Fifteen Minute Blackout This story by Madeline is from the ever-growing collection of erotic stories at Madeline's YesRoom (http://www.yesroom.com). You can find more erotic stories by Madeline and other writers, as well as Madeline's journals and softcore site reviews at Madeline's YesRoom. Enjoy! ********************** Fifteen Minute Blackout by Madeline 27 December 1995 This story may be reposted to usenet and the web under the following conditions: (1) No fee is charged to view the story, (2) a link to Madeline's YesRoom (http://www.yesroom.com) is included, (3) Madeline is e-mailed at madeline@yesroom.com informing her of the repost, and (4) the text is not altered, including this copyright notice. Thanks! -- Madeline ********************** This story was partly inspired by the Anais Nin story "Marcel," which can be found in _Delta of Venus_. *** His arm is wrapped tightly around my waist, pressing my hips into his. Our legs are entwined; my browned legs emerging from underneath a short, smoky blue dress to eventually end in the soft curve of heels, his enveloped in thin black cloth. Our hips are glued together. My breasts are pressed up to the clean white cotton of his shirt. My head rests on his shoulder, my breath hot on his neck, his cheek rough against my forehead. The dance floor reeks of sensuality. Our feet move slowly over the scuffed wooden floor, in time with the slow and sensuous beat of the band. The couples moving through the semi-darkness with us are as drunk on the sensuality -- the music, the heat, the darkness, the wine -- as we are. We are all in our own worlds, oblivious to the passion of those around us. I slowly raise my head from his shoulder to see the green sparks in his eyes. I bring my hands to his cheeks and kiss him, slowly, passionately, my tongue hungrily exploring his mouth. His arm around my waist tightens, and as he greedily kisses me, I can feel his cock hardening against my hips. His hands slide down my back, past my waist, and around the outside of my hips, pressing firmly against my flesh, as if cursing the fabric which separates his flesh from mine. After an eternity, locked in a kiss, we slowly resume dancing, our hips grinding together torturously. A man's voice announces, in slow soothing tones, seemingly out of nowhere and everywhere at the same time, that there is to be a fifteen minute blackout, but only the lights, not the music will be affected. He quickly apologizes for the inconvenience, mumbling about some sort of electrical problems. But everyone knows that the blackout is planned, that the explanations are for the benefit of the cops and the faint of heart only. People have come, including us, to experience the fifteen minutes of darkness which allow them to perform the most private acts, in public and without being seen at the very same time. The already-dim lights flicker and then die, throwing a blanket of darkness over the room which leaves me unable to see anything at all. The blackness is so thick that I can barely breathe; my lungs are crushed by the weight of the darkness. But the sensation quickly dies as I feel his lips on my neck, his teeth gently biting into my flesh. I hear a scream behind me, dissolving into a moan. All around are sounds of wild passion, zippers opening and moans and clothes tearing and gasps and breathing. . . The breathing . . . the building itself seems to be gasping for air. I grab his shirt in my fists and tear it out of his pants, my hands searching hungrily for his flesh. My fingers roam his sides, his chest, his back, devouring the hot flesh. His hands reach down to the skin on my thighs below my skirt, and upon touching it, slide upwards, carrying the folds of my dress upwards with them. His hands hesitate at my waist and then move down across my hips again, searching for the strap of the panty that ought to be there. But he hasn't missed anything. My sex is open and exposed to the world, open and waiting for him. His erection grows huge against my belly. I can nearly feel it throbbing against me, begging to thrust into me. He slowly moves his hands down to my sex, through my curly black hair, his fingers delicately opening my lips, searching for the wetness. He moans quietly, his head falling against my shoulder as he fingers me, his fingers nearly dripping wet. I reach for his mouth hungrily with mine, my tongue searching his out, both teasing and begging to be teased. His arm wraps around me tighter, steadying us both, keeping us upright. I try to unbutton his pants, but my fingers are trembling with his every touch on my clitoris. He shoves my hand away, and in one swift motion, his penis is free, hard as a rock, rubbing gently against me. I take his cock between my legs, letting the soft flesh of my thighs stimulate it, letting the tip touch the opening of my cunt, torturing us both. We seem to stay there for an eternity, his hard cock thrusting between my legs, our lips searching for the lips of the other, his strong arm around my back, holding my body up, his fingers gently touching my clit. I suddenly grab his cock in one hand and fall to my knees. I suck him slowly, just once, and rising to my feet quickly, I guide his hard cock inside of me. We lean against each other to keep from falling to the ground from the feeling of that first penetration, the feel of his hard cock thrusting into me for the first time. We being to grind our hips together, slowly at first, steadily increasing the pace, making him slide in and out of my wet cunt. His hand reaches down against to finger my clit, and the pressure of his fingers nearly makes me collapse. I bite his lip, gently, and begin to fuck him all the harder, holding off my orgasm until the moment he comes. His legs begin to shake, and we lean on each other once more to keep from falling. His fingers on my clitoris get rough as he loses control, the pressure making me want to collapse onto the ground, my whole body awash in fire, my muscles around his cock quivering and shaking. I wrap my arms around him as he begins to come, his breath against my neck in rough gasps, his moans getting louder with each thrust, finally exploding inside of me. We stand still for a moment, our breathing slowing, afraid that any motion will topple us over, our arms wrapped around each other, my head resting on his shoulder again. As he slides his cock out of me and pulls up his pants, the lights suddenly jump on, and even though the room is still half clothed in darkness, we are blinded. He quickly buttons up his pants while I smooth my dress. We walk calmly out onto the deserted street, headed back for the hotel where we shall satisfy ourselves again, slowly, for hours into the night. ********************** Madeline madeline@yesroom.com Madeline's YesRoom http://www.yesroom.com Madeline's YesRoom offers high-quality erotic stories, Madeline's journals, softcore site reviews, erotic penpals, and chat. Updated daily!