I wore a retro forties style dress complete with traditional stockings and suspenders.

Alain a vintage suit, double-breasted with wide lapels and a Fedora hat.

Deep into the poppy field with its mass of crimson colour, we stopped at a fallen tree and I lifted my skirts and leaned forward.

Slowly he eased my French cut knickers down, the breeze caressing my moist lips.

I felt his heat and smelt his musk as he lined his cock up with my entrance.

Alain fucked me hard, our act of remembrance for those who surrendered such pleasures that we might enjoy ours.