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Archive name: fifteen.txt (MF, date)
Authors name: Madeline (http://www.madeline-sex.com)
Story title : Fifteen Minute Blackout

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Fifteen Minute Blackout (MF, date) 
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. 

***

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 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, and 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 become rough as he loses 
control, the pressure making me want to collapse onto 
the ground, my whole body awash in fire, and 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 pulles me to my feet and buttons up his pants 
while I smooth my dress. We walk calmly out into the 
deserted street, headed back for our hotel where we will 
satisfy ourselves again and again, slowly, for hours 
into the night. 

***

This story was brought to you by Madeline's Sex 
Offerings at http://www.madeline-sex.com (c) Madeline's 
Sex Offerings, December 1995 

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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