A Long Night

And then the lights went out and I'd never known darkness that deep. It's a good job I already had my hand on his cock. I might never have found it otherwise.

They'd said there would be high winds tonight, and the inevitable chance of outages, but it's usually the suburbs that get hit the hardest, and I'd be in the heart of downtown. Besides, who believes weather forecasts any longer? The only blowing I was expecting this evening was... well, I think I've already mentioned that.

So let's talk about the darkness instead. The club itself was never the most brightly lit place in town, unless you count the strobes and the mirror ball, and it's loud enough that you need a voice as loud as a Zeppelin gig even to order a drink at the bar.

Which explains why the only thing I knew about the guy I was dancing with was, he was tall with dark hair that almost reached his shoulders; he looked good in black jeans and a worn leather jacket; and he wasn't shy about being forward. He'd caught my eyes a couple of times as I danced with my best friend Brooke, and she knew me well enough that, the moment we spotted him making his way across the dancefloor, she drifted off to somewhere (or one) else.

No words, just a smile and quizzically raised eyebrow - which I translated as "do you mind if I dance with you?" So I smiled back and there we were, a foot or so apart to begin with, but getting closer depending upon what song was playing, then closer still regardless of the beat we were supposed to be keeping. We'd found our own rhythm fast enough, a soft grind that was just instinctive enough that it wasn't quite sexual, but sexy enough that I didn't even stiffen when he drew me into his arms.

Unlike him, and any ladies in the room will know exactly what I mean when I say that every nerve ending in my body seemed to rush down to that point above my waist that his hard cock was now pressing into.

I pressed back, my hips swaying as I did so, relishing the heat that radiated from that spot, and with my arms looped around his neck for balance, I slowly raised one knee to brush against his balls, rubbing to the rhythm of the music.

His kisses grew harder, and so did his cock, a solid rod that felt as though it could pop the buttons of his jeans. I reached down, my fingers squeezing beneath his waistband, seeking and pressing the tip of his erection. I traced a line with a soft fingertip, smearing the wet that slicked his glans, and I felt him suck in his stomach. My hand sank deeper into the tightness.

Now I had him, my fingers molding themselves around his cock head to squeeze and stroke. He pushed hard against my palm, slicking it thick as his juice continued to flow, and my finger tips teased the ridge beneath it. Our dance now was slow, our tongues entwined and my heart pounding wildly, but I withdrew my hand as I broke the kiss and, gazing fully into his eyes, I raised it to my face and licked my palm.

"Follow me."

I told you the dancefloor was dark, and I knew from experience that there was a lot more than dancing took place in the corners. But I also knew that there were darker places still, if you rounded the stage as though heading to the bathrooms, then turned left instead of right.

The building itself was old, old, old. 1920s, maybe, and local legend reckoned it had once been a brothel. I didn't know how true that was, but there were certainly a lot of twists and turns once you found your way to the heart of the place - passageways and dead-ends, closed doors and old furniture, and not an inch of it lit by anything stronger than a bare low-wattage bulb whose feeble yellow glow barely reached the floor.

I knew my way around there, though, and I also had my favorite hidey-hole, a tattered curtain-draped alcove just a few paces from the back door, and even less well-illuminated than the corridor that led to it. I led him in and, as my eyes accustomed themselves to a darkness that transformed us both into solid silhouettes, I heard the wind for the first time, howling through the gap between the back of the building and the one behind it, and slamming into the old wooden siding that grew out of the club's brick frontage.

In the face of that, even the sounds of the dancefloor sounded like a distant murmur.

He pulled me to him, stooping as I raised my head to kiss me hard. His tongue rolled against mine as one hand fell onto my left breast and squeezed, and the other, already gripping my fingers, lowered them to his bulge. I squeezed, feeling the strength of it, gauging its length, admiring its thickness. And I was just dropping to my knees to admire its imminent unveiling when...

Yes. The lights went out, and it took me a moment to realize, but the low beat of music from the front of the club ceased as well. And when the wind, too, dropped for just a moment or two, the silence that surrounded us was as impenetrable as the darkness.

He did go to speak then, but barely a word escaped before the wind picked up once more, a banshee howl that made the entire building shake. Somewhere in the distance there was a loud bang - a transformer exploding, maybe, or perhaps a tree coming down. Further still away, emergency sirens set up their mournful wail, but the wind was not be denied. If anything, it just screamed louder, as if to drown any competition to its relentless power.

But I wasn't thinking about the wind. His jeans were unbuttoned and I pulled them down to his knees; he wriggled a little, lifted one leg, and touch alone guided me as my right hand tugged them to his feet, while my left gripped his cock.

I extended my tongue, found hot flesh and licked. The hand that now rested on my scalp shifted a little, gently twisting hair between his fingers. Now I held his cock to my lips, kissing the tip and tasting again the precum that ran from his slit. I lapped, then licked again, before I opened my mouth even wider and engulfed the head of his cock.

His flavor filled my mouth with everything I could dream of, and I felt him sinking deeper inside me, slick and hard and unbelievably heavy. Instinctively my jaw widened further, and still I felt my teeth graze his flesh, and my lips bumped the fist I'd wrapped around his root. I released him and fought the sudden hiccup as his tip nuzzled my gag reflex; scratched my nose quickly as wiry pubes tickled it; and I froze, holding him for as long as I could before slowly moving my head back, to catch a breath before plunging back down.

A blaze of light distracted me - it took a few moments of confusion before I realized he was holding his phone, the sea-life screen saver a brilliant blue just a little above my face. Now I sat back, rocking on my knees as I gazed for the first time upon his cock. Ignored the blue tint that glistened in my spit, but admired its shape, its length, its beauty. Shadow smoothed its outline, glare highlighted its ridges and veins, and though his face was invisible beyond the glow that lit up his chin, I could tell that he was smiling, watching, and waiting for me to devour him again.

This time there was no hesitation, no ache, no bumping. Effortlessly my mouth swam down his shaft; greedily, as it ran out of road, my bottom lip reached out to graze his ball bag. The light moved, a little to my left now, a whole new perspective for him to watch as I removed him from my mouth again, and sucked first one ball, then the other.

Now he was back in my mouth, and pushing faster, too. He was getting closer, I knew, and I began to bob with him, moving up his shaft as he pushed it deeper, then down once again as he withdrew. A sudden flash of light, too long for lightning, but too swift to pinpoint through the dazzle, startled me for just a few seconds, but the darkness flooded back, his orgasm flooded out, and one of my own exploded the moment I felt him come in my throat.

He slumped to the floor and I shifted to join him. As much by luck as judgment, I found his lap, and lay my head there, the smell of his cock tantalizing my nostrils. I sought it out and kissed it, felt his hand in my hair lightly stroking, and I wondered how long before maybe I could suck him off again.

But I also thought about our predicament, in the back room of a pitch black building, not even knowing whether anyone was still inside? For all we knew, they might all have gone home, and we'd be locked in here till the place reopened. Which, depending upon how bad the outage was, could be days.

He must have read my mind. "We should go see if there's anyone still around," he murmured, and I smiled at the realization that, after everything that had happened tonight, those were the first words I'd actually heard him say.

With our phones for flashlights we pushed through the curtains, and he tried the backdoor... "just in case," he said. To my astonishment, it swung open and we looked out into the deluge of rain that slashed visibility to mere inches. "Shall we brave it?" He asked, but I shook my head. "Let's duck back inside for a little while longer, and hope that the rain slows a bit." And I placed my hand, again, on his lap.

He didn't need convincing, but as we settled back into the alcove, he did pull out his phone again. "Hey , I've got something to show you." He tilted the screen towards me and I stared down at a photo of myself, my face in shadow but my mouth brightly lit, with my lips stretched around a dick that looked even bigger from this angle than it had felt all night.

"Send it to me?" I asked and he tapped in my number as I recited it. I waited for the ping that told me it had arrived, then started unbuttoning his jeans once again. Felt his cock twitch as it waited, and stiffen as I extracted it from its nest. "I hope you're going to take some more"

He chuckled. "This time I thought I might film you."

I kissed his cock. "Then you'd better get started."

I listened to the sound of the rain outside - if anything, it was getting even heavier now. "But I hope you have plenty of battery charge. This might be a long night."