The ancient, dusty cobweb expanded as the warm air tugged at its weakened skeletal fabric. A rumbling swelled within the confines of the underground station; a roaring sound interspersed with the 'clickety clack' of steel wheels hammering on a steel track. Like a bullet from a gun the train burst from the dark tunnel. A squeal of brakes pierced the air.
A few late evening travellers awaiting their transport home
Julia Farraday was dressed for the office in a lightweight, beige suit and matching shoes. The effect enhanced her hair. A golden, shoulder length bob that was cut to fringe the eyes and could be tucked behind her ears when she leaned forward. Her recent attempts at a modest diet had dropped her weight to eight and a half stones though not from her bustline. It remained at a persistant 37C. The weight on her slender frame was beginning to curve her back.
Julia had learnt that patience was a virtue. Her moral virtue had been lost long ago in her youth. At twenty-eight she had formed many loving relationships with the opposite sex but on each occasion she felt that something was not quite right. Like the angler's sense of touch on the line as the fish takes the baited hook, through experience, the angler knows what type of fish is biting. To the uninitiated this knowledge is unfathomable and cannot be equated.
For Julia, today was a special day.
Today she was endeavouring to expand her sexual relationships. Today she was going to pluck up the courage to speak to her 'dream girl.' She had seen her every Wednesday evening, for the past two months, as they travelled out of Central London.
The train screeched to a halt. The door to the fourth carriage opened.
She was there, wearing a lightweight, pale blue, summer dress with a high collar. The blue matched her eyes. Her coifed, black hair allowed the air to cool her pale neck. Julia guessed she was in her mid twenties and a slender five foot seven.
A gruff looking middle-aged executive pushed past Julia as she stepped inside and sat opposite her. The girl didn't appear to look up but continued reading her magazine.
The doors 'shushed' and closed. The train lurched forward and stopped. A moments pause.
Did she glance up at her?
The train rolled forward then jerked into motion. The young man standing slightly to his left was caught unawares and he tried to quickly grasp the handrail above him. His foot ground onto Julia's own.
"Sorry… sorry" he blurted effusively, trying to grab the rail and re-orientate his body and briefcase. The train picked up speed and left the staion behind.
Over the top of her magazine she smiled at Julia. Her heart leapt. She smiled and leaned forward.
"Don't laugh, it could so easily have been your foot that he stood on?"
Before she could reply the carriage lights went out. The darkness collapsed in on their thoughts as there followed a tremendous bang and crash. Grinding metal. Shattering glass.
Julia awoke to a black stillness. She had a thundering headache and was aware that her body was bruised. The softness beneath her must have prevented further injury. She tried to move but found she could not.
It was then that the 'softness' beneath her moved and groaned.
The warmth from the person's moaning heated her groin and movement from their head made her sexually aware of their presence.
It occurred to her that the warmth permeating through the delicate, soft fabric beneath her own face must be that of another human being.
'Female? Definitely,' she mused. A 'soap like' scent brushed the edges of her regaining senses, although the smell of highly charged electricity and burnt rubber were becoming more pungent.
She tried exerting pressure on her back to lift her body clear from this embarrassing situation. They were still in a public place and she knew that once the woman was conscious any number of misconceptions could be construed.
She could only move a few inches. Whatever happened now was out of her hands.
More groans, then an awakening.
"Aghhh…" She said. Cramped movement. Limited knowledge. Their brain clicked into gear.
"Are you hurt?" Julia asked.
"I don't think so. I ache in places but everything seems to be functioning okay. My arms and legs are pinned. There's also a heavy weight the length of my body. What happened? Are you alright?"
"Apart from a few bruises I'm fine," she acknowledged, realising from her tone that she was on top of a young woman.
"Can you move from beneath me?" Julia questioned. "It seems I'm pinned from above and I can't get off you?"
She squirmed beneath her as she pushed upward. Her face brushed her groin.
'Oh, God,' she thought, 'Please do that again.'
"Is that your face in my crotch?"
Julia hesitated before replying, "Yes, it is."
"And there's no way you can move your face away from my crotch?"
"I'm afraid not. It also means that my groin is directly over your mouth and the slightest movement… You know my name? Who are you?"
"I'm Sarah, and I was sitting opposite you before… well, before the accident. I recognised your voice and realised it must be you."
Her heart skipped a beat, her pulse quickened.
The girl of her dreams lay beneath her. Was this Julia's lucky day?
"But it still doesn't answer how you know my name?" She probed.
"I have to admit that I saw the name tag on your briefcase some weeks ago. I wanted to speak to you sooner but… I'm rather shy and… really old fashioned about talking to complete strangers." She breathed. "Julia, I know you liked me from the moment I saw you. It was in your eyes. I'm glad you spoke to me today. I thought it would never happen, though I hoped that it would."
"I do like you, Sarah. I have since I first saw you but I never dreamt of being in this position without some introduction or at least sharing our first kiss together."
Silence followed. Huskily, Sarah said, "You can."
"I can what?" asked a bemused Julia.
She hesitated, then, after she had cleared her throat, "Kiss me."
"Kiss you? Kiss you where… how"
The dampness between her open thighs belied her innocent reply.
She blew a stream of cool air against her mons. "You mean you want me to kiss you here?" She queried.
"Yes I do. I don't expect you to understand but I have wished this moment to happen but only if you want to kiss me there. Judging by the heat on my face I'll take that to mean, yes."
Julia stretched her left arm forward to find the hem of Sarah's flimsy, blue dress. As she did so she felt Sarah's hot breath from her mouth as she tried locating the tag to her zipper. The erotic sensation as the zipper edged downwards stopped her movements.
"Julia, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, Sarah. It's just… I mean… Do you really want this to happen? I mean… I don't want you to think that I do this with everyone."
"If what you really mean is that afterwards I shall cry sexual assault then the answer is definitely no." With that she edged her face downwards, grasped the buckle to her suit trousers with her teeth and started to undo the belt. The next part was trickier but the top trouser clip eventually parted.
While Julia was slowly being undressed by a dextrous face in the dark she followed her lead and hitched up the dress. She managed to get it up so far then it stuck.
"Sarah, I may have to tear your frock. Do you mind?" Her chin nudged her mons.
"Do it Julia," she whispered urgently.
The ripping sound echoed around them. Cool air touched her warm legs.
The same cool air drifted over her naked backside. The scent of Sarah's nearly nude groin aroused Julia.
Her hands found the waistband to Sarah's light cotton knickers. Sarah lifted her bottom to allow their removal.
'A sure sign of consent,' Julia thought, as she manoeuvred the torn dress beneath Sarah's raised bottom so that the harsh coldness of whatever she lay against did not cool her passion.
Julia felt Sarah quiver as her hands delicately caressed around the silky tops of Sarah's thighs between her pale stockings and naked shaven pussy.
Sarah moaned and she lowered her wet lips to Julia's sweet smelling pussy, delighted to sense in the darkness that Julia'e pussy was also naked. She was able to inch her thighs open slightly to accept her probing tongue. Julia placed her forearms under Sarah's warm thighs and by resting on her elbows she parted Sarah's sensitive pussy lips. The aroma from her pussy flooded her senses as a small amount of moisture lubricated the lips of her vagina. Sarah groaned again.
Her tongue darted out and she tasted Sarah's sweetness.
'A taste like no other,' she thought.
She grew more adventurous as passion enveloped her and she swept her tongue along the full length of Sarah's slit. A nub of flesh grazed her chin. Her initial surprise at the half-inch length of her clitoris soon gave way to Julia's sexual lust. Her tongue swiftly found it, flicked it and encircled its length. She kissed it, sucked it and made love with her mouth to its protruding hardness as her own torso bucked to meet the demands of her own sexual needs. Her intermittent moans grew to a wail as they climaxed together.
After their lovemaking she rested her head on the warmth of Sarah's upper thigh.
"Hello, anyone there?" A voice from the darkness demanded.
Together they shouted, "Over here." Then the awful thought hit them should they be rescued immediately.
They dressed one another as properly as they could under their difficult conditions. However rescue did not come as quickly as they had dreaded. Cutting gear was brought over to their carriage and an hour later they were freed and taken by ambulance to a nearby hospital.
Julia's stay in hospital lasted longer than she anticipated. The brusing around her forehead was a cause for concern and she was detained for forty-eight hours in case of complications.
Sarah never visited her. She felt guilty, lonely and hurt by her absence. Had she lost her forever? He'd had the presence of mind to put her business card into Sarah's frock pocket before they were rescued. Would she phone?
As the weeks turned into months she felt that the answer was increasingly likely to be no.
Three months after the accident, as September crept up on her busy work schedule, she was in her office planning the month's workload when the phone rang.
"Julia Farraday speaking. How may I help you?"
"By closing and locking your office door," a husky woman's voice spoke in his ear. "Then I want you to sit down in your comfortable, executive leather chair and listen to what I have to say."
"Sarah? Sarah is that you?"
"Julia, do as I have asked and then I will explain."
She put down the phone then shut and quietly locked the office door.
"Sarah, I've done what you asked now, where have you been? Did I do something or say…"
"Quiet," the voice commanded. "You will be quiet until I give you permission to speak. Is that clearly understood or I put the phone down… now?"
"Okay, Sarah okay. I understand."
"I'm at work, Julia. I work in an office, along with twenty other girls. We all provide a service to men who get off on our ability to 'perform' for them on the phone. Telephone sex. Do you understand the term? A simple yes or no will do."
"Yes," replied Julia, falling into the rhythm of her performance. Realisation was beginning to dawn.
"Are you wearing your business suit?"
"Are you wearing your business suit?"
"Oh, I see. No I'm wearing a white chiffon blouse and delicate lacey bra."
"Undo the buttons on your blouse and lift your bra up so that your breasts are exposed," Sarah commanded.
She did as she was told.
"Close your eyes and focus on the sound of my voice. Concentrate intently on what I say. Will you?"
"Hold and stroke your nipples rhythmically to what I say. Do not try to force your sexual emotions through before the end of my story. You will come when I say you can come. Do you agree?"
"I did not want you to find out about my job. I was ashamed. But then I realised I was being selfish. You gave me comfort at a time when I needed and wanted you desperately. I'm sorry I waited so long to call you. I'm equally sorry if I have hurt you in any way by not being there for you… I want you so very much but you need to know the truth and by knowing the truth you may not want me. I need to give back something to you, that is why I rang you today. Are you stroking your nipples?"
"What I am about to tell you is a true story. It happened to me. I have told no one this before. Do not interrupt me.
"I was seventeen when my stepfather arrived home early one summer's afternoon when my mother was out. He seduced me, tied me to my mother's bed and raped me. Now, unlike other rape stories you may have heard, you will probably be surprised to hear that I enjoyed what he did to me.
"I wanted more and more but each time I had to be tied up to fully enjoy our lovemaking.
"Mother eventually found out and threw me out of the house. That's when I had to make my own way in the world. I have my own apartment. I've a few close friends but more importantly I believe I have you.
"I'm about to describe to you in intimate detail everything, every emotion that swept through me on that first occasion my stepfather made love to me. He was a big man like you and I want you to visualise yourself as him. You are he and I am going to make love to you over the phone.
"At first we talked. He was an easy listener. He invited me to have a small glass of white wine with him. That led to another then he kissed me gently on the lips. My heart fluttered beneath my flimsy cotton print frock. He lifted me up with his hands under my elbows and wrapped his warm arms around me hugging me to his body.
"It was the first show of affection I had received from anyone in years. A tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek. He broke away from me and kissed my tear-streaked cheeks then my lips. I was in heaven. Here was my mother's 'Prince Charming' giving me attention. I responded. I crushed my mouth to his, returning his kiss with equal passion. He picked me up in his strong arms and carried me through to their bedroom where he lay me on the bed. Turning around he locked the door.
"I wasn't intoxicated just floating on cloud nine when he began rolling my light summer frock up and over my head. That's when I panicked. That's when the enormity of what I was about to do and the consequences that could follow overrode any feeling of affection or sexual stimulation that had occurred.
"As my frock came free I dived for the key to the door on the bedside table. He was faster and threw me back onto the bed. I twisted and turned. I truly struggled to break free from his grasp but in the end both my hands and legs were tied by some of my mother's long chiffon scarves to the four corners of the big bed. I lay panting, squirming in my cotton briefs and teenage bra, quietly glaring at him.
"He casually undressed and came up between my outstretched legs. In his hand was a pair of scissors that swiftly cut their way through the remainder of my clothing. I was nude.
"His erection was enormous. Are you enjoying the story Julia?
"Yes," she said dryly into the phone beside her ear as the voice continued its story.
"He straddled my naked breasts. One hand stroked his rigid cock the other caressed my breasts. His big hand stroked and fingered my hard nipples until they were so sensitive that I closed my eyes and groaned with pleasure.
"He continued to torture my breasts with his exquisite touch. At last as the palm of his hand brushed the top surface of my left nipple, I came. I climaxed through sheer pleasure from his touch. My torso shivered deliciously beneath him. He understood my body more than I ever could at that age.
"He stopped stroking his erection and stood above me. I licked my lips and he twisted around, almost sat on my face then kneeling forward he caressed my lower belly down towards my wanton opening. Yes, wanton Jason. I wanted him inside me. I wanted that huge cock pounding, thrusting and sliding along my sensitive love tunnel. Instead I licked my lips, thrust my head up and allowed him to place the head of his circumcised cock into my wet mouth.
"He went down into my wet pussy like a dog after a rabbit down his burrow. His tongue slaked my licentious slit from every angle. He tongue fucked me whilst slipping his broad, wet index finger easily into my arse. I moved my lithe teenage torso to a sexual dance on the end of his finger. I climaxed again, amazed at how easily my emotions could be ignited by his arousal of my bound body.
"I tried everything I could think of to make him come in my mouth. It was only as a last resort that I gritted my teeth and raked them along the length of his engorged cock that he removed his cock from my mouth, twisted around and jerked off over my tits. He exploded and the hot semen landing on my breasts and upper body felt like droplets of hot candle wax.
"He hadn't finished with my young, naked flesh. He used a towel from the dresser to wipe me clean then rolled me over onto my tummy. He liberally applied some gel around my asshole then slowly pushed a small, cool dildo with a silver-coated head into my arse. As I felt every inch penetrate my inner sanctum he turned me onto my back, spread my legs, licked my pussy for a short time whilst stroking his cock. He placed his body over mine in the 'missionary' position then by rubbing his cock along the length of my wet slit he aroused himself further. Inch by glorious inch he slid into me and past my hymen with considerable ease. His cock was huge and with the dildo in my arse I experienced double the pleasure. Once his entire shaft was inside me he lay still for a moment then began nibbling my right nipple. I jerked my body violently as the sensitive half-inch bud produced a stabbing sensation flowing down to my groin. My vaginal muscles contracted around his cock and he moved his lower torso toward and away from my lustful, sweat sheened body. I rode him as he rode me. At first to a gentle trot then a canter, then at full gallop. He thrust forward and I would contract my vaginal muscles sweetly around his slippery shaft. He moved back and I relaxed my muscles. Sweetly it continued.
"From somewhere in my head as we gazed directly into each others eyes I heard words coming from my mouth that surprised and excited even he.
"I climaxed intensely. His cock grew so large that I thought it would explode and it did. With a groan he pulsed mightily inside me and filled me with his hot seed.
"Are you close to coming too, Julia?"
"Picture us together on that same bed with my head in your lap. You are tied to the bed. Your slippery pussy is in my mouth. My delicate finger manipulates your throbbing clitoris. Up and down. Up and down. You are close to coming. I suck your clit deeply…"
"I'm gonna come," Julia said, into the phone.
"Then come, Julia. Come into the warmth of my mouth," Sarah whispered urgently, huskily.
Julia came into the wad of tissue papers she'd prepared earlier. She put down the phone on the desk while she re-arranged her clothing.
When she picked it up again the line was dead.
The door handle turned and rattled. She unlocked the door and resumed her office routine as though nothing had happened.
Julia could not get Sarah out of her head.
For days afterwards she made enquiries at every telephone sex shop outlet in the city but was told that employee details were confidential.
She stood forlornly beside the railway track that following Thursday morning. She resembled in some ways, the broken strands of the ancient cobweb fluttering fiercely from the rush of air being pushed forward by the approaching train.
It burst into view, roaring its presence and shrieked to a halt. The doors opened and before her stood Sarah.
She moved into her open arms as the boarding commuters pushed and shoved their way onto the train. Julia held her close and whispered in her ear, "Don't ever leave me again."
"I'm yours," Sarah smiled, "for as long as you'll have me."
They kissed for the first time. They held that kiss long after the carriage doors had closed and the train had hummed then roared its way into the next tunnel.
Eventually they broke free. Gazing wistfully at one another they walked hand in hand through the exit.
Above them, attached to the exit sign, a new and stronger web was being spun.