The door clicked shut behind her as she surveyed the tiny darkroom. Two bulbs dangled from the ceiling, swinging gently in the air and casting rippling shadows across the concrete walls. A large wooden table and a small sink took up most of the floor area in the converted maintenance room. Chemical containers on the wall shelves glinted in the light of the bulbs. The college dorm had recently converted this area for use by student photographers, and she had spent hours developing pictures here for classes.
Today, though, her mind was not on her work. An approaching project deadline had forced her out of her dorm and down the hall to the darkroom, but she was in no mood to concentrate on the task. She was still reeling from ending a year-long relationship a month previously, her emotions still conflicted and unresolved. She desperately missed his voice, his arms around her, nights of passion in her bedroom. Her friends had prescribed a regimen of hunting for new boys, but her heart wasn't in it. One night stands might work for ditzes, she thought, but she needed something deeper than that. Still, she felt starved for the passionate sex that she had grown accustomed to. She didn't particularly like feeling horny all day – it interfered with photography, for one thing – but she couldn't shake the feeling.
Today she wore a brown cashmere top, a gray dress skirt, and her customary black boots. Though she told herself otherwise out of modesty, she knew that she looked stunning, the outfit perfectly matching her long black hair and green eyes. She ran a hand slowly up her thigh to where the skirt ended, shivering from more than the autumn cool. Perhaps she would indulge herself with a man tonight. She closed her eyes as her body ached with pent-up desire. Yes, she needed a fuck. Badly. It had been too long.
Half an hour later, she was hard at work on her project. The windowless room was pitch black, the only noise filtering in through the ventilation ducts. Her hands carried out their tasks from muscle memory as her mind wandered. It was so easy to lose oneself in such a dark, quiet room, she thought.
The door opened quickly and someone brushed into the room.
"Excuse me, I'm using this room!" she protested, whirling around. The door shut just as quickly as it had opened.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see a sign on the door," said a man's voice. "I left a box in here yesterday... let me just grab it and I'll be out of here, OK?"
"Mhmm," she said, a bit annoyed with herself for not putting up an "In Use" sign on the door. Hopefully nothing was ruined by the light.
He reached around her shoulder, grasping for a box on the shelves. In the darkness, he misjudged her position and their bodies met. His hips nestled firmly against hers, pushing her forward slightly. She was still bent over her work. Her eyes closed and she inhaled involuntarily, a tiny "Oh!" escaping her lips.
His cock stiffened in seconds, straining against his pants and against her skirt. An electric intensity took over both of their minds. He placed a strong hand on her hip to stead himself and her hand met it, grasping his with an unmistakable insistence.
His body leaned forward to meet hers, his breath against her cheek. She turned her head and kissed his lips slowly, tentatively, unsure of what she was doing. His left hand ran up her arm to her shoulder, caressing the sensitive skin on her neck. His right hand slid up her thigh, agonizingly slowly, until it found the clasp of her skirt. His fingers grasped it, hesitating. She pushed her hips back against his, amazed at her own forwardness but totally overcome by the passion of the moment.
She nibbled his lip in the darkness. "Do it," she moaned softly.
Time sped up but the air only grew more electric. His lips nibbled hers hungrily as his hand undid the clasp of her skirt, the material falling about her ankles. She straightened up a bit from her bent position but did not turn around. His hand slowly grazed the front of her panties, feeling the wetness soaking through. She couldn't remember ever being so turned on. She moaned more loudly as she felt his cock throb through his pants in response to her arousal. His other hand joined the first, gently nudging her legs apart the first hand slipped beneath the side of her panties.
She gasped as his finger found her clit and began rubbing intensely. She could feel his breath on her neck, feel his body pressing hers against the table, feel his cock straining to be free of its clothing.
