A blonde named Else Memory

This memory has sexual content.

I remember a gal named Else. She hung out with the pilots and often slept with the ones that she fancied, myself included. I think it was three of us that she preferred.

She had bright blonde hair, full round breasts, a sweet disposition, a giggle and lust for sex, and I think blue eyes. She had a few pilots that she liked more than others, one of which was my brother, Lothar. She had a crush on him, and if I recall correctly, he liked her also. I can only guess that Else lived on a nearby farm. I do not believe that she was a sister to any of the pilots.  She would often bake different kinds of goodies and bring them to us, which we all loved. Also if memory serves me correct, she pretty much had free reign of the grounds.

One night in particular comes to mind..... I am in my office/bedroom that was separated from the others. It is night and I have crawled into bed. I know that I have settled down to sleep and that I am by myself.

The next flash of memory is that someone has lifted up my blanket and has crawled into my bed with me. The person has crawled on top of me and is giggling. The person is Else.  It was a pleasant surprise unlike some of the stuff that the guys would do to me. I am just awake enough to know that Else is in the room, she is giggling, and is making her way under the covers to find a certain part of my body.  Much to my delight, I feel her pull down whatever I was sleeping in. It must have been spring or summertime because I wasn't wearing much to sleep in.

Well, you can kinda guess what she was doing under the covers. After a bit of giggling on her part and some moaning on mine, she finally popped up from under the covers. She said something to me and I replied back to her. I was not in love with her, but I did like her very much and enjoyed having sex with her. She was always so happy and enthusiastic, which was really nice. It's too bad that there wasn't an "Else" for every squadron of men.

She kissed me a few times and told me what she wanted, and well, I wasn't about to tell her no. I traded places with her and made love to her. I think she may have slept with me for awhile. My bed was small, so we had to sleep close.

I am pretty sure that Else sneeking into my quarters was not an uncommon ocurrance. I am also keenly aware that during one of these visits that I had to tell her about Margret, and that she could not sneek into my bed anymore. I was trying to be good and I needed her to help me by not coming into my room to sleep with me.

Her reaction was sad that she couldn't sleep with me anymore, but she was happy that I found someone special. She also understood and respected my reasons for secrecy.