During the Second World War, British spy, Sheena Vale, is dropped off in occupied France. When her mission goes terribly wrong, she’s left stranded in enemy territory, on the Nazi’s most wanted list. Battling to survive, in an atmosphere fraught with danger, she takes a job in the decadent Berlin Club, where every sort of sexual perversion is acted out on a stage.
She could feel the sexual tension build, until it swelled like a tangible entity between them. She’d been too long without a man. Her marriage had been over years ago. She needed to get laid. Then there was that business earlier tonight that had ignited her to fever pitch. But she didn’t want to think about that now.
"I’m due back at the barracks by eleven," he said.
Damn, not enough time to invite him home.
He glanced at his watch. "I should be pushing off now."
They walked together through a dark deserted landscape. No streetlights. No vehicle headlights. Every window blackened. Sheena felt a terrible urgency. He was a fighter pilot. He could be killed tomorrow. She gripped his hand. She wanted him now.
His eyes told her his need was as urgent. He drew her into a shop doorway and kissed her until she panted. She pressed herself against him, gyrating her hips. He unbuttoned his fly, hiked up her skirt and moved her panties to one side. She gasped as his knuckles grazed her clit. Pure bliss! And there was something especially erotic about not even taking the time to pull her panties down. He pushed her against the wall and drove into her with a cock like steel. When she neared climax he grabbed her bottom and lifted her up. She wound her legs around his waist and rocked feverishly until they reached nirvana together.
They straightened their clothes, and she gave him her address. They made arrangements to meet the following Saturday. He kissed her quickly. She watched him disappear into the train station. A terrible sense of loss engulfed her. It had all happened so quickly. Almost like a dream. She thrilled at the imprint of his cock still inside her pussy, his semen caking on the inside of her thighs. Would she ever see him again? Would this bloody awful war ever end?
She hurried home, the hammering of her footsteps on the wet pavement the only sound. What was happening to her? She had just fucked a total stranger in a shop doorway. She felt out of control, unable to account for her own actions.