Encompassed By Darkness

Suitable for adult readers. This story is fantasy, a work of fiction and should be treated as such. People, events, brands and incidents are products of the author's fantasy. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely erotic fiction. The dissemination of this story without express permission from the author is prohibited.

Copyright 2024 (Leather and Lace)

Encompassed by Darkness

Looking at the clock on her dash the time reads 0152. The head of the gearshift in her palm, she feels the engine hum knowing she is in complete control of the machine in her hands. Thinking back to when she was 17, the crazy days of drag racing on Route 116, when she felt she was invincible and the power of a car was only sexy, she slightly accelerates her heart rate rising. Seeing the parking lot of her destination she finds herself at a loss as where to park because the area is completely empty except for his vehicle. She decides on the middle, "why not?" and whips through the space coming to a hard stop.

Getting out of the car she looks up and remembers that tonight is the new moon and it seems like most every star is visible from where she is standing, it is beautiful and dark. She finds great comfort in the darkness, it is a place to rest, to grow, to comfort, to create, to conceal, and to stimulate. Some people are afraid of it not knowing it is actually the unknown which the darkness brings that they fear.

She exhales deeply her making her breasts sway since she decided to forgo a bra knowing very well, they will be distracting. The movements of the shirts' light fabric play pleasantly across her nipples keeping her nipples erect. Her breasts are at their fullest and her body at its' most sensitive for 3 days starting on the day she ovulates and for 2 days after, today is the second day and she feels so very sexy. Her short skirt is hiked up beyond her underwear and she wiggles it back down covering herself. She had seriously considered not wearing any under garments but due to the extent that just being around him turns her on she decides to compromise and wears a smooth thong but decides to stay barefoot.

She looks around and sees him under the lamplight on the 2

nd

floor landing of the brick building where she has spent thousands of hours of her life, her second home for years. She misses her time there, smiling to herself and all her fond memories.

Arriving at the foot of the staircase she notices the thick metal banister is chipping red paint as it leads her upwards. Almost grateful that the steps that carry her are merely half steps because it takes her longer to ascend. Feeling nervous she feels her heartbeat in her throat and when she looks around the corner, she sees him smiling down at her. Her face splits into a smile that is only for him as she slowly approaches him on the landing. "Coming in hot today?" he says, teasing her.

"Are you going to ticket me?" she teases him back.

He shakes his head chuckling.

"Have you seen security? I didn't see any other vehicles"

"Yeah" he says gesturing over the steps, pointing to the large shed approximately 200 meters from them "He's over there"

Peering to where he points, she can just see the dim idling lights of the security's SUV. Wondering aloud "what is he doing just sitting there wasting gas? Oh, you think maybe he is sleeping."

"Actually," with an amused tone in his voice "yes, he is sleeping, I checked"

"Great worth ethic" she snorts.

Smiling because security is not going to be an problem she lets out a breath of tension she had not realized she was holding.

Looking at him she can see the contours of his body often not visible. He is not in his work clothes which usually consist of a collared shirt buttoned to his chin, pants of a heavy material, along with about 13kg of gear needed to do his job well. Her uniform also takes away her curves but the clothes are comfortable, some people even tell her that she wears pajamas to work. It is a wonderful contrast seeing him so light. He has chosen something simple, something he will not sweat in, after all he already had a shower this evening. He is wearing a dark gray t-shirt cut low enough to show his collarbone slightly, a pair of loose soft black slacks with an understated leather belt with a silver buckle. He feels it important to always look presentable, something engrained in him over the years, so he takes the effort in his appearance and strives to maintain a put together image, wanting to be taken seriously.

She attempts and fails to be subtle as her eyes roam from his head, to his belt, to his black leather shoes. Looking down to his shoes she notes that they were recently polished, giving him a wry smile. "At least these shoes you take care of." Teasing him about his scuffed work boots.

He protests making an excuse " I just don't have enough time-" she cuts him off taking a step towards him saying, "It's a shame you never take me up on my offer to help you with your shoes"

"Oh yeah? Why?" a hint of cockiness to his voice tipping his chin to her.

Smirking she makes direct eye contact and she says "in what other situation is it appropriate for me to get on my knees in front of you?"

He immediately shuts up and looks away briefly. Just the expression on his face shows he knows no other appropriate times, but rather he is picturing her on her knees in front of him, hand wrapped in her hair. He licks his lips as she laughs, "you don't have to answer that." as she imagines herself undoing his belt.

They are silent for a moment sharing the fantasy. To break the silence knowing he will not, she turns and grabs the thick railing looking into the sky. She looks over her shoulder to show him a planet and sees him next to her, very close. Ignoring her nervousness she exclaims "There! That bright one" she points in the sky "Did you know that is not a star?"

"What is it then?" He humors her.

"Saturn" she says this with such confidence that even if it were not true, he would believe her anyway.

Remembering little about astronomy she searches her mind and does remember something about the most brilliant star they can see. "That's Sirius! Also known as the Dog Star." She points at the brightest star they can see. "Sirius is the word for "glowing" in Greek. Fitting don't you think?"

He says nothing and she puts her had back to the banister and startles, her hand is on top of his. Her stomach flutters but she does not move her hand away. Searching his eyes he calmly looks back at her making clear her hand on his is not a mistake. He notices her eyes are hazel but tonight they reflect the darkness around them giving them a hint of blue. In contrast, the color of his eyes reminds her of the rich color of a strong, freshly brewed Nicaraguan coffee. The darkness of his eyes blends with the blackness of his pupils and in this light makes her almost unable to define the two. The deep brown of his eyes is almost the same hue of his skin. Smiling at the gesture as she interlaces her hand with his. Looking at her own olive toned native skin she noticing in this light the comparison between their hands makes hers look so pale that it almost glows. She says nothing and nor does he. Everything between them is silent, the sounds of the trees and bull frogs play their nightly orchestra as they just stand there looking over at the expanse of the marsh, the parking lot and the lush grass below, their minds far from quiet.

She releases a slow long exhale of breath relaxing her body as her heart pounds trying to calm herself, her hand falls to her side and she turns her face up to the stars. He studies her wanting to know what she is thinking. Watching as her demeanor abruptly changes, her body relaxes, her shoulders widen, and she unconsciously corrects her posture, which makes her breasts become more obvious with the movement of her chest as she tries to regulate her breathing. Still looking at the stars she smells his scent making her swallow hard, distinctly noticing her intense arousal. He steals a look at her chest that previously he has been only able to look at. They are significantly more than a handful with a heft that her shirt accentuates while she breathes. Experiencing a slight thrill as he again notices she is not wearing a bra and her nipples are hard visibly poking out under her shirt inviting him to touch them. He wonders what they would feel like....or taste like?

Feeling him stare as he undresses her breasts in his mind as his breathing gets faster, and she feels so pleased he is becoming aroused knowing her breasts look and feel wonderful. He almost raises his hand to touch her, changing his mind at the last moment. She carefully chose what she was wearing because she knows how sexy she looks and how distracting she will be. The longer she lets him stare the more he gives her goosebumps. Unable to pretend his gaze is not making her squirm she turns around resting her back against the banister. "Do you see something you like?" she says coyly, looking at him and winking while biting her bottom lip.

She firmly wraps her hands into the front of his shirt pulling him towards her. Feeling him take a sharp breath and let out a low sound as she feels the vibrations run through her body. "Fuck" she thinks silently. "If I weren't already this randy.... just that sound alone..."

One of her favorite sounds is the noises people make in response to her touch or the pleasure they get from pleasuring her. Touching the back of his neck leaning into him only 3 centimeters from his lips, she softly whispers "I want to hear that sound from you again" he responds by breathing faster before he nods almost sheepishly, which surprises her as he is always so confident. Touching his face she brings his eyes to hers "Please use your words, tell me what you want" she says very softly making sure he knows she is not teasing him.

While waiting for his response, she leans back against the railing taking his belt loops in hand and gently pulls him against her, leaving no space between them. He a little taller than her so his hips are pressing against hers knowing she can feel him even though she says nothing. Smiling, letting out a sound of deep satisfaction at learning of his arousal, she is distinctly aware just how wet she is herself.

Biting her lip, she touches his temple gently following the side of his face, trailing the ridge of his ear and following the curves down his neck to rest at his collar bone. She stares at the area of skin that she wants to taste. Continuing to his other side, her fingers come to rest again in the recesses of his neck. When she touches the pulse in his neck with her mouth, she smiles feeling his heart rate above 100 beats per min and he sighs loudly while feeling his body slightly tense. Following his jawline she follows the path to his mouth. She leans in looks at him and rests her finger on his mouth while almost imperceptibly he pushes back against her touch. Eddies of intention build inside of her, sweeping away all of her nervousness and apprehension and replacing it with a deep seeded groundedness at her core. Feeling the intensity of her attraction towards him she struggles to keep herself under control.

His breath falters as she strokes each of his eyebrows with her thumbs making the hair all go the same direction. "Please close your eyes"

He looks at her hesitantly and a moment later his eyes close and his breathing is shaky. Ever so gently she caresses his eyelashes, and all he feels is the weightless movement of his lashes. Following the curve of his nose and upper lip, when she rests his face in her hands and touches his cheek bones he exhales audibly. She finds his mouth and as his eyes flutter open she slowly traces his top lip with a fingertip barely touching him. She pauses, her body becomes entirely still as she rests at the center of his bottom lip, her touch travels outwards to corner of his mouth. Returning to the center of his lower lip, she again follows the fullness of his mouth to its outer edge. Responding to her attention, he lifts his chin as his lips slightly part, intentionally or instinctively she does not know, but this is how she hoped he would react. Touching his cheek, she searches his face giving him plenty of time to protest, and if he wants to, make her stop.

Leaning in she gently brushes his mouth with her own and then kisses him deeply. He freezes for a second, even though he was expecting the kiss, even wanting it, his brain stops. It takes him just a moment to recognize the reality that this sexy woman who has been lusting for him for years was now kissing him. He reciprocates her kiss making a sound of pleasure finally beginning to understand her yearning for him. Her body sparks while tasting his lips her breathing becoming slightly irregular, delighting as she feels him ever so slightly grind his hips into hers.

Pushing him a few inches away she pauses bringing her mouth to his neck tasting his skin. She kisses him slowly feeling his body respond as tiny sounds come from him. She takes her time, finding him so sexy it is intoxicating. A few minutes later she simply rests the side of her face against his, listening to his short breathing, enjoying feeling his breath on her neck.

Music of the mizmar with full percussion fills her head that only she can hear. Her hands find his waist as she starts to dance the movement blooming from her center as she gently making figure 8's with her hips. Every time she does this, her hips brush against him. With a slight moan he brushes the side of her face with his fingertips, taking a step into her, holding the back of her neck he kisses her passionately, pressing her against his extremely pronounced cock. Immediately brought back to the moment she remembers to breathe as her body responds to his assertive behavior thinking to herself "Fuck, and this is why I wore undies" feeling the fabric between her legs getting wet.

Taking a moment trembling and head spinning she relishes his desire for her. The look in his eyes show a passionate, need, and lust. He wants her in this moment and for years this is exactly what she has craved. She notices his face has a red hue, the veins in his hands and neck are more visible then normal, and she can actually see the pulse in his neck. Knowing he wants something but is not saying, again she asks "Do you see something you want?"

"Absolutely" he responds giving her what can only be described as a goofy cartoon smile his confidence growing "You."

Laughing and slightly rolling her eyes at the cheesy remark, she says "I assumed as much considering how hard your cock is right now. What else?" This being the first time she actually verbalizes her acknowledgment of his erection gives him an intense thrill as she tingles all over loving to be the reason for his arousal.

He stands there thinking, weighing the pros and cons, wondering if what he wants she would enjoy. It is almost a full minute before he responds but he does not do so with words. Looking at her, barely blinking he reaches out laying his hand on her breast finding her nipple that presses against her shirt that has been tempting him. He pinches her and starts to roll the hard tissue in his fingers as the sound that comes from her makes his dick flex in is pants. The simple touch creates a n intense crackling of electricity inside her originating where his hand touches which shoots the electricity through her body traveling to her toes and slamming directly into her clit. The consuming sensation surprises her as her back involuntarily arches and her eyes drift closed as she lets out a long quiet moan, giving him a good view of what his touch is doing to her. Her reaction was much stronger than he expected and curiosity drives his next action wondering if she will react the same way again. He reaches to her other breast and does the same thing, this time the sound she makes is equally as sexy. Her hands find his chest gently but firmly pushing him making him take a half step back.

Her gaze has an intensity that is unexpected, and he hears his name come from her, her voice light and airy pushed out by a sharp moan. If he was not paying attention, it could have just been her ragged breath. "What's wrong?" He queries as the crease between eyes appear showing his concern.

"Please don't start something you can't finish" she begs him with a cracking voice and heavy eyes noticing how turned on he had made her.

Considering her, he understands, knowing she is asking him not to touch her unless he is willing to bring her to climax. He raises an eyebrow imagining watching her cum, finding himself really liking the idea. Swallowing hard he kisses her and steps back as he does not know what to say. He looks around, checking that security is still idling in its' original spot, searching for any signs of another person- and to his relief he finds none. Looking back to her saying "I'm not sure I can do that" his voice pressured.

She nods, understanding he found a limit, but he follows up his statement so quickly she almost cannot understand him because there is not enough space between his words, so she watches him speak "It's not that I don't want to, just here it's so open anyone can see us."

Again nodding, her brain understands completely. Unfortunately, her body roars deafeningly with its disapproval and strongly disagrees with him, reminding her she desperately wants to touch him. Making a deliberate choice she descends a step bringing her body into the shadows, He now stands above her requiring her to look up slightly to see his hungry expression as they both are very aware he is raging in his pants.

One benefit of knowing this property so well is she knows where to hide. Biting her lip and thinking quickly she picks a spot for them, extending her hand up to him "come with me?" she asks

"Come where?" he asks a vague tone of frustration in his words.

"Just come for me" she states.

Her phrasing shuts him up and taking her hand she leads him around to the back side of the building. There is an area of darkness that is recessed and at night fails to be illuminated. There are no cameras, and no one will find them concealed in darkness at this time of day. The lights in the building are motion activated and none of them are at full power indicating that no one is around. She uses his belt to guide him as she walks backwards until she her back against the brick wall. "Is this ok?"

Her eyes take a moment adjusting to the absence allowing her to see his detailed form in front of her. He does not reply but he kisses her. Waiting for him to respond, she reaches down between her legs and gently finds the outline of his dick screaming against the fabric that encloses it. His stomach contracts hard, as he makes a sound of surprise and pleasure. "Ooh no! That. Is. Not. Fair." he says enunciating every word as he takes the wrist of her wandering hand gently pinning it against the wall by her face making her tingle all over. "how on earth am I supposed to make a choice with you doing....that" gesturing to her offending hand making her giggle.

Of all people he should know that life is not fair, remembering him telling her that several times before. Worried, she becomes serious and touching his jaw she searches his eyes "Do you want me to stop" waiting deliberately keeping eye contact.

There is a long pause as they look at each other, his eyes studying her. He lets go of her wrist and finally responds by sliding is hand under her shirt finding her breast and just holding it for second. Her heart skips a beat while he gathers the hem of her shirt and brings it up over her head exposing her skin. Hungry, and curious his throat feels tight when his hand returns to rest on her bare skin. He takes a few minutes to enjoy and play with her voluptuous chest, squeezing them, squishing them together, dropping one and then the other just to see them bounce, and batting them around to watch them sway .