Hot Nights in Alex

Hot Nights in Alex

The War might not yet be over, but for a short time, can Marion still find some romance?

One Saturday during the early summer of 1943, Marion Hammond, an SOE operative, temporarily assigned to the Admiralty in Alexandria, Egypt, as an interrogation officer, is sunbathing at Stanley Beach with her best friend, Patricia Howes, also an SOE agent.

 Thomas Bradley, an officer in the 1st Derbyshire Yeomanry, is on a 7-Day pass at Alexandria. Even though the war in North Africa is over, he is fully aware his fighting days are far from finished. Before his leave has hardly started, he receives orders to return to his regiment by no later than the following Tuesday. For now, though, he is delighted in striking up a conversation with a beautiful brunette at a popular beach.

Marion and Thomas are immediately attracted to each other, and the friendship quickly develops into romance. But will the passion last when Thomas leaves to do his duty?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of erotic romance, with two feisty heroines out to secure their men by initiating unexpected sexual orgies.

PUBLISHER NOTE:  Historical Wartime Romance. M/F, (M/F/M/F Orgy), (F/F). All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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M/F (M/F/M/F) (F/F)  Romance

Romance in War – Book 3


They’d had a wonderful, but light dinner, in the sumptuousness of the hotel’s restaurant, before the two men had taken Marion and Patricia up to their bedroom armed with several bottles of chilled champagne.

The shutters were open to allow the evening sea breeze to filter inside, the only light being emitted from a small table lamp on a corner table. The two couples had continued their lively discussions whilst sprawled on the two beds which they had pushed together to allow them to spread out more comfortably.

They had kicked off their shoes as soon as they’d walked into the room; the ceiling fan seemingly working overtime to keep them cool from the oppressive summer heat.

“Is it always this hot at night?” Thomas said, placing his glass of champagne on the bedside table next to him.

“I thought you’d be used to it by now, having been in North Africa since last year!” Marion answered.

“Not where we were. . .; the desert is cold at night.”

“I wouldn’t actually call this ‘hot’, more like a warm humidity,” Patricia added.

“Whatever you call it, it’s still insufferable!” Thomas insisted.

“Well, there’s only one thing for it!” Jonathan said, sliding off the bed to stand next to it. Then without ceremony, removed his shirt and shorts. As he stood in his underpants, the women, in unison, exploded into laughter.

“I hope you’re not expecting us to do the same?” Patricia asked, still giggling.

“That’s up to you. . ., but what’s the difference between under garments and the bathing suits you were wearing this morning?” Johnathan suggested.

“Other than them being under garments, and more of private personal items, you mean?” Marion said, joining in their exchange.

“Well, I don’t see any difference,” Thomas stated, and got off the bed to follow his friend’s example.

The women flushed on seeing the two men standing beside them in nothing more than their underpants, they then turned to face each other and burst into laughter again.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing!” Thomas said indignantly, “at least we are trying to stay cool.” He smiled mischievously.

Patricia hesitated at first, then scrambled off the bed to stand next to Jonathan, and in one swift movement, removed her light summer frock.

Thomas now saw why she had been reluctant at first to remove her dress. Although, her panties were indeed beautifully frilled, and appropriately, Nile green in colour, they were, however, distinctly flimsy enough to be almost see-through. On top, though, she wore nothing. Her small, perfectly shaped breasts and nipples made him shudder slightly, instantly causing his manhood to stand erect.

“Fine!” Marion conceded, “I’m not going to be the only stick in the mud here,” she added, as she too slipped off the bed to stand next to Thomas, with her back to him.

Thomas took it as a hint, reaching out to unbutton her dress. He then leaned forward to kiss the deliciously looking soft skin of her neck, as he slipped the gown off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles.

She turned to face him, glancing up and offering her lips. His eyes scanned her entire body with practised precision, noting the two-piece combination of brassiere and panties, both seemed made of a silky material, and were a pale pink colour; the bra had a cute bow sewn in between the two breasts. Thomas didn’t need further encouragement, and lowered his head so their lips could meet.

Jonathan smiled as he watched them; Patricia, emboldened by Marion’s action, pulled at her boyfriend’s neck, so he, too, could kiss her. He was only too happy to oblige. His left hand, instinctively, reached up to cup her right breast, and as his thumb stroked the nipple, she groaned in pleasure; her own hands searching out his manhood.

The two couples lowered themselves onto their own beds, aware of each other’s presence, but continuing to fondle their respective partners; the kissing becoming more intense.

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