Chapter Sixteen
Snow was falling gently when they woke up early in the morning and, for a few moments, Patrick thought about staying put in the little hut. Hunger, however, and the fear of getting trapped if they were not really across the border, persuaded him that they should move on though and he chivvied Irma out of the warm blankets and outside into the cold. They took a pair of blankets each to help them stay warm then shut the door behind them and headed off into the snow, plodding ever downwards, feet freezing inside their unsuitable shoes.
It took nearly an hour before they spotted houses in the distance and their pace picked up as the prospect of food and shelter filled their minds. A village name sign made them even happier as it was decorated with a Swiss flag on the corner and Patrick hugged Irma then kissed her in delight.
“We’ve made it, Irma!” he shouted, punching the air in pleasure but she remained more cautious and remarked tartly, “We still have to get to Berne and find your embassy, Patrick. You also need to remember that we must be in the German speaking part of Switzerland and some of the people might be German sympathisers. Also, the Gestapo and the Abwehr too have a network of spies and informers dotted around the country so we cannot trust anybody at all. Somehow, we have to get to Berne and I don’t suppose you have any money on you, do you?”
“No, of course not. You took everything when I was shot down. Even my watch which was handed down from my grandfather! Haven’t you got any?”
“A few reichsmarks but they aren’t going to be much use in Switzerland. Still, I suggest that we see if there is a station here. If not, then we might have to beg, borrow or steal a vehicle!”
They walked down into the village and were pleased to find that there was a railway station at the far end. The main street was deserted at such an early hour although a local bakery was busy making bread and the smell made them both salivate as they passed by. A low fence separated the station from the street and they opened a white gate and stepped inside then headed for the large timetable displayed on the wall.
“A train leaves at just after half eight that will take us to Berne with just one connection,” stated Irma, deciphering the columns of numbers and names swiftly.
“So all we need to do is pay for our tickets then. Try using your reichsmarks. Perhaps the old woman in the ticket office will accept them?” suggested Patrick, gesturing towards the little booth where a grey-haired, sour-faced woman sat watching them.
“I’ll try but I don’t hold out much hope,” replied Irma, fishing some crumpled notes out of a concealed pocket in her skirt.
“Two tickets to Berne please,” stated Irma, pushing some of her money over the counter towards the ticket clerk.
“Swiss francs only,” snapped the woman back, sliding the reichsmarks back.
“Is there a bank or bureau de change around?” Irma inquired, trying to keep calm even though she could almost feel the Gestapo closing in with every second that was wasted.
“No, there isn’t, fraulein,” the clerk responded, sitting back and folding her arms across her substantial chest while her dark brown eyes flickered over Patrick thoughtfully. Irma noticed and smiled slightly then leaned as close as possible to the woman and whispered a few suggestions through the opening in the glass.
“So, Gerta, you agree?”
The woman nodded enthusiastically and unlatched the side door that led into the booth while Irma walked over to Patrick and said, “You are our ticket out of here, squadron leader. Get in there and please the lady and then she will issue us a couple of tickets!”
“What? But…”
“Just do it!” hissed Irma, giving him a shove and Patrick found himself heading towards the booth as if he was sleepwalking.
It was a tight squeeze inside the little ticket office and Patrick was swiftly crushed against the woman as she enfolded him in a hug before she kissed him once then wriggled her skirt up to her hips.
“Your tongue on me now!” she commanded, pushing him down and he fell to his knees as she slipped her knickers down to reveal a luxuriant blonde bush. He could smell her arousal as she parted her thighs and stood, hands resting on the ticket desk as he ran his tongue up her soft flesh towards her peeping pink pussy lips. Her blonde curls tickled his face gently then the tip of his tongue touched her slit and she sighed, reached down and pressed his face into her, almost smothering him in her heat and scent. He nuzzled into her softness, tongue teasing open her labia and then slithering up into her wetness, stabbing in and out in little jerks which made her shiver with pleasure. He cupped her huge buttocks in his hands and pulled her closer so that his tongue could delve deeper as his world shrank down to her all encompassing flesh.
“A return to Berne? Certainly,” muttered Gerta, stifling a little squeal of delight as she passed the pink stub over and took the gentleman’s money.
“You look flushed, Gerta? Are you feeling alright?” asked the man in a thick overcoat as he doffed his hat politely to Irma and took in her bedraggled uniform skirt and jacket, raising one bushy eyebrow as he wondered what a German officer was doing in his local railway station.
“Fine, thank you, Mr Zettler. It’s just a bit stuffy in this little cubicle,” Gerta responded, breathing out in relief as the man wandered down towards a bench at the far end of the platform, lugging a large leather suitcase with him.. Her face flushed even more as Patrick traced his tongue upwards, licking along the length of her slit until he felt the tiny bud of her clitoris throbbing gently away. He swirled the tip round her pulsing nub, enthralled by the taste and scent surrounding him as he worshipped her flesh. Quivers and shivers ran through her body and Gerta hissed and squealed, hands clenching onto the counter in front of her as pleasure began to overwhelm her senses. Her thighs trembled with desire and little spasms of joy rushed through her body, exploding in her brain like fireworks as Patrick’s tongue wrapped itself round her clit and jabbed back and forth. She shuddered and surrendered to her needs: sweet essence flooding out of her slit and covering Patrick’s face, soaking him with her scent.
Patrick licked and lapped away at her quivering clitoris until she finally pushed him away and sank back down on her chair, breath rasping in her throat and brown eyes almost unfocused.
“Two tickets please, Gerta,” murmured Irma with a smirk as Patrick, face like a beetroot, squirmed back up to his feet. Wordlessly, the ticket clerk complied, pushing the cardboard stubs through the small opening in the glass as she tried to recover her composure. Thanking her, Irma took the tickets and marched off down the platform with Patrick trailing in her wake like a cygnet following its mother. Mr Zettler glanced at them as they sat down on the bench next to his and Irma frowned and murmured to Patrick that they needed to do something about their clothes.
“We are far too conspicuous walking around in these uniforms, especially me. Anyone seeing us is going to remember us!”
“I’ll have a scout around the station and see if I can find anything to wear,” answered Patrick, getting up again and heading towards the waiting room.
There was nothing in there even though he searched high and low and the toilets were also empty of any clothing apart from a stray sock which was lying under one of the sinks. Disheartened, he went back outside and was surprised to find Irma chatting away merrily with the Swiss gentleman, Mr Zettler. She got up as soon as he emerged from the waiting room and walked over to him then whispered, “We are in luck, squadron leader. Stefan there is a commercial traveller.”
“So?”
“In ladies clothing, dummkopf! I have come to an arrangement with him to acquire some new clothes in exchange…”
“For what? Are you going to let him…” Patrick’s voice tailed away as she smiled at him wickedly.
“In exchange for you! He’s gay, Patrick, so wasn’t tempted by me at all, I’m afraid,” Irma stated, enjoying the worried look that appeared in the squadron leader’s eyes.
“No, I can’t…” he began but she gripped his arm tightly and hissed at him, “Yes, you can! I saw your face when Otto was enjoying your arse, remember? You loved it and this time you get to be the giver not the receiver anyway. If you don’t do this then we might get tracked down before we get to your embassy in Berne and don’t think that the Gestapo will let you walk away while they deal with me. They will take both of us back and then anything I did to you will seem like a pleasant experience in comparison!”
Irma stood in the waiting room door ostensibly on guard although she had already opened the large suitcase and was looking at the wares inside as Patrick and Stefan slipped into the toilet cubicle.
“Leave the door open, boys, as I want to watch,” she called out, making Patrick flush bright red. Stefan, in his early forties, took the initiative, running his hands down Patrick’s shirt and then undoing his trousers, pushing them and his pants down. To his surprise, Patrick found his cock hardening as the other man reached out and stroked it, gently rolling the foreskin back and forth while his other hand cupped the heavy ball sac. Stefan suddenly knelt down and Patrick gasped as warm wetness encompassed the head of his cock. The feeling was exquisite and just the same as if Irma or some other woman was sucking him, he realised, turning his head slightly to find her staring straight at him with a little knowing smile on her face. Surrendering himself to the pleasure, Patrick leant back against the thin wall of the cubicle and sighed as Stefan’s head bobbed up and down, tongue teasing the sensitive tip of his cock.
A minute passed, maybe a couple, before Stefan released the now rock-hard, saliva-coated prick from his lips. He stood then dropped his own trousers swiftly and Patrick let out a little gasp as he saw that underneath the man was wearing a silky pair of knickers. Patrick could not stop himself touching the soft fabric, rubbing the man’s buttocks through it before he pulled the thin material to one side and pressed his thick knob into the anal crack as Stefan bent over and held onto the enamel sink in front of him. Heat enveloped Patrick’s cock as it slipped upwards until he felt the crinkled whorl of the man’s anal entrance. He gripped Stefan’s hips and pushed gently, feeling him shiver in anticipation as the tiny rectal ring started to split apart. Patrick flushed, remembering how he had felt when Otto had taken him there for the first time and he suddenly became aware of Irma standing right by him, staring in fascination at the conjoined pair. He pushed harder and his cock slid in deeper, almost being sucked inside the darkness as Irma leant over and kissed him then teased her tongue into his ear as her hands cupped his taut buttocks and squeezed. Patrick moved forward in response and his prick eased up into Stefan’s tightness even further, swallowed up by the stretched anal tube.
“Imagine that it was my pussy or arse your cock was inside,” whispered Irma, sliding round until she was directly behind Patrick and smacking his bare arse hard. “Or maybe you would like me using you here at the same time?”
Patrick jerked and hissed as her finger slid up into his anus without any warning. His cock twitched inside Stefan and he thrust it in deeper, feeling the man’s flesh shiver in response. Another finger slithered up inside his bottom and Patrick was lost in pleasure and degradation, relishing the strange feeling of being invaded there even as he was driving deep into another man’s arse. Irma’s fingers pushed and slithered, twirled and twisted inside his anus constantly and he could not stop the pleasure rising through his body in response.
Almost unknowingly, his own hand slipped round and he found the hardness of Stefan’s cock covered in the silky softness of the panties. Patrick stroked it in time with his cock sliding in and out of the man’s tight anal entrance, hearing Stefan gasp. He shafted the man harder as Irma made her fingers dance inside him. Pleasure swirled through his senses and into his brain. Patrick cried out suddenly as everything became too much and then he was spilling his seed into the other man’s clenching tightness, thrusting hard and deep while his hand worked Stefan’s cock and felt that begin to jerk and judder. He rammed his prick in as far as he could while jet after jet of come flooded out, bathing Stefan’s anal tube in warm stickiness as Irma teased Patrick’s prostate gland with her nimble fingers until he was almost completely drained.
“Such a lovely sticky mess at both ends, Stefan,” teased Irma as Patrick’s cock slowly slipped out of the Swiss man’s stretched anus. “Let me have a little to feed my friend here with please.”
She reached out and fondled the man’s limp cock gently then ran her hand over the spunk-stained knickers before sliding it over Patrick’s face, wetting his lip with come. She moved her hand back down and then squeezed Patrick’s cock, milking a tiny dribble of sperm then she held her palm up for Stefan and he licked it up, making her smile as she literally had him eating out of her hand. Men were so easy to control and use, she thought before she thanked Stefan for the clothes she had chosen out of his case then went into the other toilet cubicle and quickly got changed. Patrick and Stefan looked at each other briefly then hurriedly got dressed before the Swiss man scurried out back to his bench with the now much lighter case under his arm.
Hope it was worth the wait!
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