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Iron and Wine
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jun 12, 2013
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=md693hYc7Z8
At least the stairs down to the Bankcroft were marked with strips of yellow glow-in-the dark tape allowing Sienna’s eyes to pick out the dark friction coverings on the steps where her wedge heels could find purchase. Even with the faint glow of smartphones among the crowd, Ashley clung to her shoulder as they relied on the handrail as much as each other to make their way safely down. The faint silhouette of a Samoan bouncer was the last thing she could make out, besides Ashley, before everything was plunged into darkness. Her friend laughed as her heel caught an edge and quickly recovered, managing to avoid spilling her drink, “Oh my god, I can’t see anything, not even my own hands.”
“This was your idea!” Sienna teased, trying to imagine her friend’s face, now a wispy outline so faint it was impossible to tell whether it was just an echo of light left in her mind’s eye.
Waving a small wand that glowed pink toward what might be an archway – it was where the electronica was echoing with a deep rumbling bass like a waterfall cave – the bouncer murmured in a thick slurring voice, “Alright. No lights. No photos or video. Over this way. Can see exit sign, but if you get disoriented, follow the walls. Be safe.” He secured light green glow-in-the-dark paper bracelets around their wrists.
“Fa’afetai,” Sienna’s voice was faltering both because she was reaching to recall the faint bit of Samoan she learned during a family vacation and because the transition into pitch blackness had her second guessing where the walls were, let alone other people.
“Eh, faalelelei. Nice. You girls have fun,” came the bouncer’s husky voice in the darkness, momentarily animated at hearing his native language.
Faint bracelets, only visible from maybe 6 feet away, bobbed in the darkness. An occasional green watch face or smartphone text screen flashed but quickly were doused like dying stars. Hints of glow-in-the dark bras beneath black shirts flitted about the dark dance floor, and rare glow-in-the dark face paint helped provide some sense of scale. In the distance, a red exit sign was visible, and opposite were the dim lights of a DJ’s mix station. There had to be bathroom signs somewhere, but the dark silhouettes of party-goers blotted them out. Otherwise, the groping began almost immediately. Only it wasn’t nearly as bad as what Sienna experienced in other downtown clubs. A man she brushed up against silently leaning away to create room for Sienna to squeeze past, her breasts pressing against his back. Someone reaching out to touch her arm, asking uncertainly for another person’s name.
“Oh shit! Sorry!” Ashley’s voice shot out, as she reached for Sienna’s shoulder, finding it on her second attempt as she leaned in to whisper, “I totally just grabbed a guy’s ass on accident.”
“Hey hey hey,” a masculine voice gleefully magnified Ashley’s searing embarassment. “Nah, you’re alright. Just don’t do it again unless you’re going to buy me a drink.”
Black on black on black. It was one of those trendy pop-up events, the brainchild of DJ Kellah who Ashley had a simmering crush on that she refused to admit. That was fine by Sienna. She saw what she saw, and often enjoyed just taking people in stride until they caught up with what she already knew. The dress code was pitch black, and being completely unfamiliar with the underground club scene, Sienna didn’t dare try to push those limits.
Black wedge heels, a black lycra miniskirt, her favorite black tube top with two straps along the back only which attached to the fabric choker about her neck, the black silicone ring on her left hand signaling she was married to herself (it was also her habitual way to ward off unwanted attention), heavy black eyeliner, even her lace and microfiber thong was black – the one that helped buoy her confidence and stayed comfortable when grinding on the dance floor. Apparently people took far more liberties with the dress code than she’d imagined. Silently irked that she hadn’t received the memo, Sienna tried to let go of those glow-in-the dark fishnets she’d picked up two Halloweens ago which would have been perfect here.
“Hey Ashley, we should figure out where we meet up if we get separated? Because besides that bobbing…phoenix? face paint I can’t see shit.” Sienna leaned toward the direction she was 80% certain her friend was in. She was always the responsible one, and sometimes it wore down on her, wishing others would pick up the slack so she could just slip into cruise control.
“Maybe if we can’t find each other for one hour, you want to say… meet by the exit sign?” Finishing her long island iced tea, Ashley placed a hand on Sienna’s forearm. “I’m going to check out the DJ and find a place to put down my drink.”
“Uh huh, you do that,” the taller girl responded with restrained mirth, running a hand through her hair. “I’m feeling this music. I’m going to dance a little.”
Once the friends separated, Sienna slid her hands along her ribs rolling them up her underarms like an unfurling flower, tracing erratic orbits with her fingers through the air as her body began to sway to the beat. A light buzz drifted through her system, and though it was only two drinks they’d been strong and the darkness somehow seemed to magnify the effect they had on her. Even gazing toward her hands helf aloft, there seemed to be a purple aura around the black void she imagined her arms to be, but was it real or imagined? Everything seemed to be dropping into a liminal space, somewhere between waking and sleeping, between knowing and surrendering to mystery.
A few minutes later, as Sienna had really slipped in her flow, weaving her hips and shaking her hair out of all the shit that week at work. For a moment, the recent college grad thought she was imagining something against the skin of her arm, like little hairs or a barely perceptible paintbrush. Whether instinct or accident, her hands rose, finding a broad thick chest wrapped in a smooth shirt right in front of her. “This is almost like blacking out the headlamp when you’re in a cave,” came a rumbling voice in the darkness. “But then it never turns back on.” Older than her by maybe 5 or 10 years? More? It was hard to tell, but definitely caucasian and probably from the West Coast somewhere. Immediately she liked his voice, like one of those naturalist video narrators without the pretension and a bit more…edge.
“Oh god, if this is a pickup line, I’m dreading where it’s headed,” Sienna projected her voice upward to where she imagined the man’s face was, trying to be heard above the pumping electronica without leaning too much into the stranger.
He laughed. “It’s not. I mean, now I kind of wish it was! But have you ever been in that kind of pitch blackness long enough? Not just a few minutes, but twenty minutes, half an hour? It’s like I didn’t know where my body ended and the blackness began. No sense of direction. I could hear a fucking pin drop.”
Fuck, she really liked his voice. If a motor could purr like a cheshire cat stirring a glass of whiskey on the rocks? Yeah, that’s what he sounded like. “Are you a…what’s it called?”
“I’m just a guy,” he chimed in with a breezy way about him, adjusting to let some people squeeze behind him, causing his chest to graze up against Sienna’s breasts. “Yeah, spelunking. Caving. Canyoneering. Basing. Show me a hole in the ground and I’m ready to jump.”
Trying to squint, Sienna tried to create a mental image of what she thought the stranger’s face looked like, and all she could manage was a deep purple mosaic of her past boyfriends, with large sections of pure blackness. Smoothing her hands along the front of his shirt, she found where his chest ended and his shoulders began. “Nice shirt,” she cooed, not wanting to offer a compliment that might go to his head too fast. “So is that how you ended up down here?”
A faint graze of his fingertips against her elbow and he leaned in closer. His face was somewhere close to and slightly above her head. “I like how you smell…What is that?”
“Le Vons. Watermelon shampoo,” Sienna responded without missing a beat, withdrawing her hands most of the way but keeping the fingertips trailing down the invisible man’s shirt toward his ribcage. “I like your voice. You’d wear a British accent well. It’s too bad.”
“You have a thing for British guys?”
“Not me. The friend I came with does.”
“I’m not dancing with your friend, am I?”
“Is that what we’re doing? Dancing?” Sienna teased as her fingers traced the man’s firm abdomen through the microfiber shirt, shifting her weight to one heel and widening her stance just enough to allow his leg to slide between her thighs.
“That’s the cover story. You know, if your friend asks,” his low voice played against her curls hanging over her ear, the kind of hungry smile she could see as a luminous image in her mind’s eye.
An inkling of excitement fired down Sienna’s nerve endings like hot rain. There was something solid and mature about him, yet his solid body and playfulness made it infuriatingly difficult for Sienna to guess his age. Fuck, he might be a lot older now that she felt his callused hands trailing her arm and could hear his voice more clearly. Something about the darkness made each and every word pass through an extrasensory microscope.
By the time his fingers trailed her left hand, he would discover the silicone ring. “You and your spouse get so tired of seeing each other you had to come to a blackout party?” He inquired with wry humor, but already he was slowing down his movement.
Biting her lip, Sienna placed a hand on his shoulder, able to find that much of him in the utter darkness. “No, it’s not what you think. I- I just wear this cause I’m on my own path. And so creepy guys don’t approach me.”
“Oh, that’s unfortunate,” he said in a low voice, his solid leg pressing further between her thighs, causing Sienna to shuffle back a step until her back collided with the concrete wall.
“Why is that?”
“I hate to break it to you, but it’s not keeping a creepy guy at bay,” his delivery was dry, the sort of self-deprecating humor it took her friends a moment to catch on to, but Sienna was right there with him.
“Oh no,” she teased in a husky voice drawn to a higher pitch like a guitar string being overtuned. His upper thigh pressed between her legs, forcing her miniskirt to yield until the heat of him pushed against her panties. Dropping her hips, Sienna rolled from left to right. For a moment nothing happened, but the next time she did it, he was moving in sync step, their hips grinding together. A silent press and bend in the darkness. Within a few seconds, he added a slight orbit to the motion she’d initiated. “So how creepy are you on the creepiness scale? Just so I’m forewarned. You don’t seem too bad.”
That drew a rough laugh from the darkness, like a seal’s solitary bark. “Just a little creepy. I mean, I’m a divorced fiduciary at an underground club full of twenty-somethings. So that must count for something, right?”
“Oh definitely,” Sienna agreed all too readily with a sly smile, her tongue playing along the back of her teeth as she struggled with whether she should ask him about his age. She wanted to, but would that be impolite? “But why this night with the blackout party?”
He fell silent for a moment while his rough fingers did the talking for him, feathering down the skin of her ribcage to the waistband of her skirt. “Well, my brother is blind, and I’ve always wanted to… understand what it’s like to be him, I guess. Not in a weird way, just… he seems to be in touch with so much more than I’m ever picking up.” Their bodies pressed closer, the stranger serving to shelter her from some of the jostling, like a body shield absorbing the intermittent dancing elbow or clumsy stumble.
“Or maybe your brother just gets more action than you?” With no one to judge her, let alone see her, Sienna provoked the man freely. Her rising grin was practically visible from the way she couldn’t keep her delight under wraps, even if nothing else about her was visible save the little green glow-in-the-dark paper bracelent.
A self-deprecating chuckle was punctuated by his hand finding Sienna’s exposed mid-section, pushing in against her stomach, driving her against the wall. His other hand caught the nape of the feisty woman’s neck. “You’re funny. But you’re probably right. He does get a lot of pussy.” The unmitigated lustful way the word formed coming from his mouth, coupled with the intensity with which he moved against her, sent a powder-keg of electrical impulses through Sienna’s body.
Hungrily tracing a hand up her breast and along her neckline, the faceless stranger leaned in close so they could feel the heat of each other’s faces. Like moving through water, he slowly wrapped his lips over Sienna’s lower lip, tasting the hint of the long island iced tea she finished upstairs. There was a faint hint of stubble to his face, but at the stage where it was more like a smooth-roughness, with a blend of sweat and sandalwood flitting under her nostrils. Without warning, he gripped the edge of Sienna’s tube top and pulled it down so his fingers could entrap her nipple. If there were lights on, she’d already have been showing hard headlights through the black dress like it were a tailgate party. “Uhn,” she gasped, hand wresting on his wrist as Sienna shifted to find better footing.
Sex in public (nsfw), especially the risk of being found out, had been one of those not-quite-a-secret fantasies that Sienna toyed with. Even if she wasn’t as into the “scene” as some of her friends, it was what thrilled her about getting on the dance floor, never knowing how far the guy might try to take it. And in the cab ride home after, wondering if anyone who saw her in the club had thought she’d behaved indecently. It was hard to pull the threads clear of each other – the fantasy of the moment and others’ judgment of her were almost tied in how intoxicating they felt.
“You feel like you’re 21 maybe? What do you do when you’re not making out with strangers?” His provocative gravely voice and lips grazed her ear as he tuned her nipple like a radio dial.
“23,” Sienna was quick to correct him, but soon wish she’d played out the moment more. Hissing and swallowing hard, she felt one of her legs spontaneously shake, a deep pounding arousal washing throughout her low belly. Oh, there was no doubt now, she was wet as sin. “But how do you know we’re— we’re strangers?” Her voice hit a higher pitch as he played her breasts so well, licking her lips hastily. “I mean, maybe we know each other in real life?” She leaned into him eagerly, her lips searching his for a slow kiss. Her tongue darted out, testing the warm waters of his mouth before entangling with the older man’s tongue.
“Mmm, you make a good point. Are in finance or law? We may have crossed paths.” Trailing one hand down her shaking leg that only now was subsiding, teasing the bottom of her miniskirt.
“I’m a vet tech. I doubt we’re in the same circles. You seem too human,” she managed to maintain a bit of sophistication in how she teased, even though Sienna’s fingers felt like they were having fits. She was grasping his clothing to pull him close, unable to decide between whether to let her hands trace the contours of his strong hands caressing her or to descend to his belt which suddenly felt offensive pressed against her hips.
Even his soft chuckling felt like an aphrodisiac, the sort of thing she’d try to replay for herself in the shower but be unable to capture it in her mind’s eye. “I’m a fiduciary, so yes human, if barely,” he said as he took one Sienna’s right wrist, leading her hand unambiguously down to the bulge in his slacks, wrapping her fingers one-by-one around his hardness. If her hands were spastic dragonflies skitting the surface, his were an octopus pulling her under. “It’s also my birthday,” he added in between messy kisses and press of his body to her, and her back to the concrete wall.
Heart hammering in her temple, Sienna was struggling to form words as the music shifted to something that was made for body language, forcing them to speak louder to be heard. Her hands flung his belt open, cursing the difficulty in finding his zipper in the darkness, unbuttoning his slacks, feeling his hardness and pulling it out of the fold in his tight boxers. Panting as she took his cock out, her hand stuttered along his length, alternating between a slow exploratory touch and a hot pulse that fired up the muscles in her forearm. “Really? Well, happy birthday,” the twenty-something said huskily, teeth grazing his lower lip as she managed to cup his balls in her other hand, stroking him with deliberate intent. Why did she want to hear him cum so bad? Maybe it was something in his voice? Like hearing that might push Sienna over the edge?
Wait, this was her opening to ask. Her fingers slowing in the stop-and-go fits that seemed to be haunting her on the pitch black dance floor. “How old are you?” Sienna breathed nervously in between hard kisses.
Even though it was only a moment, waiting for his answer seemed like an eternity. “This is my 49th,” he whispered as his hands worked up the sides of the leggy girl’s miniskirt.
“Oh fuck!” Sienna wasn’t expecting her reaction to be so visceral or so loud, and a murmur of concern from nearby dancers had her apologizing profusely, lying that she just twisted her heel wrong. He was her father’s age. Should she say something? No, that heavy pulse beween her legs would be hard to explain. This wasn’t part of the fantasy, or any fantasy she knew she had, but god damn had his admission hit her hard. Her panties were wrecked. “I’m sorry, it’s just… I didn’t realize you were…”
“Over twice your age?” teased the voice in the dark, kissing along her décolletage as he leaned down, fingers tracing up the veterinary professional’s skirt to find the edges of her little thong.
Inhaling sharply, Sienna glanced about for a moment, forgetting that no one else could see them. “Wait, I’m really wet,” she whispered, but it was too late as he pulled her wet thong down her thighs and calves, lifting up her heels to slip it off as he stood up. Instinctively, Sienna’s hand closed over his fist holding the shred of her decency. In the perfect example of synaptic static, her other hand still held his heavy cock. “I don’t have a condom,” she managed between half-swallowed moans, her hand slightly jerking forward and back on the inviting warmth of him.
“Neither do I,” the man old enough to be her father whispered. Leaning in closer, she could feel the pulse of his desire against her palm, only a short ways to that uncovered wetness between her thighs. “Find me after and I’ll give you your panties back.”
“Wh-what?” panted the flustered girl, the sudden prospect of him pulling away sending a flurry of excitement cascading down her back like little meteors. Gripping the back of his arm she pulled him in closer, her hand greedily pumping his cock. “No, wait. I want you to do it. I…”
Pushing hard against her, the tall man in the dark lifted her ass to clear the strap of the crowd control stanchion that had been pressed closer to the wall. For a moment it felt like she might fall up or down, gravity didnt’ seem to exist, but by chance or thanks to her athletic training, Sienna’s wedged heel found the top of one of the stanchions. It was a precarious balance, her foot constantly slipping and restoring itself; however, it allowed her to guess where the top of the other stancheon was, soon finding it with her other heel. Pressing hard against her slit, the man’s cock was so damn hard from the way she’d been teasing him off and on. Sienna had to cover her mouth out of fear she’d moan too loud and alert nearby dancers what they were doing.
However, any attempt at volume control was an illusion as he sunk inside of her tight cunt, his hardness hooking dramatically upward. The heat from his bareness rubbing against her slick walls was so intense, as if he could cause her panted breath to spontaneously combust in some kind of chemical phosphorescence. Instead, he leaned in and took her lips in his just in time. Sienna’s left hand shot down, slapping the concrete wall behind her as she moaned. Hard. Her hips bucked in immediate response, feeling him yank her tube top down the rest of the way.
Now it was the older man’s turn to have hands moving a thousand miles a minute, roughly handling her breast one moment, caressing the side of her face as they kissed in secret embrace, then gripping her ass to prop her body up and make sure she was at the right angle for… Thrusting up into her, the dance partner who’d suddenly become so much more groaned hard. Once he found the right momentum arm in their tenuous position, he hammered her pussy like it was personal, like he hadn’t fucked in weeks. “Fuck, you feel so good on my cock,” he cussed, scooping his left hand under her skirt to keep her propped up against the wall as the miniskirt scrunched up her thighs. The faint clap of her skin against the front of his slacks was just the right pace to blend in to the sounds of bumping and grinding and shuffling of feet. For all anyone else knew, she was just grinding him…enthusiastically.
A dangerous wave built inside Sienna’s belly, and she quickly leaned forward, grabbing the side of his face with the faint sideburns and leaning into kiss him. It was as much because she needed to feel him as it was because she needed someplace safe to moan. “Mnn..unn…” his mouth was the perfect echo chamber for the needy fire searching her body and mind for any kindling in a storm. Normally, Sienna was slow to orgasm, but everything about this stranger in the Bankcroft lit her on a very short fuse.
His cock pulsed again, tapping her g-spot, and Sienna’s lips drawing away from him were able to tease a low groan from his lungs. Fuck, her intuition had been spot on – the way he sounded was an intense turn-on. Maybe it was just the pitch blackness playing havoc with her senses? Or maybe it was…? “Ugn, ugn, yes,” he growled low, undulating his hips harder and faster against her, aiming for escape velocity.
In the heat of the moment, Sienna felt one of her wedge heels slip off and clatter to the ground. Damn it, she liked those heels. But god damn it, was he speaking her body language right now. Her nipples grazing the buttons on his shirt were tuned to the channel of “fuck me now.” Quickly moving her foot, she balanced her toes on the top of the stanchion. Legs wobbling on the two shaking pillars, Sienna panted hard and fast, canting her hips forward so he was entering her at just the right…
“Cum inside me (nsfw). I want to hear. I want to hear you when you do it…” Sienna panted as she ground her hips hard at the apex of his arcing into her, feeling his cock grind against her g-spot. Her walls were crumbling. Fuck, in the utter darkness she wasn’t even sure the wall behind her was concrete…or if there were a wall behind her.
Tensing his grip on the young woman’s ass, the man in the dark groaned hard and fast, his forehead pressing against hers, matted hair plastered between them. Just as she’d felt his unseen cock pulse in her hand as she teased him, now the pulses came fast and erratically as the older man pushed passed the point of no return.
She didn’t know his name, only that he was far too old for her. She didn’t know where he lived or his phone number. She didn’t know if he was secretly married or had kids. She wasn’t 100% sure what a ‘fiduciary’ was. She barely had a few minutes flirting with him and no safety talk at all. Hell, she didn’t even know if she would get her panties back after this.
But when he came, that low hungry wolfish sound and the shuddering of his shoulder and chest, his grip becoming like the softest iron – it was all fucking worth it for Sienna. Heavy groans escaped his lips, some trembling, some gravely, others utterly lost in the pleasure of her tight young cunt. Pulsing against her inner walls, waves of hot cum erupted inside of her. “Ughnn. God… Oh fuck, oh, oh,” he swallowed the sounds of his pleasure as best he could manage as his hips bucked into her. When he gasped, intaking a shuddering breath while his cock twitched against her overheated core, that was game over for Sienna.
Even though she’d been chasing that high, there was no way for her to predict how fast it would ride up on her. She was on a rope being lowered down into the dark waters, only for the darkness to rise up and engulf her. Fingernails digging into the back of his head and his shoulder, Sienna scrunched her face into a silent scream even as she pressed it against the faint stubble of the stranger’s cheek. Then her cunt spasmed around the cock sheathed inside of her, her pelvic floor fired, and with tears in her eyes Sienna surrendered to the darkness. Her forehead bumped against his before the back of her head bounced against the concrete wall, her hips bucking wildly as luminous floaters swam across her eyes. Was she clenching her eyes shut or were they wide open? Waves of the orgasm overtook her body movements as her hips bucked beyond her control.
Sienna’s back flattened against the concrete, only to arch when her cunt weeped to the tune of the man in the dark. Try as she might, her volume control was in cinders, and Sienna moaned hard twice, “UH, OH-UHH,” before she was able to tame the unexpected orgasm blowing out her receiver. Someone would have heard that. They were on a ticking clock.
“Uh, uh, uh, huh,” she panted as she was lost in the sensation flooding through every pore of her body, the echoing grinding of his hips against her sending tremors across the surface of her flushed skin. Like a wave catching smaller washed-out waves in its wake, Sienna felt tremors and aftershocks searing through her nervous system. She buried her head on his shoulder. For a moment, her pussy felt like it was fluttering around the head of the stranger who’d just emptied himself inside her in the pitch black club.
Breathing hard, their foreheads and bodies pressed together, Sienna didn’t know if she was going to laugh or cry. “Oh my god,” groaned the older man, his heaving voice becoming a vibrating chuckle.
It felt like the whole underground club was spinning, like Sienna’s consciousness was unraveling into the darkness of her panted breaths. Words were a struggle in that liminal place she’d ridden his cock into, but she felt the inklings of a grin as she leaned in to kiss along the faceless man’s jawline. Aftershocks rippled through her tight core filled with his member and bathed in his cum. “Fuck,” she breathed hard against his chest, that involuntarily grin flicking along her lips. As Sienna’s senses started to come back to her, she immediately flushed realizing how she’d cried out moments before. People nearby whispered, wondering if someone was having sex in the dark. Oh god, a bouncer was going to find them, flash a light in her face, and they were going to be kicked out. Panic was starting to set in, and she clumsily slipped her bare foot off the stanchion.
Recognizing her unspoken urgency, the stranger carefully withdrew himself inch by inch from Sienna’s tightness. “Like I said, I haven’t found a… hole in the earth that I haven’t wanted to jump into,” he grinned, kissing her cheek, causing her laugh against him.
Even with all the tension she’d cast aside, and all the panic rising at being discovered any moment, Sienna felt as if she’d just found something magical that she could never possibly put into words. Who would she even tell? Her laugh faded to a whimper as she felt his cock slip free, a trickle of their mingled liquids trickling down her leg. Gripping his arm for a moment, Sienna stilled her breathing before trailing her fingertips briefly over his wet cock, whispering hoarsely, “Thank you for… this.”
Exchanging a sweet kiss, the stranger leaned away. As they both sorted their clothes out, she felt him kneeling down, helping slide the wedged heel that had fallen off when they were fucking, fingers deftly securing the little buckle that gave her so much trouble. “The bathrooms are 16 paces that way,” he squeezed her left thigh, “then follow the left wall. A bouncer is coming. You should go now.”
Just like that, Sienna was walking in a stupor through the sea of people grinding their hips, laughing, shaking glow in the dark bracelets, hands running along her shoulders and trailing her hair. By the time she got to the bathroom door, she had to readjust her eyes to the dim light within the bathroom, which felt like staring straight into the sun. Mirrored illusions of a tall man’s silhouette faded in the nimbus of her mind’s eye. Gazing at herself in the mirror, Sienna took a steadying breath. His cum stained her thighs and her hand, her hair was an utter mess, her eyeliner was smeared enough to provoke questions. Cleaning up quickly as best she could, Sienna made it to the exit door in time to find Ashley who was raving about the DJ inviting her to another party.
Outside, in the city night, Sienna could hear the tap-tap of a blind man’s cane…