It's 1941 London, England. The Nazis are using there superior air power to try and
bring Winston Churchill and the people of England to there knees. The only thing
standing between Hitler and the total conquest of England and the rest of Europe for that
matter, was a relatively small contingent of fliers known as the RAF. Flying their Spitfire
fighters against the powerful German Lufewaffe, the brave English pilots prevented the
invasion of their island nation, but could not halt the massive destruction caused by the
London Blitz. It was during these bombings of London that a little known phenomena
presented itself. It was discovered that for many women, the feeling of terror and the
shaking and thundering of the Nazi armament caused many women to experience intense
sexual gratification. As the bombings intensified, the excitement increased
roportionately. Monica Stonebridge was one of those women. Still a spinster at thirty
eight, Monica didn't hold out much hope that she would ever marry, and while it wasn't
that she was unattractive or dull, it was more that the few beaux that she did have just
didn't quite work out. A rather buxom blonde with an earthy sense of humor, Monica had
a hot sexual streak in her, that usually required a daily bit of masturbation to take off the
"edge" as she liked to say, but with most of the eligible men enlisted to fight the war, it
was almost impossible to get a date, let alone start a meaningful relationship. For these
reasons, Monica was more less resigned to self gratification!
Living in suburban London, Monica at first didn't feel too threatened by the nightly
explosions she heard coming from the central city, but instead felt a tinge of excitement
when she felt the slight tremors from the 500 pound bombs. On the occasions when a
stray bomb would land near her apartment, Monica would be seized by terror, but also
feel and exhilarating rush that came when one realized they had escaped real life
threatening danger! It was during these times that Monica had to admit to herself that
during these moments of absolute terror, that her vagina would spontaneously contract
and give her intense sexual enjoyment, if however brief. Since only a stray bomb ever
landed in her neighborhood, the excitement was over almost as quickly as it had started.
While she hated to admit it, there were times she wished that a few more explosions
would have hit near her so she could experience a longer period of elation. Little did she
know that she would get her wish sooner than later as her good friend Brenda invited her
into the city for some shopping and dinner, and since she lived in the Soho district, she
would be in the general proximity of some of London's heaviest attacks.