...
so hot," Eliza gasped.
Later, they were lying in each other arms, gently stroking. The
candles were still glowing, turning their naked flesh a bronze
colour.
"What a mess, down there," Eliza said.
"Someone left a towel, look."
Kimi took a towel from off the nightstand and handed it to his
wife. She put it between her legs.
"How are you feeling?" Kimi asked.
"A little sore, and sensitive. I'm glad it's happened, though.
And I'm glad it's with you. You are so gentle with me. I'm so
lucky."
"So you're not sorry you didn't go out with the Americans?"
"No. Are you sorry didn't go out with a big, busty German
woman."
"Or a Pole? Danzig is full of Polish. They ran away from Russia.
No, I'm content my love. You are so pretty."
They held each other as they fell asleep.
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