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Plunged Into Darkness

By: A little bit lovely



'I know that jacket' I thought to myself. I'd seen it somewhere before - leather with fake fur around the collar and half way down the sleeves. Not perhaps the nicest piece of fashion you're ever likely to see, but certainly distinctive.

I racked my brains trying to think where I'd seen it, and was almost at the point of giving up when I saw the legs of the woman wearing the jacket. Those I most definitely remembered. Last Tuesday - delayed train, she was sitting opposite me wearing a pink dress made of some sort of scrunchy material, and her legs were remarkable in their tanned smoothness. They were the sort of legs you just wanted to run your hand up, knowing that it was just the owner's will, not friction, that would put an end to the journey. 

It was perhaps the first time ever that I'd been happy for a delay to my train. The line I lived on was notorious for late, or cancelled trains, but this time I left it up to my fellow passengers to endure the impotent frustration - I just focused on not being caught looking at those legs. When I heard her speaking into her mobile phone, I was surprised - it was a half posh accent - either a well bred person trying to be a little 'street' or the other way around. Either way, when I looked up I noticed that she was attractive, with the added bonus of dimples and very sparkly eyes. She was telling her friend that she was hung over like never before, giving the usual speech about not drinking ever again, and that she was going home to 'die.' 

As she got off, I tried valiantly to get a look up her dress, but to no to no avail, yet when she got up t leave, I was afforded a look down her impressive cleavage - and it was enough to keep me smiling for days.

Anyway - so - here she was again, and I relished the prospect of sitting near her once more. Thing was - the station was teeming with people, and I had no clue which of the ten carriages she would get on. So - I made my choice and sat down near the front of the train, craning my neck to see if she was anywhere to be seen. She wasn't. Not immediately, anyway. Two minutes later, the connecting doors opened and she walked through our carriage, glancing at me briefly before moving further to the front of the train. 

Cursing my luck, I opened my book to get my mind off what might have been. I hadn't even got past the first paragraph before my attention was wrested away - by a pair of glorious legs, gorgeous dimples, and very naughty eyes - sitting dead opposite me. I glanced up briefly, only to see that she was staring straight at me with a half smile playing across her mouth.

'You were on the train the other day, weren't you?' She asked.

'Yes' I replied. 'The delayed one'.

'I remember you', she said simply.

'And I remember that you had the hangover from hell, and that you were going home to die - which obviously never eventuated.' I ventured - throwing whatever caution I had firmly into the teeth of the roaring gale.

'You listened in to my conversation! God, that's so bad - that was a private chat with a friend!' She was mocking me now.

'Yes, private for your friend, very, very public for you.' I defended myself - even when I knew she was joking.

There was a silence for a minute or so, when I could think of nothing to say, and she looked as if she'd said all there was to be said.

'So, did you see what you wanted to see?' She asked me.

'I'm sorry -' I answered, genuinely unsure as to her meaning.

'You were looking at my legs for most of the trip, and I was wondering if you saw anything of any interest?'

I never blush, but right now I think I came very close. 

'Um - Everything I saw interested me greatly.'

'But you never got your glory, did you?'

'Meaning?'

'You never got a flash of my knickers, did you?'

I was struck almost dumb. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was glad of the fact that I was on the late train which meant fewer people to be embarassed in front of. I wasn't sure if she was working up to a very public humiliation of her victim, or whether she just wanted to play.

'I - no - I may as well be honest, I saw no knickers.'

'Shame, she said, because at one point I offered you the perfect opportunity, but you were too busy trying to convince me that you were reading.'

'That is a shame' I said. 'But I made up for it by getting the most amazing view down your top as you stood up to leave.'

'So you should have', she replied - 'I took my time over that manoevre.'

I wasn't sure how to respond to her frankness, so I just offered my genuine gratitude.

'Thanks'.

'Pleasure'. She replied.

Another silence, another awkward moment.

'So, do you often look up skirts?'

'And down tops' I reminded her.

'Yes, and down tops, do you often...look?'

'Not especially', I said. But sometimes I feel like I'd be letting the male species down if I didn't.'

'So, let me get this straight' she said. 'You were trying to see my knickers and nipples not just for you, but for all manhood?'

'In a way, yes.' I replied, to which she threw her head back and laughed a very pleasant, very musical laugh.

'Men' she said. Can't live with 'em'.

It was my turn to laugh - a saying adopted by thousands of males had just been used to turn the tide, and it was delivered to perfection.

'So' I said. 'Do you often show strangers your knickers?'

'Only the cute ones.' She said, and we settled back into a pause so pregnant it very nearly gave birth. She seemed to be deep in thought looking out at suburban London slipping by.

'Were you just taking pity on a dreadful pervert?' I asked, giving voice to the nagging fear that had been stopping me from really playing the game for all it was worth.

'No' she replied. If anything, I'm the dreadful perv. I think you're gorgeous, and I wanted to let you know in my own special way.' 

She didn't nearly blush, she glowed to the point where she had to revert to the view from the window which suddenly turned black as we disappeared into a tunnel. I sat there wondering how far this could go, thinking that I could stop now and have a lifelong fantasy, or I could do my best to have one realised. The train had stopped and as can sometimes happen on trains in England - the lights went out. 

Plunged into total darkness, some passengers started chatting nervously, hoping to get things moving. Just then, my thoughts were interrupted by a movement - something I sensed rather than felt. I reached out slowly, tentatively, and wasn't at all surprised to feel the warmth that radiates from human skin. 

When my hand touched down, it was the inside of her right leg, she was facing me, legs slightly apart. I felt the slightest tremor run through her, but knowing that the lights could come on at any moment, I began my ascent. It seemed to take forever, and I realized that I was holding my breath. 

Finally I felt the landscape change. Her breathing was louder, and I swear I could feel the blood racing just beneath her skin. And there was a brand new kind of heat - and as I moved my hand slowly to the source, I felt the first jolt of pure lust, because I'd come into contact with the soft, downy hair. Not being able to see, my imagination went into overdrive to conjour an image that would do justice to the sensation of the drops of moisture clinging to her. 

Rotating my hand so my palm was facing up, I used my index finger to find her opening, and then - as softly as I could manage - I traced the line of her lips - parted, wet, and welcoming. She began coming the moment I touched her cunt, and by the time I'd reached her clit, she'd beaten me to it, and was pushing herself through barrier after barrier of pleasure. 

She pushed her fingers down and into herself, and then her hand disappeared. Hungry, sucking noises told me it had found its intended destination. And then her tongue was in my mouth, and her hands pulled at her top, forcing her boobs out of her bra - and into my mouth. Lost in her own world, she muttered - almost to herself. 'I...want..to...come...again. 

And it was as she was coming again - all over her fingers and my hand, that I noticed that we weren't alone in our play. Someone else was exploiting our darkness, taking their opportunity to be decadent, to seize a moment the likes of which may never come again. And I couldn't tell if I liked it, or not. 

This wasn't about anyone else, it was about her and me - our attraction, our flirtation, and our pleasure. But as I ran my hand up towards her breasts, they were being cupped by these uninvited hands, and her nipples were responding to the squeezing and pinching by someone even more unfamiliar than me. So I gently took one of the hands in mine and squeezed it hard to get a reaction. All motion stopped, as did my breathing upon the realisation that the hands was small, smooth, and very, very feminine. This time the squeeze I gave was gentle, one that conveyed that all was well. 

Then she turned, this woman whom I'd shared so much with in such a short time, and I heard the unmistakable noises of lip on lip, tongue on tongue, and the lust coursing through my blood reached a feverpitch. An announcement over the intercom warned us that the delay shouldn't be for too much longer, but in my experience of the railway in Britain, this could mean anything from three minutes to three hours. 

I had to be involved in some way, so I reached out and once more located those incredible legs and wasted no time in going for glory. When I reached her totally saturated cunt, two fingers were already very busy. The uninvited guest had one hand wrapped around her bottom, and the other performing miracles inside the main attraction.

I slid my fingers down to the very bottom of her opening, and pushed gently, knowing that this was that no-man's land between safety and strange - right hole and wrong hole. But considering that I'd got it right going for wrong so far, I wasn't stopping now. With my fingers slick from her juices, I slipped down to her anus, and to my surprise found my partner in crime holding her buttocks open. I slid my middle finger over and around her opening, feeling it clench beneath my touch. Not wanting to hurt her, I very gently pushed the finger past the final defense, and was rewarded with contractions bordering on violent as she came. The most impressive thing of all? It was all carried out in total silence. 

She extricated herself from the nefarious huddle we had formed, and I detected the sounds of clothing being rearranged. I leaned back into my seat, doing a bit of my own arranging - namely my thoughts. I was almost at the first stage of rationalisation when I felt hands on me, working me, finding my zip. This achieved, it wasn't long before my cock was out and then being engulfed by the most amazingly full, soft lips. 

For me, a woman going down on me has always been a poor substitute to the real thing, but this was different. She was gentle, yet insistent, soft, but remorseless as she milked me - mouth coming to the tip then plunging down with silken smoothness. Next to me, another hand was searching, and I can't describe the feeling when her hand found mine and just held it as I had the most intense orgasm of my life.

I was in a reverie, still holding her hand, and just trying to make sense of what had taken place. I sensed more movement, and steeled myself for another sensual onslaught, but what I felt was the softest of soft kisses on my cheek. The same must have happened right next to me, because I heard a muted 'thankyou'. And then there was the hiss of the electronic connecting doors opening, closing, and then total silence.

'I'm Kate'. She said.

'I'm Jack', I replied.

We were still holding hands when the driver announced that we were on our way once more, and his announcement was seemingly answered by some higher power because the lights flicked on throughout the carriage.

Kate rested her head on my shoulder, like a couple who had shared a thousand years worth of love and loss, and it felt somehow right, despite all the evidence to the contrary.

I was aware of some inquisitive looks coming from passengers in seats nearby, but it didn't bother me in the slightest. If I was going to be known as 'that guy' from now on, then I'd earned such a nickname in truly triumphant fashion.

'What are you thinking?' Kate asked.

'Nothing worthy of note' I answered quite honestly. 'Certainly nothing to do justice to what just happened.' I added.

'What did just happen?' she asked with a hint of wonder in her voice.

'Our imaginations combined to create one amazing fantasy'. I ventured.

'I like that'. She said. 'Works for me.'

The train pulled into Charing Cross Station, and we took our time disembarking - being sure to take all of our personal belongings with us, of course. On the platform, we faced each other, and rather than enduring an awkward silence, we instinctively hugged like the oldest of friends. My body - fresh from its recent sensory overload - was still acutely aware of her breasts pushed against me, her legs touching mine, and her deeply personal scent.

As we embraced, she said nothing, but pushed something soft and delecate into my hand. I didn't need to look to know that they were her knickers, and that soon, at long last, I'd get to see them afterall.

Plunged into Darkness



Sandy moved back to the corner of the elevator as the two young black men stepped through the open doors. Her pulse quickened and her mind raced. She hated judging people she didn't know but they were both dressed like thugs, with baggy, sagging jeans and tight tank tops. They were both loud and boisterous, two traits the quiet midwestern born mother of three abhorred. The hairs on the back of Sandy's neck stood at attention while she kept her head down and pressed her back against the cold mirrored back wall.

The elevator doors closed and the heavyset brunette closed her pretty brown eyes for a moment, doing her best to relax as she struggled with her irrational fears. Sandy hated two things more than anything: confined spaces and elevators. Her breathing was deep and steady and her big, natural f cup breasts heaved.

"We got to get to the club quick before this Molly kicks in yo," the taller, darker man said. He wasn't a bad looking guy despite his tattoos and hardened smile. He had long dreadlocks framing a pleasant face with intelligent eyes and a strong muscular body. His thick arms were well defined and adorned with a myriad of monochromatic prison type tattoos. A thick gold chain was draped around his strong neck and his ebony flesh seemed to glisten from a fine sheen of sweat.

"No shit, my boy said this is some good shit Bro. Somebody's getting fucked tonight," the shorter man replied with a somewhat menacing smile. He was less attractive than his friend but he was far from ugly. His round head was shaved smooth and he had a surprising warmth in his smile. He was nearly 6 inches shorter than the man with dreadlocks but he looked stronger with broad, square shoulders and huge tattoo covered arms. Unlike the man with dreadlocks the shorter man had a few colorful tattoos on his milk chocolate colored flesh and Sandy discretely admired the intricacy of his body art. She wasn't generally a fan of tattoos but she could appreciate well done artwork.

Sandy felt her cheeks warm and she chewed nervously on her bottom lip as the two men spoke openly about sex. She inhaled deeply. Her hands started to shake and she focused her attention on the two well-built men in front of her to quell her rising fears.

The elevator shuddered and Sandy squeaked like a frightened mouse. Her pulse quickened and her eyes narrowed, zooming in on a particularly vivid tattoo on the left shoulder of the shorter bald man's back. It depicted a nearly naked woman with big bare breasts and generous curves. The woman was build almost like Sandy but with a more rounded butt and a narrower waist.

The elevator lurched to a halt and they were plunged into darkness making Sandy screech in terror. The only thing worse than a small elevator car was a small dark one and she whimpered like a frightened puppy as the pale emergency light glowed to life. 

The room was spinning and tears formed in the corner of the terrified woman's eyes. Her fear of small spaces had been born when she was eight and she and her mother had been forced to huddle in a small storm cellar as a tornado destroyed their Illinois farm house. No one in her family had lost their life but their house had been leveled and all of their possessions had been summarily destroyed.

She squeezed her fists and tried to relax. Her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the stalled elevator car and she pressed her body tight against the wall. The mirror felt cool through the thin silk of her blouse and she focused on the sounds in the small space. The mechanical creaks and ticks of elevator freaked her out and she then directed her attention to the smells in the car. The faint scent of the two men was oddly appealing and she breathed deep drawing it into her lungs. It wasn't cologne but their natural aroma. It was light but musky and it had a profound effect on the cute married woman's needy body. It had been nearly a month since Sandy and her husband had been intimate. When she and Mack were first married they'd been like rabbits. Even then Sandy's libido had surpasses her husband's but he'd done enough to sate her often ravenous appetite. She'd always been a very sexual person. She had developed young and had her first boyfriend at 13. He'd been an older boy, in high school, and he'd taken her virginity before she was out of middle school. From then on she had loved sex but after three kids and with both Sandy and Mack working they were usually too tired during the week and too busy on weekends.

Sandy heard the emergency phone ring and watched the taller man pick it up. He spoke clearly and nodded slowly as he listened.

"Mother fucker," he said angrily. "God damn power's out all over town. No clue what's up but we could be here all god damn night."

"Man fuck dis shit, someone needs to get my big black dick yo," the tall man said loudly. "How 'bout you sugar, you want some dick?"

Sandy's cheeks flushed and she giggled nervously. "I think I'm good thanks," she replied softly. 

"Why not?" He teased as he rubbed his crotch. "You don't like black guys?"

"It's not that, no," she answered honestly. "I'm married for one thing." She felt uncomfortable with the topic of conversation but she was grateful for the distraction because it took her mind off of her claustrophobia. 

"You ever gone black Baby," he said moving slightly closer as his friend stood silently beside them, also rubbing his crotch. 

"No," Sandy replied. She had grown up in a small town with very few black people.

"Ever thought about it?" He asked in a deep smooth voice. He had an almost hypnotic cadence and a soothing tone.

"If course," she replied. She had been attracted to several black boys before she'd met her husband and she'd even gone on a date with one black boy in college though she'd never told any of her friends back home or her husband about that. Mack was a bit of a racist and most of her friends in Illinois would have judged her poorly if they'd known.

"So why ain't you ever tried it Baby?" He asked moving even closer to her. Her heart was racing and she felt self-conscious that they could hear it but she was glad for the distraction none the less.

"I guess I've never had the opportunity," Sandy lied. She caught a whiff of his heady scent and she felt a familiar tingling between her thick meaty thighs. She had on two separate occasions had extramarital flings while traveling for business but she'd never done anything so close to home. 

"Opportunity is knocking," he said with a chuckle. He placed his hand over hers and guided it to his crotch. 

Sandy gasped and instinctively squeezed his hard cock. It felt huge in her small hand and the wheels in her head started to spin. Butterflies battled in her belly and her hand moved slowly up and down his clothed dick.

The taller man turned Sandy slightly and the shorter man stepped behind her, sandwiching the pretty brunette between them. 

"We shouldn't be doing this," Sandy said weakly. Her words were hollow and lacked conviction especially since she still had the taller man's cock in her hand. "I don't even know your names."

"I'm Trevor," the tall man said quickly, "and he is Jonny."

"Oh, I'm Sandy," Sandy said playfully. Her voice shook with tremolo as Jonny reached down and lifted the hem of her semi tight skirt over her full hips. She'd never been a skinny girl but she had been much thinner before having kids. She wasn't fat and she had a nice hourglass shape but her hips and thighs were bigger than she liked.

Trevor bent lower and brushed his lips across hers. His tongue slithered across her lips and she sighed softly as his hand slipped inside her small silky thong. 

Jonny slid his hands under Sandy's blouse and deftly unhooked her big underwire bra before teasing and pinching her sensitive nipples. Trevor pushed Sandy's panties down and she moved her legs apart giving him unfettered access to her needy sex. The pads of his fingers rubbed gently over her clit and her breathing deepened. 

Sandy's hips undulated sensuously and a soft moan rose from her chest. Her legs trembled and her chest heaved as Johnny squeezed her big tits and hard nipples. Trevor's gentle touch was juxtaposed with Jonny's roughness and the combination was amazing. Sandy had never had a three way before but it was one of her secret fantasies. The idea of being the center of attention in a lurid sexual interlude was incredibly arousing to the one time theater major and she felt a flood of wetness between her legs.

She unfastened Trevor's belt and his baggy jeans fell to the ground. Her hands shook with ravenous desire as she freed his cock and squeezed it tight. The rich fragrance of her arousal filled the small space and she cried out when her body convulsed from a strong quick climax.

"How do you want to do this?" Trevor asked politely as he stepped out of his pants and boxers.

"Wha, what do you mean?" She asked nervously. Her body was trembling with excitement and her knees felt weak and unsteady. The curvy MILF was more excited than she'd ever been. She knew well the excitement of infidelity but that coupled with the fact that she was with two well built young black men made it exponentially better. 

"Who do you want to fuck you first?" Trevor asked before kissing her. His insistent tongue dipped inside her warm mouth and entwined with hers and she raked her nails down his back with one hand as she stroked his big dick with the other. His cock was the biggest she'd ever seen and she was anxious to feel it inside of her. 

"You first," Sandy purred. "But I want to taste you both too." She dropped to her hands and knees and gazed up at Jonny's powerful body as he dropped his jeans to the floor. His cock sprung free and she sighed deeply. It was slightly shorter than Trevor's but equally thick and thickness was what she loved. She'd been with several well hung men in her lifetime and while she had told plenty of men that size didn't matter, the truth was that nothing beat a fat cock stretching her tight pussy. The combination of pleasure and pain was pure euphoria. 

Trevor knelt behind her and sank 7 of his 9 inches into her frothy hole. She winced when he touched bottom and grunted from each powerful thrust. Jonny lowered his strong naked body in front of Sandy and she eagerly sucked his fat dick into her hungry mouth. The salty sweet flavor of his sweaty precum soaked cock filled her mouth and she shuddered when he grabbed hold of her head and started jogging his hips fore and aft.

"Suck that dick," Jonny barked in a deep menacing voice. His hips thrust violently and his big balls slapped rhythmically against Sandy's chin as Trevor gripped her wide hips.

Sandy rocked between them. Urgent moans poured from her cock filled mouth and she felt the knot in her belly tighten with each stroke. She came hard and her juices soaked Trevor's thrusting dick as Jonny fucked her mouth hard and fast.

They switched places and Jonny fucked her like a jackhammer. His taut body slammed against her fat, juicy ass and he grunted like an angry boar as he rammed hard and deep. A third climax washed over the pretty brunette and she slumped forward in a sweat soaked exhausted heap. 

Jonny settled between Sandy's legs and then pressed his big cock into her quivering hole. His thrusts were wild and erratic and his breathing labored. 

"Here it comes," he announced proudly. He grunted and moaned loudly and Sandy felt his seed splash deep inside her. She felt a pit form in her stomach when he came. She was on the pill and had been since her youngest had been born but she had missed a day and hoped that she was safe.

Jonny pulled his dripping cock from her gaping cunt and Sandy rolled onto her back. Her hair was wet with sweat and matted against her forehead and her body was soaked. Trevor moved into place and eased his dick into her cum filled pussy. He fucked her with smooth sensuous motions and she whimpered like an excited puppy as another orgasm lapped at her tired body.

"Don't stop," Sandy pleaded as she gazed into his dark pretty eyes. Her nails dug into his ebony hips and she guided his pace as her hips bucked wildly against his.

Trevor fucked Sandy until her climax ebbed and then he buried his cock deep inside her. He was silent when he came but she felt his hot seed soak her creamy depths and she hooked her strong legs behind his gorgeous ass, holding him deep inside of her until he went soft in her grasp.

Several hours later Sandy sat between the two young muscular black men with Trevor's spent dick in her mouth. She'd been fucked a half dozen times between them and she was too sore for more. They had both filled her mouth and pussy with loads of cum and she was certain that she was a disheveled mess but sucking his dick, even soft, took her mind off of the tiny elevator car.

The harsh florescent lights hummed to life and the elevator lurched downward. 

"Fuck," Sandy exclaimed as she leapt to her feet and searched for her clothes. She grabbed her sheer white blouse and quickly buttoned it as the two men pulled on their jeans and shirts. She straightened her skirt and slipped her shoes on while she located her bra and stuffed it into her purse moments before they reached the ground floor.

They all grinned in unison and Jonny showed Sandy her tiny thong before stuffing it into his pocked. Sandy's cheeks flushed and she squeezed her thighs together, relishing the soreness between them.

Steven, the head of maintenance, grinned knowingly when the doors opened and he saw the state of the three people inside. They looked like they hadn't slept with red tired eyes and while the two men looked somewhat composed the woman was a mess. 

"You made it through the night," he teased as they stepped out and onto terra firma. Sandy's hair was a disheveled and her blouse was buttoned unevenly. Her dark nipples were clearly visible without a bra to hide them and her eye makeup had left streaks down her rosy red cheeks.

"Is everything fixed?" Sandy asked through deep steady breaths as she grabbed her phone and sent a quick text message letting Mack know she was okay. There had been no service in the elevator and she was sure he was worried sick.

"The trains aren't running so you're stuck in the city and from what I heard there aren't any hotel rooms available anywhere," Steve said apologetically. "Also the cell towers have been overwhelmed and you'll have a hard time making or receiving calls. Though I think texts are working but slow."

"You can stay with us Baby," Jonny offered with a wide smile. "Trevor lives ten blocks down. Your husband won't mind will he?" 

"He'll shit a brick," Sandy replied sounding like a trucker, "but what choice do I have."

"I'm getting a little hard just thinking about getting you naked again," Jonny said crassly. He cupped his package and Sandy shuddered.

"I need food, a drink and a nap," she replied with a playful grin. "And my pussy may be out of order for weeks after what just happened."

"That's okay," Trevor said cupping her surprisingly firm tits, "we've got lube. We can take turns fucking your tits and ass. After we eat."

She'd never been fucked in the ass by anyone as big and thick as either of them but she was game for anything and without power what else was there to do but fuck.