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Flying is deemed to be a man?s world but during the outbreak of World War Two, in nineteen thirty nine, the British Airforce found itself in need of an increasing number of planes and pilots. War, it seemed, was proving to be a social leveller in this respect, and out of the sheer desperation, the Air Transport Auxiliary (ATA) was born.And so it was, that on the twelfth of July nineteen forty, I came into contact with Emily ?Vixen? Carter. A sprightly and spirited twenty-something, though she never divulged her true age to any of us, not even me. She was a pilot with the ATA and she embodied the motto ?eager for the air?. Her primary task was to ferry new aircraft from the factories to the RAF squadron airfields, and I, Penelope Chase, was to work for her, organize her schedule out of the Castle Bromwich factory near Birmingham.At once, I got the impression that she was never happier than when she was airborne. She would stride into the office each morning and with a bright and breezy manner inquire as to what I had for her that day. It never changed and I don?t know why she asked, it was always Spitfires. I think, secretly, she hoped for something bigger and with more than one engine.I remember being in awe of her, at first. I was a studious eighteen-year-old and wanted to do my bit for the war effort, and I did my best to ensure that Emily?s workload was as straight forward as I could make it. My job was to liaise with the ground crew to ensure that the aircraft were in serviceable order, to take requests from the outlier squadrons and to make sure that no-one went without the minimum air cover required.In truth, I think I was besotted with her and her lifestyle and I longed to be up in the air with her, experiencing all that she told me about. I smiled whenever I watched her climb aboard a Spitfire because I knew that she was happy and it filled my heart with joy to think that. Yet, as soon as she would start on her journey, my heart would weigh heavily hoping for her return.~~~Emily Carter, Diary Entry: July 15th 1940I have a new assistant. I have given her a few days to settle in but I think we are going to be firm friends. So far, she?s efficient at her job and I like the way she?s enthusiastic ? just like me. Yet, there?s something else about her that I can?t quite put my finger on. It?s like she knows me already, knows what drives me; knows who I really am.I look at her through the cockpit just before the chocks are released and I smile and wave to her but every time she turns to leave just as I do so.~~~We became close friends in no time at all and I would sit and listen to her stories of how she would fly the planes and push them to their limits as she delivered them to the squadrons. What if you were to lose control or crash? I would tell her. She always replied that if she didn?t push the plane to their limits, performing twists and loops then how could she be sure they would perform when in battle? She was right of course. Though I don?t think the Squadron Commander would appreciate her frolicking around in the skies like that.Over the next few weeks, she must have flown several missions delivering the precious Spitfires to South Coast airfields such as RAF Biggin Hill, RAF North Weald and as far afield as RAF Exeter. Depending on the workload, their return journey would be either by freight plane back to Birmingham or sometimes, when the planes couldn?t be spared, by road transport.Emily would often sleep in the back of the truck and as soon as she got back she would be out again with another delivery. In the first few weeks, I hardly saw her, I just organised the planes and let her know where she was going; provide her with the flight map, directions and time of arrival. Most of the time, Emily flew in sight of the land, and so I would also provide landmarks where I could; which never helped in the fog of course. All in all, she was away most of the time as the planes rolled off the production line.She telephoned me from RAF Exeter once because, she said, she wanted to hear my voice. My heart filled with glee when she said that and we chatted until a flight was arranged for her return. It was then that she called me Poppy. At first, I wondered who Poppy was and then realised it was me. She made me promise to arrange a day?s leave for her when she got back, but all I could see were the mounting aircraft that had to be delivered.When I had a moment, I looked at myself in the mirror and recited the name Poppy over and over. It caused me to smile ? a very big smile indeed.~~~Emily Carter, Diary Entry: July 24th 1940Penelope was far too long a name and I just had to shorten it. I introduced her to her new name today, Poppy. I like Poppy. I am so tired at the moment and have asked Poppy to arrange a rest day for me. I need it. These long haul flights do take it out of you.To be honest with myself, I would like to spend a few hours with Poppy. She has worked so hard over the last few weeks and I want to treat her.I can?t wait to get back and see her.~~~I arranged for Emily to kocaeli escort have the first of August as a rest day and had diverted her workload to a new lady that had just joined the crew; fresh out of training school, we were now up to seven women in total and more were being trained every week.I hadn?t realised that Emily had also arranged for me to have the time off work too. We were to travel to Stratford-upon-Avon for the day. She had bought tickets for the theatre and we were to have a picnic by the river Avon.At the theatre, I remember leaning over the balcony to look at the people below us. At one point Emily raised her hand and closed my mouth for me. I had never seen such a sight in all my life. It was such a grand theatre to be in.The picnic was equally splendid. We found a nice location under a willow tree, we spread the woollen cloth to cover the ground and we drank water from champagne flutes and tucked into our pre-prepared sandwiches. There was nothing too fancy in them, just a little cucumber and some cheese. We giggled away the late afternoon. I had never seen Emily so happy.I often had to catch my breath as she described her time in the air at the controls of the Spitfire. The plane had already become well known as one of the most modern fighter planes of its time and Emily, and her team, of course, transported them all over Britain.She asked me what was the most exciting time of my life and I had to think hard about it. I slowly came to the conclusion that it was here and now, sitting with Emily on our picnic, being with her. I found my heart rate increase significantly as our eyes locked together. I went a little quiet, for quite some time. I wanted to tell her, but instead, I just shook my head and told her that I hadn?t experienced anything quite as exciting as flying. Then we were so rudely interrupted.We eventually had to leave that beautiful spot on the River Avon and return back to our lodgings in Birmingham. Something special happened on that trip and I don?t know whether Emily felt it or not. I know I did.~~~Emily Carter, Diary Entry: August 1st 1940Poppy was like a small over-excited dog at the theatre. She had never been to a play before and it showed. I had to close her mouth for fear of her catching flies. I was conscious that my fingers lingered a little too long on her lips. I don?t think she noticed, or if she did, she hid it well.The picnic was sublime. We had such fun together. The best part for me was when we linked hands and skipped along the waterside. I felt the heat from her soul blend with mine. We chatted freely but I think it was I that did most of the talking.There was an awkward moment between us. The conversation fell silent. I remember sipping water from my champagne flute as we stared at each other. There was a lot that went unsaid in those few moments and neither of us seemed keen to spoil it. The moment was interrupted by a small boy running to pick up his ball that had come to a halt near to our hamper.I feel so light-headed when I am in her company. I think she feels the same too. ~~~The next few weeks were hectic. I had been promoted as well. Not so much in standing, but I now had two pilots to organise; Emily and Heather.I found myself become quite scared as Emily spoke of her recent trip to RAF Manston, where she related a near miss with a fellow pilot of a Sopwith Camel as she was coming into land. Her quick reactions and the superlative dynamics of the Spitfire allowed her to climb rapidly and avoid the collision.I was sitting on the arm of the leather sofa, in the pilot's lounge, and Emily was moving her hands together and spreading them apart as she related her story of the near miss. I wasn?t concentrating on her hands, my gaze was fixed on the point just inside her open neck shirt that billowed and collapsed with her movements. My vantage point allowed me the briefest glimpses of her pale body. I had never felt like that in all my life. But I secretly wanted to touch her. I know that my heart was pounding and my hands felt sweaty.Suddenly, out of the blue, she asked me if I had been listening to anything she had said. I stammered profusely and declared that I had been. But, in that instant, I think she caught me raising my gaze to her face.Emily turned to look out of the window and I lowered my head in shame. She suddenly jumped up and declared that she had to be off and deliver some planes. I presented her with the usual information and she disappeared to get kitted out.I was left to stare out of the window; to contemplate on what had transpired.It was twenty minutes later that Emily was striding out to the Spitfire on the runway. I watched her leave and hoped that she would return unscathed. I wasn?t expecting Emily to turn around and head back towards me. She dropped her flight bag on the ground and opened her arms; allowing them to fold around me. We hugged for longer than was proper. When she released me she squeezed my hand and bit her lip and told me that she would be careful and that I shouldn?t worry. kocaeli escort bayan She shook my hand affectionately before releasing it to run towards her plane.I had to run after her with her flight bag. This time I watched Emily power up the plane. I watched the chocks being removed and I stared into the cockpit to see her smile and wave in my direction. I waved back. The smile on my face, the slight blush of my cheeks, my quickening breath and the thumping of my heart would have been clear to everyone as to how I felt at that moment.~~~Emily Carter, Diary Entry: August 23rd 1940I had fun today, a lovely morning flight to RAF Manston. Though, I did have a near miss with an idiot of a pilot that had some serious visibility issues. I reported him of course and was congratulated by the Squadron leader ? no less.I told Poppy of the near miss and she seemed frightened by it all. I also caught her looking at me. Not at me precisely, more towards my breasts. I had to turn away and look out of the window for fear that she would see the smile spread across my lips. I want to know what she really thinks about me. I hope it?s the same as what I?m thinking about her.Before I left today, I ran back and hugged Poppy. I think I would have kissed her if the ground crew were not present. But I have to confess to you, my trusty journal, at that moment, I knew. In my heart, I knew that Poppy and I would ? one day ? be lovers.If I had known then what I know now, I would have let my fingers linger on her lips for much longer when we were together at the theatre. And I would have made more of our time at the waterside in Stratford-upon-Avon.~~~Emily and her team were pushed around the country every minute of the day. On one such occasion, Emily flew to RAF Filton, in Bristol. She was eager and keen to be going to such a prestigious airfield as far as aircraft were concerned. She had joked, only the previous day in fact, that perhaps they would allow her to fly one of the Bristol Blenheim Bombers that were made there.She was back at Birmingham in less than five hours; disappointment written all over her face. At least she had touched one and sat in its cockpit, but that was as close as she had made it.We seemed to linger in the NAFFI a little too long that evening. Emily?s schedule was as tight as duck?s arse and I knew that if she didn?t get some serious sleep she wouldn?t be taking off for RAF Warmwell in Dorset the following day.Emily wanted me to take tea with her at the late hour of nine in the evening but I had to refuse. Then she tricked me. She asked me to close my eyes because she had a present for me. I hadn?t seen anything in her hand so presumed it would be inside her room. I waited for her to unlock the door.The present was a kiss. I felt her lips on mine and at first, it startled me. My eyes flung open and I gasped out loud and backed away from her. I waited for a door to open in response to the sound but none of them did. I looked at Emily. She seemed as scared as I was; like she was looking straight into the headlights of an oncoming car.I knew she had done nothing wrong, but I don?t think she knew that. Not until I leant into her and returned her kiss with a passion that left me quite dizzy. By the time we broke apart, my hand was on the back of her neck and I had dropped the envelope of papers that I was carrying.Her hand slipped around my waist and I felt her slide it downwards onto my bottom. I closed my eyes but in a sudden rush, she pushed me away and started to tell me that tomorrow?s flight should be a breeze. I was highly confused until I looked behind me to see Heather Brown walking down the corridor to her room.I remember telling Emily that the flight should be fine and I reluctantly turned to leave her.~~~Emily Carter, Diary Entry: September 9th 1940I thought the Blenheim Bomber was the highlight of my day. The most traumatic moment of my life was when I asked Poppy to close her eyes. It must have taken me a good minute to work up to that kiss. I was convinced she felt the same way about me but the uncertainty didn?t help matters. I kissed Poppy full on the lips.Journal, I can?t tell you what a relief it was when she kissed me back and when my hand found itself on her hot bottom I was in heaven. It was short lived as Heather walked around the corner. I had to push Poppy away. I didn?t want to but I had to. I?m now scared she will think badly of me for doing so. I hope she doesn?t. ~~~That kiss ? that kiss was out of this world. I had to rush back to my room. I immediately looked at the schedule and hoped that I could send Heather a million miles away, but I couldn?t. I flopped on the bed and my breath came quickly. My hand slid into my knickers but not before I grasped my bottom in the precise place that Emily had touched me. I felt her tenderness and her warmth as my other hand found my sex. It was all over in a few seconds. All I could think of was Emily?s hand doing the same to me as mine was doing right now. It felt so nice, so wonderful. I wanted to izmit escort know whether Emily was doing the same to herself.Unfortunately, the next day was too hectic for me to even smile at Emily or for her to return one. Four of the women pilots were heading down to RAF Tangmere in West Sussex as they had lost three aircraft in a recent battle over Southern England the day before. Personally, I don?t think it?s the aircraft, it?s the pilots, they?re getting younger and younger by the minute and they don?t have that all-important battle experience ? or any experience come to that.Emily and I spent a thrilling moment looking into each other?s eyes before she picked up her flight bag and left. I could tell that the smile on her face was borne of lust and not just an ordinary smile.The four of them didn?t get back until gone nine in the evening. A siren had gone off within twenty minutes of them landing and their Spitfires were loaded with ammunition. The squadron leader ordered other people to get them airborne as quickly as possible. All other flights were grounded, and so Emily and the team spent the rest of the day in the NAFFI.Emily and I waited in the bar for as long as we could that evening. We quietly sipped our drinks and I told her of the flights she had planned for the rest of the week. I took my time. I caught her glancing at my chest and I saw her staring at my legs when I went to get another drink for us both.By the time I returned to our sofa, Heather had announced she was off to bed and Belinda followed her. I took a sip of my drink as I watched them leave. Emily and I never said a word in the five minutes that followed, we just looked into each other?s eyes and smiled. Waiting for that moment. Waiting long enough so that -I think I was the first to put my drink on the table. I looked cautiously behind me and I leant in to kiss her. It was surreal. I was kissing Emily Carter in the bar; dressed in my blue navy skirt while she was still in her pilot?s one-piece uniform. My hands found the inside of her outer garment but I had to be satisfied with feeling her breasts from outside of her bra. I squeezed hard on them while our tongues fought each other.Our kissing was punctuated only by the cries of each other?s names in the moments we parted for air. It was Emily that suddenly stood up and knelt on the sofa. Her hand had reached down past my skirt and was sliding upwards towards my groin. I felt her caress every inch of my thigh as I looked at her; my own eyes closing with excitement every now and then. I hardly felt her hand come upon me before it slipped over my knickers and then back down inside them. I only really felt the warmth of her hand on my hot sex when one of her fingers curled upwards and before I was aware, the pleasure was coursing through me. My heart was beating faster than a bumblebee?s wing and I was panting into the air as she pushed two fingers into me; accompanied by her tongue on my earlobe and then into my ear. I squirmed out loud as she took me.I came hard on that sofa and I so desperately wanted to pleasure Emily in the same way. But at the end of my orgasm, she just cuddled into me and kissed me gently on my collar bone.We never stopped talking about our feelings for each other, in the brief hour we had left. We discussed everything from the first time we met to the day at Stratford to the current events. I felt a little silly when she told me that she caught me looking at her and that she had to turn away for smiling.We had to break for the evening, we had work to do the following day and it would have been improper to be found on that sofa in the morning, though we giggled profusely as we headed off to bed.~~~Emily Carter, Diary Entry: September 19th 1940Today was beautiful. Despite the extended round trip, the air battle and the uncertainty, I eventually found myself back in Poppy?s arms. I think the other girls are starting to realise that something is up, but I don?t care. Right now I?m on cloud nine but with my feet firmly on the ground.We kissed tonight; more than kissed. I finally got to do something that I had been dying to do when I caught Poppy looking down my cleavage. I got my fingers inside her and gave her a most wonderful orgasm. I loved it when she came on my fingers so quickly and I loved having my tongue in her ear while she groaned out loud.I wasn?t expecting her to be so wet but I was pleasantly surprised when she gushed upon my hand. That was a grand end to the evening. We chatted for ages afterwards. I am so glad we found each other in this messed up world. I want the war to be over now. I want to be with Poppy and I don?t care what people will think of us.~~~We spent the next two nights in the company of hundreds of other people as Birmingham and Coventry experienced their portion of the Blitz. Despite being the second most heavily bombed city in the country, because of its role in manufacturing, I was amazed that our own factory seemed to have emerged unscathed. Air raids were common and yet we seemed to be in business despite the devastation that surrounded us.Emily and I had little time for each other over the next few days as the schedule for delivery was extremely tight. All eight pilots of the ATA were on full schedules, delivering Spitfires to all parts of the country.