The Red Dress - Sex Stories

The Red Dress

... face. “Over ‘ere. She’s okay!” It was a man I didn’t know wearing dark blue overalls and what looked like a white metal hat. “Come on, Sid, help me get this beam off ‘er. It’s okay, Missus. We’ve got yer.” As they lifted I took a sharp intake of breath. Thank God I could breath again. The two men lifted me out of the pile of debris that used to be my home. The one called Sid, said: “Yer safe now love. We’ll take yer to the medics. They’ll check yer over don’t you worry.” "What happened, where is my husband?” I screamed at them. “A doodlebug love. Yer know, one o’ them flyin’ bomb things. Bleedin’ Jerries. Fell right in front of yer ‘ouse it did. You’re lucky to be alive, I’ll tell yer!” I was shaking now, shock was setting in. “Where’s my husband?” I said again. “Don’t you remember, Anna? He’s away in the Air Force. He’s okay.” I turned my head. It was the lady in the red dress. “You’ve had a shock sweetheart. Let’s get you some tea.” I didn’t get it. What was happening to me? I looked around. The quiet suburban street where I lived was gone. In it’s place were piles of bricks and broken timbers. A little along the road a house was burning fiercely. I could see two fire engines and an ambulance. They were like they were from a museum. Where were the fire brigade? I couldn’t take it all in and my legs gave way. “All right love, we’ve got yer,” and the two men helped me to the ambulance and sat me inside. “Anna, drink this tea. It will help you relax.” Again it was the lady ...

... with the red dress. I took the green cup and saucer with the little ridges. “Thank you,” I said and took a sip. I coughed violently. “Sorry,” she said, “a little too much brandy?” “No, it’s fine,” I told her, “Thank You. You are very kind.” “Don’t you know me, Anna?” There was a hint of concern in her voice. “I…I’m sorry, I can’t….can’t think straight.” “Laura, from the W.I. I live up the road.” “Yes, I’m sorry. My mind is a bit fuddled at the moment.” I looked around me. Everywhere was destroyed and burning. My head was pounding and in my confused state I thought I could hear other explosions in the distance. I vaguely heard Laura’s voice asking if I was okay and a man's voice saying I was but needed someone to keep an eye on me for a few hours. She said she would take me to her house. “Can you walk, Anna?” she said to me. “Yes, I think so,” I said, and tried to stand. I was a little wobbly but otherwise okay. “Come on,” she said, “You can lean on me. I’ll take you home.” “It’s gone,” I looked at her. “My home is gone.” “I know,” she continued, brushing the hair from my eyes and some of the dirt from my face, smiling gently and with care in her eyes. “You can stay with me for now until we sort this mess out.” Slowly and carefully she guided me through the rubble, supporting me as I leaned on her until we reached her front door. Inside it was warm and welcoming. Once through the thick blackout curtain behind the door, she turned on the light and for the first time, I caught ...