#friedhelm winter

Russia's summers were as warm as its winters were cold - and today was a particularly humid day. They had been camped in this small village for a few days now, with supplies delaying their advance. The waiting and the boredom made the men irritable and their conversations even more stupid and vulgar than usual. Friedhelm couldn't stand it any longer. Wilhelm had grumbled at him even more than usual during roll call today and his comrades' comments about the Russian women disgusted him. So this was the superior German race that was supposed to be smarter and cleverer than the others...

To escape the heat and the others, and above all the piercing gaze of his brother, Friedhelm had grabbed the Jünger book he had been carrying with him since Berlin as soon as he had finished his watch and set off for a small pond in a wood a little way from the troop. He knew that he wasn't allowed to go that far away from the troupe, but today Friedhelm didn't care. He simply had to leave the dirt, the coarse words, the stench of unwashed men and all the dullness behind.

Arriving at the small pond, he made himself comfortable in the shade of a weeping willow in the tall grass. How idyllic it looks here, he thought as he sat down. Although he finally had the peace and quiet he had so desperately missed, he couldn't concentrate on the words in his book. The images of the last few weeks simply wouldn't let him go, the blood, the suffering and the misery of how people lived here, so different from what he knew from Germany.

He was about to fall into a light, restless sleep when a rustling in the grass caught his attention. He immediately regretted having strayed so far from the troop. But there were no partisans here yet, were there? Friedhelm asked himself bitterly, and even if there were no partisans here, every Russian and every Russian woman would be a danger to him on their own. They wanted them all dead, and rightly so. He was already tensing his muscles and fumbling for his pistol when he finally made out the cause of the rustling. It was a girl - a Russian girl. She was wearing the embroidered blouse and skirt that was apparently typical for the area. The girl didn't seem to notice him, so he decided to keep quiet as not to draw her attention to him.

Friedhelm watched with widened eyes as she slowly began to untie her skirt and let it slide down her legs. Immediately afterwards, she slipped the colorful embroidered blouse off her shoulders. From his position, Friedhelm could see her beautiful back and now also her ass. Everything about her seemed golden and tanned. Jünger was long forgotten as Friedhelm's blood rushed to other areas. As he watched her braid her blonde hair into a long, thick plait, he realized how long it had been since he had looked at a girl like that. He felt shabby watching the young Russian from his position as she slowly waded into the pond. By now, however, the pants of his uniform were stretching quite a bit over his crotch and he thought, Oh God, I'm just as disgusting as the other soldiers as he began to stroke his erection through the fabric of the pants. His eyes were fixed on the girl's round bottom.

Friedhelm was startled when she suddenly turned to him and asked, smiling with a slight Russian accent: "Do you want to join or just watch?". His face flushed at having been caught staring, but the girl just smiled mischievously at him. She held out a hand to him as she waded back to shore, drops of water glistening on her legs as she approached him. She seemed to mean her question seriously and before Friedhelm knew it, he was on his feet and coming towards her too.

Now that she had turned towards him, he was finally able to look at her breasts, his penis getting harder and harder. He lifted his head when he heard her giggle and the blush on his face darkened even more, if that was even possible, when he realized that he had been staring at her breasts the whole time. Now he looked at her face, her lips were rosy and full, but dark shadows loomed under her eyes. The girl came closer and closer to him as he lost himself in the contemplation of her lips. She was already pressing her naked body against his and Friedhelm almost forgot to breathe as her face came closer and closer to his.

Their lips touched. She kissed him gently and hesitantly and was about to pull away when Friedhelm buried his hand in her thick hair and kissed her back deeply. She willingly accepted his tongue as he slid his other hand onto her hip to pull her even closer to him. Friedhelm felt dizzy from the taste of her, the naked body against his chest and the feeling of bare skin under his rough hand. He hadn't felt anything this soft for a long time. Unconsciously, he moaned into her kiss. The Russian broke away from him, giggled again, put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently towards the ground.

The grass in the sun was warm and the sun's rays made the girl's hair shimmer golden as she straddled his lap. Friedhelm's excitement increased almost immeasurably as their middles met. She leaned forward again and kissed him, but her kisses quickly moved to his neck and collarbone as she circled her hips over his hard-on. It was almost too much for Friedhelm, he could have come right in his pants. While he let his hands roam over her hips again and again, not really daring to caress her full breasts, the girl had started to unbutton his shirt. She looked up at him, took his hands and placed them on her breasts.

They were so warm and soft in Friedhelm's hands that his hips thrust upwards with excitement. He stroked and kneaded her breasts and finally took one of her nipples in his mouth, which made the girl moan, as he realized with satisfaction. Shortly afterwards, she gently pulled his head away from her breasts and slid down. Friedhelm watched curiously as she slowly opened his pants. He helped her pull them off by lifting his pelvis. When his underpants followed immediately afterwards, the blush returned to the soldier's face. His penis was red and fully erect, with a few drops of pre-cum already collecting at the tip. The Russian girl took him very confidently in her hand and began to stroke and massage him. When Friedhelm moaned, she leaned forward and took his penis in her mouth. This was too much for Friedhelm, he had to hold himself back from cumming immediately. He watched her head as it moved up and down and then buried his hand in her hair to get her to slow down. But when the girl started massaging his balls too, he couldn't hold on any longer. He wanted to pull the Russian away, but she resisted and carried on in the same way instead, so Friedhelm let go and came in her mouth. The girl was still moving slowly up and down his penis, trying to swallow his spend.

Friedhelm was exhausted and sleepy, but didn't want this wonderful encounter to end and lifted the girl's head to look her in the face. Her lips were red and swollen and a little spit and cum was running down her chin - he wiped it away with his thumb. When he leaned in to kiss her, however, she suddenly pulled away, almost in panic. Puzzled, he watched as she put her clothes back on and washed her face in the pond water. Before Friedhelm had pulled up his pants and buttoned them, she had almost disappeared into the forest and he called out: "Wait, what's your name?", but she didn't answer, just ran.

The position of the sun, which was now almost setting, made Friedhelm realize that it was time for him to return to his comrades. All the way back to their accommodation, he kept an eye out for the Russian girl with the thick blonde braid, but couldn't spot her anywhere. Why did she do that? Guilt plagued him. He was no better than the other pigs who had been his comrades by taking advantage of the girl like that.