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Fifteen Minute Blackout (MF)
by Madeline (http://www.madeline-sex.com)

***

This story was partly inspired by the Anais Nin story
"Marcel," which can be found in Delta of Venus. 

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	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, smokey
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, mum 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 up-
wards, 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 our-
selves again, slowly, for hours into the night. 

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